Illegal

Summary: It's 1925, the Prohibition Era. Sosuke Aizen is the most feared Mob Boss in Japan. He rules Las Noches with an iron fist. Not even the cops can stop him. Orihime Inoue goes undercover to try and find a way to bring him down. In a world of prostitution, bootlegging, drugs, lies and secrets, will she be able to survive?

So, this is a slightly different fic from what I'm use to. It was inspired by a picture I saw. The facts will probably be half true, so don't kill me if I make up stuff. This will be a side project of mine...I hope no one has done anything like this. I will update slowly for this. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach

Orihime Inoue walked briskly through Karakura. Her heeled shoes clacked on the pavement. Unlike most young women in this time, the twenty-one year old had long hair that framed her face and went past her shoulders. She wore the fashionable cloche hat, her's in white, and a knee length, baby pink dress. On the collar of her dress were two turquoise flowered hairpins.

"I'm so late. I hope Yamamoto won't be too mad," she mumbled to herself. Orihime headed into a building marked: Police Station.

"Good morning, Orihime," Rukia Kuchiki called out. The dark haired woman had short black hair in a bob like style and large violet eyes. She wore the standard police uniform - a black, collared, button down jacket. A white, button down shirt underneath. Black pants and black shoes. Her gun holster was underneath the jacket, hidden from view.

"Morning, