AN: I have decided to continue this like it is. Partially because I don't have time to redo it. Thanks for voting, guys! =)

Next chapter will be about Nnoitra and Kenpachi babysitting together. I find that highly amusing...

Three

Grimmjow glanced at the numbers flashing on the luminous display of his cell phone screen and groaned. It was two thirty in the morning. Not quite late enough to spend the rest of the night awake and not quite enough for him to chance going back home. For a moment, the man sat in the car and just stared off into space. Somewhere off a dog barked.

"Fuck this…" Grimmjow growled as he pulled himself out of the car and grimaced as a shot of pain went through his bleeding arm. The bitch he had been assigned to kidnap had been a bit too good with knives and he had managed to get himself cut. The pale white dress shirt was soiled by the dark blood and Grimmjow grabbed his bleeding arm, clenching his teeth as he wrapped it into the jacket before making his way toward the front door of the house. He fumbled for the key and managed to slot it in without dropping it. The house was utterly silent and Grimmjow breathed a sigh of relief as he shut the door. He made his way over to the first floor bathroom and kicked the door open. Grimmjow was about to treat his wounds when the sound of a polite cough made he turn around. The light clicked on in the living room and Grimmjow felt his heart hammering in his chest as he called out.

"Ichigo?"

There was no reply and the sound of footsteps coming closer made the man freak out. He slammed the door shut with a loud bang and turned the lock.

"Oh, so you're not even going to say hello to me before you come barging in, you asshole." Ichigo was definitely not in a good mood. "Arg! Don't you dare ignore me when I'm talking to you! How dare you lock the door! Grimmjow Jeagerjaques!"

The teal haired assassin groaned and held back from banging his head against the wall in sheer frustration. "Ah, I'm kinda busy right now…give me five minutes." He muttered through clenched teeth and picked out a piece of glass from his arm.

Grimmjow dumped a bit of disinfectant on the bleeding flesh and wrapped the heavy roll of bandages over his wound with a groan of pain. The sound of Ichigo suppressing a scream of anger made him flinch.

"That's it. You're sleeping on the couch tonight!" Ichigo's angry voice came through the door and he kicked it before stomping off. Grimmjow groaned in frustration and pressed his sweaty forehead against the cool glass mirror. By the time Grimmjow cleaned up all traces of blood and made his way upstairs, Ichigo had already gone back to bed and locked the door. He cursed softly as he stumbled back down the steps and fell onto the couch.

By the time the two children woke him rather violently by kicking his stomach, Ichigo had already left for work. Grimmjow tried his best to be nonchalant as he dialed his lover's cell phone but he was disappointed to find it turned off. Ichigo was definitely pissed. Upon coming up with nothing else to do, the teal haired man ate some breakfast and made his way out of the empty house. (The children had to go to school)

0000

Ichigo scowled at Ishida as he unfolded the dress with utmost care. His thin glasses flashed as he gazed upon his priceless creation. The black silk dress was a revelation but Ichigo didn't find it anymore attractive than the wastepaper basket next to the door. Ishida coughed and gave a sharp snap of his fingers.

"Alright now, I'm sure you're familiar with the whole mission by now. Let's try out the disguises first so you will be familiar with them by that time." Ishida pushed his glasses up and gave Ichigo a piercing look. The orange head turned toward the briefcase Kisuke had given him yesterday and frowned. He had been so caught up with the suspicion that Grimmjow had been with a woman that he'd forgotten to check out the mission report. He gave the dark brunet an embarrassed smile and unlocked the case with ease.

"Hang on, Ishida. I forgot to go over the thing yesterday." The other man clicked his tongue and turned to the sewing kit next to him. Ichigo sighed as he fell against the leather chair in Ishida's office. His eyes scanned over the thin paper and he bolted from the chair with a look of outrage.

"Byakuya's asking me to cross-dress?!" he snarled at the brunet. Ishida pushed up his frames and gave him a look. He turned and ignored the seething orange top. The door opened at that moment and Ichigo turned to face the subject of his anger. Byakuya strolled in casually, dressing in a stunning white suit. But Ichigo merely felt even more annoyed. He crossed his arms and Byakuya smirked as he daintily pulled off his gloves.

