Forks' Shinigami

The Job

"Swan!"

"Yes, sir." I said as I entered my boss' office, shutting the door behind me. "Is there something you need?"

"I have a job for you. One that I am sure you would like." He took out a folder and waved it in front of me for a moment before sliding it across the table. "Take a seat and tell me what you think."

I pulled out one of the two chairs – why do offices always have two chairs in front of a desk – and took a seat, picking up the folder and opening it. I let my eyes skim over the paper, feeling my heart beat faster in excitement at what I read.

"Sir, this is…" I couldn't seem to get out the words I wanted to express to him.

"Yep, it's a high-ranking job, alright." He spoke with a smug grin on his face. "Thought you'd be happy getting' ta see your old man again."

Standing up with the folder in hand, I told him with a smile on my face. "I graciously accept this job, sir!" I was about to leave but stopped when my boss started talking again. Turning, I noticed he had taken out his 'ACCEPT' stamp and my file as well before opening it and using the stamp, signifying that I would not be allowed to back away from the job.

"Good. Now that you've accepted the job after only looking at where you would be going, you can now turn the page and see what the job actually is." Oh shit. I knew that look he was giving me. It was his 'you fucked up and now you have to pay the price' look.

I stayed where I was standing and opened the folder, flipping to the next page; I read what was written there. I knew the job had to be too good to be true. I looked up at my boss, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but stopped when I saw the sadistic smile playing on his lips. Aw fuck me.

"You've already got two strikes, Swan. Do you really want to make it three?" when he figured out that I wasn't going to talk, he made a shooing motion with his hand. "You can go now. I expect it to be completed within the next couple of years."

Next couple of years! There's no fucking way that it could be done in that short amount of time. From what I've heard, high-ranking jobs take a minimum of fifty years. Well, unless you're the guy who created our group.

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I'm on a twelve hour flight right now and I guess now would be the best time to explain what I am and who I'm working for.

I'm what you'd call a Shinigami, a being that sends the souls of the dead into the afterlife. You're probably wondering how I became a Shinigami if I'm an American. You see, my mother, Renée, and her new husband, Phil, took me with them when they visited japan.

I got lost in a small town called Karakura, but there was no need to worry, as it was also where I met him. The man told me he saw great potential in me and when he helped me find Renée and Phil, he suggested to them that maybe I should learn some self-defence.

They were pretty quick to accept to leave a ten year old with practically a stranger, but I was too young to understand that and it also turned out that he knew the martial arts instructor that could teach me. I also met the man's family, who instantly took to me, which I found really strange, until I learned that one of his sisters was unable to have kids.

When Renée and Phil decided to continue on their travels, I asked if I could stay and get stronger. They were hesitant until they met the family that I could stay with, who made them feel welcomed and my mother and her husband ended up trusting the family quite quickly. They left the next morning with promises to write to me.

In the next two years, the letters diminished greatly until only two or three were sent every three months. I only got one the next year.

When I was fourteen, I was attacked by something. It had a strange mask and a hole through its chest. When I thought that it was going to hit me with its over-sized fists, out of nowhere, the man I was staying with appeared and before the creature could do anything, its body shattered right after a fist-shaped indent appeared on its chest.

Later on, the man told me about Shinigami, Hollows, and even Quincy. When I asked why, he told me that he wanted to train me to be like him, to protect people that couldn't protect themselves.

And just like that, I accepted.

A year later, his blade pierced me through my chest, sending an extremely small amount of Reiatsu through it and into me. I was lucky and gained a small amount of powers, which he quickly forced me to use against him in a spar.

I lost… horribly.

For a couple of weeks I was so sore that I could barely move, and all he did was chuckle when he saw me.

For some reason, he and I were the only ones to be able to join back with our bodies.

I guess that's enough about me for now, so I rest my eyes and lean my head back into the head-rest before taking a nap.

When I woke up, it turned out that I still had half the flight to go. I opened the blind and looked out my window, thinking of who I was working for.

It had turned out that he wasn't a Shinigami per se, but part Shinigami and other things that I'm not going to go into what else he is, but know that he created the group that I'm currently working for.

He created this group to work all around the world. He called it Rogue, for that is what we are, rogues. People who don't follow the Shinigami or even the Reaper's (America's Shinigami) rules.

Is there a difference between Shinigami and Reapers? Yes there is. Am I going to explain it? No.

So, back to what's going on, I'm a member of Rogue and the job I've been given has me going back to the town where my father, Charlie Swan, lives.

Will I tell you what the job is? Well, you can just guess as we go along.

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My flight landed, I exited the plane, went through customs and was greeted by a chauffeur, who led me to a limo that had gained a lot of attention.

Hopping in, he drove me to an estate owned by Rogue that sat about forty-five minutes away from Forks. The moment I was out of the vehicle with my suitcase, he drove away, leaving me by myself in front of the large building.

I entered the building, sitting my suitcase by the door, before walking over to a phone that sat by itself on a small coffee table, that had no reason to be in the entrance of the estate.

I picked it up and saw that it had one voicemail message. Hitting a button, I brought the phone to my ear and heard a voice that I knew very well.

"Hey Bella, how's it going? Doing a good job? I hope that your boss hasn't been giving you unneeded strikes. You tell me if he has and I'll have a talk with him."

I sat the phone down and went over to my suitcase. I just knew he'd be rambling on for a while about anything and nothing, so I decided to get changed. I wore a business suit on the way over and I guess now would be a good time to get into something a little more comfortable. I didn't want Charlie to know about my job and I really don't want him to know that I make way more money than him.

I stripped down out of my clothes right there, since I could sense that there was no one else in the immediate area. I pulled on a pair of briefs before slipping into black pair of jeans, held up by a plain belt. I slipped a bra on and put a white button-up shirt over it before grabbing a baggy, extra-large hoodie and slipping into it, which when on, went down to mid-thigh on me. I do prefer to hide the fact that I'm fit, which allows my opponents to underestimate me.

I walked back over to the phone and picked it up, but heard nothing coming out of it. I thought that he must have hung up until his voice came out of the device.

"Nice of you to come back."

"Sorry, I was getting changed." I told him while scratching the back of my neck. I stopped when I realised that I was listening to a voicemail. "What?"

"Ha-ha, what? Did you think that I wouldn't know how you always leave when I start rambling? It doesn't matter now, anyway. I was just going to leave a message wishing you good luck, but I've decided to also inform you about the town you'll be staying at for the next couple of years."

Oh goody, he's going to tell me stuff that I'll either already know or is going to be important information.

"You better be listening to this. Forks is home to three different kind of beings, one being humans, another being vampires, but don't worry, they're all vegetarian vampires. That means that they only feed on animals. The last is a tribe called the Quileute and they are shape-shifters, often mistaken as werewolves, and are descended from the ancient spirit warriors of the Quileute tribe."

Okay, so there are shape-shifters in Forks. Great, just great. The last time I ran into a shape-shifter, it didn't end well.

"Don't worry, I doubt they have anyone like the one you fought in their tribe. Besides, they aren't the ones that I want you to be careful with. The vampires in Forks are the Cullen coven and three of their six members have unique powers. There is Alice Cullen, a short-stack that has visions of the future. There are some stuff that we need to look into about her and I'll inform you about it at a later time. She is known to have a chipper attitude, so you'll probably like her."

Well, I always did like those with an optimistic mindset.

"Another one is an empath, and his name is Jasper. He was in a war of some kind, I think. Wasn't really paying that much attention to that stuff. The last one can read minds and his name is Edward. He lived during a time that someone with your kind of orientation would not be accepted. Remember when you decided you were gay?"

Great, he hates gays. And yes, I do remember. It was only a couple of years ago. When I asked him about sexuality, he told me; 'Men are dicks. You're better off with women.' After that, I guess I just started to look at women differently.

"Well, that's all the information I got for you right at this moment. Good luck and have a good night."

After that, I heard the beep, signifying that the message was over. I placed the phone back onto the coffee table and walked over to my suitcase; I picked it up and headed to where I knew the garage was.

Walking in, I saw ten cars on each side, each a different kind of sports car. I'd love to take any one of these cars out for a spin, but the moment I saw my baby, I forgot about everything else in the room.

My baby was a Ducati Panigale 1199R, a motorcycle that has been with me for years and I have no intention of getting rid of her, even if an even better one comes out. She was practically a piece of shit when I got her from the woman I pretty much consider my mother but I worked on her every chance I could get and now she is one of the most precious things I have.

I walked over to the garage door and hit a button, opening it. I pushed my Ducati outside and closed the door before hopping on my baby and turning on the engine. The purring she made sounded amazing and I couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. I truly loved this girl.

I sped out of the estate, doing over 80 miles per hour and still speeding up. The drive was fun and there was barely any traffic.

I had been driving for almost twenty minutes when I passed someone sitting on the side of the road. Slowing down, I did a U-turn and drove back until I stopped at the edge of the road and just stayed there, sitting on my bike and keeping all of my attention focused on her.

She had dark hair that fell just pass her shoulders, tan skin which made me think that she was possibly of Native American descent and from the looks of it, stood possibly almost as tall as me.

She didn't even raise her head to look at me, so I got of my bike and sat down next to her. No words were exchanged for the next, maybe fifteen minutes, before she leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder.

