Detained

"So, is it natural?" Grimmjow asked Ichigo.

"You know, I'm trying to work here," Ichigo complained, pretending to organize receipts. He absently hoped some real customer would come in so Grimmjow would stop annoying him.

"I just had to come by and see you in your apron again," Grimmjow said, leaning over the counter to get closer to Ichigo.

Grimmjow didn't like to lose. Even though his instincts were telling him to move on to someone a little more pliable, his pride wouldn't let him.

"Yes, my hair is natural, and no I'm not going to prove it," Ichigo finally answered.

"Well mine is natural too and I'll definitely prove it," Grimmjow grinned.

"Your hair is not...come here," Ichigo pulling the man close, grabbing onto his shirt. He ran his fingers through Grimmjow's hair.

Out of the many things that Grimmjow really enjoyed, having his hair played with was one of them. Stroked, pulled, whatever, he just liked it. "Mmm," Grimmjow practically purred.

"What are you, a damn cat?" Ichigo said, pushing the man away. He frowned. He hadn't seen any roots. How in the world did someone get that color hair?

"Ichigo," a deep voice boomed from the front of the store.

"Coach Zaraki, how can I help you?" Ichigo asked.

"You know how," the man replied.

Grimmjow was eyeballing the man. Damn, he's taller than me, he noticed. He looks even taller with that damn spiked hair. Who the hell is this jack off? Grimmjow didn't like the intense way the man was looking at Ichigo.

"Not interested, Kenpachi," Ichigo said.

"I'll definitely make it worth your while," Kenpachi offered.

"The kid is busy," Grimmjow stated.

"I have to get something from the back," Ichigo stated, leaving the two men abruptly.

"If you're a coach you should know you probably shouldn't be hitting on a student," Grimmjow said hypocritically.

"You thought I trying to get him on a date?" Kenpachi laughed. "I'm just trying to get him out of that rinky dink school of his and go to Seireitei instead. He's a world class athlete, I don't know why he ain't living up to his potential. He's got grit and drive like none of my other players."

"Oh," Grimmjow said lamely.

"You think dating him would help?" Kenpachi wondered.

"What the fuck, I wasn't trying to give you ideas!" Grimmjow yelled.

"And exactly how would you stop me?" Kenpachi grinned.

"Out, both of you," Ichigo said, having come back.

They both frowned at the boy.

Well, if he's here, he isn't at home, Grimmjow considered. "See ya around, Ichigo," he waved as he walked out the door.

Grimmjow was sitting in Ichigo's studio apartment, staring at his computer screen. His fingers weren't moving. Since when did I get a conscience? Grimmjow groaned to himself. Why the hell do I feel bad about this? He lightly tapped the keyboard a couple of times, not typing anything. He's just some college kid, am I really gonna do something that could get him in serious trouble?

Having just spent two years locked up himself he knew what the kid would be in for.

Stupid stupid stupid, Grimmjow told himself. But still he stood up and decided to leave. He closed the door behind him and walked down the hall.

"Professor Jaegerjaques?" Ichigo asked.

"Uh," Grimmjow's mind went blank for a moment. "Well you can call me Grimmjow," he said cockily. Shit, I'm in so much...uhhh, Grimmjow groaned as he felt Ichigo's lips on his. Ichigo was pressing him into the hallway wall, his body flush against his, his hands in Grimmjow's hair as he kissed him passionately. "F-fuck kid," he got out, as Ichigo moved down to his neck. Grimmjow was enjoying finally getting to grab that tight ass he'd been watching, pulling Ichigo even tighter against him.

Ichigo pulled away, his arms still around Grimmjow, pulling him towards his door. They were barely inside by the time Ichigo had Grimmjow's shirt off and was pushing him towards his futon. Grimmjow groaned as Ichigo shoved him roughly down, pinning him into the cushion with his hips, rocking against him. Ichigo leaned down to give Grimmjow another kiss. "Be right back, I need to grab something," Ichigo told him. Grimmjow nodded.

He closed his eyes for a second and tried to calm his breathing. What the hell had come over the kid? Grimmjow hadn't expected him to taste so sweet and to be so demanding. It had been too long since he'd been this damn horny and...his eyes widened. He moved forward but heard the click. He starting moving his left hand quickly but it was too late for that as well. He heard another click.

