Thank you so much to everyone that reviewed the last chapter *hugs* I really appreciate the feedback! Also, I decided on changing the name to this story since the phone number doesn't really have anything to do with it and just go by what Grimmjow has nicknamed Ichigo.

Trojan – when you grow some balls to login to flame me, then I'll respond to you…prick.

Special thanks to the super awesome Panruru for beta-reading this chapter! *hugs*

Warnings: mini-violence and language.

Next Day - Outside the Las Noches Auto Repair Shop

"Where the fuck are you going?" Grimmjow growled at Ulquiorra, who was waiting for some cars to finish passing so he could cross the street. He'd met with his friends at work, and after they got off they'd separated into groups to find his beauty. Szayel had printed off a list of every person in Kurakara Town who might possibly be his beauty, but unfortunately, there were over twenty young men with orange hair and brown eyes who had a phone number that started with 015. They had split into four groups consisting of Stark and Lilinette, Nnoitra and Tesla, and Szayel and Yammy, while he was stuck with Ulquiorra who was already pissing him off. "The car's the other way." He pointed towards the parking garage, but the quiet, pale male chose to ignore him the way he usually did.

"I need some tea before we start," Ulquiorra replied. Grimmjow groaned but followed the smaller man across the street. Ulquiorra was a major kiss ass, but he hadn't realized the black haired man's obsession had gotten so bad he was drinking the crappy tea their boss was so obsessed with.

"I fucking hate Starbucks," Grimmjow growled under his breath as they crossed the street. He continued grumbling when Ulquiorra shut the door in his face, not bothering to hold it open. This was a complete waste of time, and these were precious moments he could be using to devour his beauty's soft lips before moving into the bedroom to ravish the rest of him.

He stepped inside and raised an eyebrow at a group of people standing around a figure wearing a long black wig. Bandages were being wrapped around his torso, arms, neck, and mouth, and a blindfold was tied tightly around the person's eyes. Standing near him was a midget with black hair and a red haired freak who was missing eyebrows, both wearing the Starbucks employee uniform.

"Mmmm," the figure tried to speak, but his voice was muffled by the bandages.

"Renji, get the customers while I finish," the midget ordered the eyebrowless freak.

Grimmjow rolled his eyes at the small group. Hallowe'en wasn't for another month and they were already getting started? How sad were their lives? He turned his head to see Ulquiorra ordering a blossom cherry…whatever it was called. He wasn't into those prissy drinks; he liked his coffee without any fancy words around it.

He turned his attention back towards the midget bandaging up the pathetic human underneath, and tilted his head as he looked at the tight black pants the guy was wearing. He had to admit, the guy had a nice ass. His eyes wandered up the torso covered only by dark bandages, and observed that the guy seemed to be in pretty good shape. To be honest, the costume didn't look that bad; but still, who was sad enough to put their costume together a whole month early?

He shook his head to clear his thoughts as his eyes were drawn back to those tight jeans hugging that nice ass. He had to concentrate on finding his beauty! This freak was nothing compared to him! Nothing could compare to his beauty's wild orange hair, his gorgeous brown eyes, smooth skin, and those soft, delicate lips that nearly made him groan just from thinking about them. They really needed to go, NOW!

"Now we can leave," Ulquiorra said, finally getting his tea just as Grimmjow was about to lose his patience. The black haired man ignored the grumbling coming from his coworker and followed him out the door.

"This is perfect!" Rukia took a step back from her friend just as Renji came over to gaze at their friend's costume. It did look pretty cool.

"Mmm," Ichigo moaned, and finally took the blindfold off his eyes so he could see what his costume looked like.

"It still looks like it's missing something," Renji commented while looking Ichigo over. He'd considered taunting his friend since the bandages rendering him mute made this the perfect opportunity; however, he was still able to move around, and would still be able to kick his ass.

"He threw the bunny ears and tail away." Rukia sighed with disappointment and kicked at the floor. He would have made the perfect bunny of death!

"Not in a million years," Ichigo muttered after pulling down the bandages so he could finally speak. He'd lost count of how many times over the years the petite girl had tried to turn either him or Renji into a rabbit. There was only one unlucky bastard that had ever fallen victim, and it was her rich snob of a brother, Byakuya, who had only complied to cheer her up.

