Disguises

Beginning Hallibel Arc

A/N: Yeah, I have no real excuse. I keep partying too hard on the weekends and then getting sick during the week. My brother just moved to the beach and it's summer now, so it's hard to stay away from delicious BBQ on the sand. Also, E3 was this week, which is only three days but feels like 10 because of how much you're on your feet.

Btw, I mention an eye surgery in this chapter this is totally possible, but highly dis-recommended (yes, I made up a word). Seriously, don't do it, chances are you'll go blind eventually. Not our guys though, they're supermen. Also, kind of funny on the timing of this with the manga, eh? Ginju gives eye surgery too =)

"It's too weird seeing you two together," Ichigo complained, making a motion towards Yoruichi and Gin, who were sitting next to each other at the end of the table.

"Your so cute when you pout," Gin replied, leaning on his hand with a smile.

Grimmjow growled slightly. "Great, so the "I'm going to annoyingly hit on Ichigo all the time" thing wasn't just a ploy?" he asked.

"Why would you think that?" Gin questioned.

Nnoitra hadn't gotten used to Shiro being in his workplace. To be honest, he usually didn't actually go into the office for a lot of things, he didn't need too, but he had been hanging around a lot more than usual since Shiro had been going through Espada training.

Right now he was playing with Shiro's hair and wondering if Gin had put cameras in all the closets or just the one that he had picked last time.

"Concentrate," Yoruichi chided him.

Nnoitra eyes narrowed. "Like I need to listen to orders from some Interpol bitch with..."

"Quiet everyone," Gin spoke up, "our disguise expert is coming in."

The four man team and Yoruichi and Gin all turned towards the door.

"Ya gotta be kidding me. Tesla?" Nnoitra groaned. "He ain't an expert in anything."

Tesla? Shiro frowned, his eyes trailing the blonde man.

"Come now, you know that a lot of people have moved around since our little spring cleaning," Gin said.

"Where are we going?" Nnoitra said. "Why do we even need disguises?"

"If you had listened the first time, this 'Interpol bitch' wouldn't have to repeat herself," Yoruichi pointed out. She smirked at Nnoitra's irritated look before continuing. "Hallibel runs an information clearing house posing as an exotic dancing and hostess club. She attracts a high class of clientele, runs meetings out of its offices, and has her girls (and guys) collect information from their sugar daddies. At least, that's what we think. We have proof that several of her known associates are there with her, and she has signed several of the lease checks that rent the building, although her name is not on the lease agreement."

"You didn't say where again," Nnoitra complained.

"Yokohama," Yoruichi said.

"So, at least it's not across the world or anything," Ichigo stated.

"You'll still have to drop out of your classes," Grimmjow reminded him.

"Gesh, I'll do it when I have to."

"Do you love school that much that you have to get in the last couple of days?" Grimmjow asked.

"A last couple of days before my life officially becomes unnormal? Yeah, I'd like that," Ichigo replied.

"You consider yer life normal?" Nnoitra wondered. "So why is the squirt here?" Nnoitra continued, pointing towards Tesla.

Shiro smirked at that, not that he hadn't already noticed that Tesla had probably an inch on him. 'Dick', Shiro thought to himself darkly.

"Well, since you're going to be dancing, it's going to be harder to conceal your identity," Yoruichi said to Ichigo.

"Since he's what!" Grimmjow almost jumped out of his chair.

"Looks like I'm not that only one that wasn't listenin'," Nnoitra laughed. "We're gonna be drug dealers, working out of the warehouse we confiscated and using those gangs whose leaders we already killed when we grabbed Shiro. Ichigo and Shiro, well one at first and hopefully both of 'em, will work in da club as dancers and hostesses...er...hosts?"

"They have male dancers too?" Grimmjow asked.

Gin nodded. "Yup."

"So...I mean, hostessing...he's not going to have to do anything to people, right?" Grimmjow asked.

"No, it's not a whorehouse," Yoruichi rolled her eyes. "He'll just stuff people full of expensive alcohol, look pretty, and try to get them to give their hands to themselves. I sent someone in to check it out and nothing too bad was going on. My sources say that the girls employed can do little as they want, some don't give lap dances for example. It's the exclusivity of the club that makes the richer men come."

"You're really going to do this?" Grimmjow asked Ichigo.

Ichigo shrugged, trying to not looked as stressed as he felt about the whole thing. "I've been practicing with Shiro."

"...with...er..." Grimmjow really couldn't help his mind sometimes. Nnoitra was grinning widely and Grimmjow hit him in the side. "Shut up!" he said.

