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Getting Caught	By : GrimmUlquigrrrl Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ulquiorra Views: 1122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Grimmjow glared at the snow falling slowly just outside the window. He hated snow with a burning passion, really he did. He was glad he was inside where there was a warm fire and his boss droning lazily at him. Well, not that last part.

"Oi, dickhead!" Hiyori barked, her snaggletooth sticking oddly out of her mouth, and Grimmjow jerked his head to her.

"Whaddaya callin' me dickhead for, bitch?" he yelled, and Hiyori glared.

"You weren't listening!" she said. "Starrk, why do you want him to do it? I'm better!"

"Like hell you are, shortie!" Grimmjow shouted. "You don't have nothin' on me!"

"Yeah, minus the fact that I actually know what the mission is!"

Starrk, sitting on a red couch with his back to the crackling flames, sighed with his face resting on his hand. "Oi, oi," he said boredly, probably hoping that the lightning shooting between the two would settle. It didn't, and Grimmjow heard him sigh again. "Come on, come on now," the brunette said, but Grimmjow didn't look away from Hiyori. He wouldn't loose. "Hey, guys!" Scowling, Hiyori was the first to turn away, the anger at her obligation to her boss clear on her freckled face. Only then did Grimmjow look to Starrk, a triumphant smirk on his face. Starrk just shook his head.

"Jeez, you two can't work together for shit, can you?" he asked. "I guess that nixes my plan. I was going to have both of you go, but you obviously can't deal with that. I don't need you two caught." Grimmjow frowned. Was Starrk going to give this job- whatever it was- to Hiyori. Grimmjow kind of hoped so, if it was another way-too-easy one. He was tired of getting stuck with the boring stuff. "So, I'll send… Grimmjow, you go." Grimmjow huffed.

"Fine, fine," he said. "What do I gotta do?" Hiyori shot out of her chair and stomped out of the room angrily, obviously pissed that she didn't get picked, her flip flops smacking against her heels. Grimmjow's interest was now piqued. He grinned.

"You have to steal something from the Schiffer house," Starrk said through a yawn. Grimmjow's back jerked into straightness. Schiffer, as in…? "There's this real expensive jade dragon carving worth 8,400,000,710 yen. It's the most high-priced job we've ever been given, and the Schiffer house has never been successfully broken into."

"Yeah," Grimmjow said eagerly, "I know."

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Grimmjow crept farther out on the branch he was on, inching closer. The dogs that Ulquiorra kept were all in their outside kennel, which happened to have no roof. They were clearly awake but, Grimmjow being the silent sneak he was, they hadn't caught onto him yet. It was pretty obvious, however, that they were starting to sense that he was there as they started to stand stalk-straight and growl, looking around. Grimmjow smirked. Stupid dogs.

He pulled a can of powder out from his pocket, one that had large Z's all across the label. One little flick and it was open, and Grimmjow held it out in front of him carefully as he sprinkled the yellow powder down onto the mutts. He held his breath until he could get the lid closed, remembering the last time he'd gotten a whiff of this stuff on a job. He'd ended up falling asleep partway through, after only a matter of minutes- that was how powerful this shit was.

The dogs quickly met the same fate, the growling quieting as the sleeping powder kicked in. it was Grimmjow's own special concoction, not that any other thief in Las Noches knew it existed. He'd put it in one of the standard, everybody-grab-one cans after emptying it of its former contents. Within moments the dogs were sound asleep, and Grimmjow was free to drop lithely from the tree.

He stood up and dusted his hands off, smirking meanly at the sleeping beasts. God, he hated dogs. They were noisy and smelly and just downright stupid. But he couldn't be thinking about that right then- he had a maximum of two hours to find the switchbox for the probably very expensive alarm system, get in the house, find the carving and get out of there before the dogs- or Ulquiorra- woke up, and the Schiffers' house was fucking giant. Stupid rich pricks. They always had been.

