The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool.

Stephen King–

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, or any references made to any particular person, subject, line, etc., etc.

*Again, Grimmjow is denoted as he; his name will be introduced when he and Ichigo meet.

Please, excuse the tardiness of my story!

**Another note! Please, do no flame my idea for making Masaki Urahara's sister; it will serve great purposes, believe me~


Coincidence

To be called out in the middle of the night, without any notice, was like something out of that awful horror movie he had mentioned before; normally, even an urgent matter would be pushed off until later. But now, now he had sent familiar faces to grab him up out of his musings and had the audacity to make them wait for him.

Bastard.

Finally, when the boss man decided to make his grand entrance, Haribel and Ulquiorra were in the process of trying to restrain him, and they weren't doing so well.

"Come, my children – your brothers and sisters await us in the meeting room." And with that, he stalked off in the most pompous matter you could ever imagine, leaving the four of them to decide whether or not they wanted to follow; even though there was no choice.

"C'mon pussy cat." Nnoitra taunted, to which he replied with a good old fashioned middle finger. There were only a few things that he loathed with his entire being, and one of them was Nnoitra. The tall, skinny prick of a man had strutted in front of him, keeping his stride long enough so that he wouldn't run into him; but, of course, Nnoitra had just stopped abruptly in front of him, causing a collision anyway.

"Move!" He demanded in a hiss, fixing the lapels of the long trench coat he had worn before taking it off; it was raining heavily outside, and he was in a very nice suit.

Cackles heard from behind migrated to his left as he saw the thin man plop down in the designated seat; he had a seat next to that one. Groaning inwardly at how immature this meeting could turn out to be, he prowled forward and sank into his chair, a black storm cloud above his head. This was not a good time at all.

"Now, you may all be wondering why I have brought you here tonight on such short notice." Nobody had to nod; their Lord already knew what they were feeling. As a head vampire, the boss man had the ability to sense when someone in his…tribe…disagreed or felt rather ill mannered about what he had to say. Without missing a beat, he continued on.

"As you know, the Priests are very, very angry with us managing the population of humans." Few chuckles rang through the room; this was a very serious matter. Sitting straighter, he listened in.

"So far, they've managed to keep the humans safe with protective barriers, holding many formal events were everyone is invited on holy ground. Things like that. This, as you also know, has become a problem. One of our brothers passed this morning from the depravity of blood. His arrogance and stubbornness, however, are also cause of this. Had he asked us for help, we would not have shunned him as he thought; we would have helped. So remember this, my children; as long as you stay loyal to me and your family, all will be well."

Enough! He wanted to shout from the roof tops, wind whipping through his coat with his brazen fist reaching for the sky. If only he could escape this place; there had to be something.

"I know how we shall counter this, though; our enemies have one true mastermind behind this. That mastermind has a nephew, and without his nephew, the only thing left that is related to him in blood, he would collapse. And that is when we take back what is ours!" Without realizing it, he was bobbing his head lightly to agree.

You could call it a mistake.

"Ah, the Sexta; I know for sure you can do it." Cocking a blue brow, he looked over to the boss man with a wry expression. Him? There were five others before him that could do it less sloppily; with his luck, he'd have killed the nephew within minutes; he didn't like children. That was an understatement; he hated children. Something about their questioning and supernatural sensing innocence that really threw him off. Like how Ichigo did, when they had first met. Although that was a rather pleasant surprise, children were unsettling. Always watching with wide eyes. It honestly freaked him out.

"Why me?" he finally asked, his gruff voice even scratchier from not being used. Boss man smiled and laughed lightly.

"Because; you're my little god when it comes to this kind of thing. Before this night ends, expect a phone call, or a text. Then, you will go and get him, bring him to me, and we will continue from there. You are all excused." And with that, the shuffling sounds of hasty men and women seemed too loud compared to the almost awkward silence before.

"Whew, looks like we're in good hands now!" His eyes shut in annoyance; grunting, he strutted off, not wanting anything to do with Nnoitra's crap. Without realizing it, he forgot his trench coat. And it was pouring rain.

He hated rain.


"Trick or treat!" A bunny, a ghost, and Iron Man laughed happily at Ichigo's door. Laughing himself as he reminisced in the years when he was the ghost parading town, he grabbed handfuls of tooth decaying treats and dumped them in their buckets and pillow cases. With wide, uneven grins, the children thanked him with squeals of delight as their parents gave him look of barely repressed horror; he knew exactly what he was doing. And, he mused, he'd get pay back; his own offspring returning with sweets and sleeping only a handful of hours for a whole month.

"Hey, Ichigo! It looks like it's going to start raining really soon. We should hold the party indoors!" Orihime exclaimed, pointing to the nasty clouds coming in. They looked like bruises on the pink and orange sunset. Children on Halloween usually trick or treated early, thanks to the urban legend of gentlemen vampires and undead countesses looking to warm a mortals bed. Nodding languidly in agreement, Ichigo shut the door to the enormous mansion and jogged towards the back, where the party was originally going to be held.

