This.... Should have taken no where as long as it did and for that I apologize. I've actually had this chapter written for quite some time and real life has prevented me from getting it up. That said its also not quite as good as it could be- I haven't had time to edit it really but I have no idea when I'll be able to get online next (summer school is a bitch) so I'd prefer to put something up rather than have nothing... I'll go through and edit when I have more time.

Thank you so much to the people who reviewed, you have my undying love and I'm sorry again that this took so freaking long.

charlatan, noun--a person falsely claiming to have a special knowledge or skill; a fraud.

"I had seven faces
thought I knew which one to wear
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
training myself not to care
the subway is a porno
And the pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
somehow I'm not impressed"

-NYC, Interpol

Kira sighed faintly under his breath, shutting the manila folder before him in an air of relief as the second hand on the clock above his door finally hit four. At least he could give the small fry homicide team a full profile of the sort of person they were looking for in the morning. He almost felt sorry for the people that had to cover these cases in a more public manner- The press was absolutely brutal because it was the only sort of case they could get a large amount of access to.

"Hey Sunshine," he looked up as a female voice chirped the slightly joking greeting and then shook his head a notch as Momo Hinamori knocked on the door frame of his office as a delayed after thought. The blond man beckoned her in and she didn't hesitate to oblige, practically skipping over to the chair opposite him, before sitting down with a slight bounce. "What's got you so down? Its four, get to go home; watch the soaps or whatever it is you do on a Wednesday evening."

"Thank you," Kira retorted wryly, taking in the grin on her face and the fact that the loose, dark hair on either side of her face was slightly curled… Coupled with what looked like fresh lipstick… "I've always longed for my life to sound like that of a middle aged and single woman… I'm just a little tired of working all these minor cases. But what's all this for? Date or did Renji convince you to give your relationship another shot?"

"Ack- No!" Momo instantly defended, stifling a slight laugh and earning a chuckle from Kira as well. "I would never have agreed to go to dinner with him if I wasn't sick that week. I swear the cold medicine made me tipsy or something-" She shook her head, mildly embarrassed by the recollection. That night had quickly taught her why you don't date your friends, especially when they work in the same building as you. It just wasn't romantic. At all. And Momo was quick to admit she was a bit of a sap. She teased Kira about watching soap operas but more often than not she found herself flicking through the her DVR'd episodes while lounging on the couch after work. "It's a date though," she continued, the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks as she paused slightly.

"And a story," the blond picked up, he knew that little hesitation well. "Go on, I don't have any place to be."

"It was like one of those things out of a novel actually," Momo started up again, sounding faintly breathless at her apparent good luck. "I was almost late this morning, my alarm didn't go off so I missed the train I normally take in and got stuck on one ten minutes later…Anyway, I was feeling all rushed when I got up to the sidewalk again and someone bumped in to me and made me spill my stuff everywhere, it's the morning too so no one's got the time to watch where they're going-" She cut herself off abruptly, catching Kira's blue eyed gaze. "I'm sorry, I'm babbling. You probably just want to get home."

"Momo," her name escaped the blonde's lips in something that was halfway between a sigh and a groan. "I've known you since college. You're my friend, I care."

"Yeah," the dark haired woman agreed with a slight smile. "I know you do. Well, my papers were getting trampled by stilettos and shiny leather shoes and I was trying to pick them up before they were unreadable then out of nowhere there's this guy on his knees next to me helping. Izuru, I swear to god he's the sort of guy I could fall in love with within a week and marry within a month. Messy brown hair, glasses, and the sweetest smile." She stopped to take a breath, letting it out slowly as she tried to avoid getting too giddy at the recollection. "When he passed me my bag back and asked if I had any plans tonight I just about fainted on the spot."

"What's his name?" Kira questioned a slight smile on his own lips at exactly how enthusiastic Momo was over her surprise rescuer. It wasn't for show either. The woman on the other side of his desk was earnest, hard working, cheerful, the sort of person who deserved a someone special in their life but didn't have one. If her mystery man from the morning was a possible candidate then so be it. She was capable of taking care of herself as well if things didn't go quite as planned.