Grimmjow knew they wouldn't put the switchbox somewhere obvious, like in the bushes. He didn't even try that, instead casing over the whole house. He walked around and around, but he found nothing. So, it wasn't anywhere that a seasoned thief would naturally look… which left just the gutters and under the ground. Grimmjow jumped up, grabbing onto a windowsill to heft himself up, then onto the side of the roof. He did a chin-up, easily holding it as he looked along the gutters. They, like the rest of the house, were incredibly clean, as if a leaf had never fallen on this property. Grimmjow smirked; that made it easy for him.

There, that box. Sure enough, it looked to be a switchbox. Grimmjow hefted himself fully onto the black shingles and carefully lifted the lid. Yup, it was a switchbox alright. Grimmjow grinned. It certainly was sophisticated, but Grimmjow had been dealing with this stuff for years and his well-trained eye quickly picked out that there was an alarm set to go off if any of the wires were cut.

He stuck his hand in, grabbing the main wire. He didn't have to cut it at all, now did he? He grabbed his pocket knife and flicked out a pointed file that doubled as a screwdriver, unscrewing the panel of metal that hit the inner workings and cautiously pulled it out. He smiled. There, all he had to do was remove that piece. With a steady hand he plucked it out, sliding it away from the rest of the device. Then he pulled on the main wire, no longer having to fret about the alarm that would normally sound when he did, disconnecting it and turning off the security.

He silently slipped to the ground, looking over at the main door. It would probably be best to go in that way and leave it open. After all, if this carving was so expensive it was probably pretty large, so he couldn't count on getting it out a window. There was a pinpad and Grimmjow grabbed his fingerprint dust, knowing that if the Schiffers really wanted to ensure their security then the pinpad would be connected to a whole different switchbox, which would be inside the door. The dust wasn't exactly the CSI stuff exactly (actually, Grimmjow got it out of a child's detective game) but it worked pretty well. He dusted the pad and black fingerprints showed up.

He memorized the numbers before blowing the dust off. The longer the oil that made the fingerprint had been there the sooner the dust would come off, and he watched closely to see which numbers came when. He could tell from smear patterns that the 8 was hit twice in a row, which made the code 7188294. Awesome. He punched it in, and since he was already wearing his gloves he didn't have to worry about fingerprints. The door clicked, and Grimmjow allowed a moment of self-pride. He was in!

He carefully opened the door and stepped right in. no booby traps or wires any place in the vicinity, he noted. After all, no one had ever gotten in here before. Ulquiorra, overconfident shit that he had always been, probably thought that nobody ever would. Still, Grimmjow tread carefully, even as he scoffed at this giant house. The floors were back tile, the walls were white, and everything looked like it cost more than what Grimmjow paid for his rent. He didn't see why anyone would need so much shit. Actually, there were barely any furnishings, but their apparent price was so outrageous that Grimmjow was surprised their security wasn't steeper. Anything in here would pay Grimmjow's salary for a year.

He crept down the hall, noting the time. Thirty minutes had passed, which meant that worst-case scenario Grimmjow only had thirty minutes left before the dogs woke up. He'd dosed then pretty heavily, but still. He would be careful.

The initial hallway opened up on the right into a massive room with a medium-high ceiling. It had a flat screen, pricey looking black leather chairs, a fireplace, everything- including a rather large jade carving of a dragon hanging on the wall. The backdrop was square like a painting with the dragon and other things jutting off of it, which would make it easier to carry but heavier. Grimmjow checked everything over twenty times, but he couldn't find a single alarm. He couldn't believe that. Even the rich-ass Schiffer family would want a little extra protection on such an expensive item. Grimmjow looked behind it.

As expected, there was the trap. A wire was attached to the back of the carving and disappeared into the wall, where it would likely pull an alarm when the carving was pulled away from the wall. Grimmjow felt himself smile like a happy little child- he was doing it, really, really doing it. He double and triple checked all of the wall behind the carving before carefully sliding his pocketknife behind it. He had to tie it to a thin stick, since his arm was too thick to fit back there without tripping the wire, but a little sawing action and he was good.

He grunted softly as he removed his target from the wall. Holy fuck, this thing weighed a ton! He almost couldn't lift it, and that was saying something. He benched at 340 regularly. Granted, it was to be expected of a giant slab of rock, and he slowly and carefully lifted it off the wall. He had this. The stairs creaked as someone came down them.

Oh, shit.
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