"Today's top story, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was found dead in his apartment early this morning." Renji inhaled his cigarette deeply, the tip glowing a deep red. He exhaled, watching as the grey smoke swam towards the surface. He turned up the 6'o'clock News.

"He was most likely murdered, found by his neighbor, Ulquiorra. The police have not yet eliminated that drugs may be involved."

"Hey, Rukia." He yelled. "Come check this out."

"What is it?" Rukia asked as she walked out of the bedroom. Her coal black hair was messy and everywhere, but she was still beautiful. She was wearing a simple white tank top, no bra, and gray shorts that were too small and hugged her thighs close.

"Remember Grimmjow? That guy we met a couple months ago?"

"You mean that guy with the obviously dyed blue hair and the bad attitude?"

"That's the one."

"What is it?"

"He's dead."

"Currently, the police's prime suspect is a man named Kurosaki Ichigo. They arrested him late last night." The news showed a clip of the police arresting Ichigo. His hair was orange, messed up, and he obviously just woke up.

Renji and Rukia stared at the big screen TV.

"Oh no." Renji whispered.

"Ichigo…" Rukia whispered.

***

"Well?" Officer Byakuya held out his hand behind him as he walked, and Hamataro Yamada was stumbling to keep up with him.

"Um, w-we arrested Kurosaki Ichigo this morning." He stuttered, handing him a pale yellow folder. "Soi Fon's questioning him now."

"Who else is under custody?" He asked.

"U-Ulquiorra Cifer, Sosuke Aizen, Nnoitora Jiruga, and Kurosaki Ichigo."

"All right, I'm going in." Byakuya said as he entered the interrogation room. He threw the folder behind him, scattering the papers about on the floor.

***

"Damn it, Kurosaki!" Soi Fon yelled as she slammed the table with her left hand. "Do you not realize the position you're in? Grimmjow is dead, and you were the last person to ever see him. Not to mention you two never got along. I honestly don't see a reason for you not to kill him."

Ichigo smirked, his arms crossed. "I'm telling you, I didn't do it."

"Oh yeah, I'd believe you less if you told me you killed the Tooth Fairy instead. Now spill it."

"I'm telling you, I didn't do it." He repeated.

"All right that's it, Soi Fon." Byakuya said as he walked through the door. He held two cups of coffee in his hands. "Here. Now take a break. It's too early for even you to be yelling at a suspect like that."

"Thanks." Soi Fon whispered, inhaling the steam floating from her generic coffee, and took a sip. "Disgusting, but I'm satisfied. Have fun with this asshole." She said as she left the room.

Byakuya sighed, sat down, and sipped his coffee. "All right, let me get this straight. I'm better that you. You're the kind of scumbag that'll end up on the streets any second now. I'm honestly surprised it hasn't happened yet. My point is, it's too early in the morning for me to try to milk a confession out of you. So just tell me-did you do it?"

"No."

"Do you know who did?"

"No."

"Wonderful. So as I understand it, you have a history with the victim."

"Not really a 'history'." Ichigo said, using air quotes. "I got into a fight with him. He punched my girlfriend. I-"

"Who's your girlfriend?"

"At the time, it was Orihime Inoue. We're broken up now. Once he punched Inoue, I picked up a knife on the floor and slashed his chest. And it cut deeper than I intended."

"I'd call that a pretty rich history." He said, smiling as she drank his coffee.

"Very rich. Anyways, Inoue was training to be a nurse. So she stitched him up. He was fine, just got a really bad scar."

"Nice girl."

"Tell me about it."

"So let me get this straight. He punched your girlfriend, so you cut him." Ichigo nodded, kicking the leg of the table. "And she stitched him up anyway?"

Ichigo stuck both his hands up, as if surrendering. "Hey, it's the truth. You wanted it, didn't you?"

"Kurosaki-kun, is it possible you wanted revenge on Grimmjow for that?"

"Asshole!" Ichigo yelled, getting out of his seat. "That was months ago, why would I want to kill him now?!"

"I'm just saying-"

"You ain't sayin' shit. I'm outta here."

"Not quite." Byakuya said, taking another sip of his coffee. "I'm not done interrogating you yet. Sit back down."

Ichigo barely knew this man. But already he hated his guts. The way he acted better that Ichigo, how he was so calm when Ichigo flipped out on him. It was infuriating, but somehow Ichigo was able to sit back down.

The interrogation went on for another 52 minutes and 23 seconds. The officer finally let Ichigo go, having not gotten anywhere. When Ichigo left the police station, he was hit with a parade of blood-sucking parasites with cameras. He tried to ignore them, but he could barely see two feet in front of him with the flashing cameras. But eventually the paparazzi dissipated, leaving Ichigo to walk the streets alone. Then it started to rain. Ichigo rode the bus back to his apartment, but still soaked once he got home.

He opened the door to his apartment building, and hit the elevator button. He jumped on, hit the number 8, and rode up to his apartment.

He shuffled to his room, number 804. He wasn't able to lock his apartment this morning when they arrested him, so he was half expecting to be robbed.

But once he got to his door, he froze. He stuck his ear to the cheap oak panel, listening. He heard murmuring. There were people in there. Two, to be exact, a man and a woman. No, wait. The TV was on, with the News switched on. Ichigo didn't remember leaving on the TV when he was arrested. Someone had to have broken in. He sighed. Just as he laid his hand on the door knob, he heard the refrigerator door open. He twisted, and barged in.

And there she was. Her golden orange hair glittered in the light, wet from the rain. Her skin was flawless, and she wore a small green dress that hugged her thighs. She never looked more beautiful.

Inoue Orihime was standing in his kitchen.

***

Ok, so this is obviously very AU. I got the idea while watching the Usual Suspects. I hope you enjoy!