-1Hey. I don't know where the idea for this story came from, it just popped into my head, and I just started writing. So I know it's not well-polished or it's not the best fan fiction ever, but with reviews, and tips on your part, and me working hard on my part, I hope to make this an enjoyable story. So have fun. Any reviews are greatly appreciated, as they feed the squirrel that entertains my dog, so that my dog is entertained and I don't have to take him out on a walk and therefore have more time to update this story. XD

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Well, only the detergent.

"Hitsugaya-taichou!" The captain in question paused and turned around.

"Orders from the chief. It's about the school mur…" Hitsugaya clamped his hand over the messengers mouth and took the piece of paper from his grasp. His eyes slowly widened, and his face paled.

"This is…" He turned to the messenger. "Have you told anyone else about this?"

"Not yet sir, but…"

"You are to tell no one else about this, do you understand?"

"But…"

"I said, do you understand?"

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"Your new assignment." Byakuya pushed a folder towards her. "You will assimilate the life of one college student of Kuchiki, Ryoko. You start tomorrow."

She stared at him in shock. "What?" She spluttered. "What does my line of work have anything to do with me becoming a college student? I haven't been in school since high school, and that was 2 years ago."

Byakuya twitched angrily. "Are you questioning my orders?"

"Not at all nii-sama." She quipped.

"You are to regard me as Captain in all business matters. You need not be reminded." He responded icily. "And you'd know the answer to your question if you actually read the file for once." He added.

Her gaze shifted guiltily to the folder. He knew that she preferred not to pour over an inch thick packet for information that could be conveyed with a few words. But she had to agree that the file was there for a reason and that analysis documents were useful. Once in a while.

"Part of your job will be to assassinate a teacher by the name of…" He flipped through the file since his sister obviously wasn't going to. "…Aizen. It seems that he's behind the disposal of four or five students in the area. The other part is the tricky part. It's to find out where the bodies of these students are. First. "

Rukia felt momentarily squeamish. It wasn't like she hadn't worked with corpses or killed people before. Rather it was the fact that a teacher would take advantage of his student that unbalanced her. Something like that was just beyond inhuman. Recovering, she picked up the folder and bowed.

"Understood." Byakuya gazed down at her through his spectacles and watched as Rukia prepared to leave the room.

"You might've noticed your rather boyish alias." Rukia stopped, and glanced at her brother suspiciously. "The class that Aizen-sensei teaches is strictly limited to the male race, so…" He put in a glare as Rukia promptly dropped the file. It was bad enough that she didn't read it, but she didn't have to throw it on the ground. "…you'll be a guy during your assignment."

"What?!"

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Rukia fiddled mournfully with her hair. Her brother had insisted that they cut her hair so that no "accidents" could happen. She didn't know why she was so upset. It would all grow back in time, and it wasn't like she was usually this fickle. But still. It was her hair.

At least the car had dropped her off near the entrance so she didn't have to walk much with her chest bound the way it was. Nii-sama had said that if anyone asked she had a chest condition. Pfft. As if anyone would believe that.

There was one thing that she did appreciate about the whole façade. The uniform was reasonably comfortable. The gray slacks provided ample room for her legs, and the baggy shirt didn't restrict her already restricted chest. As for the tie, it didn't choke her as much as the vicious stories her colleagues had told her about them seemed to suggest. As most guys didn't wear it properly, the "Captain" had insisted that neither did she. And this had solved her predicament. At least that one anyways.

Sighing, she fixed her book bag, and made for the entrance. The school was relatively big. She reckoned it'd take her at least a couple of months, maybe a semester, to go through the building thoroughly without getting caught. But that was with inside help. Who knew how long it'd take her without it, as Byakuya had made it clear that no outside help would be sent in. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice two people barreling towards her.

"Oi! Midget, move outta the way!…OI! I said move! MOVE I SAY!" Obviously the poor bastard was being ignored. Rukia smirked to herself. She wondered who he was talking to. "WHAT THE HELL. You freaking raven-haired midget. MO-" Was he actually talking to her? And who the hell was he calling a midget? Her thoughts were interrupted as a mass of orange hair obscured her vision.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you deaf as well as vertically challenged?" Rukia bristled with anger.

"I should be saying that to you, you carrot top. People usually respond to names. Maybe you've heard of it."

"Why you son of a…"The rude carrot was interrupted as a red-haired person took off down towards the entrance.

"Gimme back my ID card you…" He was gone as fast as he came. And Rukia, seething, was left to pick herself up.

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Hitsugaya was very troubled. The letter he'd received earlier was hastily hidden in his desk. What it contained…could cause the failure of the mission that Kuchiki-taichou had just sent his subordinate…his sister…out on. If he knew…he would recall her right away. His sister's life was precious to him, and it pained him to let her do these sorts of tasks.

But Hitsugaya knew that if Rukia was withdrawn now, the Company would have no chance at passing judgment on that fiend. Instead, he would disappear. Perhaps to install himself in some other area of the country, and it would take the Company another 2-3 years to find him again. Again. This was the second time that the Company was trying to pass judgment on Aizen. The first time…the first time, their colleague had ended up dead. And his skill level was high. Very high. Probably higher then Rukia's. Hitsugaya still didn't understand why Kuchiki-taichou actually gave the job to his sister of all people.

He pressed the buzzer. "Yes sir?"

"Send up Abarai, Renji."

"Yes sir."

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"Room 220...220...220..." Rukia threw up her hands in frustration. To hell with it. She was lost.

"You lost, kid?" Rukia looked up from the school map about to tell the guy off. She stopped herself because she wasn't going to kill someone that could potentially get her un-lost.

"You know where room 220 is?" The guy looked at her like she was insane.

"That's on the other side of the school. These are rooms from 500-1000."

Rukia glared at him in indignation. "That's not what the map says." She said, viciously jabbing at it.

"That's cause you're holding it backwards."

Oh dear. Wonder who her room mate is. And what is this "limited to males only" class that Aizen teaches? Remember, reviews feed the rabid squirrels. O_O