Bleach One-Shots *Closed to Requests*

Vulpine [Ginjo Kugo] for AkatsukiGF

The light humming that came from an apartment that belonged to the Xcution Organization could only be heard if one got close enough. No one really ever bothered the person who sat hard at work in that home. Only one person cared as they sat in front of a computer screen eighty-five percent of their day, only occasionally getting out of the house to buy a new program or CD.

A set of headphones blasted music, the female nodding her head to the beat. This mixed with the codes and information on the screen made it easy for the girl to loose touch with everything around her. A hand pulled away one of the large earphones and spoke,

"What you listening to, Becky?"

The girl squeaked in alarm, throwing back her elbow in defense. However, a ready hand caught it before landing a blow in their face. "Ginjo! I swear to God one of these days I'm going to seriously kick your ass!"

"Feh, as if you could, kid."

"Kid! I'm twenty-five!"

"Yeah, but you look eighteen."

"I really don't like you," the young woman grumbled, pulling away the headphones. "Yet you still always manage to show up somehow. What can I do for you?"

Ginjo dropped a small stack of papers onto the desk. "I'm looking for all the details on the Soul Society you can gather from the last year."

"I don't come cheap."

"How could I forget?" He dropped a small packet, a brown bag, and a cup filled with a mixed berry smoothie.

Her eyes lit up, quickly slurping up the drink. "Just keep these coming and you'll get your information."

"We'll see. I'm a busy man."

Becky rolled her eyes. "Right, cuz running the Xcution is so hard," she spoke sarcastically.

"It is now since we've got a new member."

"Oh? Anyone I know?"

"No. And it would be better if you didn't. I can't guarantee your safety if you get involved in our matters."

"Please, I'm your hacker. I think I'm already involved."

"The less you know about us the better, got it," Ginjo growled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, thanks for the food."

Grunting, the man left.

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Becky hummed to herself as the information she had gathered in the last twelve hours printing a few feet away. Stretching, the young woman got up, throwing her trash into the garbage, and jumping in the shower. The hot water cooled her aching muscles, the warmth very welcoming. She almost didn't want to get out, but the growling of her stomach said otherwise.

All of the information had been printed, and she grabbed it, heading for the kitchen. Becky quickly fixed a meal, eating the food while looking over the papers to make sure everything was there. The young woman sighed heavily after reviewing the last few pages. "You damn idiot," she mumbled. The girl had half a mind to discard the last bit of information, seriously weighing the options. Even if Becky gave Ginjo the information, would he take the last bit seriously? Probably not. His ego, and hardheaded attitude will help him believe that the Soul Society wouldn't bother coming after him. The man would think of another way to try and elude them for a bit longer. However, Becky knew how smart the Soul Reapers were, and the brilliant minds of their Captains would look at his movements from every angle. Nothing was safe anymore.