Title: Dangerous Ground

Fandom: Bleach

Rating: M, sexual situations, sex, language, violence, lemon

Description: Grimmjow is forced to teach programming at Ichigo's technical college. Why is he wearing an ankle monitor and stalking Ichigo? Is Ichigo really just a college student? Yaoi, GrimmIchi. Romance, Crime, Tech, Drama.

Disclaimer: Bleach is created and owned by Tite Kubo, I merely pay homage to characters and a story I love.

A/N: Some of you might remember that I did a poll awhile ago. This was one of the stories on the poll. I was going to wait until Demonology, my other GrimmIchi was over, but oh well.

Arc 1

The Mark

"Who do you think this new guy is?" Renji asked.

"I heard a rumor that he's some big shot in the industry," Kira replied.

"Well I heard that he's a convict," Shuuhei said.

"Whatever. He's probably just some normal guy. He can't be worse than Kuchiki anyways," Ichigo told them.

The class was fairly small for the technical college. Most of the computer labs usually were. Ichigo was happy he was in a class with a lot of his friends, but this was the only offering of the course so he supposed it wasn't that strange. The others were taking it for fun or out of curiosity, but it was required for Ichigo's degree in video game design. Ichigo looked at the clock. The professor was five minutes late.

The door opened and the class quieted. The first thing Ichigo thought was "blue". Some of his professors looked pretty odd, but so far none had brightly dyed blue hair styled in artful disarray.

The man was wearing dark blue jeans and a form fitting black t-shirt with a leaf cuff on his wrist. His hands were in his pockets as he surveyed the room, his electric blue eyes almost looking predatory. Ichigo shuddered when his professor's eyes landed on him. The man smiled disconcertingly at Ichigo.

"Name is Grimmjow Jaegerjaques," Grimmjow looked at the whiteboard behind him, briefly wondering if he should write his name. Like I care if they know how to spell it he thought, deciding to leave the board alone. He considered his introduction for a moment before beginning. "I don't really care if you fail or pass this class, just try to not piss me off. I don't have a syllabus but I guess I'm supposed to get you guys one. Now I know a lot of you have been taking C, C++, or C sharp or whatever, but if you're gonna wanna script you'll want to use Lua. Just like the other crap you've been learning, it'll work with most gaming engines; Unreal, id Tech 4, RenderWare, the Crytec Engine, etc. It's small, free, and fast. Lua means moon in Portuguese and it's name is Portuguese because it was made in Brazil. I'll only grade on projects, not tests or any other crap. Don't copy each other's codes because I swear to god I will know and I'll rip your face off."

The students whitened at his threat.

"Any questions?" Grimmjow said, taking a seat at his chair and beginning to fiddle with one of his thumb rings.

No one moved. Finally Renji raised his head. "Are you a convict?" he asked. The class laughed nervously around him.

"No," Grimmjow said, putting his feet up on his desk to reveal an ankle monitor attached to his left foot. He laughed softly at the faces of his students. "And of course I'm not being forced to teach you as some lame ass attempt of community service."

Ichigo exchanged uneasy glances with his friends.

"Any other questions?" Grimmjow asked. That'll shut them up, he thought to himself. Class was remarkably quiet as he went through his first lesson.

"He's lying," Renji said finally as the small group hung out in the shade of some trees.

"Oh yeah, then why was he wearing an ankle bracelet?" Kira asked.

"Maybe he's a drunk," Shuuhei suggested. "Rangiku had to wear one for awhile after...well, you know."

"They don't make dangerous people teach college students. It doesn't make sense," Renji went on.

Ichigo was quiet. He sipped at his can of soda looking back at the classroom. Seriously, what had that look been? During the whole class he could swear that the man had been eyeballing him. He stiffened when he saw the professor in question walking across the school grounds to the staff parking lot. He watched intently as the man put on a helmet and then jumped onto his motorcycle.

"Ichigo?" he heard a feminine voice call out his name.

"Uh?" he turned his head. "Oh hi Rukia. I didn't see you come up."

"Yeah, you were too busy eye raping Mr. Blue over there," she joked.

