She sat alone in her multi-million dollar mansion, alone. A glass of whiskey in hand. She reminisced on her past, and what had got her to this point.
She was the best female 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 village along with two other boys that followed her around like lost puppy dogs.
She couldn't help but think about the men that had backed her every play to get her where she was now.
Renji, the big redheaded beast. He was the reason she felt he was the reason she had to get out. He was cold-blooded, and it was almost as if 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 another life.
If it was a question between getting away and doing ten years in a federal prison it was no question at all.
And then there was Grimmjow, the blue haired man was Renjis partner in crime from day one. He was more quiet and reserved, but still he worried her sometimes. They both worried her 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 be impossible for anyone to trace it back to them.
Grimmjow kicked in the door to the bank with Renji close behind him. A shotgun blast sounded as everyone hit the ground.
"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 one of the security guards that had yet to get on the floor.
The screams started quite quickly and soon she had her cohorts move the civilians into an empty office.
Before the bank workers even knew she had already broken into the vault.
"We only take inconsequential, unmarked bills." she said as the three of them filled their duffel bags to the brim.
As they were coming out of the back of the building Grimmjow put his hand up as 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." he said turning to the one female member of their group, she was always the brains, but she just shook her head already knowing that Renji was going to cut a path through the incoming police.
"They are so fucked!" Renji yelled as he loaded a clip into the M4 that had been in the duffel bag.
Grimmjow took her hand and ran as fast as he could, but they had been moments too 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 were the last words that ever came out of the bluenets mouth as a bullet tore through his head.
Renji was still blindly firing at incoming policemen.
She never saw him go down, and she 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 down in a lawn chair by the pool. Whiskey never leaving her hand.
She had gotten lazy in the last two years of lying low, but that didn't mean she didnt know of the man standing behind her.
"I would find another 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 said.
She sat up and looked him over, he was noticeably muscular, and looked to be around six feet tall and around a hundred an eighty pounds, but his most noticeable feature was bu far his bright orange hair.
"I've been doing what you're doing right now longer then you've been alive." She said.
"Bullshit, you don't look any older than me." The orange haired man said.
"Flattery will get you no where here." she said.
The younger man was still standing there, unmoving, like he wasn't sure what to do next.
"Are you going to sit down or not? If you stay long enough maybe you might learn something." She said.
He walked around and sat down on the chair to her left.
"Who are you lady? The guys say you are just some rich lady that lives alone, the perfect score." he said.
"You tell me your name and I'll tell you mine." She said.
He couldn't tell if she was serious or just screwing around with him.
He sighed, he was caught and she hadn't called the cops yet so he was pretty sure she wasn't just stringing him along until the cops showed up.
He looked at her as if he was just noticing her. She was absolutely stunning. Waist length black hair, perfect, porcelain white skin. He had seen her around the city before, they frequently went to the same bars, but what really got him was her eyes. Those gun-metal grey eyes seemed to look through him and see who he was as a person.
"Ichigo Kurosaki." He said.
"BYakuya Kuchiki." She responded.