[Log] Ichigo Kurosaki, Zaraki Kenpachi
Title: Goldy Locks meets the King Pin
Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki (davyn), Zaraki Kenpachi (kellenanne)
Timeline: May 17, 1950
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ichigo and Zaraki meet.
There was a hell of a lot of activity on the street and it amused Kenpachi to no end. People were milling about, looking absolutely lost. Rubes. All of them. It wasn't as if they didn't live in a city where shit like this happened all the damn time. Hell, someone had tried to break into the dojo once. Kenpachi had responded by just breaking the rube into pieces.
Obviously, whoever ran this pawn shop needed lessons in protecting his property, if the uniforms and all that broken glass was anything to go by.
Maybe Kenpachi'd find whoever it was - assuming the idiot was still alive - and offer him lessons.
For a substantially inflated price, of course.
There was something to be said about crime scenes where there were litterly twenty people who thought they had seen something: it was fucking insane. That was it was. He had already talked to at least five different witnesses and there were still seven people who had to be talked to, questioned, and statements taken.
There were days when there was no amount of pay that was worth this. Absolutely no amount of satisfaction in watching the bad guys rot behind jail for the next fifty years or so could possibly be worth this. He rotated his shoulders, scowling when his right one popped. Damn, how long had he been out here?
Had he eaten breakfast? He glanced around the crowd and felt his brows draw together at the sight of a really…. tall man. Where those bells in his hair? What… the hell?
At any rate the man was going to have to move on, this was a crime scene - not a gawking convention. Besides that it looked like Chris was about to wet himself at the thought of asking him to get moving - damn. That meant it was his job.
“Hey,” he said motioning for the man to move on. “Crime scene, nothing to see, keep walking.”
Kenpachi had taken to scratching his chin and just watching the proceedings. Funny thing was, he knew all the rules and procedures the uniforms were following. Hated them all; they were counterproductive if you joined the force for a little action. This time around, it didn't seem anyone was really in charge and that stocky blond kid that was currently watching him and cringing really shouldn't be out on the streets.
Then again, ain't no shame in being scared of Kenpachi.
But when that orange-haired kid marched right up to him and told him to move on, he had to grin. Nothing but irritation in this kid's eyes. He bared his teeth, just a little.
"I see plenty," he said. Nothing to see, indeed. Ha. There was a crime scene here, people milling around being stupid and he wasn't even talking about the crowd yet. Those cops needed lessons in... something.
He should drag 'em all down to the dojo for a little one-on-one time.
Oh god a smart ass. Great. He snorted. “That’s great,” he said pointing down the street, “but unless you actually witnessed something quit your gawking and move on.”
Really that was not a complicated matter at all. He looked like a fighter, with those scars and large bulk and from the way that Chris was cowering he probably could fight. He might have been a little more impressed with just his sheer size if he hadn’t had a job to do. At that moment it was get the by standers to move on, which wouldn’t happen if tall and burly just stood there like a gawking idiot.
Oh, a real cop, was he? Or at least he thought he was a real one. Probably wore than uniform to bed, buttons shined and all. Rube never a saw a woman; he was sure of that.
Kenpachi's grin was challenging, teeth bared in more of a snarl than a smile. "And if I saw something?"
Like hell he did, but... walking away now wasn't an option.
Ichigo really was going to roll his eyes in another moment. What - no better yet who was this asshole?
"Then that guy," he said pointing to Chris, "will take your statement." Really, he was not dealing with this. He was paid more than that. He was sure of it.
"However," Ichigo pinned him with a glare, "considering your lack of presence until five minutes ago I doubt you have anything of interest to share. So move along."
Really, did he really think that they were so blind that they would just miss someone built like he was? Was just going to ignore someone with fucking bells on the top of their head? He could see why Chris was practically wetting himself, he didn't agree but he could see it. Quite frankly all of this was just grating on his already overtaxed nerves.
He had been out here way to long.
Kenpachi let his eyes go wide and tried - tried - to make himself look as innocent as possible. It was a lost cause and it probably made him look worse than ever, but... he couldn't help it. This kid demanded messed with.
Or messed up. He looked like maybe he could hold his own in a scuffle. Now if that scuffle turned into an actual fight...
"You always treat potential witnesses this way, huh?"
Was he trying to grimace? Because he just looked like he was about to throw up and that was disgusting. He did roll his eyes at the 'potential witness' crack. Good god what a dumb brute.
"If you’re a witness," Ichigo shifted his neck until it popped, "why did you leave right after the shop was broken into? We have been here an hour, why just come forward now? Do you have something to hide?"
It was situations like these that made him wonder if certain citizens in the city took bets on who was going to go harass the cops this time.