"I trust you will get it done…Ichigo-san." He turned his piercing eyes to him and Ichigo rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

"You'd better pay me enough for this shit." He muttered as he turned to Ishida. Ishida turned on the advanced computer with ease. His fingers slid over the screen and typed in the password. An unopened file appeared on the screen and Ishida clicked it and started on the details.

0000

Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was not a happy man. He glared fiercely as Starrk bent to search through the messy desk at work. The other man ignored the impatient growl and scratched his head calmly.

"It's here somewhere…" Starrk muttered as he turned to another messy pile. Grimmjow rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch. It was the tenth time Starrk had lost his card key. Hwy was it so important? It was the only thing that could get him access to the top floor of their medical building. It was where Aizen held their usual Monday meetings. Grimmjow stretched and yawned. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night.

"Ah, here it is." Starrk stood with a small smile as he wiggled the card in front of Grimmjow's face. The teal haired man snatched the card and stood. They made their way up the elevator and into the lobby. There wasn't anything noticeable on the top floor except for the set of steel doors leading inside. Grimmjow walked over and slipped both their cards into the slots.

"Access to secondary level security. Please enter passwords."

Grimmjow leaned down and typed the long string of numbers. Starrk stood at his side and muffled his yawn.

"Access to third level security. Please step forward for your scans."

Both men rolled their eyes at the tight security and stepped forward. The blue light scanned over Grimmjow's sharp blue eyes and the locks drew back on the thick door.

"Welcome, agent Jeagerjaques and agent Starrk." The metallic voice of the woman sounded through the speaker and Grimmjow tucked his card into his pant pocket as they strolled through another set of glass doors. Aizen's hair was the only dark thing in the room. The walls, tables, computers were all pure white. Even the floor. Starrk whistled.

The boss stood casually and made his way over. He drew out two seats and smiled. "lets get the details over with then, shall we?" The wall computer turned on and Aizen clapped his hands to turn off the lights.

"Now, in two days time you will both be attending the party at the Summer House. I had a set of blueprints on the layout of the entire foundation sent to your phones. You will both be wearing a set of communication devices and weapons. Of course in order to keep them by your side, I will have to ask you to hide them well." Aizen turned to the door and motioned to an agent. The man stepped forward and presented the cases of weapons to the two standing next to Aizen. Grimmjow took the light white case and turned to Aizen as he spoke again.

"Your only objective will be to kill Takimoto Akatsuki. Once Akatsuki is dead, you will leave. But I will say this again, no one else is to be hurt. We are only after one target and only one will die. If I had wanted him dead without thinking of the lives around him, we could have merely planted a bomb in the ballroom. Here are two tickets and your fake identification cards. You must slip into your identities and forget who you are. This mission is very important and I'm sure an old enemy firm will be sending to kill as well. Everything, including the suits and equipments will be sent to you later this evening." Aizen turned to give them a searching look. Starrk blinked and nodded. Grimmjow just grunted as he turned to the door.

"All the information you'll need is with Starrk. I wish you best of luck, gentlemen."

0000

"I'm home." Grimmjow called as he stepped inside the house.

"Welcome back Grimmjow-san." Yuzu smiled as she took his coat. The teal haired man smiled back and rubbed her head.

"Where's Ichigo?" he asked curiously as he kicked off his shoes.

"Nii-sama is in the kitchen." She said carefully. Grimmjow nodded and made his way into the kitchen.

Ichigo was wearing a tight black wife beater and a white apron. His back was turned and Grimmjow moved to wrap his arms around the slender waist and pressed a quick kiss against Ichigo's long neck. The other man didn't seem to notice and Grimmjow frowned as he grabbed his shoulders and tuned Ichigo around. The teal haired man smirked and met Ichigo's amber brown eyes as he leaned forward to kiss Ichigo. Grimmjow nearly choked as a spoon was shoved into his mouth, stopping him from kissing the other man. Ichigo smiled sweetly and tipped his head to the side.