"Sosuke," Momo stated with just the faintest edge of a sigh in her voice as the name fell from her lips. She glanced down briefly away from Kira to check the small silver watch on her wrist, not wanting to twist around in her seat to look at the one above the door. Four fifteen. "Aw crap, I'm gonna be late meeting him if I don't get going-"

"Then get going," the blond cut with a slight chuckle as he gestured to the door. The dark haired woman stood from her seat, giddy air hanging thickly around her as she made a quick turn on the spot with a short 'how do I look?' Kira shook his head again but obliged and inspected the skirt and plain white blouse she had on. "Professional and good."

"Wish me luck," she all but hummed, stepping over to the door but not quite stepping through yet as she recalled something the blond had said earlier. "If you're sick of small time things ask for a transfer on to a team. It's not like Urahara can deny you that- You're the best criminal profiler he's got. I bet he'd be thrilled to have you working on the serial killings."

"He already asked, I told him I would only work on that case the day I got personal connections to it. I want to be able to sleep at night… Plus, I'd worry more about yourself," Kira stated, waving away her concern with his tone. "Working in forensics with Toshiro and you're going to be late for your date." Momo laughed slightly, despite the fact that she still felt concerned, but complied, heading out of his office with a wave and a grin.

The blond man sighed faintly as she departed down the hall. Cracking open one of the drawers on his desk he dropped in the manila folder from earlier with a faint note of relief. Didn't have to worry about that until tomorrow… Maybe Momo was right and it really was time to file a request to join a team, to work on a larger project, he mused, rising from his seat to grab his coat off the back of his door which he didn't hesitate to shut behind him. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy his job; it was both challenging and rewarding and also sort of therapeutic. His life may be lacking any sort of relationship beyond friends but profiling criminals made you realize how normal you were. But even so, now that it seemed like half the crime scenes he visited, half the folders that hit his desk, were accidents or small isolated cases that were wrapped up within a week… It had been fine at first but now, even though he was a pretty patient person, it was getting tedious. At least he got to work alongside decent people and there was no danger of losing touch with your friends when they worked in the same building as you- albeit in different departments. There were still lunch breaks after all…

Gin side stepped a commuter as he shot a brief glance at his wristwatch. A little past four. That would explain the sudden flood of people in slacks and business jackets that he now, what with standing on the sidewalk, blended in to perfectly. He had indeed made an executive decision to lay low after Matsumoto's little bit of news last night but that didn't mean bringing his activities to a complete halt. When a person made it a goal to avoid honest work their entire life they tended to have plenty of free time left to them. If only the poor fools milling past him realized that, but they were just a little bit too hung up on their schedules for their own good. He took a step forward in to the slip stream of bodies, eyes instantly focused at pocket level as he tried to decide on a target. Right now, laying low demanded no con but that was pretty much it. Unless his gut instinct told him otherwise the petty theft- read pick pocketing- would continue as normal.

The grin on his lips inched up further as he brushed shoulders with a bearded business man and stepped away from his encounter with the familiar shape of a wallet in his long fingered hand. Driver's license, no- Pictures of family, no- Cash, yes. He plucked the money from the bill fold deftly; slipping it in to his pocket as he snapped the wallet shut and let it drop to the concrete beneath his feet. That was all he ever took, the actual cold hard cash. Credit cards and debt it cards left a trail that was all too easy for cops to follow home with today's technology. Dropping the wallet as quickly as you got it was another safety net, no evidence. And who knows, maybe somebody would pick it up and return it to the guy…

His gaze forward again, a grey coat about five paces ahead catching his eye this time. With his spare seconds he shot a brief look up at the owner's face that was half hidden by a fringe of blond hair. The man's lips were set in a flat line and his brow was faintly knit as though he were mulling over a gloomy topic. Perhaps a bad day at the office and a wife that's cheating on him for the electrician. Ah well, everyone has bad days. The world wouldn't stop just because a gloomy looking blond lost a bit of cash in addition to his possible wife's possible infidelity. With a smoothness that betrayed his expertise Gin stepped to the left a notch, bumped his shoulder against the blonde's and dipped his fingers in to his pocket to grab a hold of the wallet there. One more step from both of them in their current direction would tug it out of the pocket and in to the silver haired man's possession.

