A/N: This is my new Bleach fic, somehow I find myself wanting to write another long fic so this thought popped up into my mind about hit men and well it kinda grew legs from there. I had originally planned it to be just a Nel x Nnoitra fic but I had so many different plot ideas so basically most of the bleach couples will be included in this fic.

A/N: This is an AU (alternate universe) so there really isn't any similarities to the anime just the characters. I'll try to keep them as true to their personalities as I can but I will also be taking liberties too.

A/N: This is rated M for a reason, for language and some sexual situations that will occur throughout the fic.

A/N: I do not own any characters or bleach they belong to kibu Tito.

Neliel woke with a start feeling a heaviness suddenly press against her. Before she could fully wake up and her eyes adjust to the dark, her body was being invaded and her legs pulled apart. He was rough pulling her panties aside and forcefully shoving his cock into her.

She couldn't see him but she knew who it was so she didn't struggle, she closed her eyes and tried to relax. He was silent and she could feel the restraint of his movements. He didn't really care if she felt good while he fucked her and she realized that this was not about feelings. It was about fucking and getting his rocks off and that was it.

Neliel buried her face into her pillow stifling the moan that was sure to escape her lips. Even if it was pleasurable, she couldn't let him know. His mood seemed to always change when he knew it wasn't hurting her. That's when he would become more insistent, the force of his movements almost violent.

She could hear his low groans, the occasional slurs the names he would call her because he would never say her own name. It was too late for her to stop him, it had become a routine thing for him instigated by her need for some kind of comfort.

Only afterwards did she realize she had sought comfort in the arms of the wrong man. She should have known he wouldn't care about her feelings or her need to feel close to another human being. She had offered up herself to him on a silver platter the apple shiny between her lips.

Her father had just been murdered an apparent break-in gone badly. It was devastating her whole world had come crashing down around her in a million pieces. There was no one to hold her hand and whisper that it would be okay that life would go on.

It was painful, the worst discomfort she had ever felt before. At that time she needed it, the physical pain erased the mental pain of losing him. Nnoitra didn't care if it had been her first time, he hadn't cared if she had shed tears. Nothing seemed to matter to him.

His fingers buried into her thick hair, his hold on her now almost agonizing. He roughly pulled her body up flush against him his mouth finding hers in a heated kiss. His teeth grazed her lips his tongue forcing its way between them.

Her body was already circling that pinnacle any moment she would be thrown into delirious pleasure made even more pronounce by the pain that came before it. She didn't know when he had pulled off her night gown but one of his hands were now cupping her breast, his fingers roughly pulling at her nipples.

"Fuck..." he groaned burying his head in the crook of her shoulders, his nails dug into the skin of her hips as he felt the first wave of his orgasm crash into him. It was always so overwhelmingly devastating when he finally found release. Maybe it was just because of the woman who lay whimpering beneath him, carefully trying to hide the satisfaction of her own orgasm.

He emptied himself in her listening to the ragged breaths that came from both of them. She never made a sound anymore, always laid there quietly as if he didn't quite exist, like it was some sort of surreal dream. But he could feel it in her body, the way she tightened so perfectly around his cock.

Maybe it would be the same with another woman after all she was just a set of tits and a pussy, but then again he didn't have the patience for other woman. Not that she was anything to him, he hadn't had to chase her she knew what kind of man he was, what he did. She had no reservations or misgivings that this meant anything to either of them.

She pushed against him and Nnoitra got up, having forgotten that she was under him. He rose to his feet taking in a deep breath brushing the loose strands of his long dark hair from his face. Quickly he began to put on his discarded clothing. He heard rustling on the bed and turned to see her pull the blankets up over her naked form.

"You are back at it." She whispered and he could hear the disapproving over tones so clearly in those few words.

"Forget it." He replied tersely, pulling his shirt over his head. He knew she could see the large scars that littered his body, the fresh wound that hadn't quite healed across his chest.

