Summary: The Bureau of Technology is a force to be reckoned with outside the battlefield. But when they are directly attacked by the Espada, one unfortunate Shinigami Scientist will find himself tangled in the tug of war for power no one ever saw coming. [YAOI]

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns the rights to Bleach and all related Characters.

CH 1: Embuscade et Enlèvement

Something was off about today. He could feel it in every inch of his body.

Something is...different...but what?

Akon looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully, cigarette balanced neatly between his pursed lips. That morning he had gotten up at his usual time, got ready and began work in the Bureau on time; nothing unusual about that. But ever since he first opened his eyes that morning, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched. Of course, the Bureau had many security cameras around the building and he was surrounded by his fellow co-workers. Still, he couldn't shake off the feeling that no matter where he went, a pair of eyes followed him, watching and waiting. Yes, something was definitely off about today, but he just couldn't put his finger on exactly what.

"Akon…?" He snapped out of his trance upon hearing his name, turning to find Rin standing nervously by his desk. He blinked, raising an invisible eyebrow. The boy never usually came to his desk unless there was something of grave importance the head Shinigami needed to attend. But then again, emergencies could have been anything with Rin.

"Yes?" he asked, hoping his soft tone would make the other more relaxed. Despite this, the other fidgeted in his spot, appearing as though he was searching for words. Akon suppressed a sigh. He really didn't have time for Rin, but he supposed he could spare a few minutes with him. Unlike his Captain, Akon actually listened to what everyone had to say, no matter how trivial. But there have been some instances where he simply tuned out a boring story or explanation and dealt with it at a later time.

He was patient, but even he had his limits.

"Um..." He finally started nervously, looking down at his toes. "I was enjoying a delicious, cherry lollipop and I took it out so I could breathe and I accidentally dropped it and now I can get it again. Can you help me please?" He looked up at Akon, his face streaming with tears. It took a minute for Akon to digest everything, picking out parts of the story that actually meant something. Taking a drag of his cigarette, he exhaled the smoke from his nostrils as he sighed audibly.

"Where is it?" he asked, getting up from his seat. Rin smiled at the help, but still seemed a bit shy.

"...Under my desk."

"Am I correct to assume the only reason you can't get it yourself is because it's in some obscure corner that's never been cleaned before?"

"Yes sir." Akon made a face, sitting back down again. Rin gasped, grabbing at his sleeve. "But Akon, you have to help me get it back or I can't function!" Sighing, Akon roughly pulled Rin's hand, successfully detaching the boy from him.

"Yes, you can." He said gruffly. "You've done it for a very long time now and I doubt now is an appropriate time to be making excuses." He pointed towards his door. "Now, I suggest you let me get back to work. I have a report to type up before lunch time." Rin frowned, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Why are you such an asshole?" he asked quietly, his expression set in a pout.

"Because I am a drone of Captain Kurotsuchi and as such, have no sense of fun." Akon recited, taking a long drag of his cigarette. He glanced at Rin, the poisonous smoke exiting his nostrils. "That's why."

"Do you even try to have fun?" Rin pressed, watching the Elder thumb through some labeled folders. "I mean you have to have an off button somewhere, right?" Akon shrugged. Finding the folder he wanted, he separated it from the rest and scanned through its contents.

"Sometimes." He said, his spider thin fingers flipping through the pages. "But I'd rather keep my job here, so my work has to come first."

"We get weekends, you know."

"Having weekends doesn't mean I have to stop working." Rin sighed heavily, dropping his arms to his sides in silent frustration. There was a moment of silence between the two, the only sounds coming from the clicking of Akon's keyboard as he busied himself with typing. The two seemed to forget about each other's presence, until Akon took a momentary break. "You do realize, you're work station is out in the main room, right?" he said, eyeing Rin. The shorter boy nodded.

"Yeah, I know." Turning, he headed out, but not before stopping at the doorway. "…Akon?" he asked quietly.

"Hn?" Akon answered, his eyes glued onto his computer screen, the typing having continued.

"I was wondering if – "

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ ~ !

Rin's sentence was suddenly cut off by a loud blaring noise. The pair looked up, recognizing it as the emergency signal.

"What the…?" Akon mumbled, slowly getting up from his seat. He looked towards the door, Rin already having gone back to the Central Computer Room. Following the same route, he walked at a fast pace, soon standing in front of their large display screen. All around him the others were typing madly on their computers, trying to get the situation under control. "What the hell happened?!" He yelled, trying to make sense of the display screen.

"There is a breech in Soul Society." Rin informed him, trying to make himself heard over the emergency signal. "High Spiritual Pressure is entering the area as we speak." Akon's face went pale, his eyes watching the single red dot on screen move across. It seemed to move haphazardly at times, but continued to move forward. It was soon surrounded by other, much smaller dots, but they disappeared as soon as they appeared.

Whoever it was, they weren't fooling around, killing anyone that interrupted their course.

"Inform 1st Division immediately." He barked out. "Identify the intruder and-"

"It's an Espada!" His voice caught in his throat. Anything Akon was going to say died on his tongue.

No… he thought. That's not possible. No Espada would ever think about entering their enemy's home base. It has to be a mistake.

"Confirm the data!" he demanded. Those in question nodded, working quickly. Akon stood by nervously, watching the screen.

