Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
It was always the same. I would park in the same place every day at the same time with the same car as I did every flipping day!
But that man just lived and breathed to make my life a living nightmare. I slammed my coffee cup down into my holder and quickly parked my small Kia next to the shiny Ford truck Ichigo always drove. I shoved my costumer files under my armpit and put my brif case in my mouth so I would have the room to hold the two coffees. I waddle over to the elevator and worked on trying to fix my arrangement situation. Heaven forgive anyone see me looking like a disorganized mess.
"That cursed man is the bane of my existence." I mutter under my breath before clicking the elevator button and waiting impatiently. My heels clacked on the cement.
When the doors finally opened I marched inside and hit the third floor button with my elbow because my hands were full with two styrofoam cups. When the doors opened again I tossed the second cup into the trash can. I wouldn't need it seeing as Ichigo would have already gotten the boss one anyways.
Once I got past all the desks and back into the more restricted section I had to hold up my name tag for recognition. It got quite annoying.
"Your cleared to go Miss. Kuchiki." One of the meaty guards said before opening the door.
I fixed my dress suit and tried to look as professional as I could. I proofed my hair and arranged my files tucked under my arm to look more put together.
I quietly walked past each meeting room. The thirteen different branches of the Soul Society Firm all seemed to be in session. They marketed and sold over a million different products over the world and I was proud to say I rank up in the top of the marketing department.
I had to take over for my brother when he decided to take a few years off to spend with his wife, who's health was seemingly going down hill. I would have asked to come but I had to take his place.
The other marketing team was that of Team 5 , lead by none other than Ichigo Kurosuki, the boy who landed a huge promotion into the big leagues right out of collage because his father had connections. But I wasn't saying he wasn't good at his job, that was the problem, he was to good at it.
Every possible costumer that turns me down seems to throw themselves at his feet begging for our products. It has never made any sense.
I was so deep in thought I almost hit the eight devision's Kyōraku's assistant. Nanao Ise sighed and rubbed her temples under her glasses before looking at me.
"Have you seen my Captain?" She asked exasperated.
"Have you lost him again?" I was staring to wonder how such a brightly dresses man could be so easily lost. They focused on the delivery process of the firm.
"I swear that man will be the death of me." She smiled politely at me before nodding her head in my direction and starting off for the stairs where he sometimes hid to drink and take long naps.
I finally made it to office and started patting my pockets to find my keys. I cursed my disorganized morning. I always kept them in my left breast pocket but I had to wash all my clothing last night at two in the morning and then flap them repeatedly out my second story apartment building because my dryer refused to start before exploding.
"So the perfect Kuchiki is a little scatter brained today?" Ichigo was leaning on the door frame of his office, right beside mine holding my color coded keys in the palm of his hands. "You left them in the lock." He tossed them into the air and I snatched them mid-drop.
"You should get back to work Kurosaki." I remained stoic and refused to raise my voice any loader.
"And you should get some reminders. And call me Ichigo." He smirked before strutting into his office and kicking the door shut with his foot. I think one of the mail ladies sighed.
I shoved the bright white Chappy key into the lock and tuned it angrily. The door swung open and I stomped inside and threw my purse onto the small chairs in front of my desk.
"Only that man can make me so infuriated..." I slouched onto the wooded tabletop and let out a sign. It had been a long day and it was only nine in the morning.
"I see you and Kurosaki have already been at it." Renji smiled and sat a donut in front of my face before moving my bag and sitting down. "Did you hear the news?"
I perked up and listened avidly. Work might get my mind off the stupid child next door.
"Some billionaire actor is wanting to retire and is wanting to open a few shops and things so he has something to lean back on, you know?" I nodded slightly and he continued. "Well anyway, it's not some small plan. He wants a lot of these things. The boss said whoever can get him signed gets a pay bonus, and its a big bonus if you know what I'm talking about." I chewed on my lip and sat back in my chair, all business woman.
"This could get me ahead of Kurosaki and show brother that I'm ready for him to compleatly retire." I stood up and marched to the door with a determined stance. "I'm going to talk to the Head Director about this!"
"Rukia, wait!" I stopped and turned around. He walked up and clamped his hands down onto my shoulders. "Good luck." I nodded and opened the door-
I smacked into Ichigo and stumbled backwards. I looked up furiously and went to tell him off when over the load speakers the Directer's voice crackled over the line.
"Would all districts at this time now send their representatives." The line went dead and we both looked at each other.
"That job is mine!" We both said and took off down the hallway. He was faster because of his huge legs and I was also wearing heels. I grabbed onto his dress shirt sleeve and touched the handle first.