"Shit, Professor Jaegerjaques was around? He didn't hear me, did he?" Renji asked.

"You were checking him out?" Shuuhei asked with an arched brow.

"Of course I wasn't!" Ichigo protested.

"Ichigo was probably just making sure that he didn't murder someone on his way out," Renji laughed.

"What are you talking about?" Rukia asked.

"Because it's harder for me to tell with the chicks," Grimmjow told Nnoitra over the phone. "Sometimes they just look nerdy. Sometimes they look stupid and they're smart and sometimes they look smart and they're stupid."

"I guess you're right. Look at Nel," Nnoitra said.

"There's a group of them that hang out together, I think I'll go for one of them," Grimmjow said.

"You gonna have fun with the kid?" Nnoitra asked with a lecherous laugh.

"Unlike you I can do this without having to have sex," Grimmjow replied.

"Yeah, but why would you?"

The red haired one is probably not bright enough, the blond would be compliant but probably doesn't have what I want. Mr sex tattoo might be a little too on the ball for me to mess with. But...orange head is perfect, Grimmjow thought to himself during the next class. Besides, I like the way he avoids my eyes and blushes when I look at him. He has an ear cuff, I wonder if he has any piercings.

As the students worked on a small project he had given them, Grimmjow walked around the room under the guise of checking on their work.

He practically stalked Ichigo, padding softly so that the kid wouldn't hear him come up from behind. Grimmjow leaned over his shoulder.

"Need help with anything, Ichigo?" Grimmjow growled into Ichigo's ear.

"Gah!" Ichigo jumped. Grimmjow barely avoided Ichigo's head flying into his nose.

"Too much caffeine today?" Grimmjow asked, a wide grin on his face.

How the hell did he get there without me noticing? Ichigo wondered. Wait a minute, he called me by my first name. How does he even know it? And isn't that a little too informal from a teacher?

Grimmjow liked the confused look on Ichigo face. "Did you need help with anything?" Grimmjow asked again.

"...no," Ichigo said.

Grimmjow could hear Ichigo's friends snickering at him at he walked back to the front of the class.

Maybe he just isn't used to be a teacher, Ichigo thought, chewing on his lip.

Grimmjow waited for two weeks before he followed Ichigo after class. He knew that he probably should wait longer if he truly wanted to be inconspicuous but he had never been a patient person. He dodged in and out of traffic on his bike, keeping the beaten up looking Honda in his view while still hanging back. He saw Ichigo park and drove right on by, parking further up the street.

Grimmjow casually walked into a couple of the nearby business, checking out their wares while looking for a patch of bright orange. He wound up buying some ice cream because people don't usually "just browse" when going into an ice cream shop. On his next stop he hit his mark though.

Ichigo's eyes went wide as his professor walked through the door.

"Are you really wearing an apron with kittens and puppies on it?" Grimmjow asked Ichigo, laughing.

"And bunnies!" came a voice from the back.

"Shut up Urahara!" Ichigo yelled back.

"I hope that isn't your boss you're yelling at," Grimmjow stated.

"It is."

"Well, he seems understanding at least."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "You have no idea how weird he is."

The man in question came out, handed Ichigo a kitten, smiled at Grimmjow, and then turned and left.

"What the hell was that guy wearing?" Grimmjow said as the sound of Urahara's wooden clogs faded.

"Only god knows," Ichigo said. "Ow!" he exclaimed as the kitten in his arms clawed him. "Why are you here anyways?"

"You're not really polite, are you?" Grimmjow replied. Ichigo just glared at him. "I got you some ice cream," Grimmjow said.

"You've been eating it."

"Does that mean you're not interested?"

"Why the hell would I want your slobbered on ice cream cone?" Ichigo asked. "You're not supposed to eat in here anyways."

Grimmjow held the cone out to the kitten, who investigated the ice cream for a moment before giving a tentative lick. Evidentially liking it, the kitten licked it again.

"Hey, don't do that," Ichigo said, backing away so the cat couldn't reach the cone.

"You really just are so adorable right now," Grimmjow grinned at him.