Well fuck. "Guess you're into some pretty kinky stuff, huh?" Grimmjow gave a wan grin, forcing himself to not struggle.

Ichigo was sitting on his computer chair with his arms crossed, watching Grimmjow intently. "You'll noticed those handcuffs aren't silk or satin or velvet or any shit. Those are the real deal," Ichigo said.

I can't even sit up from this position, Grimmjow thought glumly. I'm just half naked spread eagle on my back. Each of his hands were pinned to the metal frame of the futon with handcuffs, his arms wide.

"So, uh, no sex then?" Grimmjow asked with a grin.

Ichigo just glared at him. "I guess you're the person who broke into my place the first time too, huh?"

"Why don't you let me go and we can talk?"

"No."

Grimmjow grimaced. "Who the hell are you, kid?"

"Do you really want to know?" Ichigo asked, his eyes sparkling. "I'm part of the NSA working in a display of international cooperation with the Japanese police as part of the cyber crime division."

Oh holy fuck, Grimmjow thought. Damn it...shit...he licked his lips nervously and tried to think of a way out of his situation.

Ichigo's head went back and he laughed, hard. "You ought to see your face," Ichigo said with a smile.

"What?"

"Way better than 'I'm a vampire', right?" Ichigo said.

"You...you were shitting me?" Grimmjow groaned.

"How old do you think I even am? Of course I'm kidding," Ichigo replied. "You're pretty stupid for someone supposedly a professor. And since you're not really a professor, tell me who you are."

"Just some guy that got into trouble. Nothing special," Grimmjow said. "Why do you have handcuffs if you're just some kid?"

"Because you're right, I am kinky, and I had a boyfriend who liked to play cops," Ichigo replied.

Ichigo came over to him, sitting on his legs and reaching for his pants.

"We still gonna play?" Grimmjow asked.

"Yeah right, you stalker," Ichigo said, finding Grimmjow's wallet in his back pocket. He sighed and threw it to the side.

"Weren't you even going to look through it?"

"What's the point? You obviously don't seem worried that I got it," Ichigo said.

Grimmjow frowned. He was starting to get nervous again. Ichigo rummaged in Grimmjow's pockets again and got his phone. He jumped off of Grimmjow and sat back in his computer chair.

"That's not going to help you at all," Grimmjow told him.

"Oh what, just because it's password protected?" Ichigo asked. "Oh no, whatever will I do?" he smiled.

Yeah, I really should've hacked this little brat's computer, Grimmjow thought vindictively.

Ichigo looked at the log in screen on the phone. "Like I said, you're sure stupid." He held out the phone for Grimmjow to look at. "You're running on version 3.4 not 3.5. They just released the update last week and I guess you're just a lazy bastard. Do you know why they had a new update?"

Grimmjow ignored him. I'm not going to play any of his stupid games, he thought.

"There was a major security issue," Ichigo grinned. "You should have updated." Ichigo grabbed a couple of tools and popped open the phone. He set the battery on his computer desk. "It's pretty amazing how small they can get memory now, isn't it?" He asked Grimmjow, holding up a small chip admiringly.

"Yeah, one of the wonders of the modern world," Grimmjow said sarcastically. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Ever reset the bios on a computer?" Ichigo asked.

Grimmjow smiled. "Oh yeah, I'm sure the factory presets are gonna help you so much in whatever the hell you're trying to do."

Ichigo was reassembling the phone, putting the memory and battery back in. He waited for a couple of minutes for the operating system to come back online. He grinned and read the message out loud, "There seems to have been an error. Would you like to restore your information?"

"What?" Grimmjow asked.

Ichigo hit yes and after a couple of moments was browsing through Grimmjow's phone.

"What the hell kind of security is that?" Grimmjow yelled.

"Get with the program old man, phones might even wipe out personal computers in the near future," Ichigo said. "This phone is way more powerful than whatever room sized computers you had when you were a kid."

"What the...how old do you think I am?" Grimmjow was outraged. "I'm not that much older than you!"

Ichigo held the phone to his ear.

"Who are you calling?" Grimmjow asked.

"Don't know, you only have numbers with no names," Ichigo shrugged.

Grimmjow bit his lip.

"Hello?" a man answered the phone. Ichigo recognized the voice. What was the name...oh yeah... "Grimmjow, what the hell do you want?" the man asked.

