Rukia Kuchiki worked at Zangetsu corp. One of the biggest corporation in Japan. Her boss was Ichigo Kurosaki, the youngest, man to ever control Zangetsu. Besides hearing about him, from the news, or her friends, she has never really met him or seen him for that matter. She couldn't even tell you how tall he was or what color his hair was. The man was practically a stranger to her, well he was.
She had been working at Zangetsu corp. for three years now; she is currently twenty three seeing as she graduated college earlier than the average student. She was valedictorian at her high school, and she has never had a boyfriend. She was too focused on school and her education to ever notice guys. They just simply were not worth her time, and from the ones she has seen an met she did not regret her decision one bit. They were either too clingy or distant. While other's were arrogant assholes who had their heads stuck so far up their asses that they couldn't tell the difference between a dream an reality.
According to her friends she needed to loosen up and enjoy life. They said, and I quote, "You don't know what you're missing babe." But as the saying goes, you can't miss what you never had, to which Rukia fully agreed.
Speaking of friends, she had two best friends who were Tatsuki and Nel. She had known them since she started working at Zangetsu corp. and they had been inseparable. None of them were dating anyone at the moment, they just wanted to enjoy being single for the time being before being tied down.
Here in Zangetsu corp. there were two people just below the boss of the company, his wing men if you may, and they were Renji Abari and Grimmjow Jaggerjacks. And from what she heard they were the corporations biggest playboys, but according to the women they hooked up with, the experience was worth it.
Rukia was now having her lunch break with her two friends in her small office. She was sitting at her desk and they were sitting next to her with their feet up on her desk.
"So what should we do tonight?" asked Nel with a big smile on her face.
"I don't know, what do you guys think?" asked Rukia as she leaned back in her office chair, and looked at her two friends taking a sip of her strawberry smoothie.
"How 'bout we watch a movie and order some pizza?" suggested Tatsuki off handedly.
"Love it, I am too tired to do anything else tonight." said Nel as she dramatically placed a hand on her forehead.
"Yeah right, you're just too lazy to think of anything else." said Rukia knowingly as she smiled at her friend.
"True." agreed Nel as they all started to laugh.
Continuing their pointless chatter, with the occasional bickering and laughing, the girls finished up their lunch.
"Don't forget to bring the movie this time."
"I won't."
"Sure you won't."
"Come on Rukes, have some faith in your dear old friend. I am not that forgetful." pouted Nel as she crossed her arms under her chest.
Rukia shook her head, but before she could respond someone came on the loud speaker.
"Rukia Kuchiki, please report to the bosses office immediately!" demanded the voice.
"Wow, he sounds mad." said Nel with a worried voice.
"I wonder what the boss wants you for." said Tatsuki with a curious look on her face.
"I don't know, but I guess I am going to find out." said Rukia with a sigh as she stood up heading towards the door.
"Be safe." said Tatsuki as she waved her off, and started to drink the rest of her soda.
"Tell us the details when you come back." said Nel with a mischievous smirk.
"Yeah, yeah." Rukia waved them off before walking towards her boss's office.
A million thoughts were running through her head. Was he tall, short, fat, skinny, ugly, cute, sexy, grumpy, perverted, nice, mean, stuck up...wait why is she thinking about these things? Why does she even care, it's not like they could ever be together anyways. Ugh, she was doing it again.
She got into the elevator and pressed the number 15. The doors closed and she closed her eyes for a few minutes, to try and calm her nerves. It was just her boss. Was what she told herself, so she wouldn't be so nervous, but it wasn't really working seeing as how the elevator had stopped for a good five minutes and she was still on it. Rukia just shook her head and fixed her clothes.
'I hope I'm not getting fired.' she thought to herself with running a nervous hand through her hair as she got off of the elevator.
When she got there she took a deep breath and mustered up all the courage she had, straightening her back. She then knocked on the door and waited for a response of enter, or a simple 'who is it?'. Anything along those lines.
But. . . .there was no answer.
She knocked again.
Still no answer.
"Hello?" she said wondering where her boss was.
No response.
She just sighed and leaned her back against the door.
"Great, he's not even here." she mumbled to herself.
"Sorry I'm late." apologized a deep and husky voice walking down the hall way towards her.
Rukia looked up in surprise at the tall and young man. He had bright orange hair that tease his amber eyes, he was lean, but he had muscles. From his shirt she could see that he had strong arms and maybe a six pack, she wasn't sure, but it was somewhere around there. He was wearing a white dress shirt, with black slacks that were low on his hips paired of with shiny black Armani dress shoes. His tie was loose and he wore a big silver watch, with small diamonds in it. He was hot in her opinion and all she could do was stare. She has never seen someone as unique as him, but at the same time he was appealing and sexy. He had this mysterious and cool air around him.
Then and there she knew there was more to Ichigo Kurosaki than she saw, but she would save that for another time. Not that it was any of her business, but still she was curious. And she promised herself she would know and figure out what it was that just drew her to him in that instance. It wasn't normal for her to be so curious about one person.
"Are you okay?" asked the man.
"Uh, yeah sorry." replied Rukia as she got off the door so he could open it.
"It's alright, come in, I have some things I'd like to discuss with you." said the man as he sat down in his big black and red leather chair behind his wooden oak desk.
Rukia examined his face, and stared into his eyes, but he showed no sign of what he was feeling, so she had no idea if he was angry or not. He was just so confusing and closed. She felt frustrated because she didn't know what to say or why she was in his office in the first place. She was normally very good at reading people and she usually said the right thing at the right time. So, why was it so difficult now?
Rukia shook it off as she walked in and closed the door behind her. She then stood in front of him and waited for him to say something.
"As you know Leah Mankaki, has retired, which means I am in need of a secretary." said the man in a husky voice getting straight to the point.
"Yes, I know sir"
"Good. I was wondering if you wanted to be my secretary."
"Well . . . ano. . ." Rukia didn't know what to say.
"You'll get a raise, and you get to keep your old office if you want to, if not you can take the office next to mine, as well as a three month paid vacation every year." persuaded Ichigo.
"What's the catch?"
"There is none and if you want Ms. Kuchiki, you can try out the job for a few months. If you don't like it you can go back to your old job." said Ichigo reassuring her that even if she didn't accept the job, she would not be fired, demoted or anything along those lines. She was perfectly fine, it was her choice. He wasn't going to force her, if she said no she said 'no', end of conversation.
Looking him in his eye, she inwardly shrugged. It couldn't hurt.
"Fine, it looks like I will be taking you up on your offer, Mr. Kurosaki."
Edit: 2/7/12
*I know it's in Japan, but I am not gonna use any honorifics at the ends of their names, though some Japanese may be placed within the story.
For this chapter it's basically the same concept, I just changed a few things that I was unhappy with. I might edit it again in the future but for now this it. Thank you for reading, and review at your own risk, ;)
~Rukes