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To LOVEru Kira

Chapter V

After a full night's rest and a somewhat stressful day at the park with his friends it was time to go out again. Sometimes he wished he could just quit this damn job and be normal, but normal just wasn't his lifestyle. He lived for danger, excitement and fun. He was born from Isshin and Masaki Kurosaki after all, what was normal about that?

He peeked through his blinds behind his curtains at the silent neighborhood. All lights were off, only the greyish-blue lights from a couple tv's that flashed, having been left on after people have fallen asleep on their comfortable recliners and couches. He sighed and turned away, going to his closet to pull out his job-wear.

'Ulquiorra better give me a good one tonight,' he thought as he pulled the black, longsleeve turtleneck over his head, ''I'm gonna go insane if I don't stop fretting and stressing all over the place.' He finished his routine by clipping his equipment belt around his waist.

By the time he got to his porch the adrenaline was coursing through his veins, as it did every time. He yearned for the thrill he received from the hunt, the ability to use his advanced stealth techniques as he ransacked each house; his hands running over precious valuables that would never be seen again... The occupants still sleeping soundly in their beds. The reward earned after every mission was not to pass up.

Stepping down from his porch, he made mis way quickly to the park, glancing around him every few seconds to assure himself he was not followed. The presence he had felt the other night was gone and he felt himself heave a heavy sigh of relief and slight disappointment.

By the time he reached the park, Ulquiorra was already walking slowly towards him in the darkness. The small flicker of fire in his eyes told Ichigo it was going to be a moderately dangerous job. Or, fun, as he put it. Extremely dangerous jobs-a thriller for him- consisted of breaking into the houses of CEO's of big time companies and the famous people of Japan.

Ulquiorra pulled out a small orange slip (color varies on job levels), holding it out to Ichigo as he stepped closer. He took it between his thumb and index finger, glancing up to meet emeral eyes when the man kept his hold on it. Ulquiorra gave him a pointed stare before letting go. Ichigo held his gaze a few moments more, then dragged his eyes down to the slip.

Well hell, he never heard of this man in his life. Yet, by the way Ulquiorra was staring at him meant it was business that needed to be handled with care. He tilted his head forward in a nod as indication he was ready for the information.

"Kurosaki, be extremely delicate with this mission. Keep your eyes and ears open, the name you see on that slip is not one who resides in that home. Unfortunately, we were not able to acquire information on the other supposed resident currently there. Just remember, you never know when the owner might drop by." Ulquiorra continued past him without waiting for a response. Before disappearing completely he placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke, "Good luck, Kurosaki Ichigo."

Ichigo was left alone in the darkness. With a sigh he studied the address on the slip of paper and began his silent trek to the house.

Who the hell has a house like this? No, it was no house.

'It's a fucking mansion! What the hell? Who the hell is this rich? Actors have smaller homes than this, who is this guy, and why haven't I heard of him before?' All these questions, and no one to answer for him.

He stared at the place dumbfounded before shaking his head to clear it, remembering he was on a mission and he couldn't afford to stall.

Going around the large two-story, he found a window that would be easy to enter. It was locked, but it was loose and that was all he needed. He didn't have his equipment since he assumed this was another low ranking job and was going to be easy. But, seeing as how this mission was so important, he was unsure about the type of security this guy could have set up. Possibilities ranged from lasers, cameras, trip-wires, heat sensors, motion detectors and all the above.

Oh well. He was going to have to guess and hope nothing goes wrong.

He pried open the window with little difficulty and checked his surroundings inside and out before slipping in. His feet landed on the ground in perfect silence. He smirked to himself.

Everything in the living room was spotless, equip with expensive furniture that he wouldn't mind having for himself. A couple of black, suede couches and a large plasma flat-screen. So far, this room had nothing of value that would be small enough to snatch. 'Maybe he kept everything hidden in a safe? I mean, what kind of person like this guy wouldn't?' He thought and shrugged his shoulders before continuing his search.

So far, he had found nothing on the first floor and he almost smiled, knowing he would be that much more closer to getting caught if he went upstairs where the inhabitant slept. He would get a peek at who exactly this guy was.

His feet padded up the stairs without making a sound. His breathing a practiced, slow, deep and silent stealth. He was like the plague; deadly and without guilt or conscience. It made him almost proud to have his job.

He reached the top and glanced left and right. To his immediate left was a door, to his right was a vast expanse of hallway; dark and somehow alluring in a way. This made him hesitate for a fraction of a second. Face hardened in determination, he shook the intense feeling in the pit of his gut and opened to door to the left. He decided to save the door-to the master bedroom-at the other end for last.

The room he was currently standing in seemed to be a den of some sorts. Video game racks lined a wall on either side of a 55" plasma flat-screen, bigger than the one downstairs. He could understand why; good games means you gotta have a big screen with unholy surround sound. Bean bags were scattered in corners of the room, good quality game chairs sat on the floor in from of the t.v. Two to be exact. Video games wouldn't be of financial use to him, though. Neither were the consoles on the shelves of the entertainment center.

Leaving the room, he headed in the direction of the next door a few feet ahead of him on his left. This door was open and happened to be nothing more than a mere bathroom. Though, with the experience he had gained, he knew that some of the people he's robbed hid their valuables somewhere in their restrooms. He's found an abundance of jewels and treasures; real gold and silver, pearls, rubies, emeralds, opals and the whole lot. Sometimes, he would even find credit cards and copies of I.D.'s, some maybe even fake, a fraud. He had to be careful when he found loads of cash, he's had incidents on multiple occasions where the money was counterfeit. Pissed him off, those assholes.