He something buzz and saw his phone light up and vibrate across the table. He snatched it up and groaned when he saw the caller id, but flipped it open anyway. "What do you want?" he demanded.

"Now is that any way to greet your big brother?" Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Where's the love, King?" his albino brother teased, and Ichigo sighed as he sat down at one of the tables, thankful that Urahara was off today keeping his 'kitty' occupied. Even so, he shuddered at the thought.

"When you try to scare off my friends, yes. Keigo won't come within a ten mile radius of me if you're with me, and don't even get me started on what you did to Orihime! I'm surprised she didn't call the cops on you," Ichigo grumbled, remembering the last time he'd introduced his brother to his friends (aka the worst idea EVER). It wasn't that he didn't love his brother; he did. The two of them had shared a room all their lives until Shiro had moved out. However, he had an annoying tendency to scare off all of his friends, well at least the "weaker ones" as he put it. There were very few that were able to stand Shiro. Some, such as Chad, just shoved a hand over the albino's face to get him to shut up or kneed him like Rukia had after he'd commented on how small her tits were, but others were driven off completely.

"Che, not my fault you hang out with a bunch of pansy ass wusses. Ya need to find better friends, King. Not to mention, all of your ex-boyfriends are a bunch … watch where you're going, asshole!" Ichigo pulled the phone away from his ear and winced at his brother's shout.

"Yo, King, ya still there?" Shiro asked, as if nothing had happened.

"Yeah, I'm here," Ichigo sighed, leaning his elbow on the table.

"I'm gonna stop by your work; I'm just-"

"You motherfucker!" Ichigo's eyes widened when someone shouted and he heard a loud thud. He couldn't say he was surprised that his brother was getting into a fight; it happened regularly. All it took was one wrong word or even a look and he was in your face. The only exceptions to the rule were his sisters, Karin and Yuzu, and himself. Even their father got a fist from Shiro now and then, but then again, all the siblings had beaten the crazy old man a few times growing up.

"I'll call ya back later; this bitch needs to die!" Shiro shouted, and the line went dead. Ichigo blinked, pulled his phone away from his ear, and checked his messages. He'd received texts from his friends and family, but he still hadn't gotten anything from any unknown numbers. He'd even checked his voicemail a few times, hoping the phone had glitched and hadn't notified him that there was a message from the blue devil he'd met the other night, but it remained empty.

Ichigo sighed, flipping his phone shut and staring sadly at the floor. Had he sounded too desperate? Maybe he'd talked about himself too much, or maybe the gorgeous man just hadn't really been interested. His heart nearly stopped and his chest ached at the thought. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so interested in a guy. His devil was perfect: hot body, sexy voice, and he had actually seemed like a nice guy. I probably sounded too desperate. No wonder he wasn't interested.

A few blocks over

"A-are you sure this is the right place?" Tesla panted, out of breath as they ascended yet another flight of stairs in the tall apartment building. Apparently, an orange haired male lived in room 15 on the eleventh floor. Why this place didn't have an elevator was beyond the blond man. The people who lived in this building had to be in very good shape.

"Are you questioning me?" Nnoitra turned as he reached the top of the stairs and glared at the blond, who shrunk back slightly.

"No, of course not!" Tesla shook his head quickly. The last thing he needed was for Nnoitra to throw him down the stairs. It wouldn't be the first time, either.

"Good. Now shut your trap; we're finally here," Nnoitra growled as he pushed the door open to reveal a long hallway. He really wasn't in the mood to listen to his boyfriend bitching; he seemed to be doing it more often lately and it was getting on his nerves. He swore, every time he turned around, Tesla was there. He'd even gone so far as to start dressing like him, and it was getting annoying. If the other man wasn't such a good lay, he'd have been done with him already.

He was feeling doubly irritable since he'd been dragged into hunting for Grimmjow's pet since the bastard had lost him. Tch, if he wasn't going to get laid he didn't see the point. However, he owed Grimmjow for bailing him out last month. This had better cover it! He had to snicker, through, when he looked down at the name of the guy who might be Grimmjow's 'beauty': Ichigo Kurosaki. If this was the guy, Grimmjow's love was a freaking fruit!

