Chapter 3

"So, are you just going to stand there or are you going to look for it?"

Grimmjow turned swiftly to see none other than the pale, and bored looking Ulquiorra Ciffer. He furrowed his eyebrows—looking for any ways to escape. There was a window he could break, but now that Ulquiorra knew his face…shit, he knew he should have worn the mask. But no. He decided against it.

"Thinking of running? Will you run with your tail between your legs?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Grimmjow exclaimed angrily. Damn it! He was caught red-handed. Now what? He needed to think of something fast.

Ulquiorra only leaned against the living-room entrance, his hands in his pockets like usual. Really, he had been home the whole time. He closed Los Noches early, seeing as business was slower than usual that day. He was sitting up in his room, watching the seemingly skilled thief put his dogs to sleep with a white powder he assumed was sleeping powder, and then as the blunette cut the silencing alarm.

Originally, he was somewhat surprised to see that Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was the thief that he had run into the night before. But in a way, it made sense as well. So as Ulquiorra watched Grimmjow's fist clench around the "sword," he couldn't help it—a small smirk curled on his dark lips.

"What the hell are you smirking at?" Grimmjow demanded.

"That you clearly haven't changed. Still don't think things through and let others plan out the details." Ulquiorra pointed out, still not inclined to move as the would-be thief cursed at him. Ignoring the insults, he yawned. "Well, do you want it?"

"What?" Grimmjow asked, making Ulquiorra want to grimace. He was stupid to the obvious still too. "Hey, don't make that face at me!"
Blinking in boredom, the man replied, "If I recall, I didn't make a face there."

Grimmjow pointed the fake sword at him. "I know that look though. You think I'm being stupid."

"You are. You're a thief chatting with the owner of the house with the replica of the object you were going to steal in your hand while I'm offering to give you the real thing."
The thief stared before he narrowed his eyes, still brandishing the sword like it was real. "Why would you give it to me? Thought you were a 'good boy'."

Ulquiorra stood up, walking forward. "I'm extremely bored with my father out of town and nothing to do but run a small restaurant. And my father and I have come to a small hitch in our perfect relationship. He annoys me and this would be another bad strike at his reputation."

He pointed to a wooden carving on the fireplace. "I'm going to leave the room and go up to my bedroom. You are going to lift that up and reveal the 'hidden' opening in the wall where the real sword is. Good luck getting away from the dogs that are going to wake up in about thirty minutes."

Grimmjow watched in utter confusion as Ulquiorra actually turn on his heel and walk to the hallway and up to his room. What kind of game was he playing? Was he really going to just let him go with the expensive Katana and leave without any threat besides the dogs?

When Ulquiorra was up all the way up the stairs, or at least as far as Grimmjow could tell, he turned to the fireplace. He walked forward cautiously. When no alarm, no traps, nothing attacked him, he opened the "hidden" opening and with only a small noise, it opened, revealing a long Katana. Grimmjow almost gawked at it. He slowly pulled out the sword, feeling its weight push down on his hands. When he slowly unsheathed it, the blade glimmered—showing it was in perfect condition.

It was real. Unquestionably real.

Grimmjow took one more look up the stairs, no one was watching him, not Ulquiorra, no one. So with one last look to the large clock, he opened the window next to the fireplace and snuck out. The dogs were still sleeping, but stirring as he ran past. He did it. He was the first one to steal something from the Ciffer house.

But for some reason, it didn't feel like a victory for him.

Ulquiorra watched Grimmjow run through the yard from his bedroom window. Well, he had to give him some credit. He was the first one to actually make it into the large mansion house. In truth, his relationship with his father really was deteriorating, though Ulquiorra didn't mind much. It didn't quite matter to him and he was really starting to get very bored, and irritated.

Maybe more interesting events would come ahead?

"No way!" Hiyori tried to grab the sword out of his hand. Grimmjow held it above the head of the formerly homeless woman and she scowled up at him. "It's a fake. No way had you stolen anything out of the Ciffer house."

I didn't. He thought to himself, the fact still pissing him off. But he wasn't about to tell her that. "It ain't a fake, and as soon as Kisuke and Starrk get here I'll prove it to you."

