The Assassin's Tango

Paring: GrimmjowxIchigo.

Summary: Ichigo and Grimmjow are two assassins from two diffrent branches. Both of them are strong, the number one fighters, and the two branches hoped to someday strengthen each other by having a union of the two fighters. But...As fate would have it, both Ichigo and Grimmjow hate each other, only seeing the other as a weakling and a hindrance.

Warning: Ichigo is a female, perverted-ness, asshole-ness(Grimmjow...) some violence, smut and cursing. The normal stuff! :D

Part One: "Hello again"

Ichigo scowled slightly as she heard that she was going to be sent on a new mission that involved that blue haired bastard. She didn't like Grimmjow, and he didn't like her either, so there was no hard feelings. The orangette crossed her arms as she sat in the office lounge in her normal clothes. A black t-shirt, red capri's, black leather fingerless gloves and two bands wrapped around her biceps. One on each side of her arm. Her two guns and sword were sheathed on her back and on either side of her hips. The black gun was Tensa and the white one was Shiro. Her sword was the trusty Zangetsu. Made of black metal and the hilt was wrapped in strong black silk and blood red silk strinps wound around it.

"So will you take the job, Kurosaki?" The head of the brach asked, his eyes closed with the many years of wrinkles, he went by the name Captain Commander. Ichigo had her own nickname, orcode name. It was She-Devil. Ichigo rolled her head back onto the back of the couch, thinking over the offer. It was a good amount of money, but it was a semi-simple assasination job.

With a loud sigh, the tomboy-ish female nodded. "I'll take the task. I won't fail, I promise" She said and stood, making her way to the door so she could prepare for the dance of war that was sure to begin by the end of the night, by Las Noches.

"Thank you, Kurosaki. Make the Gotei very proud" With another sigh, Ichigo waved her hand in parting and left.

With a scowl on her beutiful face, Ichigo Kurosaki made her way into the large ball room. She really hated this part of the job. Ichigo was trying to look seductive, but not trying to whore herself out. She was wearing a simple floor length red dress, that went wonderfully with her hair. Her make-up consisted of black eyeliner, red and orange mixed eyeshadow, and pretty topaz earrings. All thankss to the dress coordanator, Yumichika Asegawa. (Sorry if I mispelled it)

To describe the death goddess, would be calling her a fire goddess. That was the simplist way to put it. With a clack of her annoyingly thin 2-inch blood red heals, Ichigo headed to the drink area. Her medium length orange hair was curled and twisted into a nice bun like crown on her head. With an amazingly tasty slightly acoholic drink, the beauty made her way to stand at the side lines.

All she had to do, was wait for her target to be spotted in the vacinity. The man she had to kill, was a pleasure to kill. She hated this man, as much as he was drop-dead sexy, and oh-so handsome, she would enjoy shooting his brains out, or stabbing him in the throat. It would be a pleasure, to kill Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

Grimmjow growled as he made his way to the damn ball, all dressed in a nice dark blue dress shirt,and white coat and pants. He didn't understand the need for the white, why not black? Why not a more traditional color? Charolette Coolhorn was a prissy bitch. That's why. Grimmjow seriously hated that guy. With a huff, Grimmjow, and his partner, Ulquiorra walked in and headed to the drink bar. He hated this guy just as much as he hated the bitchy orange haired chick he had to kill.

No matter how you looked at it, both Ichigo and Grimmjow hated each other. Ever since childhood, when Grimmjow asked Ichigo to marry him, and she punched him, then ran off crying, because she thought he was joking. The sad thing was, he was serious. And what's even more sad, they haven't seen each otther in over 7 years. The last time Grimmjow saw the orangette, she was at that awekward age of 14.

Now that Grimmjow thought about it, he hasen't seen her matured state. He remembered the bitch as a short haired tom-boy. Hm...He would just have to see what the sunshine like girl looked like now.

"Grimmjow, I am going to go and stand back outside. I can not stand being here, with all this trash" Ulquiorra said with no emotion in his voice. The dark haired man was wearing a nice black coat and pants, with a silk dark green undershirt. Grimmjow sneered. Like he cared what the bastard did.

"Whatever, Ulquiorra" Without so much as a goodbye, the raven smoothly made his way out of the ball room.

Ichigo crossed her arms over her ample chest. It pissed her off that she haden't yet spotted Grimmjow, or anyone from the Las Noches branch. It was a real tick-off. The orangette sighed and glanced around for the fifth time, not really looking very interested. As much as she looked like a ditzy woman, or an uncapable killer, she was amazzingly good. Nothing got in her way and lived.

With another sigh, Ichigo began to walk to the dance floor, and was immediatly asked to dance, by a very handsome young man. He had a nice face, very soft in some places, but a well defined chin and chest, with muscular broad shoulders.

"May I dance with you, fair maiden?" He aksed, bowing and holding out a hand. Ichigo blushed on cue, like she should and nodded, giving a warm, but fake smile. The man grinned and took her offered hand, and proceeded to sweep her across the dancefloor. As the song started, the waltz, (How did she know that was coming?) the young man placed a strong hand on her waist, making the orangette blush slightly on cue, once again.

