Kidnapped

It took a moment after Grimmjow sat down to notice them, but once he felt the cold steel he jerk his hand away to see a pair of handcuffs just hanging off of one of the arms of his chair. That dumbass kid, Grimmjow thought angrily. Actually, handcuffs might be useful...

Ichigo had managed to barely restrain his grin when Grimmjow saw the handcuffs, but he wound up frowning when Grimmjow looked up at him with a knowing smirk.

Grimmjow waited until the students were working before he came up to Ichigo. He leaned close to him and said, "I'm not sure what you were planning on doing with the handcuffs but I was thinking that maybe I could cuff you to the desk, bend you over, and just...ow!"

"Sorry, did I roll over your foot?" Ichigo asked innocently, moving his computer chair back towards the computer.

As the students filed out, Grimmjow pulled one of the them aside. "Hisagi, can I talk to you?" he asked.

Kira stopped too. "I'll meet you outside," Shuuhei told him. Kira nodded.

"How long have you known Kurosaki?" Grimmjow questioned.

"What? Um, well since middle school," Shuuhei said.

"All of you have been friends that long?"

"Well, Renji knew him even earlier," Shuuhei replied.

"Did he ever get into trouble or have to go away for long periods of time or anything like that?"

"Professor, I'm not sure..."

Grimmjow glared at him. Shuuhei swallowed. "No. He was really into Karate and Kendo, scored in the top 20, and did just normal stuff. He was always good with computers. He sometimes got into fights because kids would hassle him about his hair, but he never got into too much trouble."

"Thanks. You can go," Grimmjow dismissed him.

Everything I find out just points to him being some normal kid, he thought.. Grimmjow had stopped by the Kurosaki Clinic and flirted with the receptionist there, finding mostly the same information. Twin sisters, wacky dad, dead mom, and a smarter and stronger than average kid who sometimes got into fist fights.

So I'm missing what here? Grimmjow wondered.

A couple of days later his office door swung open. Grimmjow wasn't usually in his office but he had a couple of hours to kill before class.

"Ichigo, what do you want?" he kept his voice cool, even though he could clearly see panic in Ichigo's face.

"Please, please help me," Ichigo said.

"Trouble on a project?" Grimmjow replied lightly.

"They took Shiro," Ichigo told him.

Grimmjow blinked.

"'They' being who?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'm supposed to meet with them tonight and I don't know what to do," Ichigo put a hand to Grimmjow shoulder. "Please, you have to help me."

"This is pretty serious, you should call the cops."

"They told me not too."

"Ichigo, I've worked in an office my whole life. I have no idea what to do in a situation like this. I'm not sure what you're expecting of me," Grimmjow said.

"You...don't care?" Ichigo asked, his voice passionate.

"It's not that I don't care, it's just that I really can't help you. I'm not sure what is it you and your friend are into, gangs or whatever, but you should probably go to the police."

"Grimmjow!" Ichigo yelled at him. "He's my cousin! This is your fault!"

Grimmjow frowned. "I don't see why."

Ichigo growled and slammed the door closed.

Grimmjow ran a hand across his face and took a large drink of his coffee. Shit. Is he telling the truth? If he is...is this really my fault? Am I going to get a couple of kids killed? This is exactly the sort of thing that can draw me out though. There's no way for me to help without revealing myself. Maybe he's just pulling my chain, like he did before with the NSA bullshit...assuming that was bullshit.

Grimmjow was surprised to find Ichigo in class. It was a joke then. He wouldn't be here otherwise, Grimmjow thought. Class was dismissed, but Ichigo didn't get up to leave. He waited until everyone else was gone and then slowly got up. He walked to the door and locked it.

"Ichigo, what are you doing?" Grimmjow asked.

"I thought you said that you wanted to bend me over the desk and fuck me?" Ichigo said, walking towards him slowly.

"Yeah right, you little..."

Grimmjow was still in his chair and Ichigo bent over, catching his lips and passionately kissing him. It didn't take long for Grimmjow to kiss him back heatedly, pulling on his hips. Ichigo allowed himself to be pulled onto Grimmjow's lap, spreading his legs and straddling him. Grimmjow groaned.

"You're such a fucking bipolar brat," Grimmjow said as Ichigo bit at his neck. He rubbed his hand up the inside of Ichigo's shirt and Ichigo ground himself down into Grimmjow's quickly hardening erection. "And this isn't really a good place for this."