Already there were large drops and wet spots dappling the Spanish style tile and dampening the table cloths.

Freaking perfect!

"Ah, and Mother Nature strikes again! The woman hates me, I swear!" Renji exclaimed dramatically, carrying two folding tables back to the shed. Ichigo smirked.

"Everyone hates you." He snickered, only to laugh harder when a powerful hit to his chest made him lose his balance. Of course, it was all just a friendly gesture; Renji was just a beast.

"No, everyone hates you!"

"If I wanted my comeback, I would have wiped it off your mom's face."

"Oh my god!" Rukia squealed as both men fall to the ground, writhing in laughter. Ichigo usually never said raunchy things like that, but he'd been waiting for the right moment.

"Good one!" Renji laughed, still holding his side. Ichigo shrugged his shoulders as best as he could.

"That was nothing compared to what I have up my sleeve." Chuckling some more, they helped each other up and continued to move the outside portion of their party inside.

Just as the last few chairs were toweled off (it had begun to rain extremely hard), it was seven o'clock, the time when everyone would arrive. First to arrive were Ichigo's old friends Mizoru and Keigo. Wide, face splitting grins adorned their features as they hugged and clapped each other on the back in a man like way; it had been a while.

"Man, you're all old looking now, Keigo!" Ichigo joked, eyeing the short hair cut he was sporting. With a chuckle, he ran a hand through it.

"Yeah, the military requires it, though."

That was definitely news.

"You're in the military? What branch?" Uryuu queried, walking away from a few of the other people that were over; his old friend's announcement was much more interesting than the boring chit chatter of the females.

"Yeah, I'm a military dog now! Just a foot soldier for the JSDF, though I'm working my way up there. Crack shot, you know?"

"It makes up for his irrational fear or scorpions and the girly squeal he makes whenever he sees one."

There was laughter as Mizoru joined in; apparently, he, too, was involved with the JSDF now. Good for them Ichigo thought; Mizoru, a computer genius and Keigo, the foot soldier; somehow, it didn't surprise the orangette.

"Uh…Ichigo? Someone's here?" Orihime was bounding towards them, her fake fangs eerily real.

"No shit? Uh…why is it important?"

"Because we don't know him!" Sighing lightly and grabbing the glass of wine he had acquired (why wine, he'd never know.), and made his way to the door.

And there, like something out of his nightmares, was that blue haired man he's seen at the bar.

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god!

"Uh…can I help you sir?" Damn Ichigo's shaking voice, his usual light, baritone now an octave higher it seemed. Like something out of a woman's wet dream, the blue haired man turned, the white dress shirt plastered to his skin, and looked at him through those stormy blue bedroom eyes and smiled slowly, revealing perfect teeth.

"Yeah, you can…" His words, no matter how sure of himself he seemed, were wary. Odd; for someone who was dripping with something other than water. And Ichigo wasn't a gay man.

After a few moments of awkwardness, Ichigo cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm not much of a mind reader, so you're going to have to help me help you; what do you need?" Ichigo made sure his words weren't unkind, because even though he asked, the man might only need to borrow someone's phone for a ride home.

Who would be picking up this man, anyway? Said man's smile grew wider, if only slightly.

"I'd like to come in and warm myself in your abode, as well as possibly wait for the storm to pass." Was that…an accent? Remember, Ichigo is so straight…

Right?

The blue haired man in front of him was waiting with a small smile on his face, like he knew of the absurd thoughts that were going through his mind right now. Shaking his head once fiercely, he stood aside.

"Come on in, stranger…?" The blue haired man smiled an almost pained, satisfied look on his face. Like he knew it would happen, hated it for happening, yet loved it at the same time. An old soul.

"Grimmjow. My name is Grimmjow, and it's a pleasure to meet you."


"Come on in, stranger…?" His Ichigo would have said something like that; of course, there was more simplicity to the way this human said it; it was nice, hearing the same voice wash over his abused ears, but at the same time, he felt as if he were betraying his Ichigo.

He knew how absurd it was, telling him his name; even now, while he sat on a stool in the empty kitchen (his party was downstairs, in a "game room" type thing.); he chuckled at the look on his face when he gave him his name.

"Grimmjow. My name is Grimmjow, and it's a pleasure to meet you…"

"Ichigo! My name, its Ichigo…" Blushing, he herded him into the kitchen, where he said he'd get some towels.

So Grimmjow had finally found out that the boy was, indeed, Ichigo. Reincarnated, in the flesh, with that same, smart ass, fighting spirit and the same sable brown eyes, giving away every little detail to what the teen was feeling.

A clearing of the throat signaled his return, and the blue haired vampire turned in the chair, eyeing him with what he hoped was a seductive stare. Truthfully, Grimmjow seriously hoped that this boy was the reincarnation, that he could bring out his old Ichi and persuade him to join him this time, unlike last time; how awful it seemed.