"I thought you were gonna try, you were doing so well." she started her voice barely audible her fingers running through her long hair then sighed dejectedly, "whatever Nnoitra, just leave I have work in the morning." He knew she felt like some kind of cheap whore and him lying to her was just the cherry on top.

He didn't need to be told twice, he turned away from her and strode out of her bedroom. He had a key to her home, one that he had made himself. He had used it many times, even before they started fucking. Had come and gone nearly every night for a week mapping out the floor plans, tracing every step he would make when the time came.

He had watched her many times interacting with his mark, preparing him dinner and spending nights watching TV curled up on the couch with him. He had thought them to be lovers at first, their exchanges having a closeness that was more than one of friendship.

He began following her too, learning her routine, when she would be out of the house, when would be the best time to make his move. She worked at a hospital mostly during the day, sometimes on call if they needed her. She seemed to be oblivious to the dealings that he had with the criminals he dealt with. Sooner or later he must have known that someone would want his head for the corrupt way he ran his courtroom.

It was only after he had murdered him that he realized they were not lovers, but father and daughter. At that point it really didn't make any difference, a job was a job. There couldn't be any remorse in this line of business, and usually he felt none. He would wipe the blood away, clean his clothes and go on to the next mark without another thought to the people left devastated in his wake.

That's how it has been since his parents were murdered, if it was so easy for someone to kill his parents who were true innocents why would it make any difference if he killed too? There wasn't any afterthought to him, who would take care of the scarred young boy who walks in to find both his parents brains splattered across the living room walls?

He had lived his life the way he wanted to, not giving anyone else's feelings any sort of thought. After the death of his parents he realized that getting involved with people was just an overture to the kind of pain he never wanted to feel again. But he couldn't seem to forget about her.

Nnoitra shook his head trying to push the thoughts of her from his mind, his bare apartment greeted him with a coldness he had gotten accustomed to. He wouldn't be able to sleep, so he would start working on Aizen's next hit. Maybe that would keep the little bit of sanity that he had left intact.

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Gin frowned as he parked his car in the full lot. It must be a busy night there at Barry's Bare Angels. The name left something to be desired and conjured up images of a sleazy man with angels chained nakedly to his side. Truthfully he didn't know what he was doing here, well he did but there were no feelings behind his motivation.

As he walked in he realized it wasn't as seedy as it appeared from the outside. It was tastefully decorated, and the girls were all relatively attractive. He took a seat closer to the bar and turned his attention to the stage.

"Ya know I don't do that anymore, I'm retired." Gin groaned into his cell phone having already known what this call would be about the moment he had seen the number pop up.

"Can you just do me a favor, of course I will pay you your regular fee plus a hefty bonus."

He didn't need the money, he had so much he didn't know what the hell to do with it. "It's not about the money."

"It's always about money." The other man paused for a moment and there was a muffled conversation on the other end. "Well if not for the money do it for a friend?"

If he could call him that, Aizen was the type that kept friends. He considered everyone an enemy until you proved yourself to be something other. "Who is it?" Gin got up quickly and pulled out a pen and paper to jot down the details.

"She'll be an easy target-" Aizen started.

"She?" Gin interrupted, in all the years he had worked with him his targets had always been men. There was a stigma around murdering woman that didn't sit well with him.

"Yes. She won't be missed by anyone. Her parents are dead and she has no living relatives. Just turn on your charm and a slut like that would easily follow you home and then get rid of her. The details aren't really that important, it could be an accident or murder I don't really care, just get rid of her."

A slut you say? Gin had to suppress his laugh, so this was about a refused advance? But was he really gonna kill a woman just because she wasn't interested in Aizen? It seemed kind of a trivial thing to do. "So ya want her dead for no apparent reason?"

"I have my reasons, if you don't do it I can have someone else take care of her. I just figured you would make it quick and painless unless you prefer me asking Nnoitra…?"

"I'll do it." No woman deserved to be handled by Nnoitra, he took a sick pleasure in killing and he could only imagine what kind of gruesome death would befall her.