"You must want me bad if you've been stalking me for so long," Ichigo whispered before catching Grimmjow's earlobe in his teeth.

"Let's go someplace that doesn't have giant open windows," Grimmjow suggested, hoping to get away to a more private place before his hormones made him throw caution to the wind.

"I need you to help me first," Ichigo said lowly.

"Oh yeah?" Grimmjow grinned.

"Help me get my cousin back."

Grimmjow froze. "What?"

"Shiro," Ichigo told him.

"I know who the hell you're talking about but what do you mean you want me to get him back?" Grimmjow pulled Ichigo's face away for he could look at it. He looked into Ichigo's eyes. There was the same desperation that there had been earlier in his office. "Fuck...Ichigo..."

"Grimmjow, please..."

Grimmjow pushed Ichigo off of him and stood up. "Ichigo, there's nothing I can do."

He could practically feel the emotions rolling off of Ichigo. He looked away. "Damn it!" Ichigo yelled at him, punching the computer desk. "Don't you understand that..."

"You should leave," Grimmjow told him.

There was silence. Ichigo put something into his hand. "If you get a fucking soul by tonight, this is where I'm going to be," he said angrily.

It was a good ten minutes later before Grimmjow let himself look at the paper. It was an address in the warehouse district and a time. Don't do it Grimmjow, he argued with himself. Didn't Nnoitra say that he was playing you? Damn it, there has to be a way to do this without blowing it all to hell...

He sighed and grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket.

"Hello?"

"Nnoitra, are you still fucking that albino?"

"Shiro? Ha, that kid's crazy! Yeah, we see each other sometimes," Nnoitra said.

"I know you don't like people taking things that belong to you."

"What?" Nnoitra's voice went into a lower register. "Where are you? Is someone trying to get into his pants?"

"No, someone nabbed him."

"They what?"

"We're gonna die," Nnoitra said to Grimmjow.

"Shut up. Can you see Ichigo?"

"Yes. Yer plan is stupid and we're going to die."

"And what is your plan exactly?"

"Jump in, kill them all, go home happy," Nnoitra said.

"That how all your plans go."

"It's worked so far."

"Oh yeah, and how would you explain your actions to Shiro?" Grimmjow asked.

"I'd tell him I'm yakuza and that he should stop asking stupid questions."

"And when the cops tracking me come?"

"Oh, I'd be long gone by then," Nnoitra grinned.

"Tough luck for me, huh?"

"Tough luck for you," Nnoitra agreed.

"We're doing it my way."

"Did you come alone?" the man asked Ichigo. Ichigo nodded. His hands were on his head as someone patted him down. The man confirmed something into his phone.

Ichigo could see Shiro, tied to a chair with a bag over his head.

"Is he ok?" Ichigo asked.

The man closest to Shiro took off the bag and removed the gag that was tightly bounding Shiro's mouth. Shiro looked up at Ichigo, looking none the worse for wear aside from a fat lip. Ichigo had to assume Shiro had mouthed off to get it. Lord knows how many times he had punched him for the same thing.

"What the hell did you do this time?" Shiro asked.

"Nothing," Ichigo answered. "Don't worry about it."

Shiro was released. He stood slowly, trying to get the blood flowing back into his legs. "Man I gotta piss," he said. He had no intention of leaving Ichigo with these gun wielding freaks so he took as long as possible, trying to figure something out. Ichigo caught his eye and looked to the beam that was just next to Shiro. Shiro casually looked over at it, looking up to where it met the ceiling crossbeams. He wondered what Ichigo was up to. The lights suddenly went out in the warehouse and Shiro didn't think, just bolted for the beam and shimmied up it. He'd always been amazing at climbing trees. Ichigo dove behind a stand of boxes and crawled on his belly under one of the nearby cars.

There was a buzzing noise and the emergency power lights flickered on, casting the room with shadows.

"Uh, hi!" Grimmjow said, casually walked towards the group of men.

"Don't move!" they focused their weapons on him.

Sirens started blaring, getting louder by the instant. "I might have called the cops," Grimmjow told them.

It only took a moment for the men to bolt, jumping into the two closest black sedans and taking off. Ichigo rolled out quickly before they left, Grimmjow's eyes going wide as he saw him.

