A/N:

WOAH. It's been forever, hasn't it? I've recently gotten attracted to writing once again, so i wont be taking so long anymore :)

Chapter Warnings: Bloodshed.

Characters Introduced: Abarai Renji, random security guards.

Death: The act of dying; termination of life.

The side of the Seireitei Plastic Cooperation building was tall and ominous in the glow of the moonlight. A few of the floors still had their lights going, but the majority of the building had already shut down and left for home. Ichigo rubbed his hands together, trying to create some warmth on his freezing body parts

His mask was in place, and Ichigo pulled the hood of his white cape over his head to hide his orange hair. Everything was ready, and the time-clock started now that he was mentally prepared.

Ichigo had roughly twenty minutes to enter the building and take the target out before security did another scan of all the floors. He had to be in and out before that happened, or else he risked his identity and his life. Ichigo took a deep breath, and for a moment he thought of blue. Blue was a calming color, and person, so Ichigo's nerves became steel as he latched onto the side of the skyscraper and started to scale it.

Silence was key, so as Ichigo felt his hand slip on one of the window sills he was grabbing, he stayed quiet. Even if he fell to his death, there was no way he could make a sound, not even a peep. Ichigo quickly steadied himself, and with a shuddering breath he hoisted himself up to another window.

Urahara and Yoruichi were hiding somewhere on the ground, waiting for Ichigo to finish his job quickly. They were there in case something were to go wrong, but that rarely ever happened.

"Ogihci, what's your location?" Urahara spoke into the wireless device attached firmly to his right ear. Ichigo wore one as well so he could communicate with his teacher during the missions.

"I'm still scaling the wall, old man. I know I'm quick, but don't expect me to climb eighty floors in a few minutes."

Urahara chuckled quietly and Yoruichi have him a skeptical look. She couldn't hear what they were talking about, and she didn't know if she wanted to know.

"You're a real brat, you know that? Never mind, forget it, just concentrate on climbing safely." Urahara glanced out of the darkened front window of the black and red Bugatti Veyron he had only just recently purchased. So far, it was most definitely his favorite car.

"Where is he?" Yoruichi also peeked out the window, hoping to see the white cape somewhere along the building, but the darkness was too great, and it swallowed Ichigo whole.

"He said he's still climbing." Urahara snickered. "He even had the audacity to call me an old man."

The dark-skinned woman sighed and twirled a lock of hair with her newly manicured fingernail. They were a deep purple color, it looked rather good on her actually. She had figured red would look nice, but this purple color was almost mesmerizing. Maybe she would be getting that color from now on...

"Ogihci, how are you holding up?" Urahara spoke hesitantly. He was getting antsy from waiting, and he just wanted this job to be over with. One million in the bank, woohoo, but come on, let's get this over with please.

Ichigo's breathy chuckle echoed in the mic, and Urahara bit his lip at the sound. The teenager's laugh was always...dangerous, sexy, intimidating, wonderful, and it made his heart clench on occasion. Of course this wasn't acceptable in the least. Ichigo was teenager, he was, well, middle-aged. Plus it seemed as though Ichigo had made a new 'friend' whom would be the object of Ichigo's fantasies now. Urahara smiled at his thoughts, he only thought of this stuff every now and then, so there was nothing to worry about. His mind was his own, and no one would know what is constantly passing through it.

"Alright Ogihci, let's get this over with already. I'm hungry, and I think Aizen's havin' roast tonight."

Finally, after seventy-nine torturous floors, Ichigo finally reached his destination. The lights in the window were still burning brightly, and Ichigo grunted as he opened the unlocked window and hoisted himself in. He looked around for a moment, trying to see if anyone was present in the room, but the coast seemed clear so he let his feet touch the tile floor and turned to close the window behind him. The office room was chilly, even with all the gear upon Ichigo's small body.

Ichigo scanned the roof of the room for cameras, but it seemed as though the security cameras were mainly in the hallways, so he got out his devices and eased his way towards the exit of the room. The first main goal was to take out the cameras, because they were the enemy. Not the main enemy maybe, but they were dangerous to the whole operation.