"How do you like it?" he asked innocently. Grimmjow frowned in confusion as Ichigo turned and brushed past him coolly. Dinner passed in silence, both children eating with their hands and smearing food everywhere. Occasionally, Ichigo tended to the two children and made small talk to the two teenage girls and asked them about their day. Grimmjow frowned down at his steak as he raised the fork to his lips.

"Ichigo, pass the salt." Grimmjow said nonchalantly. Instead of passing the salt, Ichigo surprised him by cocking his head and giving that oddly sweet smile again.

"It's in the middle of the table. Why not get it yourself?" he asked innocently. Grimmjow looked up and saw the same strange smile on Ichigo's face. His eyes however, were not smiling. There was something angry glinting inside and Grimmjow finally realized he was probably still mad. Karin blinked as silence settled over the table. The temperature seemed to drop a few degrees as Grimmjow met Ichigo's eyes, answering his challenge. They glared at one another and Karin rolled her eyes as she took another mouthful of food before reaching for the salt shaker herself.

"There, your salt. Now stop glaring at each other and eat." She said as she set the thing down in front of Grimmjow. The man turned back to his plate with a huff. The dinner finished in silence and Grimmjow leaned back as he wiped his mouth.

"By the way, I have to stay at the hospital for a week next week so I won't be able to come home for a while." He said to the carrot top that was still eating. Ichigo didn't ask him the reason and Grimmjow didn't stress it either. But then Ichigo looked up and spoke.

"You can't go. If you go who will look after the kids while I'm gone?" He asked. "I have to go with the company to a meeting next week. It's going to be in another country."

"Get a babysitter then." Grimmjow muttered.

"You get one."

"I don't have the time."

"Well then, neither do I."

Karin and Yuzu watched as both men stood with angry expression on their faces.

"It's your kid! At least be a bit more responsible!" both shouted at the same time. Then Ichigo turned and made his way upstairs. Grimmjow sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Sai and Suki gave the man a small frown as they shuffled over.

"Daddy, are you ok?" Sai asked tentatively. Grimmjow sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, guess I'll have to think of something…"

0000 (two days later)

Karin looked up from the couch when she heard the doorbell ring. Ichigo had just left a few moments ago and could be coming back for something he left behind. She made her way over to the door and gave Yuzu a glance as she poked he head out of the kitchen. Karin yanked the door open and blinked. It wasn't Ichigo. The man standing in the door was about half a head taller than Grimmjow and thin as a toothpick, literally. He was wearing a black suit and holding a suitcase. His jet black hair hung around his face in long strands and the narrowed eyes glanced down at her with a frown.

"Are you here to fix the leaky faucet?" Karin asked. The man snorted as he pushed his way inside.

"Hell no." he turned and grinned at Karin as he stepped inside. "The name's Nnoitra. I'm your babysitter for the week."

Karin stared and let the door shut behind her as she followed Nnoitra into the house. The tall man took off his suit and smirked. "Nice place Grimmjow has."

She was about to speak when the doorbell rang yet again. Karin sighed and gave the man a look. "Stay here, I'll get the door."

She made her way back and yanked the door open. There was an even taller man standing in the doorway, his hair fashioned into what looked like spikes all over his head. He was wearing a thick leather jacket and dark black pants with buckles. There was a small girl perched on his shoulder. The man smirked and leaned down. Karin raised an eyebrow.

"Are you here to fix the leaky faucet?"

The man threw his head back and laughed before messing up Karin's hair with a large hand. "Good one kid. But no. I'm here because Ichigo called to say he was busy." He stepped into the house and glanced around.

Karin groaned as she slammed the door behind her and walked into the room. Why in the world did Ichigo and Grimmjow both get babysitters? She thought as she moved closer to her sister. Both of them look like they belonged to a butcher shop for heaven sakes!

Ichigo has to cross dress! YAH! WHAT DO YOU THINK? REVIEW! =)