It never came. Gin came to a dead stop at the feeling of a hand around his wrist in a hold that wasn't punishing but certainly firm. Oblivious to the people on all sides of them he turned to take in the younger looking man, trying to conceal the taken aback and slightly annoyed look that crossed his features despite his still upturned lips.

"That's my wrist y'know," he drawled with a faintly condescending edge as he attempted to smooth over the fact that he'd just been caught for the first time in at least two years.

"It's my wallet," Kira responded easily, doing a good job of coming across as un-phased as he made no move to let go of the bone thin wrist in his hand. Much as his assailant had a few seconds ago he inspected the other man, taking in the smiling but thin lips with a controlled gaze. He skipped ahead to the silver hair that matched pale un-tanned skin (but then where were people supposed to get a tan in a city that spent at least three quarters of its time under a cloud covered sky?) before actually pausing at the thin, half lidded eyes where he could just sort of see pale blue through the other's lashes.

"Don' know what yer talkin' about." Gin dropped the finger hold on the leather rectangle he had maintained inside the grey coat's pocket. At this point he just wanted out. Fine, Mr. Gloomy was clever. Well if he knew what was good for him then he wouldn't report this to the police and would go home to his gloomy little life. The police had yet to catch up with him enough to have his face on file. He'd like to keep it that way. The blond sighed faintly but dropped the taller man's wrist, visible eye still resting on the other's own blue orbs.

"Better luck next time," he stated turning away. There wasn't any point in messing around with the silver haired man. He'd tried to pick pocket him. Pick pockets weren't really criminals in his book. Bored people maybe but not criminals when compared to some of the cases they saw. "I deal with people like you all day long." That caught Gin's attention despite the fact instinct had been screaming 'get out' a second ago. People like him, huh? Blondie was in the police, fancy that. Instantly he was elevated from yet another clinically depressed suit to a possible treasure trove of information. Maybe he could milk a bit more out of his would be victim over a beer or two- Matsumoto wasn't the only one who could coax information out of others. He just didn't have as good a success rate as her, and he was blaming that one on a lack of prominent cleavage to display to people. With a quick turn he started back after the blond man who'd already managed to put about six people between them. Unfortunately for blondie six people wasn't nearly enough. He'd mastered the art of navigating crowds when he was ten.

"Hey-!" Kira stopped at the call, jumping slightly when a hand descended down on to his shoulder a second later. He'd never done well with surprises like that. "Ye wanna get a drink?" He blinked at his assailant-for-the-second-time as though he'd gone crazy. But maybe he was. He was pretty sure sane people didn't make a habit of trying to steal your wallet and then asked you out for a drink after.

"What-? I- I don't-" He started, the collected air from before all but gone in the face of such an unexpected twist. Honestly, what was he supposed to say to that without coming across as rude? The man, who's hand was currently still resting on his shoulder much to his faint discomfort, had tried to nick his wallet but not succeeded. So no harm done there… for the most part. Though that fixed smile was starting to become unsettling. "I don't drink-" It probably sounded feeble, he thought, but it was the truth at least. The last time he'd downed alcohol was at Renji's birthday party and the only things he could recall clearly from that was, after having had about two beers, laughing a lot and having a hard time saying 'no' to pretty much anything. It was not an ordeal he wanted to repeat. Gin scoffed faintly and held on to the grey fabric beneath his fingers a little tighter to prevent his captive from brushing him off, which he looked like he was about ready to do.