Cabinets, crevices, any loose tiles or faint outlines in the ceiling that indicated a hidden stash. It was clean. He suddenly felt a hot rush through his system, the excitement churned in his stomach. This meant he had reason to enter the master bedroom. He was more than ecstatic, who knows what kind of valuables were hidden away in there?

The last few doors were nothing more than extra guest rooms, each looked to be decorated in their own style and taste. 'Guess he has guests often.' He thought to himself as he closed the last door along the hall. He looked straight ahead at the end of the dark hallway, the door to the master bedroom looking almost intimidating. Chills ran down his spine in his enthused state.

Placing his ear against the door, he listened for any sound on the other side but only heard slow breathing; the sound of a sleeping mind. He felt dizzy with excitement, almost feeling intoxicated as he brushed his fingers against the French knob.

Hell, he's never been this ecstatic about a mission before. The man was here. Sleeping. In his room. The very room he was about to enter and take something, right under his nose.

The handle was turned slowly and he pushed in, thanking Kami it didn't creak on its hinges as he inched his way in to more darkness. Though, it wasn't completely dark. The light of the full moon flowed softly into the room, casting blue-ish hues on everything in it.

Even on blue hair.

His breath caught in his throat as he realized just who he was robbing. 'What the hell? This must be a coincidence, this can't be!' He stood stock still for what felt like an hour before he released a silent breath. He was entranced by the man, watching him sleep silently. He watched him for a while, forgetting about his mission. Instead he let his eyes roam over the sleeping beast. Oh... What a gorgeous beast. He was drawn to him like a moth to light, his feet carrying him over to the side of the bed close to the man. Kneeling, he reached a hand out without a second thought and let his fingers stroke the feather soft locks ever so gently. 'So soft... So beautiful. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps.'

The man inhaled deeply and he froze in place, sighing inwardly when he let it out and returned to slow breaths.

His hand resumed for a few soft caresses more then pulled his hand away almost hurriedly. Shit, he was meant to be robbing this place dry, but...

'I can't bring myself to do it.'

With another inward sigh he pushed himself up off of the ground effortlessly. He took one llook longing look towards Grimmjow, admiring that face of stone that had skin as soft as silk. Every curve, every shadow and shape. It all drew him in. He wanted so much to give him a quick peck on the cheek, but even that was risky and he knew it. He had already risked it by touching his hair and. Early waking the bluenette.

Ichigo backed away from the bed, making his way to the door and slipping out the way he had come.

-...-

Grimmjow's eyes opened to an empty moonlit room. He could have sworn he felt a presence, felt it in his gut. Even in his sleep he was always sensitive enough to sense these types of things, and he had been thankful for it. And tonight someone had been in his room. What could they have wanted? Questions were suddenly invading his mind, yet only one was a first priority. What if they knew about Ichigo?

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he clenched his teeth as he hurried to get out of bed. No one stupid enough would enter his house without it being on serious terms and/or business. He threw on pants and a simple black shirt, nearly forgetting his shoes in his haste. He had to check on his Ichi and make sure he was safe.

Downstairs, he noted that everything was in place before he dashed out the door. Who would break in and not steal anything? No ordinary thief, that's for sure. Grimmjow slowed to a walk when he neared Ichigo's house...

... and saw Ichigo walking up his porch. He glanced at his cellphone, it was almost three in the morning. What the hell would he have been doing, getting home this late? Er... early in this case. A move needed to be made on his part at this moment. It would be useless to interrogate the berry when he most expected the blue-haired man's appearance.

Before the boy could shut the door, he rushed forward and leaped onto the porch, disregarding the steps that were there. Ichigo turned, surprised, having no time to react to the intruder. He was pushed farther into his house and thrust against a wall left of the door that was carelessly left open. Grimmjow held him still and stared into his eyes to see a mixture of emotions; surprise, fear, anger... Recognition. Then came the nervousness and worry. He couldn't tell why he would be feeling those lat two things, he knew Ichigo enough. Grimmjow only cared that Ichigo was safe and finally home. Heh, he can care, can't he? He wasn't always heartless.

Brown eyes stared into his own as he gazed back, studying those orbs that he had come to be fond of over the years. He cocked an eyebrow. Ichigo's forehead held a sheen of perspiration and he knew the kid was hiding something. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

A low groan was heard, almost a mewl and he realized how hard he had been gripping his arms. He loosened his hold a bit and decided tonight was not a night to pry for answers. Ichigo looked as if he hadn't taken a breath since he arrived and he felt the swift tug of guilt for scaring him this way.

... what the hell? He cared, yeah. But when the hell did he start feeling guilty for what he did to people?

"G-grimmjow... I... I-" Ichigo stuttered finally but was cut off with a kiss from the bluenette. It was time to take his leave.

"I'll be back, Ichi," he promised and dashed out the way he had come. He notes a look of relief on Ichigo's face before disappearing and he can't help but to growl.

'He's definitely hiding something.'

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Egh, I don't really like the way this chapter turned out. And I'm sorry if I made Grimmjow a little stupid lol, he can't put the pieces together very well can he? Well please review! The next chapter will be better with some hot stuff!