"Shit Ichigo, bad place to hide," Grimmjow grinned. "Nnoitra," he called out. The lights powered back on and the sirens stopped.

"What...you did that?" Ichigo asked.

"Uh yeah. Like I said, I'm not really good with this type of stuff, but we hacked into this place's power grid and set up a couple of cheap speakers outside," Grimmjow said.

"Did ya see those pussies run?" Shiro laughed, sliding down from his beam on the ceiling.

"Like a damn cat," Nnoitra said with a smile.

"Ya came for me?" Shiro asked.

"Well of course."

"Well ya could've come sooner you bastard!" Shiro yelled, punching Nnoitra in the gut.

"What the hell, you should be happy I came at all!" Nnoitra said.

"I could've been raped like 20 times by now!"

Nnoitra frowned. "Uh...you weren't, were ya?"

"Of course not! Ya think I would've let 'em run away like whiny babies if they had touched me!"

"Thanks," Ichigo said as they drove home.

"Yeah, well you owe me," Grimmjow told him.

"Oh...yes..." Nnoitra moaned from the back seat. Grimmjow tilted his rear view window to see Shiro's head in his lap.

"Hey! What the fuck! We're like two minutes from your house!" Grimmjow yelled at the couple behind him.

Ichigo turned to looked and then quickly turned forward again, slightly blushing.

"Hey! I mean it!" Grimmjow said. He turned to see the couple making out, but happily now at least moderately keeping their hands...mouths...to themselves. He stopped in front of Nnoitra's apartment complex. "Out," he ordered. "And make sure your dick in your pants before you flash the neighborhood."

The two of them drove in silence to Ichigo's place. Grimmjow looked over at Ichigo. "I don't suppose I get any love, huh?" He asked hopefully. Ichigo grinned at him. He placed his hand on Grimmjow's knee, slowly caressing his inner thigh, moving his hand higher. Grimmjow tried to keep his eyes on the road as Ichigo got closer and closer to his crotch. Ichigo suddenly stopped, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms.

"Nope," Ichigo said with an impish grin.

"No...wait, no what?" Grimmjow looked back over at the kid, and seeing the mischievousness in his eyes. He groaned. "Damn it kid, you're the worst tease I've ever met."

They were at Ichigo's street now.

"You do owe me at least one thing," Grimmjow said.

"What's that?"

"An explanation of why they wanted you."

Ichigo didn't answer.

"Hey, I just went in and saved your ass."

"You...didn't have any guns or anything. You just talked to them," Ichigo said.

"Well what the hell did you think I was going to do? I already told you you think I'm someone I'm not," Grimmjow replied.

"Ok, I'll tell you, but out here. I'm not sure about my place anymore," Ichigo said.

Grimmjow waited.

"Have you ever heard about Hogyoku Encryption?" Ichigo asked.

"Yeah." It was supposedly the most complex and unbreakable encryption method for computing ever devised. It had a complex variable system that changed from second to second and was completely different for every single user. There were lots of rumors about how it worked; that it ran off of DNA sequences, that it ran off of star movements, that it ran off of purely theoretical math. The man who had written it, Kisuke Urahara, has disappeared shortly after writing it. It wasn't something that people really knew about, it was just the one of those legends that went around hacking communities. Except that Grimmjow knew for a fact that the upper echelons of the Japanese government used it.

"Well..." Ichigo looked over with a small smile. "I cracked it."

Grimmjow laughed. "Well, if that were true, your sure as hell wouldn't still be here."

"Well, I didn't really think anyone had found me...except...well you know there's always a way of finding someone," Ichigo said. "Then I was put into a class with you of all people. Like that's not suspicious. You freaking followed me around, going through my stuff – and then these other people start following me. Even with Shiro, they just wanted me. They didn't hurt him or anything, they don't want to hurt me. They just want me."

"Whatever you say, kid," Grimmjow grinned at him. "Can I at least get a goodnight kiss?"

Ichigo leaned over, kissing him gently, his fingers lightly threading through his hair. Grimmjow didn't open his eyes as Ichigo pulled away and closed the car door. That kiss had been...Grimmjow's eyes widened.

"Hey wait a minute! You said this was my fault and now you just admitted it's yours!" he yelled in his empty car. "You trick guilted me into helping you!"

The kid had to be lying. If he wasn't, well...Grimmjow would've known about it. Besides, those guys back there were barely professional, he thought to himself. But then, why?