Man, she was good at her job. The two danced in the same normal 1,2,3,4 pattern and Ichigo prayed the song would end soon. On her second spin, the oranegette noticed a very familiar head of sky blue hair. 'Is that him?' She thought, also catching a glimpse of a nice white dress coat.

'Hm...Grimmjow would never dress nice, would he?' She asked herself. Not really sure of the answer that she would get. When the handsome young man paused in his dancing, and held Ichigo still, his eyes gooing wide, Ichigo cocked her head to the side in a stupid fashion.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly.

"May I?" a deeper huskier voice asked, holding out a nice white gloved hand. The hand was a large, muscular hand, and Ichigo internally gulped at the sight. She wondered who kind of person had a hand as large and muscular as that. 'Kenpachi Zaraki...?' She thought, but the hand was smaller than that. Hm...

"W-why of coarse" The man said and let go of Ichigo's hand, bowed, and quickly made his way to the other side of the ballroom. Ichigo blinked as she looked at the man that she 'hated' and realized that this man was drop-dead-sexy. Sure, he was muscular and tan, and had a nice face, when he was 14, but now...Now this man before her was a greek god, with nice large broad shoulders, tanned skin, and a strong jaw-set. His shocking blue eyes twinkled with amusement as Ichigo eyed him up and down.

He obviously had a nice rock-hard stomach and abs. Damn he was hot...

"Are we going to dance, or are you going to stare at me all night? Not that I mind, but still, we gotta finish the dance" He said, a smirk on his handsome face. That look only made Ichigo scowl angrily at the man. "Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. And you are?" He asked, the smirk never leaving.

This couldn't be her. But she had the orange hair, but she also had the most amazing set of tit's and curves, and such a delisiouse body, it had to be another woman. When she turned around though, and barley glanced at anyone, she had the same large brown eyes. They seemed calm now, but Grimmjow could see the fire hidden within the chocolate orbs.

With a smirk like a predator, he made his way to 'Ichigo' and the man she was dancing with. When he approched, the man seemed to look on him with fear, though 'Ichigo'
couldn't see it. Cocking her head to the side, she asked him a question in that soft sweet vocie of her's, though it had actually grown slightly deeper and smoother, like warm chocolate. To most, her voice would make men shiver and woman swoon, but to him...It only made him horny.

A grin formed even more when she llooked at him, with blazing brown eyes, looking him over and taking in all his more matured features. It was ok. He was eye molesting her when she wasn't looking, anyway, not that he would say that outloud.

"Ichigo Kurosaki. Nice to meet you again, Grimmjow" She said, eyes narrowing slightly, a fire burning in her eyes as she almost hissed the name out. At this, Grimmjow grinned, showing his sharp teeth at the shorter woman. "It's a joy to be seeing you again, sexy" He practiccly purred, blue eyes glinting with devious intent.

Ichigo scolwed at him even more. She slipped her leg around his, and he noticed that the tango was the next song that came on. The dancefloor was clear, except for the two assassin's. Not many could do the tango, but Grimmjow and Ichigo could.

With a shit-eating grin, grimmjow grabbed her waist and pulled her close, as they both began the dance. The blunette realized part way through, that not only was Ichigo very flexible, (He would save that yummy thought for later) she was also holding a gun, that was close to her crotch, on her upper thigh. The dress hid it well, but Grimmjow felt it, when he lifted her dress up for an acrobatic move, and also got a good glance at creamy skin.

"Tired yet?" Grimmjow asked the little fire ball assassin, grinning. Ichigo growled lowly, unlike a beutiful lady such as herself, and lightly shoved him. "Hell no" She hissed and grabbed a firm hold of hiss shoulder, as a large hand came down to her calf, and lifted it up, Ichigo doing a perfect air split, with her foot pointing in the air.

Grimmjow realeased the leg and she swung around him, to pull him close to her by criss-crossing their arms and hugging his backside, her ample cleavage pressing oh so nicley against her chest. Now that Grimmjow thought about it...he couldn't kill her. She was to damn sexy. That much sexy should not be put to waste. The muscled man spun Ichigo back around, and pulled her flush against him, her legt wrapping around his as she bent backwards in a gracefull dip.

Snapping back up, the two continued the sensual dance.

Ichigo couldn't do it. This man was to handsome. That much handsome man should not be wasted, not matter the reason. Damn...she could feel her body hum with need, pleasure, arousment, and want as she enjoyed the way their bodies seemed to so easily mesh together. She absolutely loved it. She couldn't kill Grimmjow, if only for her own selfish needs.

Oh yes, selfish needs indeed...

When the song came to an abrute end, Ichigo and Grimmjow were both pleaseantly dazed. The crowd around them buzzed with clappter at their amazing show. Their tango seemed to be a more personal one, butt not very many noticed. Only a few, like a certain raven haired pale man. To most, the two looked like old friends,
or maybe lovers, maybe even very close friendship-with-benifits like people.

Ichigo had a small light blush dusting her cheeks and her eyes were slightly dazed.

"Do you want to go to my place?" Grimmjow asked, a cloudy look in his eyes. Ichigo nodded, knowing exactly what she was agreeing to.

"Yes...Lets just hurry"

To Be Continued...

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