Oh, this was almost too easy. Too, too easy, but Kenpachi was never one to back away, even if his opponent made things so not difficult he didn't have to think.
"Hide?" He made a show of thinking, tapping his chin. "No. No I don't think so."
Well didn't that just make all sorts of sense? The big guy (with the fucking bells in his hair) didn't hide when he was in an area. Ichigo chunked his thumb over his shoulder.
"Then if you didn't hide and you 'saw' something, go talk to Chris." He narrowed his eyes a little bit. "If you didn't see anything then don't want to waste our time or yours. Please by all means, keep walking."
He was not buying his story, but they could take his statement and move him along like all the rest even if all appearances and evidence suggested he was some goon who was trying to gaff them into thinking he was important.
Kenpachi's "thoughtful" expression melted into a smirk. This kid was rude.
He kinda liked that about him. Wondered if the kid could back up all those impressive people skills if push came to shove. Maybe Kenpachi would push and see if there was any shoving back. Could be interestin'.
"Who says I didn't wanna waste time."
Not that picking fights was wasting time in any sense of the word.
Ichigo was fast loosing what little patience he actually owned. Surely no one was so stupid that they couldn’t get a hint. Maybe just needed a giant slap in the face to get the idea? He scowled at the man in front of him. He would be happy to oblige him.
“Then go waste your time somewhere else,” he did manage to sound reasonably calm, but damn if the goon in front of him wasn’t asking for his two front teeth to be knocked back down his throat. That would give him something to chew on for a while wouldn’t it. “Or I will have you removed for harassing a police officer.”
Hell if wouldn’t either. It would almost be amusing to watch a little piss ant like Chris haul this monster of a man off. He probably would piss himself.
Kenpachi's face lit up. Remove him, would he? Now that would be fun, indeed. He hadn't even got to the harassing a police officer thing yet. Boy hadn't been harassed yet.
"Remove me, huh?" Kenpachi bared his teeth, grinning. "Why don't you go ahead and do that, boy?
Ichigo just… stared. Surely he wasn’t actually trying to pick a fight with a city cop? In front of witnesses? Not to mention other cops? He narrowed his eyes a bit. He would not pull his gun on a public street with so many bystanders near. Hitting him with his nightstick would be ridiculous, most likely pointless, and getting into public brawl with a bystander would look just great on his public record.
Never mind he was asking for it.
“Why don’t you just go ahead and move yourself out of the area?” His patience was absolutely shot. “And spare yourself that humiliation? Not to mention the fines and jail time.”
Idiot. Didn’t he know the cop always won in this sort of situation?
That humiliation? Humiliation? Did this kid seriously think he'd could win a fight against him? Oh, now this was fun! Kenpachi shook his head; how long had it been since someone actually stood and fought instead of running? (Okay, really, not that long, but honestly, it didn't happen all that often, so Kenpachi had learned to relish the moments.)
"You think you can take me?" He laughed heartily. He liked this kid already.
Ichigo leveled him with a scowl, really, good god what kind of a freak was this man? “Yes,” he retorted. Just because he was big didn’t mean a damn thing in the world of fighting, well it helped but it didn’t mean he would win. And the way this morning was going a good brawl might be what he needed to clear his head.
Conveniently it wouldn’t do to have any officer on the force show weakness (not while Chris was doing it well enough for them) while investigating anyway. “Now,” he repeated, reminding himself to stick to protocol, really. The last speech from his captain had been very clear on that one. Stick to protocol or get written up again and then loose his job. “I am going to ask you to remove yourself from the premises of this investigation one more time.”
Then, then he was going to knock out those two front teeth out and stuff those damn bells down his throat as desert. “If you do not comply I am going to have to place you under arrest for harassment and obstruction of justice.”
And probably a few more things, he was confident he could come up with more things. He liked coming up with things to arrest people for. It was damn entertaining.
Kenpachi laughed. Threw back his head and laughed loudly. The kid was damned confident, he'd give him that much. Didn't look like much more than a stick. Probably couldn't throw a punch worth anything, but Kenpachi was game to figure it out.
Some other time, though. Kenpachi wasn't completely dim. He'd never hear the end of it if he got on the wrong side of the uniforms. His staff'd keep hollering and raving until he pounded them. Never mind he'd pound them anyway, but hell if he ever needed a reason for it.
"All right, boy," he said, laughter almost under control. "I'm walkin' away. But don't be thinking this means you won this round. We'll continue this one."
Oh, they'd continue it. They'd continue it soon. Damned soon.
Ichigo stared at the retreating back and reached up to rub the back of his head. He what? Surely the man was just absolutely insane? Had he escaped some psych ward in the area? He would have to find some little sad rookie to go check that out. As it was he was going to write this one of and never think of it again.