"Allergic or somethin'?" he questioned wryly, grinning at a passerby who gave them a faintly curious look. He sort of wanted to know what they thought was going on- Just for the kicks. "C'mon, it'll take the edge of the fact yer wife's cheatin' on ya." The taken aback look he was getting twisted in to one that made it even more clear the other man was starting to wonder about his mental stability.

"I'm not married," Kira replied, an edge of caution in his voice. Where had that come from, he wondered. Did he really look that troubled, that random passersby assumed he was in the midst of a divorce or the like? Maybe Renji and Momo were right and he did in fact need to work on smiling more… His thoughts had swallowed him up just enough to let the other man tug him a couple steps back in the direction he'd been coming from before he realized it and made to plant his feet once more.

"Girlfriend then," Gin picked up smoothly, halting as well as the blond stopped complying with his subtle tugs. "Pretty lil' bird ya met at the party yer acquaintance from work threw last month but now she's gone an' decided yer best friend's a better catch an' they've been foolin' around behind yer back ever since they met two weeks ago when ye all went out t' see a movie." He arched a thin eyebrow at Kira, giving his coat another small yank. He'd gotten him to take a few steps without really trying so it wasn't a bad job yet.

"I'm not dating either," the blond stated, letting out a noise that got caught halfway between a sigh and a disbelieving laugh. "Did you seriously just come up with all of that just to try and convince me to get a drink with you?" Profiling forced him to partially immerse himself in to some of the weirdest (and most twisted) thought patterns a human mind could follow but even that was… odd to him.

"I'm a novelist. An' if ya aren't datin' then yer starved for company. Yer career in the police has lead you t' think the worst a' people and ye've lost yer faith in humanity. Yer afraid that friendships an' relationships will only lead t' disappointment." That one was actually sort of close, he thought, resisting a sigh. Except he had friends and it wasn't a lack of faith but a lack of time. Gin noticed the faint waver in his resolve and gave himself a hypothetical pat on the back for hitting on an actual point with his loose guesses. "See, we're gettin' to know each other a'ready. Let's go." Kira shook his head, finally brushing off the hand on his shoulder but instead of retreating like he'd been about to a minute ago he made a move to follow the older man. Maybe an evening off from his routine of reading, mulling over work and trying to find some decent music to listen to alone wouldn't be such a bad idea. Plus the longer they stood in the middle of the sidewalk the longer they attracted looks from homebound commuters; he'd always hated being the center of attention. And it wasn't like he had to order alcohol; the places around here weren't below serving water and the like.

"Do you talk to everyone like that?" he asked as they dodged a member of the last wave of commuters, starting back up the sidewalk. He spent his entire work day analyzing, second guessing, thinking. But spitting out those (slightly cliché) bits of story for the hell of it…

"Depends." And it did depend. On whom he was talking to. The silver haired man knew that if he tried to use that sort of thing to convince Grimmjow in to stunts he'd get a slightly confused look and a question of 'what the hell did you smoke?' Matsumoto would smile for a few seconds of it and then tell him to cut the crap- that she didn't need to be talked in circles to agree to help or whatever.

They lapsed in to silence as they hurried across a cross walk, Gin leading the way and Kira a pace or so behind. The blond was in the police force so he figured dragging him to the bar where Matsumoto worked probably wouldn't be such a brilliant idea. That, and he'd gotten all dressed up- enough to look presentable in the business district, slacks, collared shirt, tie (though it wasn't tight around his neck), jacket. Why waste it? There were a few nice places around here that he'd popped in to once or twice, it wouldn't be that hard to find them again. "Gin Ichimaru," the two words broke the quiet as he paused to double check a street sign.

"What?" Kira blinked slightly, brow knit as the other's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. What the hell was he doing, following an utter stranger to god knows where? The only thing that it definitely was was spontaneous and he wasn't well known for his spontaneous urges. Schedules and pre planning were the safety nets that for all intent and purpose guided his life. He relied on their dependability and stability to counteract the confusing mess work could be sometimes.

"My name," Gin drawled, and his tone suggested that if the face he showed the world were a little more gruff there would have been a chiding 'idiot' tacked on to the end. But it wasn't like blondie was going to know that. "Yours?"