Ichigo secured the small device created by Urahara in his hand and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. The gun was one of Ichigo's favorite mechanisms, since it was just so convenient. Just point it at the camera, pull the trigger, and then the whole camera would malfunction and go haywire. A camera on the fritz would certainly not be able to record Ichigo's coming and going, would they?

Ichigo quickly ran into the hallways, and shot off four beams to the four visible cameras around him. They shook a little, and then the death of the expensive equipment came in a silent package. Ichigo's face was in 'serious mode' underneath the mask as he peeked around the corner and took out another two cameras as quickly as he could. The hallways were silent, not even the sounds from the heating vents were able to be heard.

According to Urahara's information, Abarai's office should be around here somewhere. Ichigo tried to draw a mental map of the floor, but it slipped away. He couldn't remember, which wasn't good at all. He only had about eight minutes until security would be up here to check why the cameras weren't working, and if time ran out his target would be allowed to get away. He would have to run away, and Ichigo hated doing that, absolutely hated it. So it was not an option, whether his memory worked or not, Ichigo would tear this office apart before he ran away, eight minutes was plenty of time.

Ichigo ran up to a suspicious looking door, and with hesitating one bit, lifted his leg and promptly kicked it open with as much force as he could muster. The poor wooden door, although well made, could not handle such force, and whipped open without giving it a second thought.

Well, what do you know. Ichigo's instinct must have been top-notch, because standing in that room with a surprised look was the very red-headed male Ichigo was looking for.

"Must be my lucky day." Ichigo whispered beneath his mask, knowing that the other man wouldn't have heard it. Abarai turned quickly to face Ichigo head on, his face trying to be strong, but his eyes were giving away his fear. Ichigo could sense it, heck he could almost taste fear. It was natural.

"Who the hell are you, brat?" The target broadened his shoulders and stood taller, trying to intimidate Ichigo, but there was no way that was going to happen. Ichigo was a hell of a lot scarier than this rich bastard.

Ichigo, of course, didn't answer him, but instead reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his small, and incredibly deadly dagger. It wasn't his preferred weapon, but he had left his pistol back at the base, so this was his only option beside hand-to-hand combat.

"What the hell are you doing here dressed in that get-up, kid? Get out of here before I call security!" Abarai walked over to a desk and nonchalantly picked up a manila folder full of papers. Ichigo could see a light sheen of sweat starting to build on his target's forehead, and he smiled. The poor lad was trying to act cool, but that wouldn't save his life, not at all.

"Are you deaf? I'm calling security, and don't you dare expect for me to bail your ass out of Juvi. Who do you think you are, sneaking into my office after we're closed?"

Ichigo's answer was the same as it always was. He silently gripped the knife as tight as possible and pointed it straight at the shaking male across from him. The sharp blade seemed to glisten in the light from the bulbs overhead, and the marks from all those killed with this blade seemed visible once again, even though there were no blemishes actually upon it.

"H-Hey kid, come on. Let's talk about this, okay?"

Of course Ichigo wasn't going to talk about it. There was no negotiating his way out of this, it was set in stone.

Ichigo stepped forwards warily, judging what kind of move Abarai would make to evade him. Ichigo would have laughed if he could have as the red-headed male threw the loose-leaf papers in the air and darted behind a desk, hoping to have distracted Ichigo enough for him to escape. He was panting, not because he was exhausted, but out of fear. His chest rose and fell rapidly with his wild breathing, and Ichigo stood silently waiting for the opportune moment.

"I know you." He took a deep breath and then continued. "Of course I know you. You're all over the news, aren't you Ogihci?"

Oh, so the bastard did know who he was. That would make everything easier.

"You're here to kill me. I'm next? What have I done to upset you and your assassins? Hm?" He started to throw his hands around dramatically as he spoke, and his face became red from yelling so harshly.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. Time was running out and all this guy was doing was trying to stall, but it was working. That was only because this man was so fucking funny to watch. Ichigo scuffed his white plastic-covered shoe on the floor, and at the moment he watched Abarai relax a bit, he lunged.

As Renji saw Ichigo's muscles tense and then strike, he reached down to the nearby office phone and hit the 'security' button conveniently placed there. This only meant that Ichigo had less time than he imagined, so he would have to hurry this up. Abarai pushed his rolling desk chair towards Ichigo, but the teenager easily sidestepped the obstacle and continued towards the shaking man next to the large window. If only he could push Abarai out, that would make everything easier.