Rukia, recently out of jail and having just slipped away from her brother again grinned at him. "Well done Jeagerjaques." She called from where she lay on one of the couches. He still had no clue why she was here but he wasn't going to complain about a girl who got them items from the Kuchiki house. Even if she could be a hell of an annoying person at times.
"What's this noise all about?" Starrk drawled from the stairs as he and Kisuke made their way into the room.

"Grimm got the sword." Lily called, rolling her eyes. "If you would have woke up when I came up there you would know this already."

Kisuke chuckled as Starrk rubbed his jaw. "If you wouldn't have hit me so hard I would have been up earlier too."

Grimmjow rolled his eyes, shoving the katana at the blond man. "Here. Tell Hiyori the thing isn't some shitty copy."

The man took a seat in one of the recliners and slowly examined the sheathe and blade. Grimmjow looked smugly at Hiyori and Rukia who were leaning in to get a better look at the stolen item.

"It's real," said Kisuke with a deep chuckle, "very real. Well done, Mr. Jeagerjaques."

Starrk seemed somewhat surprised, but not overly. He knew Grimmjow was his best agent, and this indeed proved it. For only a second, Starrk found his eyes lingering on not the sword, but the hat and clogged man. His eyes quickly dashed back to the sword, unnoticed by anyone.

"Told ya so, ya damn brat," said Grimmjow to Hiyori who scowled, though somewhat impressed. Lilynette had made her way even closer to Grimmjow, who she smiled at as big as she could get.

"Great job, Grimmy! I knew you could do it!"

Grimmjow turned his head and pushed lightly pushed the blond girl away. "Don't call me Grimmy."

"But it's so cute! How about…Kitty then?"

"Oh, hell no!"

Before the two started to argue, Starrk interrupted. "Sexta, come here."

Grimmjow looked up to see the Primera standing by the door. He stood up and walked towards him with his hands in his pockets, his black shoes making slight tapping noises on the ground that was barely heard through all of the whispering made from the girls. They turned the corner and Grimmjow leaned against the wall and Starrk lazily did the same on the opposite, digging through his pockets. Out of it came a medium-sized wad of cash.

"Here, this should get you by until your next," said Starrk with a small smile. "You did well, Sexta."

Grimmjow smirked, stuffing the money into his pockets. He would count it out later, but knowing the Primera, it was plenty. Something also stung his chest. He did indeed steal it…maybe. He had permission…in some ways…so it wasn't stealing…which made it easier. Ah hell! He got it didn't he? That's all that matters.

"Grimmjow?" asked Starrk. "You seem troubled."

"Not at all, jus' tired." Grimmjow put his hands back in his pockets and sighed at the window. It was snowing…again. At least he got back before it started.

"Then go sleep," said Starrk with a long sigh. "It's been a hell of a long day."

"Ciffer house." A loud, strong voice called through the precinct. None of the officers looked up at this and then, "There's been a break in."

As one all of the heads came up and looked at each other before turning to face the petite woman standing the doorway of the back office. Her face was hard and annoyed. "Say that again Soi, I don't think I heard you right." Ichigo said, rubbing his ear.

"You heard me. Ciffer house had a thief last night and not only did he get in he got away with something too." The Chinese head of the section said. "Got a call from the younger one saying about the same thing only he added he didn't really care but he knew it would cause trouble if he didn't report it."

Tatsuki frowned, looking at Ichigo and Shinji. "Weren't you two there yesterday?"

"This morning." Shinji corrected, yawning. "And the systems were perfect and the dogs very alert. Ichigo almost got bit."
"Did not." He scowled.

Soi Fon scowled, rapping on the wall hardly, drawing their eyes back to her. "That's beside the point. It happened and we've got to take care of it before the media gets a hold of it. Arisawa and Abarai, take Ishida and get out there."

"I don't wanna go," stated the red-headed person boredly. The tight black shirt he wore under a grey jacket clung to his skin as he leaned back yawning. He had been up late last night, for a reason he would never utter a word on.

"Go, Renji," said Byakuya Kuchiki from a desk on the other side of the room. Renji looked to the black-haired man and then to the ground, standing up.

"Fine…" he said, motioning for Uryuu and Tatsuki to follow. He was leading this investigation, seeing as he was the older detective in the group. Uryuu was only the evidence gatherer and overseer.

"We're coming! Jeez, Pineapple no need to be so bossy." Tatsuki said as she and Uryuu followed the red-head out of the station.