This is bad. We haven't prepared for an infiltration. Not from an enemy this strong. Even if all the information is correct…

"It is confirmed; the intruder is an Espada! Their Spiritual Pressure exceeds Captain Level!"

…How do we stop them?

"Captain Zaraki and Captain Kuchiki have intersected the Espada!" A sigh of relief escaped through Akon's mouth. At least they were getting somewhere.

"Get a visual." He directed. With a few more keyboard clicks, the screen switched displays. It now showed an aerial view, just outside the 11th Division barracks. On screen were three people; Kenpachi, Byakuya and the intruding Espada. They stood in a circle, the two Captain's closer to each other than to the Espada.

"What makes you think you can just barge in on Soul Society like that?" Kenpachi started, his voice booming out of the speakers.

"You've crossed into enemy territory." Byakuya added, drawing his sword. "We cannot let you leave here alive." The Espada simply stood there, his relaxed disposition unnerving to Akon. After a few seconds, the Espada chuckled.

"That's very kind of you" he said gruffly. "But you're not what we're looking for, unfortunately." For a moment, the two Captains seemed taken aback by the confession, resuming their defense quickly afterwards.

"Well whatever it is that you're looking for isn't here." Kenpachi answered, taking a few steps towards the Espada. At first it seemed like the Espada was getting into a fighting stance. He balled up his fists and adjusted his footing, his eyes glued onto the Captain's in front of him. Then, without warning, the Espada vanished. Akon's heart skipped a beat, watching the Captain's as they stood baffled.

In the Bureau, the emergency signal had quieted down and the room soon filled with mummers.

"He's…gone…" Rin said quietly, his hands dropping down from the keyboard. "The intruder has disappeared from radar. We can't track his Spiritual Pressure anymore."

"Well find it again!" He demanded. "Get him on screen!" The others quickly followed orders, scanning the entire area of Soul Society. Before the screen split to show multiple areas, the two Captains could be seen leaving the sight, using Shunpo.

Shit…I can't believe this is happening.

Raking his fingers through his hair, Akon stood silently as the hunt for the Espada continued. He knew it was still around; Espada didn't just appear suddenly in Soul Society and then leave without creating some sort of a high price crisis. Sure, he had killed a few Shinigami, but that was small compared to previous damage done in the Human World.

"The Espada has become untraceable!" Hiyosu called out minutes later. Akon opened his mouth to call out other orders, when the atmosphere suddenly changed. A pressure, unlike any other, set down on the Bureau, a loud boom sounding for effect.

As soon as the pressure his Akon, he immediately fell to his knees, his chest feeling constricted. His knuckles turned white and his eyes widened from shock. All around him, Shinigami were falling out of their seats, some convulsing from the harsh atmosphere. With beads of sweat running down the sides of his face, Akon kept his crouched position and looked around frantically.

"I-Impossible!" he choked out. As soon as the words left his mouth, another deafening blast could be heard. This time, it was sharp, accompanied by a bright red beam that tore through the Bureau. The beam was focused, creating two large holes through the back of the main room, destroying anything within its reach, including some unfortunate Shinigami.

Akon watched in horror as the beam passed through the building with ease, alarms and screams echoing everywhere. He could only watch as it quickly disappeared, leaving a trail of destruction in the Bureau and death.

A Cero…?! He thought quickly, his eyes glued onto the bodies on the ground and the destroyed equipment. No! The Espada can't be…here!!

Fighting against the Spiritual Pressure, He got to his feet and turned to look at Rin. The shorter boy was pressed against his desk, horror written all over his face. A few others had huddled around him as well watching the sequence of events unfold before them. Others simply ran, hoping to be spared.

"Run!" he yelled hoarsely, catching the group's attention. "T-There's no chance any of you can survive! Just ru-"

Unexpectedly, his words were cut off, all the air in his lungs gone. Simultaneously, he heard a soft crunching noise, followed by what seemed to be spilling liquid.

"AKON!" Rin shouted out, his expression completely terrified. Not hearing his voice, Akon slowly turned around, his mouth hanging open in paralysis as he laid his eyes on the man before him.

"Hello…" the man said casually, a Cheshire grin gracing his face. His dark blue eyes scanned over the Scientist, his matching hair swaying slightly. His black and white outfit remained crisp and clean, despite the chaos and a large jaw filled with sharp teeth covered his right cheek. The man seemed to be crouching forward, his head just past Akon's shoulder. Upon further realization, he noticed that one hand was stuck neatly in a pocket, while the other was…

Akon's eyes slowly traveled downwards, finding the other arm stuck right through his abdomen.

He was impaled on the man's arm.

"You're just the guy we've been lookin' for…" the man continued, the smile never fading. Roughly, he pulled back, his arms coming out of Akon with a sickening sound. Choking on the blood seeping from his mouth, Akon feel to his knees, his entire body having gone numb. He could only stare blankly down at the hole in his stomach, his insides slowly oozing out. His white uniform was soon stained red, emphasizing his pale skin. His mind slowly went blank, his breathing stopped. All five f his senses were abruptly cut off, the blurred vision of the Espada crouching before him one of the last things his mind could register.

With no strength left, his body slumped forward, his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

Blacking out, he never felt the ground.