"Who're you?" he heard from behind him when the door to one of the apartments opened and a bald man wearing a white robe that reached down to his thighs stepped out with a bag of garbage.

"None of your business, bowling ball," Nnoitra muttered to the man, and dragged Tesla along to hurry him up. He just wanted to find the apartment and either drag off Grimmjow's little fruit or punch whoever was behind the door for not being the one they were looking for.

"What did you call me?" bowling ball asked as he dropped the garbage, making Nnoitra turn around. Baldy was starting to get annoying. At the very least, he could have put some pants on!

"What, you're deaf too, bowling ball?" Nnoitra snorted at the bald man, who snarled at him and stepped forward menacingly. The tall, black haired man couldn't help but grin. Good. He'd been needing a way to release his pent up frustration. Hopefully this guy would put up a good fight!

Just as he was about to get started, the bald man stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened in horror as he gazed at something behind Nnoitra. Baldy took a few steps back, and Nnoitra heard a childish giggle. "Hi Baldy!" A little girl with pink hair skipped over towards bowling ball, making him back up further. Nnoitra tilted his head to the side. Sure, he hated kids as much as the next person, but what was so threatening about this one?

"What's the matter, pansy? Finding an excuse to back out?" Nnoitra smirked at the bald man, who glared at him in response. The little girl turned to him and smiled happily before skipping over and staring up at him as if assessing him. "What do you want, brat?" he sneered.

"You look like a lot of fun! It's been a while since Kenny's found someone to play with!" the little girl cheered happily, and Nnoitra had to resist the urge to kick the brat. Stupid child protection services. The last thing he needed right now was to end up in jail 'cause of this little snot and her friend 'Kenny'.

"Why don't you beat it before–" Nnoitra snarled at the kid before a shadow loomed over him and he heard the faint jingle of bells. He peered over his shoulders at a man that was a little shorter than him, but not by much. He had a scar over his eye and hair that stuck out in spikes with a little bell on the end of each. He was dressed like a security guard and looked like he was getting ready to go to work.

"Yaaay, Kenny! This is Pencil! You guys can play together!" the snot said, and Nnoitra narrowed his eyes. This guy didn't look that tough…

"What are you staring at, jingle bells?" Nnoitra muttered. He saw Tesla moving away nervously; the little shit was ditching him! He'd deal with him later after he kicked this guy's ass.

"Ya look too small to put up a fight," 'Kenny' said as he shoved Nnoitra aside, making the small girl frown. Maybe Pencil wouldn't be a good playmate for Kenny after all. However, Pencil quickly started looking pissed, and he shoved Kenny into the wall just as Baldy cowered away into his apartment.

"Heh." Kenpachi smirked as he pushed himself off the wall and licked his lips. Work be damned; maybe this twig could put up a decent fight. The last time he'd had a good fight was when he'd fought with his neighbor, Ichigo, and that had been over a year ago. Ever since, the little bastard always snuck out before he could catch him. "This might be fun." Kenpachi grinned as he charged at Nnoitra, not caring if the neighbors complained. With any luck, this would be one hell of a fight!

Across town, Stark sat on a bench in the park with his legs spread out in front of him and his head tipped back as he snored. Lilinette had gone into a fit about wanting to go to the park since her mother never took her anymore, and had even threatened to knee him somewhere sensitive if he didn't. Wanting to avoid the agonizing pain, he'd dropped the brat off in the park and was now resting on a bench while she played with some of the other kids.

"Is he dead?" a little boy asked his friend as the two eight-year-olds approached the sleeping man. Both children stared at him as a bee landed on the man's nose. Their eyes widened with the expectation that in a couple moments the man would scream in pain from a bee sting; however, the bee quickly became so bored with the man that it left him in peace, ruining the children's fun.

"My mom says that when bad things happen you're supposed to call the police," the other boy told his friend uneasily. Both turned their attention back to the man and studied him with trepidation, but just then he snorted and they let out a sigh of relief. "That was close," said the boy. He walked over to the man, leaving his friend behind.