When they left, everyone sighed and turned to Byakuya, who was typing away at one of his law reports. Feeling everyone's gaze bore onto him, he looked up, eyes brows raised.

"Is there something you need?"

Everyone turned back. "No."

Ulquiorra sat in his living room on his black couch, his legs crossed legs crossed, waiting for the officers to get here. It was pointless. They weren't going to find anything—Grimmjow was too skilled. He left neither fingerprint nor footprint. No traces of hair as far as he could tell—having looked for all of these things the previous night, so this was just troublesome. An unwanted visit from people he thought to be the most troublesome.

The only reason he had even bothered notifying the police was because he felt it would be even more troublesome if he didn't…that made sense. And now, he had to have Hallibel take over Los Noches until he was done with the police.

"Trash," he murmured as the doorbell rang.

"Come in." He called boredly, not wishing to stand up. He watched the black haired woman and red haired man come in nervously. Middle class people, unused to the air of rich houses. Bothersome. The other man, black hair with glasses, walked in and immediately set to work dusting the place. He either grew up in such a place or was too antisocial to care.

He gestured for the detectives to sit in one of the other chairs around the place. The room was the same temperature as the rest of the house, just warm enough to feel the difference when you walked in. They winced sitting on the leather and he smirked. This was already paying off slightly if it made them uncomfortable. "Yes, detectives Arisawa, Abarai?"

"We got a report your house was broken into. Can you tell us what happened?" The woman asked, ignoring the yawning man.

Having no intention to tell them about Grimmjow, but also unwilling to lie right off the bat, he folded his hands together to lean on them. "When I woke up this morning, a safe hiding a certain antique of my family's was open and empty. Upon further investigation on my part, I discovered it was not in the house. The cords were cut on the security box and my dogs were unusually drowsy."

"And that's all?" Abarai asked.

Ulquiorra stared at him with his cold gaze. "Are you accusing me of lying, sir?"

The detective unzipped his jacket slightly, probably trying to make himself more comfortable. "I didn't mean it like that, Ciffer-san. What I meant to say was, were there any other damages?"

"None of any kind," he said. His eyes flickered over to the black-haired man. He had yet to meet him, but he looked rather intrigued by the hidden case. He looked back to the detectives, who were taking notes. This couldn't possibly get more annoying, could it?

"Did you happen to see who this man was?" asked detective Arisawa.

Oh yes, it could get much more annoying.

"No, I didn't. As I said earlier, 'I woke up this morning', meaning no. I didn't see who it was."

She scowled and jotted down notes. It wasn't making sense to her. From the other side of the room, the black haired, unsociable detective talked.

"I can't seem to find anything," he stated. Ulquiorra smirked inwardly while keeping his expression quite bored.

"Good then, if you wouldn't mind, I have a business to run you three happen to be interrupting that business."

The three detectives sighed and nodded, standing up.

"Thank you for your time," said detective Abarai as he walked towards the door. Ulquiorra only sat on his couch, watching them leave. "We'll make sure this thief is found."

They shut the door behind them and he leaned forward, grabbing his wine glass half-full of red wine. He took a small sip and leaned back.

Good luck, he thought to himself, you will need it greatly.

Grimmjow rolled around on his bed. Damn it! Why was it bugging him so much? Why did it matter! He had gotten the Katana and earned his money. His pride should be at its prime! But…it's at its lowest point. Why did it matter?

He sat up, leaning his elbows on his hands. Damn it all. He was going to…grah!

"Grimmy?" asked a voice from his door. He looked up to see Lilynette wearing her school uniform. He frowned.

"Yes?"

"Are you alright? You're acting weird," she said as she walked farther into the room.

"I'm fine," he replied.

"You don't look it."

Grimmjow growled quietly, standing up and grabbing his jacket from his nightstand. "I'm fine, Lily. I'm going out." He said before walking past her. She frowned and followed him into the hallway, watching him move closer towards the door.

"When are you coming back?"

He didn't turn to her. "Prolly won't be back till late."

Without another word, he shut the door and trudged through the snow. He was going to take a long walk. A very long walk, and try to convince himself not to do what he was planning on doing.

He would go to the Ciffer house, and figure out what was going through the mind of that damn Ulquiorra.

So, chapter three and Grimmjow already has the katana. But, the fact he did is bugging him. Poor guy.
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