Betrayal

Chapter 1

Ichigo Kurosaki was like anyone else, or at least he pretended to be. He worked a nine-to-five job, six days a week at the local convenience store, Urahara's. He didn't get into trouble, kept his head low and got on with life. It was all in vain though, you can't escape your past, no matter how hard you try and Ichigo had been trying for a very, very long time.

It was another normal day when Ichigo returned home, granted it has been busy at Urahara's so he was now exhausted, but when he opened the door to his flat, he knew immediately something wasn't right. Shutting the door quietly, Ichigo was just reaching for his concealed gun when the fridge light turned on.

From here he could see the pale skinned, white haired man and snorted. Walking to the table he set the gun down and crept up behind the man, giving him a good whack around the head. He turned, golden-black eyes narrowing when he saw Ichigo. "Wha' was tha' for?" He asked around a mouthful of food.

"Well for one, breaking into my flat and two, stealing my food." Sitting down at the table with a groan, Ichigo looked up at the other man, "So what do you want Shiro?"

Shiro grinned, sitting down as well, feigning mock offence. "What? Can't I come and visit my little brother without wanting something?"

Ichigo scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I'm only two minutes younger than you so cut the crap. Besides you never just 'drop by' for a visit, speaking of, how did you find me?"

"You're good, but you're not that good Ichigo. I will always be able to find you, no matter how far you run." Shiro sat back with a groan, patting his now full stomach at Ichigo's expense. "So you're right, I haven't just popped in to say hi. I have a job for you."

"Not interested." Ichigo held up a hand when his twin opened his mouth to argue. "I left that life behind three years ago Shiro, I'm not coming back."

Both himself and Shiro were the heirs to one of the most prominent and successful Yakuza clans in Japan, the Visored's. Ichigo however had tired of the mindless bloodshed and gang wars so had left, with a little help from Shiro after a lot of persuasion on his own part. However it seemed, he just couldn't escape.

"Figured you'd say that. But, c'mon at least have a look." Shiro pulled a folder out of his jacket, sliding it across the table to Ichigo. He would admit it, his interest was piqued so he opened it. After all, he'd already said no so what harm was there in having a look? "We've noticed a rival gang real close to our doorstep recently." Shiro explained as Ichigo started reading. "They're growing stronger so we need to take them out quickly before they become a real problem. They call themselves the 'Espada' and right now what we need is Intel, some dirt on them, some kind of weakness."

"And that's what I'm for?" Ichigo correctly guessed, looking up at Shiro again who just shrugged with a grin.

"You always were better at undercover stuff than me."

"Only because you're no good at using your head. You're too attached to those guns of yours." Ichigo turned the page, stopping abruptly when he saw a picture of a man. This man however was quite attractive and unfortunately, Ichigo got the feeling this could only lead to trouble.

"Anyway," Shiro said loudly, glaring at Ichigo for a moment. "It just so happens that their leader has a thing for young guys, preferably slim and slightly feminine. You fit the bill quite nicely."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment." Ichigo sighed, looking down at the photo again. "But that doesn't mean I'll sleep with the guy just for information."

"You don't have to, just flirt with him." Shiro waved his hand dismissively, ignoring the way Ichigo's eyes narrowed. "I know you've done it before, you're good at manipulating people. How hard could it be?"

"Depends on who he is, and how much of a danger he could be. If dad is that worried about these Espada, then do you really think a few sweet words and batted eyelashes will work with him?" Leaning back, he looked at Shiro questioningly. "What if I refuse? I left for a reason you know, not to be pulled back in like this."

"There's no guarantee you wont be dragged back into this anyway. There will be a war too, if we can't take them down now they will strike and how much bloodshed will there be?" He replied grimly, no hint of emotion showing on his face. That worried Ichigo more than anything since Shiro was always the one who preferred a fight out of the two of them. "So wouldn't you rather help prevent that?"

"Seems I don't have much of a choice then, do I?"

Shiro grinned, clapping his hands together at Ichigo's resignation. "Great. So we know their leader likes to hang out at a club most nights, Hueco Mundo, you know it?" When Ichigo nodded he continued "Good, we think that's the place to get him, and I know you love the night scene. There is one more thing though..." He leaned across the table as Ichigo frowned. "Just don't fall for him yeah? He's the enemy and he would kill you without a second thought if he ever found out who you really were."
"Oh do one would you?" Ichigo couldn't believe his brother, did he honestly think he was that stupid? "I may be a bit rusty, but the skills are all still here." He tapped the side of his head. "Don't worry, I'll do it."

Shiro gave a sigh of relief, apparently he didn't believe Ichigo would agree to this. "Great, so he's definitely going to be at the club tomorrow, so get your hair and makeup done Ichigo, you've got a date."

Ichigo felt his lips twitch, but managed to suppress his smile. Shiro liked to think he was a joker and it was very rare he said something amusing so he didn't want to encourage him. Looking down at the photo again, Ichigo tapped the man's face. "Grimmjow Jaeggerjaques huh? This is going to be interesting."