A/N:
Let's just say this isn't my finest piece of work. I'm very disappointed with it. No lemon, lime, or citrus of any flavor 'cause i didn't want to! It'll happen eventually XD
Chapter Warnings: Murder, OOC, and it's a little sad.
Characters Introduced: Mentions of a woman and a man who will definitely be in the plot later on!
Gone: Being away from a place; absent or having departed.
Ichigo walked calmly down the hallways of Las Noches alone, Elf having rather stayed in the room and slept. The orangette couldn't help but smile as his thoughts turned to his black pug, and then inevitably strayed towards Grimmjow. Most of the time now-a-days Ichigo caught himself thinking about his new lover, and his first serious relationship with someone. Ichigo entered his quiet room and barely held in an eye role as he saw Elf passed out on the bed with his tongue out like usual.
Grimmjow had been sent away for a mission the afternoon before, and now Ichigo knew what feelings Grimmjow had experienced while he himself was away. Ichigo was overly worried about the uncoordinated bluenette, but he figured Grimmjow wasn't that bad.
"Calm down, Ichigo." the teenager whispered to himself as he plopped onto his bed and ran his hand through his hair like he normally did when he was feeling nervous. Elf cautiously scooted closer to his mother and nosed Ichigo to get some attention. Ichigo let his hand rest on Elf's small black head, but instead of moving around, Ichigo's hand sat still. Elf was rather upset about the lack of attention, and he showed Ichigo how mad he was by storming off into the corner of the room. Ichigo vaguely realized what Elf was doing because he was so dept in his thoughts, but he spared the retreating pup a glance as he moved out of Ichigo's line of vision.
"Hey."
Ichigo glanced up and was met with the sight of Kisuke standing only a foot or two away. He wasn't wearing the usual uniform, and instead he wore dark dress pants and an equally dark button up shirt tucked in. On his blond locks sat a black fedora, and Ichigo unconsciously licked his lips at the sight of his sharp looking mentor.
"You look sleek. What's the occasion?" Ichigo smirked at the older man. Kisuke took a few leisurely steps towards Ichigo and dug his hands deep into his pockets. Ichigo's eyebrows dropped in confusion as he looked at the frown on the other man's face.
"We've got to leave." Kisuke leaned against one of the white wooden bed posts and looked up at the ceiling so he wouldn't have to see Ichigo's stricken face. As if on cue, furious rustling sounded beside him, and when Kisuke looked away from the ceiling he was met with the face of a very pissed off Ichigo.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ichigo's body was tense, and his hands were clutched tightly into fists by his sides. Orange hair seemed to be standing on end like a dog's would when it was angry.
"Sousuke says you're a threat to his business here. He wants us out of here tonight."
Ichigo's silence spoke louder than any words ever could have.
The water swayed and moved like tango dancers on the dance floor. Bubble's from Grimmjow's oxygen mask floated in a steady stream upwards, and colorful fish darted every which way in the murky waters of the lake. Grimmjow moved his hands up slowly, due to the gravity under water, and adjusted his goggles to make sure they were still correctly sealed to his face.
Up above, the shadow of a lone boat illuminated by the glow of the crescent moon darkened the water's tint. Grimmjow could see the bottom of the boat bobbing in the water steadily, and he willed his flippers to move towards the back of the boat at a slow pace.
The wet-suit covered head popped out of the water gently, to make sure he stayed unnoticed by the people on the boat. Without thinking twice, the teenager kicked off the unnecessary swim gear; including the flippers and the wetsuit. With the extra weight off, Grimmjow could move around at a more speedy pace. The air supply tank floated to the bottom of the lake as well, and with all of that off Grimmjow hoisted himself onto the ledge of the boat and peeked onto the deck.
A few men were standing at a close proximity to Grimmjow talking about the accumulating fog on the water. Grimmjow had noticed it a few minutes ago, but the change in weather was to his advantage.
"I didn't think tha water'd be so foggy at this time 'o night." one of the men lit a cigarette and blew a puff of smoke into the air. The other man clicked his tongue, and nodded his agreement.
"I hear ya. What do ya think boss is doin'? Right now?" Grimmjow felt his ears perk up. Only a bit more information...
"Heard he's in his quarters makin' a deal of sorts. We're s'possed ta be lookin' out for possible dangers and all. Who in their righ' mind would attack at this time 'o night?" both of the men laughed, but only for a moment. Grimmjow found his opportunity, and swiftly pulled his body onto the deck fully with a knife in each hand.
"I would." the two men turned to look at Grimmjow, but the teenager was much faster. With lightning speed Grimmjow had slit the two males' jugulars and crushed their windpipes with the hilt of the knives. Both men gasped for air and tried to call out, but they couldn't find the air to make a noise at all. With a haunting smile, Grimmjow pushed both men overboard before their blood could stain the wooden floorboards, and he watched as thick streams of blood tainted the water. Because of the fog though, you would have to concentrate hard to see the discoloration.