"He broke up with me for my cousin." She said quietly with a chuckle. I lifted my hand and rubbed her arm in the hopes to comfort her.

"Could you see yourself with him for the rest of your life?" I asked her.

She turned her head and looked at me with deep brown eyes that I would love to get lost in and replied with a simple, 'Yes.'

"Well then, I guess that means it wasn't meant to be."

"What did you say?" she pulled away and looked at me with anger in her eyes. I just gave her a smirk.

"Sorry, I was lying. I just wanted something else other than sadness to be what you're feeling." I tell her.

"You… you have a horrible sense of humour." She laughs out as she nudges my arm. She stops and looks at me seriously. "Why'd you stop for me?"

"Maybe… it's because you remind me of me." I explained with a shrug of my shoulders.

She looked at me with confusion on her face. It was pretty cute. "What does?"

"I had someone once. A long time ago." It was actually two years ago, but she doesn't need to know. "They left me. Not for my cousin though, just because they felt like it."

"Sorry to hear about it."

Nudging her, I stood up and jabbed my thumb in the direction of my ride.

"You wouldn't happen to need a lift, would you?"

"My home's in the direction that you were driving, so… yeah." Before she could stand up, I leant down and placing one arm under her knees and the other under her arms, I picked her up. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?"

"What?" I asked innocently. "I asked if you needed a lift."

She looked at me for a moment before breaking out into laughter.

"You… are the weirdest person I've ever met, other than my brother." She told me while still releasing a couple of chuckles every few seconds.

I took her over to my bike and sat her down, while making sure that she was comfortable.

"Is this a Ducati?" she asked with awe in her voice. I guess she's never seen one of these in person.

"Yep, she's a Ducati Panigale 1199R, and thanks to me she goes extremely fast. I truly do hope that you can handle the speed." I challenged her.

She gave me a smirk as I hopped in front of her and wrapped her arms around my midriff, sending tingles up my spine. I keep the brakes on and spun my bike around to face the direction of Forks before turning my head to face her.

"You might want to hold on a little tighter, it gets scary." I warn her and rev my baby as I feel her arms tighten around me.

"Please, I doubt that I'm gonna get scared." She told me. Well, I warned her.

I'm pretty certain she regretted her decision the moment I sped off. There seemed to be more cars now. But that didn't bother me, in fact, it made it all the more fun. Swerving around cars, laughing at the woman's screams, and feeling a warmth settle in the pit of my stomach as she held on even tighter.

When we were almost at Forks, I slowed down and drove at a safer speed. I also felt the woman's arms relax their tight grip that they had on me.

I passed the sign welcoming us to Forks but slowed to a stop when she tapped me on my shoulder.

"Yes?"

"I don't exactly live in Forks itself." She told me while biting her lip.

"Then where do you live?

"I live on the Reservation. You can leave me here. It's just a couple of minutes' walk from here." She said as she tried to lift one of her legs over and off my bike, but was stopped by me placing my hand on that leg's thigh. "What?"

Letting out a sigh, I grabbed her arms and placed them back around me, making sure that they held on tightly. "Give me the directions." I started my bike and drove, following her directions and after a couple of minutes, I came upon the reservation. I made sure she directed me to her house, where I stopped my bike and got off before her.

"Need a lift?" I asked her innocently.

She gave me a wary look. "No."

"Too bad!" I exclaimed before picking her up and putting her over my shoulder.

"No! Put me down, right this minute." The noise we were making must have gained the attention of the people living in the house, as in the next moment, a woman that looked like an older version of the person I had over my shoulder, stood in an open doorway.

"Can I help you?" she asked in a kind voice.

"Um… hi." I waved my free hand at her before using it to point at the girl over my shoulder. "This one yours?"

The woman looked at me strangely before I turned around and she saw who it was. "Leah?"

The girl in question gave a sheepish smile and a wave. "Hey, Mum."

So her name's Leah, eh? I like it.

I placed Leah onto the ground and turned back towards her mother, noticing that there was a new addition, a younger, male-version of Leah.

"Damn, Sis. I didn't think you'd switch teams just because you got dumped." He said as he looked at me with eyes full of interest.

"What! No, we're not like that." She denied with a slight blush adorning her cheeks.

I am so going to enjoy this.

I moved next to her and threw my arm over her shoulders, pulling her against me.

"Of course we are, dear. Don't tell me you forgot about your heartfelt confession to me. It would truly break my heart." I knew how to act convincingly, but I decided not to be at this moment.

From the looks of things, Leah was blushing even more, her mother was finding this amusing, and her brother gave me a wink before speaking.

"I'm Seth, and it would be an honour to call you Sis-in-law."

I placed my hand over my chest and bowed to him respectively.

"I go by the name Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella, and it would also be an honour to call you lil' brat."