"Great, I'll fax you the rest of the details." ~~

The music ended and the dancer on stage collected her bills and disappeared behind the large curtain. The DJ announced the next girl to take the stage and he imagined his target walking out dressed in some ridiculous over sexual costume. But instead a brunette pranced out and immediately her blouse was gone.

She knelt before a man who was waving a bill and pulled her breast out rubbing them in his face. He could never see himself in that position, knowing that this woman was probably a mother doing this for a kid she had stashed somewhere.

"What can I get for you hun?" a sultry voice broke through his thoughts.

"I would say you, but I don't think ya are on the menu." Gin replied taking in her features, lush strawberry blonde hair, and full sensual lips.

"Unfortunately no I am not." She leaned over his table her breast on an even more prominent display, "But I can start you off with a drink."

"I'll take a scotch, on the rocks." He pulled out his wallet. "Keep the change ok?" he placed the note between her breast and she smiled seductively at him her perfectly mascaraed eye lashes fluttering at him.

"Thanks hun, I'll be back in a few." She turned and headed off towards the bar, her backside just as alluring as the front. He took this opportunity to glance at his cellphone. Even in this low light he could tell that she was his mark.

Something told him this was something more than a lovers tiff or unrequited feelings. He searched the crowded club and found her at another table, giggling and flirting with another patron. He knew that Aizen was married but he had never met her, all the times he had visited he never managed to catch a glimpse of her.

"Here you are sweetie," she handed his drink to him and briefly their fingers brushed each other's. "If you need anything else don't hesitate to ask." She flashed him a wide smile and then disappeared into the throng of people.

Now his curiosity was piqued, why was a gorgeous woman like her doing working in a strip club in the middle of nowhere? She seemed worldly not like the country bumpkins this state conjured to mind. Unless she was on the run. Maybe she already knew Aizen was after her?

He sipped his drink, the alcohol warming his throat as it slipped past his lips. He was going to poison her, which was the most humane way he could think of to kill her. She'd go home feel a bit under the weather and pass out never to awaken again. It was relatively painless and there would be no trace of the poison in her system when her body was found.

"You want a refill?" she magically appeared next to his table with another drink in her hand.

"Ya really taking care of me tonight." He flashed her an equaling charming smile and she giggled.

"You're kinda cute." She replied with a wink.

"Ya got kids at home? Putting yourself through college? What's your story? You don't seem like the type of girl that would be working here. You can give me the short version here or the long version over a lap dance?" he pulled out four more large bills and held them up to her.

She laughed seemingly genuinely amused, "Nothing like that." She quickly slid the bills out of his fingertips and stuffed them down the front of her blouse. "I'm not a stripper so I don't do lap dances. I'm just a waitress." She turned on her heels and walked away.

He watched her retreating form as it disappeared behind the bar and into another room. He'd have to find another opportunity to drug her, she knew how to work men up he could tell. Maybe she had led Aizen on and he couldn't get over her.

He must have been sitting there for an hour before he realized he had been sitting there for an hour. She hadn't come back to his table, but seemed to avoiding him. Every now and then she would glance back in his direction but she didn't come over.

"Would you like another drink?" another woman came over, she was nowhere as pretty.

"No thank you." He replied rising from his seat. He knew where she was staying but he didn't really like to be anywhere during the scene of the crime, maybe he'd catch her in the parking lot. He walked out the cold air feeling refreshing against his skin.

Gin climbed into his rental car and pulled out the syringe he had hidden in his front coat pocket. One syringe of this would kill her, half would send her into a comatose state. He was having some reservations with this hit, he had never killed a woman before purposely. Sure there had been a few who were stupid enough to be caught in the crossfire, even after he had given them warnings.

Those women didn't lay on his conscious any more than the men he had taken out. But to kill an unsuspecting woman, who for no reason he could fathom, had riled the ire of a dangerous man like Aizen. He fiddled with the small kit for a moment rethinking his plan. There was a certain level of curiosity that he never really had for any of his marks, but her she played with his mind and all the different scenarios of how she ended up on Aizen's shit list was fascinating to him.