"Izuru Kira," he all but muttered. At least now he had a name to tack on to the smile that hadn't budged since he'd grabbed the older male's wrist. It somehow made the expression a little bit less unnerving, humanized him a notch maybe. Because even though he'd silently given his consent by following him there was something decidedly off about the man, something he couldn't quite put a finger on. Like he wasn't all there. "Gin, that's an …odd name."

"They all say that," the silver haired man chuckled as he came to a halt before a mahogany colored door, pushing it open to reveal the dimly lit and sort of darkly decorated interior of the restaurant bar hybrid he'd selected about half way through the walk. A few of the round tables had people seated at them and even fewer stools at the bar had patrons. Slow night, quick service- there was your silver lining if you were the sort of person that always needed to find one. He couldn't say he was but sometimes his subconscious found amusement in finding them. You knew you were in a higher class place anyway, when there wasn't any TV screens broadcasting tonight's game and there was light, almost jazz like music playing in the background over the muted conversations everyone was engaged in.

Kira pursed his lips slightly as they started over to the opposite end of the bar away from the rest of the customers. He opened his mouth a notch, half of him tempted to protest and the other half berating him for worrying so much. Who did he think he'd stumbled across; the serial killer the team he'd passed up being a part of was trying to catch? One unvoiced statement later he was seated on a black leather and silver metal stool to Gin's left.

"Two beers," the older man requested of the bar tender, having a brief round of déjà vu as he pulled out one of the twenties he had managed to nick earlier. What would that bearded business man say if he knew he was funding tonight's activities, he mused with a near silent chuckle.

"I don't-"

"A beer won't kill ya," he cut in across the blonde's protest. Honestly, it wasn't as though it was vodka or the like.

"It could," Kira muttered, eyeing the bill Gin passed to the man on the other side of the counter in exchange for their drinks. "Is that from the pocket of a person who wasn't quite quick enough to catch you?" he questioned dryly with no hint of amusement hidden anywhere in his voice. The sight of money had quickly brought him back to how he'd ended up here in the first place.

"Dunno," Gin stated and unlike the blond beside him, didn't hesitate to take a swallow of his drink. "If I say yes will ya arrest me?" He snuck a sideways glance at the other, grinning around the rim of his glass as Kira gave him a sort of flat look. The younger man was clearly making an attempt to figure out what sort of person he'd gotten stuck conversing with. This was fun already.

"I'd have done that back on the sidewalk and skipped this entirely if that's what I was aiming for," Kira sighed, running a hand in to his hair slightly. "I don't do much arresting anyway; I'm a criminal profiler not a detective." He paused; lips twisted down in a slight frown as he caved in to the sight of the drink in front of him and finally took a swallow, grimacing faintly at the taste. Along with not being able to hold his liquor well he didn't care much for the taste of any of what seemed to be standard drinks for those over twenty-one. "What sort of writing do you do?" It was an abrupt and obvious way to get the conversation started on a track that didn't lead to him divulging more information about himself but he didn't feel like being subtle, not in a situation this absurd.

Gin paused slightly, giving the inside of his glass a sort of puzzled look as he raised it to his lips once more. Oh, that's right. He'd told blondie he was a novelist back out on the sidewalk. Well, it was more interesting than the personas he normally took on for con jobs. Insurance men and investors were some of the most mind numbingly dull people on the planet to pretend to be. Plus they had no creativity when it came to how they presented themselves; he almost always had to douse his hair in some shade of semi-permanent brown hair dye and went through god knows how many bottles of shampoo getting it back out again. Garnier should be sending him thank you cards for all the money he spent on their products.

"Crime stories." Why not go with a field he had some expertise in? He could back it up with facts at the least. "Some con, some murder, that sorta stuff."

"And yet you pick pocket people?"