"FUCK YOU! I hate you!" The red-head's voice was increasingly louder now, and Ichigo sighed quietly. He hated loud noises.

With a nod of the head, a smile, and a quick jump into the air, Ichigo brought the knife deep into Abarai's pale throat. His knife easily cut through the thin flesh on his neck, and it met no restraint as it was buried to the hilt in his main vein. Blood poured out of the wound, and Ichigo jumped off of the corpse before any of Abarai's liquids got onto him. The once clean and sparkly office floor was now stained forever with Abarai's blood, soaking so deep that nothing would be able to remove the scent of death from this office.

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard coming from the hallway. Ichigo flinched as a loud, booming security man's voice rang out close to the room he was in.

"Abarai-sama, where are you? Are you all right?"

And that was Ichigo signal to go, and with the swish of a cape Ichigo had a new pair of gloves on and was scaling the building at a much faster speed than he previously did. His breath was coming in short bursts as he tried to remain as quiet as possible. It would only be around four minutes or so before the security guards located Renji Abarai's dead corpse, and that made it more possible for Ichigo to be found. The cameras Ichigo had shot while scaling, and inside the large building would be up soon, and they would get a great close up of Ichigo gently moving away from the murder scene. That would be the end of his career all right.

At about the fortieth floor, Ichigo spotted a mysterious looking car parking quietly in the lot below. The car was obviously Urahara's shiny new toy, and Ichigo laughed at how stupid Urahara would look inside of the car. He could almost imagine him now. Poor Yoruichi, she liked smaller, more unnoticeable car, whereas Urahara preferred to flaunt his money, either by his car or his clothing. The man preached about 'blending in', but had the gall to drive that around with a murderer on the loose?

"I suspect the mission went well?" Urahara's voice chimed in over the device in his ear. Some minor static crackled, but it cleared up on its own in seconds.

"What else did you expect? Did you think I would fail?" Ichigo shivered lightly as a breeze blew through and ruffled his cloak. His hood flew back unexpectedly, and Ichigo scrambled to pull it back on while holding on to the edge of a window.

Urahara laughed, like he normally did after one of Ichigo's missions. "Never would I think that about you. You're number one, and I don't forget it."

Ichigo smiled as he got closer to the ground he so desperately wanted to be planted on. "I learned from the best."

With that said, Ichigo let go of the building and fell.

It had been hours since Ichigo's departure, and all Grimmjow could do was pace. Back and forth, back and forth, wasting the minutes away while wearing down the carpet.

Aizen had already called for lunch, but the bluenette wasn't feeling any type of apatite right now. He was sure his nerves would instantly repel any sort of nourishment until Ichigo and company returned safely to the base.

Grimmjow had a bad feeling about this whole thing, he just wished Ichigo would be back here, safely in his arms.

"Shit!" Grimmjow swore as he accidentally ran into the bed-side table in Ichigo's room while in his thoughts. He bit his lip as he concentrated on the pain slowly seeping from the impact spot, but it wasn't leaving fast enough so he threw himself onto the feathery bed and hugged a pillow to his chest. It smelled like Ichigo...

"Ichi..." Grimmjow pulled one of the white pillows closer, and inhaled the scent that was imbedded into them. The pillow had yet to be changed by the room keeper, but only becasuse Grimjow had insisted that they not. Grimmjow growled lightly as a light knock echoed on Ichigo's door. Before he could answer or even stand, the door swung open and Ulquiorra stepped inside.

"What the fuck do you want?" Grimmjow sat up and reluctantly jumped off of the bed.

"Aizen-sama wishes for you to attend dinner, even if you do not wish to."

Oh wow, that much time had passed. He hesitantly glanced at the nearby clock and held in a groan when he noticed the time. It was around six-thirty at night now, but it only seemed like minutes had passed since Ulquiorra requested him to lunch.

"Holy shit, where's the time gone?" Grimmjow asked no one in particular, but merely mentioned it to himself as a side comment.