Gin knew that taking that kind of interest in her was dangerous, it made him want to solve that little mystery instead of burying it. Maybe he wouldn't kill her just yet, maybe he would drug her and get to the bottom of it before offing her? That was a lot of maybes that he wasn't supposed to be considering. Could it be that he had fallen into some kind of trap as Aizen had? Yea, it was a trap consisting of a pretty face and a seductive body.

He grinned to himself at that thought, women like that were a dime a dozen though, he was only interested in her because Aizen wanted her dead. There wasn't much he could do but wait for the bar to close and for her to head home. It was early still only about one a.m., they wouldn't be closing for another four hours.

Gin searched through the suitcase on the passenger seat for a less lethal poison, maybe some chloroform or xenon? He decided on the latter which he could easily inject into her system instead of having to corner her and basically force the chloroform into her face.

The door to the club opened and she walked out dressed in a well-worn jacket and fitted jeans. He expected a bouncer to follow her out to make sure she safely got to her car, but he was surprised when the door slammed behind her. She pulled her jacket closer to her her eyes scanning the parking lot once before she started walking.

This was his opportunity, she didn't seem to notice him as he approached her from behind, her steps brisk and sure footed as she crossed the parking lot. Before she had a chance to reach for her keys, he pulled her into his arms restraining both hands with one of his.

"What do you want from me?" her voice was panicked but very concise, "if you are here to kill me just get it over with." Yes this was very interesting indeed.

"If you insist." Gin replied, not to gently sticking the syringe into her exposed neck, almost instantly her body became relaxed in his arms. He threw her limp body into the back seat of his car somewhat pleased at the turn of events.

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Orihime knocked several times before using her key to enter her manager's home, they had a meeting later today with another agency but before that they would have lunch to discuss the details. It was a decent living, at least it helped pay the bills. She hadn't quite gotten so famous that people recognized her on the street, but she had done a few big name products.

"Don?" she called out as she walked into his home. "Are you here?" his car was outside so she knew he was still home, maybe he was in the bathroom. There was no rush she had made it there in plenty of time. Maybe she would have a little snack while he finished whatever he was doing.

She made her way to the kitchen for a glass of water suddenly feeling parched. She was in the middle rummaging through his fridge when she heard a loud crash. Hesitantly she looked up, maybe he had just dropped something. It happened to her often, she was a little bit clumsy.

There was another loud crash and then a loud shriek. Orihime headed towards the noise, he was old, maybe he was having a heart attack or he had fallen and was seriously injured. She quickened her steps throwing open each door hoping to find him okay. The last door she opened she froze in the doorway her voice dying in her throat.

Don was sprawled on the floor blood seeping from his lips, his eyes staring unblinkingly towards the ceiling. There was a tall man in the corner his attention focused solely on her, his gun pointed directly at her chest.

Where the strength came from to push herself off the wall and run came from she didn't know but she didn't stop until she was blocks away from Don's home. She didn't even bother getting into her car, it would have taken her too much time to find her keys. When she was a safe distance away she called the police shakily she recounted what she saw and where to find his dead body.

She made a call to her sister but there was no answer. The police asked her to stay where she was only if it was safe and a car would be there to retrieve her. The only thing she could think about in the whole frenzy of events is the look on that man's face as he held the gun on her. ~~

Orihime sighed switching off the tv and getting up from the couch. It had been almost two months since she had witness the death of her manager, almost two months since she had spoken to her sister. She wasn't sure what she had thought would happen when she ran away from the gruesome scene. Maybe the cops would catch him and take him to jail and she would continue her life as before.

There was something to be said about naivety, it really did ruin her life. When the police arrived there was no gun man, there was no evidence of a break-in just a dead body and her finger prints all over his kitchen. So they arrested her and charged her with his murder even though there was no murder weapon and no clear motive on her part.

All the money she had planned to save had gone to lawyer fees, Rangiku had even taken up a second job to try and earn a little more money to pay for their public defender lawyer who didn't seem to do anything but dig her deeper into a hole she couldn't get out of.