Hell if he was putting it in his report.
Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki (davyn), Zaraki Kenpachi (kellenanne)
Timeline: May 17, 1950
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ichigo and Zaraki meet.
There was a hell of a lot of activity on the street and it amused Kenpachi to no end. People were milling about, looking absolutely lost. Rubes. All of them. It wasn't as if they didn't live in a city where shit like this happened all the damn time. Hell, someone had tried to break into the dojo once. Kenpachi had responded by just breaking the rube into pieces.
Obviously, whoever ran this pawn shop needed lessons in protecting his property, if the uniforms and all that broken glass was anything to go by.
Maybe Kenpachi'd find whoever it was - assuming the idiot was still alive - and offer him lessons.
For a substantially inflated price, of course.
There was something to be said about crime scenes where there were litterly twenty people who thought they had seen something: it was fucking insane. That was it was. He had already talked to at least five different witnesses and there were still seven people who had to be talked to, questioned, and statements taken.
There were days when there was no amount of pay that was worth this. Absolutely no amount of satisfaction in watching the bad guys rot behind jail for the next fifty years or so could possibly be worth this. He rotated his shoulders, scowling when his right one popped. Damn, how long had he been out here?
Had he eaten breakfast? He glanced around the crowd and felt his brows draw together at the sight of a really…. tall man. Where those bells in his hair? What… the hell?
At any rate the man was going to have to move on, this was a crime scene - not a gawking convention. Besides that it looked like Chris was about to wet himself at the thought of asking him to get moving - damn. That meant it was his job.
“Hey,” he said motioning for the man to move on. “Crime scene, nothing to see, keep walking.”
Kenpachi had taken to scratching his chin and just watching the proceedings. Funny thing was, he knew all the rules and procedures the uniforms were following. Hated them all; they were counterproductive if you joined the force for a little action. This time around, it didn't seem anyone was really in charge and that stocky blond kid that was currently watching him and cringing really shouldn't be out on the streets.
Then again, ain't no shame in being scared of Kenpachi.
But when that orange-haired kid marched right up to him and told him to move on, he had to grin. Nothing but irritation in this kid's eyes. He bared his teeth, just a little.
"I see plenty," he said. Nothing to see, indeed. Ha. There was a crime scene here, people milling around being stupid and he wasn't even talking about the crowd yet. Those cops needed lessons in... something.
He should drag 'em all down to the dojo for a little one-on-one time.
Oh god a smart ass. Great. He snorted. “That’s great,” he said pointing down the street, “but unless you actually witnessed something quit your gawking and move on.”
Really that was not a complicated matter at all. He looked like a fighter, with those scars and large bulk and from the way that Chris was cowering he probably could fight. He might have been a little more impressed with just his sheer size if he hadn’t had a job to do. At that moment it was get the by standers to move on, which wouldn’t happen if tall and burly just stood there like a gawking idiot.
Oh, a real cop, was he? Or at least he thought he was a real one. Probably wore than uniform to bed, buttons shined and all. Rube never a saw a woman; he was sure of that.
Kenpachi's grin was challenging, teeth bared in more of a snarl than a smile. "And if I saw something?"
Like hell he did, but... walking away now wasn't an option.
Ichigo really was going to roll his eyes in another moment. What - no better yet who was this asshole?
"Then that guy," he said pointing to Chris, "will take your statement." Really, he was not dealing with this. He was paid more than that. He was sure of it.
"However," Ichigo pinned him with a glare, "considering your lack of presence until five minutes ago I doubt you have anything of interest to share. So move along."
Really, did he really think that they were so blind that they would just miss someone built like he was? Was just going to ignore someone with fucking bells on the top of their head? He could see why Chris was practically wetting himself, he didn't agree but he could see it. Quite frankly all of this was just grating on his already overtaxed nerves.
He had been out here way to long.
Kenpachi let his eyes go wide and tried - tried - to make himself look as innocent as possible. It was a lost cause and it probably made him look worse than ever, but... he couldn't help it. This kid demanded messed with.
Or messed up. He looked like maybe he could hold his own in a scuffle. Now if that scuffle turned into an actual fight...
"You always treat potential witnesses this way, huh?"
Was he trying to grimace? Because he just looked like he was about to throw up and that was disgusting. He did roll his eyes at the 'potential witness' crack. Good god what a dumb brute.
"If you’re a witness," Ichigo shifted his neck until it popped, "why did you leave right after the shop was broken into? We have been here an hour, why just come forward now? Do you have something to hide?"
It was situations like these that made him wonder if certain citizens in the city took bets on who was going to go harass the cops this time.
Oh, this was almost too easy. Too, too easy, but Kenpachi was never one to back away, even if his opponent made things so not difficult he didn't have to think.
