DISCALIMER: I DON'T OWN BLEACH.

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Prologue

He dressed up methodically, soundlessly, yet minding what lay behind him on the bed. His lover was lying on his side, the lower half of his body haphazardly covered by sweat soaked sheets, the beginnings of a bruise apparent on his neck. He never really wanted to do what he did, but he had to, after all, Ichigo was considered a threat to the organization he was working for. And they had waited so long. He knew they were watching at this very moment. Maybe some of them figured it out, that he had fallen for his target, of all people… but he couldn't care less now. His job was done. And he wanted to grieve, probably in a self-imposed exile, and then maybe, just maybe he could forgive himself.

He gave one last look at what used to be his lover. He sighed. He was hesitating, when he knew he should not. He finally gave in; after all he couldn't care less at what his employers thought now. He leaned on one hand and bent over to give Ichigo one last kiss.

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A/N: tell me what you guys think. I've been obsessing about this new pair and I really couldn't think of anything. What I did come up with ended in the recycle bin, except this one. But I still couldn't say I'm happy with this. I still feel it's lacking in some way. So tell me about it. and yeah, the culprit's identity stays secret until you guys give reviews… nah, just kidding.

And yeah, the title sucks, so if also have any suggestions for the title, let me read about it.