"Nnoitra?" Ichigo said.

There was stunned silence on the other end. Now was the time for the act. Ichigo collected himself and then spoke again, this time with panic in his voice. "Nnoitra! Grimmjow is at my place...he...something happened to him, he's bloody...but he won't let me take him to the hospital. I don't...I'm not sure..."

He heard Nnoitra cursing on the other side. "Hold tight, I'll be there. Don't call anyone else." Ichigo hung up.

Grimmjow was looking at him with wide eyes. "Exactly what are you planning, kid?"

What the hell has Grimmjow gotten himself into this time? Nnoitra wondered, quickly moving his lanky frame down the hall.

"Nnoitra!" Ichigo called out to him from in front of his apartment.

Nnoitra walked in through the door. He knew he had made a critical mistake both when he saw Grimmjow chained to the futon, and when he felt a blade slide alongside his neck from behind.

"Take it easy, Nnoitra," Grimmjow told him.

"Yeah," Nnoitra agreed.

"Go over there and sit with him," Ichigo said from behind.

Nnoitra sat down. His eyes widened when he saw what had been pressed against him. "You freaking got me with a katana?" he was pissed. Ichigo shrugged. He sheathed the weapon put it on it's holder on the wall.

"So uh...what's up?" Nnoitra asked.

"Who the hell are you guys?"

"We're just a couple of regular guys," Grimmjow said. "We used to work for a telecom company. They paid us crap and worked us hard, so I embezzled some money from them. I got caught, was thrown in jail for a little while, and now I'm doing community service and am on house arrest."

"Why house arrest for something like embezzling?"

"You know I got a mouth on me. I pissed off some cops, not to mention got into a few fights when I was away," Grimmjow said.

"So you guys are really just going to lie to me?" Ichigo said.

"Hell, I don't even know why I'm here," Nnoitra said.

"Because you're the person he calls the most, asshole." Ichigo sighed. "Look, you didn't seem the least bit amazed that somehow Grimmjow was bloody at my apartment, or that he didn't want to go to the hospital, and you somehow already knew exactly where I lived. I sincerely doubt that you're just office workers who pissed off someone in a high place."

Neither of the two on the futon spoke.

"Look, in all honesty I don't really care, just stop following me and tell everyone else to stop following me too," Ichigo said angrily.

"What?" Grimmjow asked.

Ichigo walked over to his closed window blinds. "Over there, on the corner, on the fifth floor, there's someone always watching me," he pointed in the general direction. "Out in front there's always a car waiting for me. After school I'm followed. At work, weird people come in. Just stop it. I don't really care just leave me alone," he said.

Grimmjow exchanged a glance with Nnoitra, who gave the smallest of shrugs.

Ichigo sighed and threw Grimmjow his shirt. He unlocked the cuffs. Grimmjow sat up, rubbing at his wrists. Ichigo tossed him his phone. "Don't forget your wallet," he said.

"You're just letting us go?" Nnoitra asked.

"What the hell did you think I was going to do? Torture you? If you're not going to answer my questions, you're not going to answer my questions. Now get out."

They were at Grimmjow's place, drinking sake. Grimmjow was on the phone.

"Detective Shihoin," Grimmjow said into the receiver.

"Aw honey, you can just call me Yoruichi," the woman replied.

"Yeah, because you like me so very much," Grimmjow laughed.

"What do you want?"

"Tell Officer Ochi to lay off the kid. He's just a student I'm playing around with, nothing more."

"What kid?"

"Ichigo Kurosaki," Grimmjow answered.

"I'm not aware of any order to follow any of your students. I'll check with Soifon but I doubt she would have done it without letting me know."

"Are you lying to me?" Grimmjow asked.

"Oh you know me, I'd only lie to your face. Over the phone is so impersonal."

"No luck?" Nnoitra asked after Grimmjow hung up.

"Naw. She says there's nothing on the kid."

"He is so playing you," Nnoitra said.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, just because his background came up clean doesn't mean anything, It could have been scrubbed, things could have been left off...all I'm saying is that some punk ass kid doesn't just catch the two of us with our pants around our ankles."

Grimmjow ran his hand through his hair roughly. "Damn it."

"Regardless, you need to back off him."

"No shit, Nnoitra. I'm not brain dead."