"Hide?" He made a show of thinking, tapping his chin. "No. No I don't think so."
Well didn't that just make all sorts of sense? The big guy (with the fucking bells in his hair) didn't hide when he was in an area. Ichigo chunked his thumb over his shoulder.
"Then if you didn't hide and you 'saw' something, go talk to Chris." He narrowed his eyes a little bit. "If you didn't see anything then don't want to waste our time or yours. Please by all means, keep walking."
He was not buying his story, but they could take his statement and move him along like all the rest even if all appearances and evidence suggested he was some goon who was trying to gaff them into thinking he was important.
Kenpachi's "thoughtful" expression melted into a smirk. This kid was rude.
He kinda liked that about him. Wondered if the kid could back up all those impressive people skills if push came to shove. Maybe Kenpachi would push and see if there was any shoving back. Could be interestin'.
"Who says I didn't wanna waste time."
Not that picking fights was wasting time in any sense of the word.
Ichigo was fast loosing what little patience he actually owned. Surely no one was so stupid that they couldn’t get a hint. Maybe just needed a giant slap in the face to get the idea? He scowled at the man in front of him. He would be happy to oblige him.
“Then go waste your time somewhere else,” he did manage to sound reasonably calm, but damn if the goon in front of him wasn’t asking for his two front teeth to be knocked back down his throat. That would give him something to chew on for a while wouldn’t it. “Or I will have you removed for harassing a police officer.”
Hell if wouldn’t either. It would almost be amusing to watch a little piss ant like Chris haul this monster of a man off. He probably would piss himself.
Kenpachi's face lit up. Remove him, would he? Now that would be fun, indeed. He hadn't even got to the harassing a police officer thing yet. Boy hadn't been harassed yet.
"Remove me, huh?" Kenpachi bared his teeth, grinning. "Why don't you go ahead and do that, boy?
Ichigo just… stared. Surely he wasn’t actually trying to pick a fight with a city cop? In front of witnesses? Not to mention other cops? He narrowed his eyes a bit. He would not pull his gun on a public street with so many bystanders near. Hitting him with his nightstick would be ridiculous, most likely pointless, and getting into public brawl with a bystander would look just great on his public record.
Never mind he was asking for it.
“Why don’t you just go ahead and move yourself out of the area?” His patience was absolutely shot. “And spare yourself that humiliation? Not to mention the fines and jail time.”
Idiot. Didn’t he know the cop always won in this sort of situation?
That humiliation? Humiliation? Did this kid seriously think he'd could win a fight against him? Oh, now this was fun! Kenpachi shook his head; how long had it been since someone actually stood and fought instead of running? (Okay, really, not that long, but honestly, it didn't happen all that often, so Kenpachi had learned to relish the moments.)
"You think you can take me?" He laughed heartily. He liked this kid already.
Ichigo leveled him with a scowl, really, good god what kind of a freak was this man? “Yes,” he retorted. Just because he was big didn’t mean a damn thing in the world of fighting, well it helped but it didn’t mean he would win. And the way this morning was going a good brawl might be what he needed to clear his head.
Conveniently it wouldn’t do to have any officer on the force show weakness (not while Chris was doing it well enough for them) while investigating anyway. “Now,” he repeated, reminding himself to stick to protocol, really. The last speech from his captain had been very clear on that one. Stick to protocol or get written up again and then loose his job. “I am going to ask you to remove yourself from the premises of this investigation one more time.”
Then, then he was going to knock out those two front teeth out and stuff those damn bells down his throat as desert. “If you do not comply I am going to have to place you under arrest for harassment and obstruction of justice.”
And probably a few more things, he was confident he could come up with more things. He liked coming up with things to arrest people for. It was damn entertaining.
Kenpachi laughed. Threw back his head and laughed loudly. The kid was damned confident, he'd give him that much. Didn't look like much more than a stick. Probably couldn't throw a punch worth anything, but Kenpachi was game to figure it out.
Some other time, though. Kenpachi wasn't completely dim. He'd never hear the end of it if he got on the wrong side of the uniforms. His staff'd keep hollering and raving until he pounded them. Never mind he'd pound them anyway, but hell if he ever needed a reason for it.
"All right, boy," he said, laughter almost under control. "I'm walkin' away. But don't be thinking this means you won this round. We'll continue this one."
Oh, they'd continue it. They'd continue it soon. Damned soon.
Ichigo stared at the retreating back and reached up to rub the back of his head. He what? Surely the man was just absolutely insane? Had he escaped some psych ward in the area? He would have to find some little sad rookie to go check that out. As it was he was going to write this one of and never think of it again.
Hell if he was putting it in his report.