"Everyone needs a hobby 'Zuru. Ones on the opposite side a' the law tend t' be more challengin'. Plus studies show it's a sure fire way t' meet people," he chuckled slightly; watching as Kira took another swallow of the amber drink before him and gave him another look that could have been taken as mildly aghast. "So, if all that's' true what woul' my profile look like?"

"Depends on what you're lying about," the blond countered but raised his glass back up to his mouth to give himself enough time to actually mull over the question. He couldn't say he was sure at this point. The man beside him was certainly eccentric (which was a nice way of saying he probably had some sort of personality disorder) but beyond that his statements were too loose, too patchy, to get much more than that out of them. If he really was a novelist that would suggest he had a stable life and a relatively stable mentality but the pick pocketing contradicted that. So if he was lying about the writing career he could easily be a full blown criminal. But maybe the money in his pocket was actually from honest means and earlier had been a onetime sort of thing or an excuse to talk and he was just keeping up the petty crime front for the laughs… And all of that aside he was clearly good at holding a conversation without letting on about himself. Kira resisted the urge to groan under his breath and gulped down another mouthful of his drink to try and rid himself of the buzzing thoughts. He just wasn't able to get a break, even out of the office.

"I never said I was lyin', jus' what it would mean if it was all the truth."

"That would imply you're lying," came his quick reply, though it was muttered and a little bit muted as he didn't hesitate to drain the last of the beer from his glass. "You don't have any problem with this do you? It isn't awkward or uncomfortable at all is it?"

"What isn'?" Gin asked, sounding vaguely curious as he gave the other's empty glass a slight raised eyebrow. For a man who said he didn't drink it sure looked like he could put it away. Though maybe that was because of him. He smirked faintly at the thought; he'd never driven anyone to alcoholism before. That he knew of.

"This- Dragging some random stranger you have no connection to out for a drink and then just sitting there, talking and asking questions like you're old college friends or something-" Though he knew he wouldn't be doing this kind of thing, Kira sort of wished he could be even remotely that uninhibited.

"Nope, can't say I've got a problem with it." The silver haired man slid his half finished beer over in front of the Kira, leaning in to him slightly to do so. "'Ere, think ya need that more than I do." He sat back up and instantly felt the smile on his lips stretch up in to a just faintly malicious grin as he took in the hint of a flush on the blonde's features from their proximity a second ago. So blondie leaned that way. He should have guessed. It was a night late but maybe there was still a shot at getting laid in honor of the latest job.

"Thanks," came the mumble form the other. Normally he would have instantly refused taking in further alcohol of any sort but the first beer had already fuzzed over that little bit of logic and it was helping him feel a bit more at ease if nothing else. Oblivious to the inspection Gin was giving him, he made short work of the remaining liquid before him, twisting slightly on his stool to better address the man seated beside him. "So why did you ask me out for a drink anyway?"

"Dunno," Gin started cryptically, leaning in a notch again. "Research for my next story, thought ye were cute, what makes ya feel special?" Despite the fact that it looked like he wasn't going to get anything out of his companion about what the police knew about anything he couldn't bring himself to call it a waste of time. Certainly not now when he had Kira glancing away from him and looking vaguely flustered.

"The truths always nice," the blond muttered lips sort of pursed.

"Ah, that's hard," he sighed, propping his chin up in his palm much like he had done last night at the bar with Matsumoto and Grimmjow. "We fiction writers seem not t' do to well with the truth." If he was going to play the role of crime novelist then he was going to do it thoroughly and use it to his advantage. "But I had t' try I'd say it's 'cause it's been an awful long time since anyone caught me at my hobby an' even then it's never been a cute an' apparently single blond. Then again that's runnin' on the assumption that not datin' and not bein' married means free."

"Yeah, that's what it means." Kira shook his head slightly, closing his eyes as he tried to collect his thoughts. Momo might have had an odd morning but he was sure as hell getting his due of… random incidents now. She got a surprise date, he got an attempted pick pocket, an offer for a drink and now not quite subtle flirtations from a man who could be a writer but could also be a criminal. And the beer and a half he'd downed to ease his spinning thoughts also prevented him from spurning Gin's advancements right off the bat- even though that probably would be the smartest thing to do.

