Reckless Abandon-

Ichigo slipped into the dark apartment without needing to break into it.

Turns out that his new tenant had either forgotten to lock the door once she had gotten in or she just hadn't gotten in yet. Silently, stealthily, he closed the door to the cozy two bedroom apartment that he had remodeled just a few short months ago and looked for any signs of life among the empty/half empty boxes.

The only problem about being in the apartment with so much packed and half unpacked stuff is that he wasn't quite sure if anything was missing or not. He had no idea what the norm was for Kay. Deciding to do a walk-through, he began to slowly and systematically move through the apartment starting in the rooms with empty boxes like the kitchen, living room and spare bedroom.

The first place he went through was the kitchen- mainly because he was curious as to what could have made Kay leave her home so late at night. And after looking in the refrigerator, he got his answer. There was no trace of food anywhere in the apartment. Not in the fridge, freezer, or the cabinets that lined the walls.

Good grief- He thought feeling slightly annoyed. I should have brought a fruit basket or some cookies or something to keep her from starving to death.

Sighing Ichigo scratched his head and left the small kitchen and made his way to the spare bedroom and silently opened the door and blinked at the interior of the room. He had to give Kay props where props were due, the gal obviously moved fast when it came to unpacking and decorating. The cream colored walls of the room were offset by the pale blue carpet on the floor, the bed across the room covered in matching blue hued sheets and quilt with blue and cream colored pillows strewn about. The one small window in the room had blue and cream colored curtains hanging over it.

There were two cherry wood book shelves full to over flowing with books ranging from the encyclopedia, to several dictionaries in several different languages, and the rest... Well, he'd never even heard of them before. But after picking one up and thumbing through the crisp pages, he was somewhat surprised to find that the book he held in his hands was a rare first edition.

And last but not least, just a few steps away was a small cherry wood desk with a pile of loose papers on it and a typewriter. Moving over to stand next to the desk, he stared at the stack of paper's curiously and noted that it was labeled, The Demon's Woman.

What the hell is this? He wondered as he let his gaze wander over the paper. My, my, it would seem that Kay fancied herself a writer. And a damn good one at that- He thought as a flush worked it's way across his pale face. Now Ichigo was in no way an innocent or pure man. Not in the virginal sense anyways, but what he had just read on the paper in his hand made him feel like a school boy peeking at a dirty magazine for the first time. Or maybe a more accurate assessment of what he was feeling was more along the lines of- he felt like a guy going through his girlfriend's clothing looking for a thong or something to carry on him.

His blood quickened in his veins, his heart sped up in his chest, His breath hitched in his throat and he wasn't totally sure but it kind of felt like his jeans were a little bit tighter than they had been just a few moments ago.

Softly clearing his throat ( and completely missing the slightly strangled sound he made while doing it) he lay the paper back down in place and decided to leave the bedroom. Reading that paper had gotten the old blood pumping and if he stayed a second longer he wasn't sure he'd ever manage to leave without either A) Reading some more of Kay's work.

He had to admit, she'd gotten his attention with the very steamy intro.

Or B) Doing something unforgivable and totally perverted to the poor woman. Thus scaring her away before he even had the chance to get to know her at all. And that would be a pity.

Silently leaving the spare bedroom he continued his walk-through the apartment, scarcely noticing the furniture, the paintings hanging on the walls here and there. He was a bit more curious as to why he saw no knick nacks, no family photo's, no albums of friends lying about as he made his way quietly to the main bedroom and reached for the door knob, ready to open the door when he paused.

He could hear the faintest sound of breathing coming from the other side of the door.

Frowning, he silently opened the door and peeked into the room. Noting that it was completely dark in here as well. But that didn't stop him from being able to see the woman's outline laying partially face down on the bed. Her long dark hair tied back into a loose braid, she was out cold from what he could see, one arm firmly tucked under the pillow in her grasp and a towel tightly gripped in her free hand- But that wasn't what really got his attention here.

It was the sight of the overly large shirt she was wearing to sleep in and the pale smooth skin of her legs.

Gulping a little bit from the sudden nervous feeling that he felt fluttering in the pit of his stomach- he looked away from her feeling just a tad bit guilty for seeing her in such a vulnerable and helpless state and quickly stepped back out of the room and closed the door behind him figuring that he'd done enough investigating/checking up on her for the night.

And with one last thing in mind, slipped her wallet out of his jacket pocket and then left the apartment.