"I wouldn't get too close to him! We're not supposed to talk to strangers," the first boy said nervously. The last thing he wanted was to be grounded again and lose his precious game system once more.

"I'm not talking to him," the second boy muttered as he climbed onto the bench. He looked down and noticed that some papers with names and addresses written on them were loosely grasped in the man's hand. The boy gazed at the man curiously before taking the papers and looking over them. "Look at this!" he whispered. He hopped off the bench, scrambled over to his friend, and shoved the papers in his face.

"It's just a bunch of addresses," the first boy said with a shrug, but his friend grabbed his shoulders and looked at him urgently.

"He could be an assassin, and these might be the people he's gonna kill!" the second boy hissed, just barely restraining himself from shouting. His friend stared at the papers in horror and then looked back at the sleeping man. They had stumbled onto an assassin!

"We've got to tell someone! Who knows how many people he could've killed?" the first boy whispered. "I wonder where he hides his guns, or maybe he breaks their necks like in that video game I have. The hero goes around punching and kicking people. Maybe he's one of those kinds," he mused out loud, but his friend shook his head.

"No, he doesn't look like he's that strong. He probably uses guns or some other weapon, like a knife, to kill them," the second kid told the first. He glared over at the man, wondering just how many people he'd killed. This sick bastard had to pay! He picked up a large rock and chucked it at Stark. "Get out of here, you jerk!" he shouted before his friend covered his mouth.

The rock hit Stark in the forehead and made the brown haired man groan as he opened his eyes to see the little brats that had attacked him. For a moment he thought it had been Lilinette who'd thrown the rock (it wouldn't be the first time), but when he saw the strange boys, he grew annoyed. He really did not like kids.

"What did you two do?" someone shouted from behind the boys, and they froze at the irritated tone. They turned their heads to look behind them, and an older girl with dark hair grabbed the ear of each from behind and gave it a sharp tug.

"Ow!" they both yelped, trying to break free. "That hurts, Karin!" one of the boys shouted.

Their babysitter, Karin Kurosaki, only scowled. "Apologize to him or I'll tell your mother. You don't throw rocks at people," she said firmly, and let them go. One looked up at the girl imploringly, but she crossed her arms over her chest and glared down at him. "I'm waiting," she said threateningly.

"Sorry, Sir," both boys apologized, and Karin dragged them to their feet.

"Good. Now we're going home," she ordered before dragging them off, but not before giving Stark an apologetic look. The brown haired man scratched his head, still wondering what had just happened.

"Can't believe you drink that crap," Grimmjow muttered as he and Ulquiorra walked to the parking garage to pick up the pale man's car. That car was the only good thing about him; otherwise, he would have left him in the coffee shop with all the other freaks. Heh, bet bandage boy would love him, he smirked to himself as they stopped at a crosswalk.

"Unfortunately, trash like yourself is incapable of understanding anything about class. I prefer something more soothing than those energy drinks you have every morning which make you so agitated," Ulquiorra replied before pulling the lid off his tea and blowing on it.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I ain't agitated!" Grimmjow barked at him, but the shorter man didn't seem phased by the backlash. If anything, he seemed to have expected it.

"This is a perfect example; you cannot go one sentence without yelling or swearing. It is like you have a one-track mind and can't think of anything else. You also pace around a lot during work hours and even when we go out, you can't sit long in one spot. Maybe if you focused better, you wouldn't have been careless enough to get into this mess," Ulquiorra said, and closed his eyes as he sipped his tea.

"Open your mouth again and I'll push you into traffic," Grimmjow swore, resisting the urge to make good on his threat immediately. Little fucker always thinks he's better than everyone else. He ain't nothing. This is why nobody likes him; he's too stuck up…Grimmjow thought, not even noticing that the light had turned green and they were free to cross.

He finally snapped out of his stupor and followed after Ulquiorra, who hadn't bothered to wait for him and had already crossed. He glared at the black haired man. He swore, one of these days…

"Not to mention, all of your ex-boyfriends are a bunch…" he heard before he slammed into a pale man with long white hair, who cursed as he nearly dropped his phone and glared at Grimmjow with devilish yellow eyes. Grimmjow irritably continued walking, deciding to ignore the little albino rat that had just run into him and get across the street before Ulquiorra decided to drive off without him.