"Good, then this ain't gonna try any loyalties," Gin stated with a sort of hum like undertone to his voice as he leaned forward to press his still up turned lips over Kira's own. Even if he had been a more reserved person the place could barely still be called public with one or two other patrons who were all engaged in their own business and a bar tender who was facing away from them. The mouth beneath his remained sort of stiff as the younger man half blinked at him in apparent surprise, though as to how anyone could not have seen that coming was beyond him, before relaxing a notch and returning the pressure in a sort of hesitant way that made it obvious the blond still wasn't sure if he wanted to do this. He knew the deal was sealed though when he persisted a few seconds more and Kira closed his eyes, reopening them just as quickly when Gin pulled back.

"I don' live anywhere remotely close t' here," the silver haired man breathed, and that much at least was the truth. They were both adults, they didn't need someone to spell out where things were going to go from here.

"A couple blocks," Kira mumbled, looking just faintly embarrassed with the directness of the conversation.

"Yer place then."

Somewhere between walking that couple blocks and exchanging quick kisses that steadily became less organized and needier Kira found himself fumbling to get his key out of his pocket, one of Gin's hands on his hip and his breathing in his ear. He turned the key in the lock, pausing and closing his eyes briefly at the sensation of the other nibbling at his earlobe which was only heightened by light haze of alcohol that had settled firmly over his brain and the fact that it had been longer then he'd care to admit since his last… fling.

Gin didn't remove his grip on the blond as they stepped in to his flat, draping his arm more firmly around his waist instead to silently inform him that he wasn't about to let go any time soon. With a quick, practiced gaze he inspected Kira's rather sparsely decorated but still home like flat, taking it all in, the couch, kitchenette, adjacent bedroom, within a few seconds. Content with the layout of his new surroundings he refocused his attention on the younger man in his arms, nipping firmly at his earlobe once more before shifting his mouth to the curve of his neck, tongue flicking out lightly though the open mouthed kiss as his breath drifted across the blonde's somewhat pale skin.

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The silver haired man shifted slightly to raise his head and look over his younger companions shoulder. The glowing red face of the digital clock read 10:36. Time to go. He'd been biding his time for about an hour until Kira's breaths evened out to the pace that normally indicated deep sleep. He could have left right off the bat, he supposed, he wasn't the one who was drunk. But sometimes it was fun to mix things up and let the night's partner fall asleep feeling, at least somewhere in the back of their mind, that this could have been a more than a one night stand. With the same deftness that he used when nicking people's wallets he withdrew his arm from the slumbering blonde's waist, sliding off the bed soundlessly.

A quick search around the room revealed that by some happy twist of fate all of his clothes had ended up in roughly the same spot. That certainly couldn't be said for most of the times he went through this procedure, he mused, slipping on his boxers and slacks before fumbling slightly with the buttons on the white, collared shirt- There wasn't exactly so much light in the room that the action was easy. Evidently the window to the left of the bed did not look out on a street.

"Bye bye, 'Zuru," standing in the doorway of the bedroom he spared Kira one more look, a sort of half muted laugh escaping him at the fact that, even in sleep, the profiler's brow appeared sort of knit, complementing the faint trace of a left over frown on his lips. Was honest work really so trying? Gin ran a long fingered hand through his hair, attempting to bring some order to the strands as he approached the front door he'd entered through only a few hours ago. Hand on the doorknob he paused at the sight of a series of hooks that apparently held Kira's spare keys.

"Aw, now that's jus' too temptin'," he muttered, eyeing the pieces of metal. A few of them were too small to go to any sort of door and must have been for something at work. It was the first one he snagged though, the one that looked like the standard sort of copy for house locks that you could get made at hardware stores. Slipping in to his pocket before closing the door behind himself, the distinct click of a lock that would no longer stop him echoing in the hall, Gin grinned. He was lying low after all. He could afford to mess with blondie for a little bit longer than a night.

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