He let out curse and as was common respect, he let me enter first. The other districts muttered and shuffled around behind us. I smiled and quietly walked into the brightly lit office. The wall to wall windows allowed the cityscape to be the background for the powerful looking man behind the desk.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto had his hands folded lightly in his lap and the speaker sat in front of him. His white haired assistant typed diligently in the corner.
"Head director." I nodded my head in appreciation but Ichigo just walked in and fell down into one of the chairs. Most of the captains looked on in shock.
"Sup old man?" He muttered and scratched his head. I shot him an appalled look. He just winked back.
"The least you can do is get your feet off my table." He pushed at Ichigo's shoes that had lefts some dirt on the polished wood. Even if I had seen his disrespectful nature before, it still shocks me to no end how rude he can be but somehow people still deal with him.
"As you all have heard an important investor has come to light." We all perked up, including Ichigo. "I have come to the decision that the two heads of devision five and six will head up this operation.
We both sat back in the seats and looked at the man like he had grown another head before looking at eachother. The other workers huffed as they left and had shut the door before we had the chance to burst out laughing.
"Sir, you can't be serious! I can get him to agree in no time-" Ichigo started but Yamamoto's fist hit the tale and made him shut his mouth.
"I picked the two of you because I need you to do something for me. I did a little background on this man, he's a real big family man, has two kids and has refused every single person that has thrown out offers."
We both raised an eyebrow, wondering where we came into this little farce.
"Notice a key word? Single." He folded his hands on his desk and placed his chin on them. "I want you to prove to him that our company is built on hard work and something he seems to like, family." Ichigo scoffed.
"We pretty much all just want to kill eachother all the time so I thing we could count as a family." His signature frown was in place, only sometimes replaced with a smirk when he was teasing me.
"He has two tickets to a couple resort- Kurosaki may I ask what your doing?" Ichigo had stood up and gotten a cup of water. He turned the tap off and brought the cup up to his mouth while gesturing him to continue. "As I was saying, you two are now married."
I shot up out of the chair and Ichigo choked on his water and started hacking into the sink. I couldn't seem to make my mouth work so instead shook my head violently.
"Um, old man, I don't think your plan will work considering Miss. Kuchiki has a stick up her ass." I glared over at him before I regained my voice.
"Sir, I respect your decision and all, but I don't think this is the best of ideas-" He waved both of their complaints away and instead handed us both glossy pamphlets and a ticket along with a thick manila envelope.
"Inside is all you need to know, we need this job you two." He lit a cigar and let it burn for a minute before taping the ash into the tray and bringing it to his lips. I refused to cough when the sweet smelling smoke drifted over to me. "I refuse to make it public that we keep losing costumers. This is the brake we need. Also... There might be a bonus to whomever gets him on our side." He looked us both in the eye. "Can I trust you?" It was less of a question and more of a demand. Never less, we both shook our heads.
"Good, I expect you to act like the married couple your suppose to be." He turned his chair around from us and I took in a shaky breath before walking out the door and shuffling down the hallways in a daze.
"Yo, Rukia!" Ichigo called down the hallways and raced up behind me. "So what do you think?" I looked up at him with my face expressionless.
"I will complete this task and prove to the Head Director that I'm better than you." I lifted my chin a little higher in the air and strutted back to my office.
I looked once back over my shoulders and watched as Ichigo's eyes snapped up from my legs and met my eyes before smirking. I imitated him when I walked into my office, I kicked the door shut with the heel of my shoe.
As soon as the door closed I slid down against the couch and into an unladylike slouch. I sighed.
"Did it not go well then?" I brought a hand to my neck to massage a knot that was starting to for at the bottom of my neck, thanks to my next door neighbor.
"It went fine, Renji. I got the job." He seemed to be happy and started to congratulate me before remembering I was unhappy.
"So what, Kurosaki yell some insult at you? I'll brake his nose for ya if you want-" I laughed a little and it sounded rough to even my own ears.
"No thank you. Directer thinks we need to work together." I tossed the case folder over and let him looked over the documents while I moved things around in my mini frige looking for the wine I normally hid behind my V8 fruit drinks.
"Ouch, that sounds harsh. Who's going to be playing your kid?" I stopped the bottle a few inches from my mouth. I looked over my shoulder in absolute horror. "I'm kidding! Kidding! Calm down!"
"I think I'm going to be sick." I sat the bottle on my desk and lay my head down on the cool wood. "Do the tickets say when we leave for this resort?" I poured a little of the liquor into a cup and swirled it around slowly, watching the red color raise and lower on the glass.
"Two days from today." He said and I clenched the cup in my hand.
"Two days?!"
I didn't want to start another story but this just popped into my head and I think I might roll with it.