Grimmjow was definitely going to take precautions this time.

"Uh, I brought you a towel…" Ichigo's face was flushed; the blush looked nice on him. One minor difference, Grimmjow noticed, was that this Ichigo was much more expressive than his. And, surprisingly, he found a liking to it.

"Thank you." It had definitely been a while since he so much as thought of uttering that phrase.

"Yeah…" Ichigo leaned against the counter, hands in his pockets while Grimmjow toweled off his hair and began to unbutton the expensive, white silk dress shirt. Had he only remembered his damn trench coat…

Had you remembered that damn trench coat, you wouldn't have gotten to meet this boy.

Popping his neck lazily, a devilish idea popped into his head. A sly smirk blossomed on his face as he slid out of the drenched fabric and placed it over the back of a chair, exposing a well toned torso that was still dripping with water.

The vampire had read somewhere, that being drenched and dripping with whatever was sexually appealing. Briefly, while he sat and fished his phone out of his pocket, he pondered what Ichigo would look like, all wet, dripping, delectable –

"Do you need a shirt?" Looking up, his deep blue eyes (he needed to feed soon) met with Ichigo's chocolate ones, which were alight with embarrassment and pure curiosity. And then something else…He couldn't put his finger on it.

"No, I'm fine." With the sweetest smile he could manage after the imagery that threatened to tighten his pants, Grimmjow checked his phone, noting that the boss man had sent him a message right after the meeting.

That important?

I do hope you can cope. Kisuke Urahara is the man I was mentioning. His late sister, Masaki Urahara, married a wealthy doctor, who is part of the fighting forces against us. They have a son and two daughters; I'm not interested in anyone but Kisuke's nephew. –A

I do hope you can cope. What was that supposed to mean? The blue eyed man scoffed at it softly.

Right after that message, another soft beep signaled the arrival of another one. Grimmjow was so engrossed in his message that he barely noticed Ichigo announcing that he was going back downstairs, and that when he was nice and dry (the discomfort was apparent in his voice, as well as the embarrassment, all because of Grimmjow's absence of a shirt), he could join the party, if he wanted to.

And it was a damn good idea he left when he did. After many years of hiding his expressions behind cold masks of indifference, there was nothing he could do about the look of surprise that attacked his face at that moment.

Ichigo Kurosaki, son of Masaki and Isshin Kurosaki, 22 years of age, Medical Student, in the process of earning a Master's Degree, light red hair (one could say orange), brown eyes, 5'9''. Again, please cope for me, Sexta. – A

Holy shit.

He forgot to breathe; it wasn't that he needed to, but out of habit, he usually did. It was like this man could hear his thoughts, like he was watching his every move. Why did he choose him for this particular assignment? Did the boss man enjoy Grimmjow's heart ache? What if this was the man that had charmed him all those years ago? What if old wounds reopened, and he couldn't continue with the assignment?

Was he trying to kill him?

"….that's what I'm saying! But really – oh…my goodness." Shaking his head lightly, he looked up and met the eyes of a bodacious redhead and a petite, violet eyed girl. Their mouths were open lightly, and the little tips of small canines were visible. Confused, he tipped his head to the side and nearly willed them to tell him if they were of his kind.

"...oh! Ichigo said you were up here, stranger. Don't worry –" the petite woman added, pulling them out with ease. The redhead followed suit. "They're fake! We're using them as props for our party. Pretty realistic though, huh?" She smirked at him, cocking a delicate eyebrow while she opened the large fridge and pulled out a punch bowl. Furrowing his brow, Grimmjow nodded.

"Yeah, they're pretty realistic." He kept his lips close together; even though he wasn't feeding, the time when his fangs were the longest, he still had quite the canine. They giggled.

"I can see why Ichigo was so flustered! I'll bet you turn all the gay girls straight and straight guys gay." The redhead giggled, making her way back down the stairs.

He was confused; why was Ichigo flustered?

Oh yeah. No shirt.

Grimmjow noticed the pink tint to the girls' cheeks and smiled slyly to himself. There could be some fun to this assignment; even if Ichigo wasn't a reincarnation, he still got a kick out of how flustered and embarrassed he could make him.

Another ding signaled the last and final message, Grimmjow hoped.

Now, please. From what I can tell, you're in the perfect position to get my hostage. Do not fail me, Sexta. Do whatever it takes. –A

Chewing on his lip, he looked at the backs of Ichigo's female friends and sighed deeply.

"Hey, wait up…mind if I join the party?"


A/N: AHHH. What now? What now? :D Mwahaha! Goodness, I got to go to a Five Finger Death Punch concert! WOO! Soulfly was there too, and Windowpane. They're a good band, but they're just starting, so look them up! :) Review, review, review! I got these tattoos man, my hands are like NUMB. Veritas and Aequitas, Truth and Justice man. Soooooo bad ass! On my hands :3

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