"Hey!" he exclaimed after a moment of thinking of what I said. Before he could say anything, his mother cut in, probably in the hopes of stopping us from embarrassing her daughter any more.

"I'm Sue and thank you for bringing my daughter home."

I rubbed the back of my head, chuckling a little. "That's okay. I just felt like helping her."

"You're Charlie Swan's daughter, aren't you?" Sue asked me with a small smile.

"Yeah, he's my dad." God dammit, I just remembered one of the reasons I was in Forks to begin with. "Shit!"

"What is it?" Leah asked in worry.

I hopped on my bike and started it, calming down a bit as I heard her purring. I looked to the family I surprised with my profanity. "Sorry. I forgot that I've gotta go see him. Hopefully, I'll see you guys later." I turned towards Leah and blew her a kiss. "See you later, dear."

I sped off before they could react, but I was able to see Leah's face light up. Score one for me.

It took me five minutes to get to Charlie's house. Though, that was mainly because of me stopping when I sensed a vampire. I wasn't sure which one of the Cullen's it was until I felt something try to probe into my mind. That fucker! No one is allowed to enter my mind without my permission and since I wasn't meant to let anyone know about my knowledge of these supernatural beings, I just pretended that the shoelace of the shoe that was out of the vampire's sight was undone, so as to not let him know I was reacting to him.

I left casually, knowing that this Edward Cullen didn't know better.

Walking up to Charlie's- no, Dad's door, I knocked a few times. I heard someone inside call out for me to wait a moment, so I did just that. I waited a moment and then the door opened, revealing my father.

"What do you-" he cut himself off when he saw who was at his door. "Bella!?"

"Hey Dad, got any room for your kid?" I ask cheerfully.

"Um, uh, yeah. Come on in." he stepped aside and I entered, preparing myself for his questioning.

Before he could ask anything, I saw what a pigsty he was living in.

"Before you say anything, I am going to clean this up." He wasn't able to say anything as I sped around his room, cleaning everything.

It was fifteen minutes later that we were both seated at the table with the entire of his downstairs looking as good as new.

"How have you been?" oh, I forgot that he was quite an introvert. Short questions and answers always were his thing.

"I've been good."

"And your mother?"

"Also good. What about you?" I fired back a question of my own.

"I've been doing good, as well."

We both sat there for a while, being quiet without having anything to talk about.

"Are you going to school?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go next week." I told him with a small smile.

"What do you mean? School starts tomorrow." The smile on my face disappeared the moment he said that. "It's late. Do you have somewhere you can stay?"

"No."

"If you want, you can stay in your old room." He told me.

"Um, thanks Dad." I told him as he led me upstairs and to a door I hadn't seen in years.

"Uh, goodnight." He said before heading downstairs, leaving me to my own devices.

I entered my room and felt nostalgic and happy that my dad had left some things the same and from what I could see, had changed some stuff as well.

I pulled out my phone and pressed a couple of buttons, calling someone I needed to talk to. I was greeted by a voice a loved to hear.

"Moshi moshi. Yuzu speaking."

"Hey Kaa-chan, how are you?"

"Bella-chan! I'm good, thank you. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing great, thanks."

Kaa-chan and I talked for almost an hour before I remembered why I called in the first place.

"Hey, Kaa-chan, not that I don't like talking to you, but could you give a message to Ichigo for me."

"Of course, what is it?"

"Can you tell him to send my stuff?"

"Why. I thought you wouldn't need any of your things for a couple of days."

"Turns out school starts tomorrow."

"Oh! Well, I'll get your message to him, so you get yourself some rest now, alright?"

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you too."

I hung up and put my phone on my bedside table before lying down on my new bed, falling asleep with a single thought.

'The next few years are sure going to be interesting.'

EXTRA

"Oh my!"

"What's wrong, Alice?"

"I saw myself with someone."

"Who?"

"A… woman."

"Edward is so going to cause problems when he reads your mind."

"I don't like how we're not doing anything to keep him from reading our minds."

"It's because he can't control it or stop it from happening."

"So, who's the unlucky lady?"

"Emmett!"

"What? I was serious. Who is she?"

"..."

"Well?"

…

…

…

"… Bella."

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[A.N.]

Yep, a Twilight story. Don't bother complaining about it as I will not be giving a damn.

I know Leah's a little ooc, but she just had a break-up.

Pairings:

Ichigo x ?

Bella x Alice x (possibly) Leah x ? (all depends)

I'd also like some suggestions for Yuzu. Female or male and with a reason for why.

Hope you enjoy.

Also, to freechimchangas; the requested story will take longer to write than expected as unlike all of my stories, I want to plan this one out and not just make it up as I go along. So, apologies from me.