"You can't say that!" Ichigo yelled at him. "I was right! You are being weird and creepy to me in class!"

"No reason to jump to conclusions, I'm just stating a fact," Grimmjow said. He dumped his remaining ice cream into the trash bin and jumped over the counter.

Ichigo backed away quickly.

"You have internet here?" Grimmjow asked, looking at Ichigo's laptop. Ichigo always brought his laptop. His boss didn't care if he worked on his homework or just caught up on his email if there was nothing else to do in the pet shop.

"Don't touch my computer!" Ichigo yelled at him. Grimmjow ignored him, taking out a flash drive, inserting it and starting a program. "What the fuck!" Ichigo yelled again.

"Quiet or your boss is gonna come out," Grimmjow said. "I'll say that you were hitting on me and I came back here for a little fun."

"He wouldn't believe that, I get hit on all damn day and don't..." Ichigo's eyes went wide. "What the hell are you doing?" he looked at the scrolling numbers and words.

"I, uh, forgot my password. Just trying to remember it."

"Don't fucking hack people's email on my laptop! You think I can afford to get in trouble again?" Ichigo shoved the kitten at Grimmjow.

"That's not a weapon. I mean, he's probably pretty sharp but I ain't scared," Grimmjow grinned. He stopped the program, grabbed his key chain flash drive and started to leave the shop.

"Wait a minute! You just..."

Grimmjow had no idea what Ichigo was going to try and yell at him but he didn't really care. Ichigo stood there looking at the swinging door.

"Something wrong?" Kisuke came out from the back.

"No."

"Mew!" The kitten in Ichigo's hand cried. Ichigo sighed and walked over to the display window and placed the kitten with his brothers and sisters.

"Keep out of trouble this time, runt," Ichigo warned the cat.

"...You think I can afford to get in trouble again?" Ichigo had said.

Grimmjow already had the kid's address and had passed by it once. It was in a crappy neighborhood but Grimmjow was impressed with it once it got in. He must know the landlord, because a college student couldn't get this much space, Grimmjow thought. Unless he's rich, but he doesn't look it. Crappy locks though. He smiled when he saw Ichigo's computer set up. After that statement, Grimmjow just knew that Ichigo had to have something worthwhile back at home. Perfect, Grimmjow thought, sitting down in front of the dual monitors.

This kid is pretty stupid to have such lax security, or did he really think that door would be enough to stop someone? Or maybe he just expects someone to try and steal it? Grimmjow had noticed that everything was bolted down. Naïve. He shook his head and hummed to himself as he begun to work. His phone rang. If that's Nnoitra I'm gonna...he looked at the number and answered right away.

"Where are you?"

"Why Officer Ochi, how are you doing this evening?" Grimmjow said.

"Where are you?"

"I'm just visiting one of my new students," Grimmjow answered.

"Address?"

Grimmjow gave Ichigo's address.

"Hm," he heard over the line above the typing.

"You guys sure are wasting a lot of taxpayer money keeps tabs on me," Grimmjow told the man.

"Ok, location confirmed. Let me check your student list."

"Oh, you don't trust me?"

"Stupid question."

"The kid's name is Ichigo Kurosaki," Grimmjow offered.

There was a couple of minutes of silence. Grimmjow wondered if he could keep working on Ichigo's computer or if that was a bad idea considering who he was on the phone with.

"Ok, student's name and address confirmed."

"See, I told you," Grimmjow ran his fingers through his hair.

"You know you're not supposed to screw your students, right, Jaegerjaques?"

"Of course not."

"I'm looking at his picture right now and he seems like your type," Officer Ochi said.

Well yeah, that's why I picked him. It's a lot more believable that way, Grimmjow thought.

"I'm just helping him with his studies."

"Get out of there in five minutes or I'm coming by," Officer Ochi threatened.

"I'm on my way out right now," Grimmjow said. He hung up.

Well fuck. On to plan B. I wonder if I should seduce the kid just to keep them off my trail. Grimmjow smiled. It definitely sounded like fun. I'll make him wear a frilly apron and make me cookies, Grimmjow thought, thinking of Ichigo's work apron.