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Characters are property of Tite Kubo, I own nothing more then the story in itself ^^

Rated M for language and future smex between Grimmjow and Ichigo XD

Ichigo Kurosaki, 27 years old, was tired as hell this day and he felt pissed off for no reason. He had been busy with work, which consisted of trying to figure out a pattern for how a guy lived. You see, Ichigo is an assassin for the mafia and he had to make the death of this guy look like an accident. Oh, how he loved "accidents," they were fun plotting and he always came up with new ideas for accidents.
He was sitting in his car, on his way to the store to buy some food when he remembered a person that was a pain in the ass. Grimmjow, the leader of a gang, just as violent as he was sexy. The blue haired beast knew no boundaries when it came to harassing poor Ichigo. The bastard should know better, although to Grimmjow, Ichigo was just some delicate meat on the market and not a deadly assassin. Ichigo sighed in frustration and parked his car, ruffled his orange, spiky hair and went out of the car.
No meaning in thinking about the bastard, it would only make him more frustrated. He locked his car and entered the store, trying to remember what it was he should buy. He quickly gathered the stuff and paid for it, but as he turned to leave a familiar face entered the store. Grimmjow.
Ichigo desperately looked for a place to hide, but it was too late, the bastard had seen him and the shit eating grin he had plastered on his face told Ichigo that this was gonna be one of those meetings where Ichigo, in the end, would storm off like a child, stomping his feet as he walked away.
He tried to casually brush past the idiot and left the store, but he was followed out into the parking lot. When they were almost at his car and Grimmjow hadn't said anything, Ichigo became frustrated and turned around.

"What the hell is it?" he spat.

Grimmjow was still grinning like the idiot he was.

"How is that fine ass of yours today?"

"None of your business."

Grimmjow's grin grew larger. As expected by Ichigo.

"You don't seem like the racing type and yet you were at the horse racing last Sunday."

Ichigo looked confused on Grimmjow.

"How the fuck do you know that? You stalking me that much now?"

Grimmjow gave a short laugh.

"No, but one of my members were there and saw you. So, what were you doing at such a lame place?"

Ichigo had been there because he had been observing the guy he was to assassinate, but he wasn't going to let Grimmjow know that.

"Does that matter to you? I can do whatever the fuck I want and it's not lame."

"It doesn't give you any excitement down in your pants. Not like street racing does."

"Does it have to!?" Ichigo was pissed now.

It always sneaked this way when Grimmjow talked. Subtle hints of pants and excitement until he would grope Ichigo and tell him to just be obedient and get fucked. But Ichigo didn't feel like being groped today, not when he was this tired and if the fucker touched him, he wouldn't hold back.

"Anyway, it has nothing to do with you what I do during my Sundays. So fuck off."

Grimmjow laughed again.

"Oh come on, I'm not stalking you. I just got a healthy interest in you. And you like it..."

"Why are you assuming that I like it?" Ichigo asked and sighed.

"Am I wrong?"

"You're way off! There is no sane person that would like to be stalked by a person like you. You are a freaking gang member and not to mention violent as hell. You have no class."

Grimmjow stopped grinning.

"How do you know that I'm a gang member?"

Ichigo gritted his teeth, bad move.

"I have money to pay people with. And it's only natural to check up the person stalking you."

"Who's doing the freakin' stalking? I've never checked you up and I just happened to bump into you. You're the stalker..."

Ichigo huffed.

"Bump into each other? We do it at least once a week and in a town this big, there is no way that it's coincidence."

"And maybe you stalk me. You knew I had to go to the store and since you checked me up you knew I went here and have been skulking around waiting for me to appear."

Ichigo's face was crimson, not from embarrassment but with rage. This bastard... was too much.
Grimmjow was suddenly next to him and grabbed his face, and as they stared at each other Grimmjow licked his own lips.

"You know you look absolutely adorable when you're red like that."

Ichigo snorted.

"Yeah right..."

Grimmjow slowly put his hand on the front of Ichigo's pants.

"Yeah, you-" he didn't get further as he was punched right in the face.

"Hands off, you pervert." Ichigo turned and started to move towards his car.

Grimmjow was sitting on the ground, holding his bleeding, aching nose that was probably fucked now, and as he watched Ichigo walk away he could only think one thing.

"That ass is so mine."

Ichigo felt a shiver go down his spine as he heard Grimmjow howling with laughter.

Ichigo was lying awake in his bed, thinking about today's encounter with Grimmjow. The bastard never learned. It was the first time that Ichigo had punched him but judging from that laughter he had heard before he left, Grimmjow would surely make a pass again. Ichigo sighed and turned off his nightlight before he closed his eyes.

Grimmjow looked up and saw the small light in the apartment window die. He picked the cigarette from his mouth and exhaled. Maybe Ichigo was right, he was a stalker after all. The dull aching from his now broken nose reminded him why he wanted Ichigo. He was hot headed, sexy and deadly. The first time he had seen those gorgeous brown eyes he had known for sure he wanted the man to squirm beneath him, panting and moaning his name. A dark shadow appeared next to him and he grinned at the man.

"Nice of ya ta drop by so quick Nnoitra."

The tall man huffed.

"What the fuck do ya want?"

"I have a small request to make."

Nnoitra rolled his only visible eye.

"Duh?"

"I need ya to look up who Ichigo has been following. I have a feeling that man is about to die."

Nnoitra looked curiously at Grimmjow.

"Why the fuck do you care? You've been following Ichigo's ass with your eyes for a year now and now you care about who he kills?"

Grimmjow grinned.

"He can kill who he wants, just that I want to know so I can stalk the stalker."

Nnoitra grinned.

"So ya wanna see him more than once a week now suddenly. Raising the game, huh?"

"Something like that."

"Just one question... what the fuck happened to your nose? No girls are gonna go to bed with ya now."

Grimmjow laughed.

"I haven't slept with anyone for a year and ya know that Nnoi. A certain hot head happened in the parking lot. Seems like it's off limits to grope him now."

Nnoitra grinned big.

"And that jus' got ya more inta the game. That strawberry of yours really likes ta make ya suffer."

"Yeah and once I get him in bed, I'm gonna pay it back tenfold."

They both laughed and with one last glance up at Ichigo's apartment window Grimmjow grinned. By the end of the month, he would have Ichigo's ass. He swore it.