Revised 1/9/2019

at Las Noches

Ichigo stared up at the impressive white building; his hair dyed a dark blue almost black with an odd green tint making it look undeniably natural. He also had in contacts that turned his eyes a pale greenish blue instead of his regular honey brown. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves he opened up the big glass doors and stepped through the threshold with a cheery grin on his face. He had to be in character after all. Glancing around a few times he found the receptionists' desk and put his hands in his pockets, walking casually over to the busty woman sitting behind said desk. As soon as she looked up he gave her a flirtatious smile.

"Hello there, my name's Kaien Shiba, and what might yours be?"

"Rangiku, but you're welcome to call to me Giku-chan~." She winked at him. "So, what might a handsome man like yourself be doing here hm?" 'Kaien' put an elbow on the desk and rested his chin on his hand causing him to be eye-level with Rangiku.

"Well, Giku-chan, it just so happens I'm here looking for a job… you don't happen to have any open positions now do you?" She giggled; amused he had actually used the nickname she gave him.

"Well, that depends, what are your qualifications?" She stressed the word well, making fun of how he had started his sentence. He played along with it.

"Well it just so happens I have a copy of my resume right here." He straightened up from his hunched over position and pulled said document from the brown messenger bag resting on his right hip. Giving her a wink of his own he handed it over to her. She flipped through it, mumbling things under her breath as she read each page. Finally she looked up and handed the document back to him.

"Here you go Shiba-kun, from what I read you're very well rounded and qualify for an interview..." She turned away for a second and was looking at something on her computer. "How about later today at three? That gives you about four hours to clean up and prepare yourself for the interview." Kaien smiled.

"It's a date! So, what position exactly am I applying for so I know what to prepare for?" She looked slightly flustered at the question and there was a pink tint to her cheeks.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it must of slipped my mind... You'll be interviewing for a position on our IT team." Again she turned away but this time to grab something that was behind the desk. "Here you go, this is a brochure of what the job entails so you know if this is the kind of job you're looking for." Though he appreciated the thought he didn't need it so he waved it aside.

"No thanks Giku-chan, I'll be happy with whatever they give me, IT happens to be my favorite department!" It wasn't an exact lie, one of his best attributes were his hacking skills, that much is true, but he would reluctantly admit his favourite department was handing out justice to those who deserved it. But, IT was good, IT was safe. He would have access to so many files and codes that most would think insignificant but would be the difference between life and death when it was time for him and Grimmjow to actually break into this facility and complete the job. Satisfied with the results of his visit he walked back to the entrance throwing a wave over his shoulder to Rangiku and headed back to his place. He needed to contact Kisuke and inform him of the position he'd most likely be filling after his interview later. Halfway down the street he groaned remembering that today was also the day he'd have to help Grimmjow move into his house...apparently Grimmjow's apartment was too small for them to share and they needed the top notch security of Ichigo's place in order to keep up their cover. People were glancing at him oddly, having just stopped in the middle of a busy walkway and let out a painful groan. Sighing at his slip in control he continued to make his way back to his house…at least he managed to get an interview, maybe the day wasn't completely ruined.

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He completely retracts his earlier statement, this was the worse day he'd had in a very long time… He had walked in his front door and had nearly died! Well, that was an exaggeration, but he definitely had a slight panic attack when he pulled open the door only to be assaulted by a huge-no exaggeration there, that thing must have been at least 20 pounds!- ball of white fluff with claws. He was instantly in defense mode and if not for his quick realization that it was indeed an animal and not a person he most likely would have killed it- not a good start to a long term partnered mission yeah? What's worse is said partner was just leaning against a wall near the entrance and had seen the whole thing, and was now doing a bad job at covering up his snickers. What Ichigo didn't know though was that before Grimmjow had dissolved into his snickering he had been truly panicked. His cat, Pantera, despite being an obese house cat, was as vicious as a trained attack dog and she was not kind to strangers. Imagine his surprise when as he was unpacking his sidekick took off from her perch on a bookshelf (kami-sama only knows how she got up there) and headed straight towards the front door most likely to attack whoever was about to open it which would probably be the berry seeing as he lived here. So to say it was a surprise (and relief) when she dissolved into purrs rubbing against the surprised man's face would be an understatement. However improbable the situation was, he was glad for it. He was having similar thoughts to his partner in crime, that it would indeed have been a bad start to their mission had his cat tried to attack the assassin. He hadn't let all these emotions appear on his face though and covered them up with all too real amusement. He would keep it to himself that his cat was probably at least half demon, it would be only too funny to see Ichigo's reaction when he figures it out for himself… Looks like the cat isn't the only one who might be half demon.

"What the fuck man!? Does this thing belong to you?" Ichigo held the cat out a good arm's length away from his body. Grimmjow gave him a hurt look but the amusement was clear in his eyes.

"Thing? I'm offended, and I'm sure Pantera is too, she is a beautiful cat, almost as handsome as myself." His customary smirk was now in place and Ichigo glared at the tall man and Pantera joined him, she was so much prettier than her human.

"…." Ichigo didn't know how to respond, he was still getting over the shock of being assaulted by the cat that he now held against his chest, deeming her non-lethal at the moment.

"What is it? Cat got your tongue?" If it was possible, which it appeared it was, Ichigo glared harder at the person he would be living with for the foreseeable future.

"Fuck you." Grimmjow raised his hands palm up in a false placating manner.

"Calm down, I was just messing with you." His smirk was still in place making the somewhat apology less so… it faltered however as he finally noticed something was different about the orange- well blue haired man. "Hey, what happened to your hair?" He paused, looking closer. "And your eyes." Ichigo sighed, ready for a nap, and ran a hand through the previously mentioned hair.

"It's called going undercover…or do you not remember the whole reason you're moving into my house?" Grimmjow gaped, surprised by the calm tone in which the usually emotional man had replied. Ichigo took this as an opportunity for some sweet revenge. "What, cat got your tongue too Grimmjow? Must be a new epidemic." Ichigo gave his own smirk, happy he slightly one-upped the frustrating man.

"Touché." Annnd once again Ichigo was frowning as Grimmjow grinned…it seemed to be a common occurrence with the two.

"I'm going to contact Kisuke…and I'm taking your cat as hostage. Finish unpacking your stuff and make sure you clean up any messes you've made and I'll give her back." Ichigo walked past the man and went straight into his computer room and locked the door, cat now sleeping on his shoulder and purring still. The cat, he decided, he could get used to, the owner, he wasn't so sure about. This was definitely the beginning of a very exhausting day and it was only eleven o'clock… He would be surprised if he wasn't dead by the end of the week with the thief living in his house causing trouble. No sooner had the thought passed through his mind did a loud crash echoed down the hallway, it sounded suspiciously like dishware breaking on his tile floor in the kitchen.

"Goddamnit Grimmjow!"