I swear to god, well whatever one you as the reader believes in, that I did not steal this story, NXTSmoker, the profile that this story was orginally posted under was made as a contingincy plan should I ever forget the password and information to this account. I have decided to continue the story under this account, I hope my followers from the original posting see this and continues offering their support and I hope you all enjoy it.
She was the best female thief; scratch that, the best thief in the world. There was no room, building, or bank that could keep her out if she wanted in.
She grew up in a small town with two other boys that tended to follow her around like lost puppy dogs.
She couldn't help but think about the men that had backed her every play to get her to where she was now.
Renji, the big red-headed beast, he was the reason, at least she felt like he was the reason, she had to get out. He was brash and cold-blooded. It almost seemed like he enjoyed killing people. She had no problem with pulling the trigger, she had done it numerous times herself, but no one should enjoy taking a life.
If it was the difference between getting away and spending ten years in a federal prison than it was no decision at all.
And then there was Grimmjow, he had been Renjis partner in crime since day one. He was more quiet and reserved, but he still worried her sometimes, they both did as they started pulling bigger and bigger jobs.
She could still remember their last job like it was yesterday.
They had gone so far out of their way that it would have been impossible to trace the job back to them.
Grimmjow kicked in the door, with Renji close behind him, a shotgun blast sounded and everyone hit the floor.
"Now if everyone would please stay on the ground so this can move quickly, and the three of us will be out of your way faster than you can count to three." She said.
"Get the fuck on the floor!" Renji yelled at a security guard that had yet to get on the floor.
The screams started quite quickly and soon she had her cohorts move the civilians to an empty office.
Before the bank workers knew what hit them she had already broken into the vault.
"We only take inconsequential, unmarked bills." She said as the three of them filled up their duffel bags to the brim.
As they were coming out of the back of the bank Grimmjow put his hand up in a signal to stop, and that's when they heard the sirens.
"It's the fucking cops!" Renji yelled.
"Shut up red, we gotta get out of here quick." Grimmjow said, turning to look at the one female member of their group, she had always been the brains, but she just shook her head, she knew that nothing would stop Renji from attempting to cut a path through the incoming police officers.
"They are so fucked!" Renji yelled as he loaded a clip from the M4 that had been in the duffel bag.
Grimmjow took her hand and ran as fast as they could, but they had been moments to late as a bullet tore through his leg.
"Run girly." Grimmjow said through gritted teeth, "You can still make it out of here." and those where the last words that ever came out of his mouth as a bullet tore through his head.
Renji was still blindly firing at the police.
She never saw him go down, and she had never heard the shots ever stop.
But there was no way he survived that bloodbath.
She sat on the couch in an empty mansion, drinking her whiskey.
She walked outside and sat in a reclining lawn chair by the pool, whiskey never leaving her hand.
She may have gotten a little lazy in the last two years of lying low, but that didn't mean she never saw the man standing behind her.
"I would find a different house to burglarize." She said.
She watched as the man tensed up, "How did you know I was here, I never made a sound." He asked.
She sat up and looked him over, he was noticeably muscular, and looked to be around six feet tall, one hundred and eighty pounds, but by far his most noticeable feature was his bright orange hair.
"I've been doing what you were trying to do just now longer than you've even been alive." She said.
"Bullshit, you don't look any older than me." The orange haired man said.
"Flattery will get you know where here." She said.
The younger man was still standing there, unmoving, like he wasn't sure of what to do next.
"Well are you going to sit down?" She asked. "If you stick around you might learn a thing or two."
He walked around and sat down on the chair next to her.
"Just who the hell are you lady?" he asked, "The guys at the bar said you were just some rich lady living alone. The perfect score."
"You tell me your name and I'll tell you mine." She said looking at him from under her designer sunglasses.
"Ichigo Kurosaki." He said.
"Byakuya Kuchiki." She responded.