"Did say anythin'," Nnoitra smiled. "By the way, I've seen them practicing on the pole. Ichigo is pretty good."

"You asshole!" Grimmjow got slightly flushed.

"You're going to have to get used to people looking at him, Grimmjow," Yoruichi said.

"No, I don't."

"Anyways, my point was that there's not too much to do in the way of disguise for Ichigo Kurosaki since he will be mostly naked a lot of the time," Tesla continued.

Grimmjow groaned and put his hands in his head.

"Being a natural red head is a plus but I think we can clearly say that Hallibel has seen photos of you so we'll need to alter your looks somewhat," Tesla said. "Also, Director Ichimaru checked the records and Hallibel has only known your mom under her maiden name, so even though we will change your name, you don't need to worry about her finding your true motives even if she somehow tracks down your true identity. You'd have a lot of explaining to do, but hopefully you'd have enough time to get out and to some place safe."

"Why is my hair a plus?"

"Well, in the dancing word, interesting and exotic are always good, and it's obvious by your happy trail what your natural color..."

"WHAT!" Grimmjow actually did jump out of his seat this time. "How the hell do you know what Ichigo's happy trail looks like!"

"I er...had to sent him pictures of me in my briefs..." Ichigo stated, blushing.

"I'm glad that you took Director Ichimaru's advice during your little...vacation...to let your hair grow long. You're already in peak physical condition so that's fine, we just need to dye your hair and change your eyes."

"Dye my hair?" Ichigo paled.

"Wrong thing to get worried about, 'cuz," Shiro jumped in. "What the hell do you mean about changing his eyes?"

"Well, it would be hard to change your eyes," Tesla's voice got slightly harder. "Considering how bizarre they are. We'll be lucky to get you in. It'll only happen if they have someone with a weird fetish on the hiring staff," he said coldly.

"Fetish?" Nnoitra looked at his lover with a slightly cocked head. "Do I have a fetish?"

"Several," Shiro laughed, snuggling under Nnoitra's arm and casting Tesla a dirty look.

"In Ichigo Kurosaki's case however," Tesla moved on, "we can do an intraocular implant. We will make his eyes green. They will be a rather striking color of green to draw more notice to his eyes."

"You can really do that?" Ichigo asked.

"Safely?" Grimmjow added.

"Of course, we don't want to blind him," Tesla said.

"I...like my eyes," Ichigo pointed out.

"The surgery is reversible. In fact, to have the implants for several years would probably not be healthy so we recommend removing them immediately after your mission."

"And my hair? I thought you just said that being a natural redhead was good thing, but then you said we were going to dye it," Ichigo said.

"Well, we're going to dye it darker, to match your pubic hair," Tesla said matter-of-factly.

Ichigo sputtered and started turning crimson. "C-can we just say darker? I mean..."

Grimmjow was laughing at Ichigo now. He was still pissed and the idea of Ichigo as a stripper was going to take some getting used to, but Ichigo was pretty adorable when he blushed.

"Nnoitra, you're going to have to get a fake eye," Tesla continued on.

"W-what? I can't see out of it, so what's the..." Nnoitra bitched.

"We have a robotic eye that will mimic your eye movements. At most, people will think you have a lazy eye. It's hard to cover your height, but having two eyes will throw people off. Also, I suggest bulking up a little," Tesla said.

"Ya always said that I was too skinny," Nnoitra whined.

"Yer fine," Shiro told him, glaring at Tesla.

"Grimmjow, I'm afraid you're going to have to dye your hair to something other than blue," Tesla pointed out.

"Damn it," Grimmjow complained. "But the eyebrows and eyelashes will be blue anyways."

"Dye the eyebrows and wear black mascara, it's not hard," Tesla pushed.

"I don't remember ya being this pushy," Nnoitra said.

"I've given him free reign to do whatever he wants to you four, so shut up and just be happy no one is going home with a pink mohawk," Gin told the team.

"And you..." Tesla looked over at Shiro. Shiro was feeling a sense of dread and felt that Gin shouldn't have thrown the pink mohawk idea out there before he had been given what his look was. "There's not too much we can do. We can't tan you, you're already full of ink and piercings. Luckily, no one knows who you are and you're fairly recognizable. Like I said, exotic is good in a lot of these types of places, and people play characters, I imagine you can force your way in the door if you're pushy enough or hit at the right moment."

Shiro sighed in relief. He was actually very proud of his look. When he was a kid he'd been relentlessly teased about it, but now it made him distinctive. He curled his lip and spat in the general direction when people walked by him with uppity sneers now. He knew he looked like a delinquent and scared people on more than one occasion playing that role.

