My first story. Huh, well I got this story from my own head, and I was inspired to write it and upload it by the fan fic Karakura Cops by Alex McCullen; however I haven't really read his extensively, so I don't know how it goes from beginning to end, just the basic premise, so I am taking this idea in my own direction. Please, let me know what you think.
Bleach: Police Story
Chapter 1: New Meat
The young man walked up the steps to the police station. It was a large, white washed, imposing structure, five stories in height, international style, lacking any other notable feature other than being a large box. While it wasn't pretty, it was functional, and did its job well. The young man walked through the large glass doors into a room filled with people shuffling about, papers in hand. The room was nothing to look at: white walls, tile floor, good lighting. In front of the young man was a single concierge desk with a solemn young woman behind it. The young man noted that she wasn't a bad looker as he walked up to the desk. She was dressed in a formal police uniform of a buttoned up light blue shirt and dark blue suit jacket with a dark blue mini skirt. She was young looking and had long black hair pulled back into a braid, with her hair in front cut into very precise bangs. When she looked up he noticed solemn yet very green eyes looking up at him. She put on a weak smile, and clasped her hands together, stopping whatever she was doing with the papers on her desk. The young man noticed the name tag on her jacket said "Kurotsuchi Nemu" and brought his hand up to his head in a salute.
"Kurosaki Ichigo reporting for duty ma'am!"
The young man was a red head, a fairly rare trait in Japan, and was tall and thin for a Japanese man with his hair cut short and wild. He wore a full dress police uniform identical to the one worn by the girl with the exception that he wore slacks instead of a skirt of course. He had a look on his face of a stern young man ready to take orders, but, his eyes said the opposite…
"Well, you don't report me," Nemu responded quietly. "Chief Superintendent Yamamoto has been waiting for you. He is on the third floor, room 312. Go in and remember to be polite."
The girl pointed to a hall on the right, stating that the stair case was at the end. The young man walked down the hallway, being sure to take a good look around. Though most of the doors he passed by were closed, some were open; inside, he could many officers, their uniforms ruffled and worn, working at desks, running around the large offices. He wondered if he too would be like them, running around like chickens with their heads cut off, constantly working hard at being a desk jockey, seeking the approval of higher ups in order to get a good promotion. He reached the stair case and walked up the six flights to the third floor.
"Come in Mr. Kurosaki."
Ichigo walked in and closed the door behind him, taking a seat in the plush chair seated in front of the neat, hardwood desk in the center of the room. The man who told him to come in was staring out a large window, his back towards Ichigo. He was dressed in what appeared to be a finely tailored suit, and from the back, Ichigo could tell he was completely bald.
"It's been a long time, Mr. Kurosaki."
"Sir," Ichigo replied, puzzled.
"Have you forgotten so soon that your father worked under me, Mr. Kurosaki? I met you many times when you were younger, though you probably don't remember."
The man standing in front of Ichigo finally turned to face him. He was an extraordinarily old looking man, and in fact looked like he should have retired years ago. He leaned on a nice fancy looking cane, and wore many rings on his fingers. He had a beard that hung all the way to his waist, and eye brows that hung all the way to his mouth: all of his facial hair was white. His face and head were filled with wrinkles and he had a noticeable scar on his forehead. His body was very prominent, revealing, despite the suit, just how muscular the old man was.
As he took a seat in the plush looking chair behind the desk, he continued to speak, saying, "Where's my manners? Let me formally introduce myself. I am Chief Superintendent Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni. I am the Director of this prefecture's police forces, and of course your native Karakura Town is under my jurisdiction. The reason I summoned you here personally is not just because of your father, but because you have scored so well on all your tests and showed an unusual aptitude in the area of combat."
"So Chief Superintendent…"
"Please, just call me Chief Yamamoto."
"Uh, yes sir. So, Chief Yamamoto, you wanted me for some super special assignment?"
"Yes, but I must test you first of course. Please come in Officer Kuchiki."
A door to Ichigo's right opened and out walked a very beautiful young woman. She had short, black hair, violet colored eyes, a petite figure, an immaculate uniform, complete with black boots and a blue soft round boiler hat, and a sturdy composure. Her gaze was stern and unwavering, and she oozed confidence. She stared Ichigo in the face, clasped her boots together, saluted, and stated "Police Officer Kuchiki Rukia at your service, sir!"
"This, Mr. Kurosaki, is another fine officer we have here, and one of your new partners."
"New partners, sir!"
"Yes Mr. Kurosaki, or should I say, Officer Kurosaki. From this point forward, you are an officer attached to our Community Safety Bureau and will be given a koban in a business area in East Karakura. Rukia is one of your new partners. I know you both won't disappoint me."
Ichigo followed behind the young female officer. She walked sternly, and with immense pride, never faltering. He didn't speak to her as they walked through the building, nor as they exited the building to the rear parking lot. In fact, in the parking lot, it was Rukia who spoke to him first.
"I see you don't talk much," she says
"It's nothing like that at all. I was just, well…"
"Admiring my ass."
Ichigo blushed and turned away, realizing that he had been staring as her rear-end the entire time he'd been following her.
"No actually. I was admiring something though."
"And that is…"
"…the way you carry yourself."
Rukia smirked to herself and said, "Don't get it twisted: much of that was just a show for the old man. Truthfully, the honor in the police force has pretty much disappeared ever since the economic collapse and it got worse with world wars and the new Ultranationalist regime. There is very little respect left in this outfit anymore, though the officers like to keep up appearances. How the hell do you think a kid like you, who hasn't even graduated from high school yet, could get in, huh? It's because we are actively searching for idiots like you to fill the ranks, since what few able bodied men we have that are actually worth anything are currently deployed in the military. So Officer Kurosaki, what does bring you here to this little dead end job?"
"Humph! I'm here because my father was a respected officer, well, at least until mom died. He gave up after that."
"How did your mother die?"
Ichigo looked at her sideways for a minute.
"I don't mean to pry Ichigo, but I want to have a good idea about the mental state of the person I'm working with."
Ichigo stopped walking. Rukia did the same and turned around to see him looking towards the pavement.
"My mom, died, no, was killed, by that serial killer. You know, the famous one from a while back."
"Grand Fisher?"
"Yes, him. My dad couldn't get over the fact that his wife died on his watch. He left the force shortly afterward. I was...there when Fisher…"
Ichigo closed his fist and clenched his teeth. He was startled when Rukia reached out and grabbed his hands. He looked up and into warm feeling eyes. The stern, no nonsense feeling was gone. In one second, Rukia had become a warmer, sisterly figure. It shocked Ichigo into silence.
"It's okay. Say no more. I understand. Welcome to the team Ichigo. Come, my car is this way."
She let out a wide smile, then let go of his hands and walked away. Ichigo followed, once again silent. The girl led him to a car, a Nissan Skyline R34 GTR. It was in traditional Japan police colors with all the sirens and other bells and whistles common to police vehicles. She motioned him to get in and he did so, followed by her. He noticed how nice it smelled inside. He also noticed a small bunny head shaped air freshener hung from her rearview mirror.
"Put on your seatbelt," Rukia says as she turns the car on and shifts it into gear. Ichigo did so: just in time too, because he was pulled back in his seat as Rukia hit the gas and sped out of the parking lot.