That's when everything seemed to turn around, miraculously a very well-known and high profile lawyer took her case. He didn't ask for money he said his services were already taken care of. Within a few weeks she was out of jail and back at home with her sister. The charges pending investigation for now so she was a free woman for the time being.

And then the shit really hit the fan, she realized her freedom came with a price. Matsumoto suddenly disappeared leaving all her personal belongings at their home, if she ever wanted to see her again she had to get married to his client, the man that had hired him to represent her.

He would make this whole thing disappear the charges would be dropped and her sister would be safely returned to her and she could go back to her normal life. She was left with no choice, the police didn't believe that she hadn't murdered Don, why would they believe this?

So here she was, in some large mansion with no contact with the outside world at all. She never did get to see Rangiku again and it only dawned at her then that he might've had her killed too. "Would you like something to eat?" one of the young maids asked as she walked past the large kitchen.

"No, thanks." She replied heading towards the back yard. It was like a posh penitentiary, whatever she could desire was on hand, she had free access to everything but she wasn't free. There was a ten foot security gate around the premise with only one way in and out. All the workers there lived on the grounds, only allowed to leave one day a week.

As she passed by his downstairs office she heard grunting and the lascivious moans of a woman. She had learned the hard way not to open doors around this place without knocking. Aizen had one of the maids bent over his desk, his larger frame nearly overshadowing her petite frame. Their eyes had met and he had smirked pulling up the girls face roughly and kissing her lips.

They were married in name only, to protect him just in case the detectives wizened up and did some actual detective work. He didn't seem to have any interest in her sexually never really paying much attention to what she did. All she wanted was to get out of there, she had spent most of her time there jogging around the grounds trying to find a crack in its defenses.

Today there were gardeners outside working on keeping the immaculate scapes just that. They watched as she walked by nodding in her direction and then returning back to work. She smiled back at them and took a seat beneath the gazebo where she had a good view of the front gates.

"Good morning ma'am." One of the gardeners greeted her as he began clipping the hedges next to her.

Orihime turned her attention to him briefly trying to map his face. He must be new, she hadn't seen him before, "good morning. I'm Orihime." She replied with a bright smile.

He smiled back although he didn't supply his name. he went back to working on the hedges although she could feel his eyes on her ever so often. He stayed close by her throughout the whole hour she spent reading her book. Working on one side and then the other but always within sight.

It was a bit odd, usually the workers kept their distances from her. Being as polite as possible to her without really interacting with her. She finally became tired of feeling as if he was constantly watching her so she set her book down and went for a walk. She looked back half expecting to see him following her but he was nowhere in sight.

She sighed feeling somewhat relieved his constant scrutinizing was unnerving her and she couldn't concentrate on the book that was in her hand. That wasn't the reason she had come out there in the first place, she was supposed to be planning her escape.

Orihime paused to catch her breath on the eastern side of the house, she hadn't realized she had been walking that fast, she had nearly made a lap around the house. She gasped and straightened instantly as the new gardener cornered her, so she was right he was out of place.

"Touch me and I'll scream." She said before he could make a move for her.

"I'm not here to hurt you." He replied his voice very curt but gentle. "My name is Ishida Uryū, your sister-"

"Matsumoto, she's alive?" she interrupted him, barely able to contain her optimism.

"Currently yes, she is safe." He took a step back from her adjusting his glasses on his straight nose. "Do not worry, very soon you will be reunited with her." He pulled his hat from his head and in the folds of the underside he pulled out his badge. "I work for the C.I.A."

He held it up for her to examine and she pulled it from his fingers looking over the neatly dressed man in the picture. She glanced up at his grime covered face, he was dirty but it was him. "How did you find me? I thought I was gonna be trapped here forever."

"I'll explain everything at a more opportune time, but for now you should return inside." She handed back his badge and he hid it under his cap again. "It's not wise for you to be out here alone."

She nodded not sure of what he meant by that but if he was here to save her she would do whatever he asked her to do. She didn't know what else to say to him so she turned and made her way back inside, she could feel his dark eyes on her as she closed the door behind her.