"Watch where you're going, asshole!" Grimmjow froze when he heard the albino rat yell at him and turned around, not caring that he was running out of time to cross.

That little fucker, he thought to himself. He hadn't done it on purpose; he was in a hurry. But hey, if the albino rat wanted to call him an asshole, he might as well live up to the name.

"Grimmjow?" He ignored Ulquiorra's call as he began approaching the albino rat, who'd gone back to talking on his cell phone. Hell no, he was not going to be ignored!

He quickly approached the albino, and before he could turn around he grabbed him by the head and slammed him face first into a light post. He grinned as he watched the albino stagger, slightly confused about what had just happened until he turned around.

"Now I'm an asshole." Grimmjow smirked at the furious rat.

"You motherfucker!" the albino rat shouted at him. He brought the phone back up to his ear to tell whoever was on the other end that he'd call them later before snapping it shut. He stuffed it into his pocket, then leapt at the teal haired man.

Grimmjow blocked a fist aimed for his face and jumped back before the albino could kick his legs out from under him. He had to admit, the little fucker was fast, but he was still able to dodge every swing the albino rat took at him and throw a few punches of his own.

"Ya gotta do better than that," Grimmjow taunted the albino, who sneered before taking another shot at the teal haired man. Grimmjow easily caught the fist before it could hit him, but he didn't have time to catch the other one and it connected with his face. His head was thrown to the side, and he found himself staring at the sidewalk with blood dripping from his mouth.

"What did ya say? Couldn't hear ya." The rat grinned and charged at him again, and Grimmjow snarled as he turned back around. He was done playing nice; this guy was going down!

"Enough." Ulquiorra grabbed the albino around the neck and brought him to the ground, halting his attack. If he had been annoyed earlier, that was nothing to how irritated he was now. He had thought the idiot was right behind him when he'd crossed the street, only to turn around and see Grimmjow chasing after this white piece of trash. "I assumed you were more interested in finding your 'orange beauty' than fighting, or should I let him back up so you two can continue fighting until the cops show up?" he muttered as Grimmjow wiped the blood from his lip.

"He started it," Grimmjow replied quietly, and heard a groan from the albino under Ulquiorra's foot. The little rat tried to get up, but the pale man simply stomped down on his back to make sure he stayed put.

"I don't care. Can we please hurry with this idiotic mission of yours so I can return home?" Ulquiorra asked, and finally stepped off the albino. He walked over to Grimmjow and examined the cut on his lip, raising a hand to move the teal haired man's head to the side so he could get a better look. "First, however, this will need stitches. Your lip is split open," he declared, and Grimmjow cursed, his desire to pound the albino into the pavement renewed afresh.

"I ain't goin' to a hospital," Grimmjow muttered as he followed Ulquiorra to his car. There was no way he was going into one of those money sucking factories just to come out with no liver, a blood transfusion, and some quack trying to give him a pap smear. Bleeding to death sounded much better. At least he wouldn't come out of it with a bill larger than what he made in five years.

"Fine; there is a small clinic near where I live. The doctor is odd, but he should be able to stitch your lip up," Ulquiorra replied, glancing to the side to make sure his coworker hadn't found anyone new to try to beat up. He swore, if anything else happened he was going to leave the blue haired man to his own devices and allow him to search by himself. Knowing Grimmjow, he wouldn't find this man on his own even if Lady Luck herself was guiding him.

Across the street, Shiro peeled himself off the ground and dusted himself off. He rubbed his cheek where he could feel a bruise forming and stared at the retreating couple with narrowed eyes. It wasn't the fact that that little pale bastard had taken him down from behind, nor was it the blue haired freak who had started a fight with him; it was what they had said. Orange beauty, huh? Shiro narrowed his eyes. That had better not be my brother or they'll be using a Ziploc bag to carry your remains.

I don't know what it is, but I've been having a hard time writing Grimmjow lately. It just doesn't feel like him. Guess I need more practice.

Thanks for reading, hope ya enjoyed, and please review!