"Bingo."
Ichigo's bags felt more heavy than they really were. The guilt of leaving Grimmjow and his other new friends without saying goodbye was hard to accept, and was weighing down on him greatly. Assassins aren't supposed to have feelings, so Ichigo was afraid of what he was feeling now.
Abandonment.
Sickening fear.
Loneliness.
He didn't want to leave his family, and he especially didn't want to leave Grimm behind. What would his sisters do when they never got word from him again? Ichigo shuddered at the thought.
Urahara stood next to him, and Kitty was out by the limo talking to the driver. His heart was crushed fully and completely by now; this happening when Urahara had announced that future contact with Grimmjow was unacceptable if he were to continue being an assassin. Ichigo tried to suggest only staying in contact over Skype or text messaging, but neither Aizen nor Kisuke would accept it. Ichigo had shown Kisuke how much he cared for that idea by throwing his blond haired teacher into the nearest wall and storming out of sight.
Yoruichi emerged from the stairwell with a grim look on her face, and she crossed her arms over her chest before meeting Ichigo's eyes.
"Ready kid?"
The foyer was empty except for the three assassins, mainly because it was so late. The only person in the building that knew they were leaving was Aizen himself, and probably his right-hand lackey as well. Ichigo picked up his medium-sized bag filled with his possessions and threw it over his shoulder.
"Might as well." Ichigo started off towards the stairs, and Kisuke followed quietly behind with Yoruichi next to him. Time seemed to be going in super slow-motion, and as he stepper onto the ground Ichigo felt as if were barely moving at all. Ichigo's thoughts were going haywire though, and as he stepped into the moonlight shimmering on the frozen ground, Ichigo could only think of one thing; one person.
Grimmjow...
Grimmjow peeked around a corner and quickly sucked his head back in as he noticed a woman standing nearby. Her hair was dark and in a bowl-cut shape, and her pale face lacked make-up, so she had a rather scary looking figure. Grimmjow checked to make sure she was only person around this area, but was greeted with the sight of two men standing not to far off to the left.
Quickly patting himself down to check his arsenal, the blue haired teenager was upset to find he had only packed darts, knives, and a small pistol hiding in waterproof bag in his bullet proof vest. Now is when the mission got difficult. If he used the knife on the woman, she would more than likely see him before he could kill her. If he used the darts on the men in the distance, the possibility of the woman noticing the darts go by was there. Grimmjow grabbed two of the tranquilizer darts and loaded them into the bamboo tube that had also been in the bag.
He lined up the sights with the first man, and held steady. The three people were staying rather stationary, so Grimmjow figured this would be easier than he originally thought, but of course it didn't stay that way. The short, tan-skinned woman stalked off suddenly, walking to the area Grimmjow had been previously. That meant she had the chance of seeing her fallen co-workers, so now the teenage assassin had even less time than before. Quickly he blew one dart into the neck of the taller man, and before the smaller man could shout his surprise, Grimmjow had already nailed him too.
Both men fell to the ground in a silent heap, and Grimmjow looked up at the moon with a grateful look. He imagined that Ichigo would like to see the moon when it was so full and bright in the cloudless sky. The teal-haired teen moved out of his spot beside the corner, and moved slowly to a small building on the deck of the boat. He was guessing that this was the captain's quarters, the room of the man he was working to kill.
Creeping quietly along the deck, Grimmjow couldn't help but feel fear bubble up in his chest. He readied his gun, and unlocked the safety.
Breathe, Grimmjow thought to himself as he pressed his back against the wooden wall of the small building. No more pauses! He yelled to himself as he realized this mission needed to end quick. Cool air flowed deep into Grimmjow's lungs as he gulped in one last breath of air, and his body covered in goose flesh.
Three...
Two...
One...
A shot sounded out into the air, and a flock of frightened birds took flight. The night was still. The night was quiet.
Ichigo had a bad feeling, and when he had a bad feeling it was usually something big. Ichigo was loading his bags onto the conveyer belt when the loud cawing of birds flew overhead. Ichigo looked up and was met with the sight of six ravens flying over the building at a fast pace.
Ravens? Ichigo asked himself.
"You know," Ichigo's gaze flicked to the sudden voice of the now present Kisuke. "Ravens are supposed to be a bad omen. I wonder what's up."
"Don't tell me that." Ichigo sulked. Urahara walked closer to him and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and Urahara took advantage of the situation and his hand lingered a little longer than it should have. Ichigo drew in a deep breath and blew it up while looking up at the sky for the last time before walking back into the airport building. His hands rubbed up and down his arms to try and get some more heat into his body, but with this mood Ichigo was in, nothing could possibly warm him up right now.
And that was how Ichigo Kurosaki left Karakura Town, and his sanity, behind.
Ending A/N's:
WOAH.
Who's POV should I do in the next chapter: Ichigo, Grimmjow, or a new character?
-Ashhhh!