"Grimmjow, please make yourself presentable for Aizen-sama and come to the dining hall immediantly. If you do not, I dare not think about the consequences." The monotone superior slipped out of the room without another glance.

The teal haired man, although he did not wish it, started to get up and pull his appearance together. His hair was a mess from laying on the bed, and he had small dark lines forming underneath his eyes. Grimmjow reached for Ichigo's wooden brush that was sitting on the sink, and with a sad smile he drug it through his untamed locks. He could imagine Ichigo in the morning as he brushed his orange hair sleepily, and Grimmjow bit his lip at the thought. Inside his mind he promised himself he would see Ichigo during his morning routine, because Ichigo was coming home, no matter what.

Dinner had come and gone, and Ichigo hadn't shown up from his mission yet. Although he didn't seem like the kind of person to worry, Grimmjow was almost beside himself with worry and grief. By now Ichigo had been gone for almost seven hours, and he hoped it was because Urahara had taken him out for a treat after his success. He just wished Ichigo would contact him, somehow, someway, just as long as he could hear Ichigo's silky voice he had recently gotten accustomed to.

Grimmjow had finally returned to his room to pout instead of doing that in Ichigo's. He figured his room would be less painful to be in, because Ichigo's room had so many things that reminded him of, well, Ichigo. That was to be expected though.

"Ichi, are you all right? Did you make it, did you kill him. Please, give me a sign..." Grimmjow muttered to himself while looked up at the ceiling as if he were praying to God. He blindly grasped the TV remote and flicked the large screen television set on. Already the channel was set on the local news, and Grimmjow sat up quickly when he noticed the images on screen. He hit the sound button and turned it up until he could clearly hear what the woman newscaster was talking about.

"...We've been standing outside the Seireitei Plastic Corporation building for about ten minutes now, and already two bodies have been discovered dead without a trace left behind. Although we do not currently know the identity of the young man found outside the building, we do have confirmation about the first body discovered. Abarai Renji had been working at Seireitei for five years, before climbing his way up the occupation ladder and becoming one of the owners of this billion dollar industry. Abarai's family has only just made their way to the scene, and truthfully, I believe we are all grieving alongside them. Abarai-san was truly a wonderful part of our community, and..."

Grimmjow choked on the spit in his mouth as his finger trembled on the 'off' button. That second body, it couldn't have been...there was no way... Ichigo couldn't have died alongside this Abarai guy, right? Grimmjow felt tears gather in the corner of his eyes, and he blinked as the unknown feeling took over his body.

"Fuck this shit." Grimmjow stood and grabbed at his chest where his heart was. It felt as if he was being stabbed, hard. What was this feeling? Grimmjow had never felt this kind of pain before, nothing besides the physical pain he was so accustomed to because of his dangerous occupation. His heart was beating so fast it felt as if it might go ahead and leap out of his chest, but Grimmjow didn't know if that was the worst alternative.

Right now, he would have done anything to cease this pain he was feeling.

"Ichigo, please tell me this isn't you. Oh God, please..." He sat on the bed as the teenager's body started to feel numb. He grunted as another wave of pain went through his body, and he shuddered as it made it's way from his toes all the way to the tips of his hair.

Grimmjow would have went out and talked to Aizen about what was happening, but he didn't want anybody to see him in this state: tears running down his read cheeks as he wallowed in sadness silently. Ichigo had to come back, he had to! He had only just started this...relationship with the orangette, so there was no way he was going to give up on the growing connection between them. It still had to grow, they still had to grow.

"Ichigo, please come back to me. Please tell me you aren't hurt, and that you will be coming back. I need you, I need you to help me through this. You're so much stronger th-than I am, Ichi- I need you, please..." Grimmjow begged into the pillow so that his cries for help were unheard.

The best Christmas present for Grimmjow would be the return of his most important person right now, Ichigo. After all, Christmas day was tomorrow.

Ending A/N's:

Thank you, thank you. I know, it's a miracle that i updated.

Also, i have a question for you guys. If Grimmjow were to get Ichigo a pet, what would it be and what would its name be? Drop some ideas in you review, and ill throw them in a hat and pick one out:D yay! thank you guys so much for reading this story even after i hadn't updated in forever. it makes me excited(: