I have no idea how or why I came up with this idea. It justed popped into my head one day...

Okay, if you've never seen the Godfather, don't worry. This is just set in that time and place. It isn't a total parody of it. Thus, don't expect everything from the movie to happen in this story. In fact, don't expect many things from the movie to happen in this story.

Anyway, here's my twisted vision of what Bleach would be like as a 1920's American mafia story. Enjoy...

Oh, right... Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN BLEACH OR THE GODFATHER!!!

This was originally posted in my Random Bleach Tales story, but it has been altered and re-written for this publication. I hope you all enjoy it!

My name is Ichigo Kurasaki. I am 15 years old. Ever since I was a boy, I've commited unspeakable crimes for the Kurasaki Family.

Ichigo adjusted his tie as he approached the door to his father's office. He removed his hat from his head and held it in his left hand while he knocked on the door with his right. "Come in," came a reply from the other side. Ichigo let out a small sigh as he opened the door. His father needed him to do something. Usually, that something was highly illegal or morally wrong.

"Good afternoon," Ichigo greeted his father as he entered the room.

"Greetings, my son," Isshin smiled from his seat behind the desk at the back of the room. Wearing a black suit, red tie, and holding a smouldering cigar in his hand, he looked like a very powerfull person. And he was. Isshin Kurasaki was a Godfather. He led the Kurasaki crime family, one of Chicago's biggest mafia organizations. On the outside, he was a humble businessman. On the inside, he was a puppetmaster, controlling all sorts of bootlegging operations, speak-easies, and other criminal activities.

"You wanted to see me about something, Dad?" Ichigo put his hat back on his head and adjusted it. Wearing a grey suit, red tie, and white hat, he looked like any normal Mafia enforcer. But he stood out from the rest quite vibrantly, thanks to his bright orange hair and his trademark grimace.

"Yes, my son," Isshin reached into his desk and withdrew a collection of files and papers. He placed them on the desk and gestured for Ichigo to read them. "Take a look..."

"Hm..." Ichigo walked over to his father's desk and opened up some of the file folders. He quickly skimmed through them, a frown forming on his face as he read. "A rat?"

"Yes, it seems that we have an informant amongst our ranks," Isshin's cold eyes focused on his son's. His face was without expression, and his voice held a tone of the utmost seriousness. "I want you take care of him."

"A hit?" Ichigo arched a brow. "You want me to whack one of our own guys?"

"Yes, my son. I trust you can take care of it without any problems," Isshin leaned back into his chair and puffed on his cigar casually.

"Don't worry, Dad," Ichigo reached into his suit jacket and withdrew a handgun. He pulled back the slide and grinned at the resulting click-clack the weapon made. "There won't be any problems."

"Excellent, excellent," Isshin smiled. "Not that there ever are with you, my son. You're the best of the best."

"What's the poor sap's name?" Ichigo placed the gun back beneath his jacket.

"Ishida Uryu."

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Standing on the sidewalk of a semi-deserted street, Ichigo casually smoked a cigarette as he waited for his target. It was the dead of night, and a light rainfall had started. Other than the occassion homeless guy, the streets were deserted. No witnesses was Ichigo's policy. Other guys may have had no problem gunning down guys in broad daylight, but Ichigo prefered private executions. Less trouble, less mess, less chance of getting caught. Ichigo checked his watch by the light of a streetlamp. It was 9:24 P.M. The restaraunt across the street would be closing any minute.

Ichigo could see inside the small shop from across the street. It was a well-lit little bistro, and it was very much empty. Other than the waitress and the store owner, there were only two men inside the restaurant. A red-headed guy that Ichigo didn't recognize, and the target: Ishida Uryu. Ichigo had never really liked Ishida, so he had no qualms with blowing the poor slob's brains out. Again, Ichigo was different from other gangsters. He didn't want to get the waitress and owner involved, while most guys would have simply gone in guns blazing. He hated innocent casualties, even if they were an everyday occurance in gang wars.

Ichigo checked his watch again. 9:30. Sure enough, the waitress was motioning for the two men to leave. Ishida and his dinner-mate both stood up, handed her some money, and headed for the door. They stepped outside into the rain, bid each other farewell, and went their seperate ways. Ichigo watched as Ishida walked down the street across from him, oblivious to his coming demise. Once the red-haired guy was out of sight, Ichigo crept across the street. The rainfall masked the sound of his footsteps. He quickly closed the distance between him and Ishida. "You know what you do with a rat?" Ichigo asked the man in front of him.

"What's that?" Ishida's voice was shaky as he answered him. Ichigo drew his pistol and leveled it with his target's head.

"You exterminate it," Ichigo smirked as he pulled the trigger.

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"Yeah... the rat is in the trap," Ichigo held the phone tightly to his face. Huddled in a phone booth, he could hear sirens in the distance. "The cat's are coming out to play, too."

"Excellent," Isshin's smooth and relaxed voice replied through the phone. "Find a place to hide out until the heat dies down. Buy yourself some dinner."

"I don't have much of an appetite right now," Ichigo couldn't handle any food after what he'd done. He had no remorse... just a weak stomach.

"So go get a drink," Isshin advised him. "Give yourself an alibi, at least."

"Hm..." Ichigo knew a good place to get a drink, and everyone knew him there. The perfect alibi...

"Just be back in an hour. I might have another chore for you, son," Isshin informed him. "Good bye."

"See ya," he hung up the phone. The sounds of the police sirens had begun to grow closer. They were searching for the killer... Ichigo threw open the door to the phone booth and walked briskly down the sidewalk. A few blocks later, the sirens grew even louder. Just as a police car turned the corner in front of Ichigo, he ducked into a small restaraunt. The cops didn't notice him, and their car continued to drive along down the street.

"Phew..." Ichigo sighed. "That was close..." He turned around and looked at the dim-lit bistro he had entered. A few guys were sitting around eating romantic dinners with lady friends, and a few others were eating simple meals and drinking wine. Yep, this was the place... Now he just had to find Chad.

Bang bang, Ishida's toast. Let me explain to anybody who doesn't understand: Isshin is a mob boss, Ichigo is his son and number one hitman, and Ishida is a dead double-crosser. Most, if not all, of the characters in Bleach will show up in this story as alternate portrayels.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please feel free to give me feedback and reviews. Advice, criticism, flames, whatever you feel like saying. I just want to know what you think. So, please review:)