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Chapter I
~3 Years Ago~
"We can be assured our safety. The mysterious Karakura Killer was found standing over the body of Sousuke Aizen at approximately 4:23 A.M. in his home. He has been taken into police custody. To you, Matsumoto."
"Thanks, Nanao. We've brought you here live to the scene and the man now known as Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez had a few surprising words a moment ago. He is now being driven away from the scene but here is a short clip of the earlier occurrence."
Grimmjow struggled against the officers holding him, glancing from left to right for some form of escape, yet the handcuffs prevented him from possible movement. They forced him into the police cruiser, before the door was slammed shut he yelled, "No! You can't take me, I have to protect him!"
They will take Mr. Jaegerjaquez in for questioning and hopefully uncover yet another mystery that lie behind those words. Nanao."
"Thank you, Matsumoto. It sure is strange, who would you have to protect if you were a murderer? The deaths of multiple men are on his hands including these shown. Our first report was 4 years prior with the murder of Shuuhei Hisagi, he was a local rapist. Strangely, the second man whose name was Kuchiki Byakuya was murdered almost a year later, he had been on parole for sexual harrassment of a young man. We have recorded that these murders all have something in common.
"Well, it's almost time for our hourly weather reports and will get back shortly. Thank you, I'm Ise Nanao and this is your Karakura news reporting to you live on the spot, your safety first"
~Present Time~
The boy's house wasn't extremely large but it was a two story building. It was a light grey equip with a side garage. Trees and bushes surrounded the home isolating it from all the rest. Not a single crime in this this part of the middle-class neighborhood, most people were less than casual about security and tended to leave doors unlocked and windows open to let in the cool night air. This place would be so easy to ransack; easily entering homes and stealing everything of value the family would have to offer. But that's not what he was currently hiding in the bushes for outside someone's house.
Grimmjow sat crouched behind a bush in front of the house so thick with branches that even his blue hair would not be visible if you shined a light on it. This gave him a hard time peaking through the branches at the one who just pulled into their driveway.
Yes, he was stalking someone. The same one he had been talking for 7 years.
The boy's name was Kurosaki Ichigo, or as he liked to call him, Ichi and Strawberry. You can see why the latter was absolutely necessary to refer to him as. It fit the boy perfectly. He had bright orange hair that put the sun to shame and stuck out at odd angles. His honey brown eyes were soft and at the same time they always seemed to hold a challenge, a hardness. From all that he's learned about his victim he knows the boy has a fiery personality, the right words make him flustered in which Grimmjow thought to be sexy as hell on him. Say the wrong words and you either receive a cocky challenge or the plain pissed off side. But Grimmjow had studied him long enough to know that Ichigo has a softer side and a will to be strong, not for himself but to protect those around him.
When he hears voices he immediately knows that Ichigo isn't alone tonight.
He watches and spots a woman, one that he's not sure how to feel about. Jealousy surges through him at the thought that that woman can be so close to Ichigo. On the othe hand he silently thanks her for helping to keep him on his toes when the days are grim for him.
Tonight though, something feels off. At first glance as they walk up the steps to the porch they look like best friends at a sleepover.
The woman's name was Kuchiki Rukia, the sister of that bastard that tried to put his hands on his Ichigo all those years ago. He's learned that she was someone that goes far back with Ichigo into early childhood. He could understand best friends yet tonight... When he took a closer look he could see that their bodies were tense with anticipation. They glanced at each other nervously before heading inside, Ichigo shutting the door behind him with a soft click. As he thought, the door was left unlocked for easy access.
Shit.
"What the hell did I miss while I was gone?" He whispered to himself in irritation before running a hand through his blue hair, letting a harsh sigh escape past his lips, "The fuck am I gonna do?"
For long moments he stared straight ahead at the maroon door, thinking silently. He glanced up when he saw a light turn on in the bedroom to his right upstairs. He knew what was about to occur and damn it all, he was not going to let his Ichi do it.
Grinning maniacally he stood and stepped out from behind the large bush. He had a plan and even though he felt only slightly sorry for the woman, he wasn't about to back out on his plan now. No, the strawberry was his and his alone.
Walking up to the porch casually so as not to draw attention he glanced quickly around before opening the door and going inside, glad that the door didn't creak in its hinges.
Inside the house it was nicely furnished with an immediate family area, a flat screen tv on a sleek black entertainment centre that had Grimmjow gaping. Oh did he want it.
He shook his head to clear the useless thoughts out of his mind. There was a hallway straight ahead right by the staircase, it seemed to be a dining area with a bar to the left.
He paused at the steps and inhaled deeply before ascending to put his plan into action.
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I was gonna put the second half of this in the same chapter but I'm switching over to what's happening with Ichigo so sorry! But don't worry, hopefully you'll like the next chapter. :)