'Of course, now I get to carry a gun. I wonder how many freebies I get ta kill before people start getting mad?' Shiro wondered to himself. 'I'll hafta ask Nnoi, I'm sure he knows.'

"So, Ichigo Kurosaki is off for surgery and if the rest of you will follow..." Tesla began.

"Woah, like right now? Don't I get to...read papers or something about it?" Ichigo said weakly.

"I already told you it can be dangerous, but I can lay out the details. First they will put some drops of steroids into your eye and then put in an eye spreader, so that you can't blink. They'll take razor blade and slice off the top part of the clear part of your eye and flip it back and..." Tesla stopped because multiple people were waving their hands at him. "What?"

"Too much..." Shiro looked even paler than usual.

"What the hell, Tesla?" Nnoitra said.

"Something wrong?" Tesla asked, honestly confused.

"No more details," Ichigo said. "Just...do it and don't tell me about it. Also, Grimmjow?"

"Yeah?"

"We're going out drinking tonight."

"Ha ha!" Grimmjow laughed.

"Actually, you won't see each other after today," Yoruichi said.

That silenced Grimmjow quickly. "What?"

"Ichigo and Shiro will live together, and you and Nnoitra will live together, but you can't all be seen together. We are expecting you to all eventually meet up at the club, you can pretend that you're interested in them as dancers and get to a position where they can be alone with you without suspicion; we'll pass along information that way. Otherwise, your two groups will be living in a blackout excepting big emergencies. Got it?" Yoruichi said.

"For how long?" Nnoitra grimaced.

"Well, they'll have to be situated before you, and then you have to allow time for your supposed relationship to grow, so it might be a few months," Gin pointed out.

"Fuck," Nnoitra groaned.

Grimmjow would normally tease Nnoitra about something like this, but considering he was in the same boat, he just cursed to himself. "Couldn't you have at least warned us that we weren't going to get any more time together?" he asked his boss.

"Going soft?" Gin queried, a smile on his face.

"Suck it, asshole," Nnoitra replied.

"Oh no, none of that either," Gin joked.

"Do they hurt?" Grimmjow asked, raising his hands to Ichigo's face and delicately touching around the area.

"No. The surgery didn't hurt either, thankfully," Ichigo said. "I just had to get over the gag reflex of when I thought about what was happening. I have to use a lot of eye drops on them too, I guess to keep them wet to heal over."

Grimmjow shuddered slightly at the image of Ichigo with bloody eyes. "You look weird," he admitted.

"Do you not feel like you're looking at me anymore?"

"Not really," Grimmjow said. "It's like I'm looking at a fake you."

"Well then, I guess Tesla did his job. I miss the way you usually look too, although now your eyes stand out a lot more," Ichigo replied. He paused. "I'm not too sore for...a little fun before we don't see each other for awhile."

"Is that really wise right now?" Grimmjow asked, running his fingers through Ichigo's dark red hair, missing Ichigo's original orange sunburst color.

"I don't care," Ichigo said, pulling Grimmjow into a kiss.

Grimmjow would like to have thought that he put up a good fight, but in reality he only last about thirty seconds before he pushed Ichigo back onto his desk.

"So fuckin' weird," Shiro said, looking over Nnoitra.

"People normally think that about the eye patch," Nnoitra said. "Don't ya like that I look more normal now?"

"Me? Ha. Like I'm ever gonna be normal. I like the real you," Shiro said, running his hand over the place that Nnoitra's eye patch usually rested.

"So uh, the color matches and everyhin'?" Nnoitra asked.

"Yup," Shiro replied after looking at the set of eye critically. "Of course it does, bastard probably could pick out yer eye color in his sleep."

"I kinda like ya all jealous," Nnoitra said, leaning against the wall and pulling Shiro's in between his legs.

"Not jealous, just possessive," Shiro corrected.

"I'm gonna have to not be possessive seeing all those men stare at yer body," Nnoitra said. "Gonna take a lot of control to not knock some heads."

"I'll miss ya too," Shiro said with his head buried in Nnoitra's chest so that his voice was slightly muffled.

"Now do that crazy thing where ya hang off of me like a damn tree frog," Nnoitra ordered, hoisting Shiro up onto his hips.

"Just going to go right at it in the hallway?" came a voice floating towards them.

"Piss off, ya wish ya were this flexible," Shiro yelled at Gin.

"Oh fine, have fun, and then enjoy your months of celibacy," Gin waved to the two them.

"Fucker," Nnoitra groaned.

A/N: Question: Give the guys fake names (because they should have them for going undercover) or leave their names as they are because it will be too confusing to have fake and real names as well as disguises? Let me know!