Warning/s: theft

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They didn't notice when they fell in love with each other. At first it was like a high-schools' love. It felt so right, so comfortable to Ichigo. He moved to Adam's house, it wasn't like he had much choice. Ichigo felt like it was his escape from his long nightmare.

How wrong he was.

Adam started coming back home drunk. It wasn't like he drunk a few beers, no, he came back like he drank a hole barrel of vodka. He didn't know who he was, where he was and I don't have to tell you how horrible hangover he had. Ichigo didn't know if he was doing that because of him or not. Probably not but after a few times he could start thinking like that. Don't get him wrong, Adam was a good man but after he drank too much... He wasn't too nice.

"Ichi?" Ichigo looked from his notebook.

"Hm?"

"Look wha' I have." Teenager looked at item.

"Tattoo machine?"

"Wanna try?"

"...You want me to tattoo you?" A short nod was everything Ichigo needed to see. He took an object to his hand. It laid smoothly in it. "What do you want? Shouldn't I do a project first?"

"Show me your notebook. I know you have something I like in it." He gave him his notebook. "This. I want this." Ichigo looked and visibly colour were drained from his face. It was a face of monster who was following him in Japan.

"Why you want this?"

"It's creepy. I like it."

"...I don't want to do... that." Adam frowned.

"...Alright? Then that." He saw a skull with a crown on its head.

"Where do you want that?"

"Here." He pointed on his forearm.

"You know I never ever done a tattoo and it won't be that 'pretty' as on a paper?"

"I know but I feel tha' ya hav' s'mthin' in ya."

"Nice." Ichigo looked at his work. Yes, it was a nice piece of work. A very good. Great piece of art, he didn't know he could do things like that. "I have an ide'. Ya'll do this for the work."

Ichigo liked his 'job'. Adam found him first client. He was a little nervous because he didn't know that man. It was a little dangerous but what he could do? He knocked on the apartment's door. After a while somebody from security opened it.

"What do you want?"

"I... I'm here for Mr. Johnson."

"There is-."

"Let him in, Darius." Ichigo looked at 'Mr. Johnson'. He was dressed in a suit, Rolex on his wrist. He was rich, I could see that. "So... You're from Adam, right?"

"...Yes."

"Who would through Adam had such a pretty thing in his collection."

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Nothing, let's see what you got for me, hm?" I showed him my projects, I didn't know what he wanted. He frowned.

"Don't like it?"

"Draw something more... Hm, how to say that... I want something what will describe some facts about me but not in a...

"Good way?"

"Yes."

"Some skulls, death?"

"No, I want something else, something discriminative."

"...Some idea?"

"You're an artist." Ichigo huffed.

"And you're going to just tell me if you like it or not?" He didn't need to answer. Ichigo searched for something in his mind. He decided a mask with an emotionless expression would be the best but something was missing. That man was rich, probably some gangster. He looked at the man's face, hard jawline and eyes judging hole world. He added a crown. He stopped.

"...Were you in a prison?"

"Why even bother?" Ichigo showed man his art.

"I want to add some curved bars around it but I don't know if-."

"Add it." So Ichigo added it and turned it around so 'Mr. Johnson' could see it. "Perfect."

"Where d-."

"Here." He showed his neck.

"This is going to hurt."

"Don't care."

"Good job."

"Thanks."

"Maybe you want to work for me and my guys permanently?"

"I... I'm sorry but I work for Adam..."

"Not like that." He chuckled. "I want you to be your permanent client. I don't... No I'm sure Adam won't mind it. Here." Ichigo looked at the envelope. "Don't be so suprised. Your payment." He looked inside and felt his stomach roll.

"It's-."

"Bank check. 10.000$."

"It's too much, I-."

"You're so innocent, kid." Ichigo didn't like it when stranger's hand laid on his head. "I don't think somebody should even say that. But it's getting late, go home." Ichigo slowly packed his machine, ink and bank check. He looked last time at the man, he smirked. "Go." So he left.

Ichigo slowly opened the door. He didn't know Adam was waiting for him.

"Hi-."

"How much?"

"Huh?"

"How much he gave ya." Ichigo slowly gave him bank check. He looked at the man's face, it didn't show much emotion. "Good, very good." He hid it in his pocket.

"H-Hey, it's my money!"

"Don't shout, Ichi, it's already midnight. I'm gonna invest in it so it's gonna multiply." He walked towards bedroom. "Tomorrow ya're gonna go to another client." He turned around. "Come, ya need sleep." Ichigo sighed. It's going to be bad, isn't it?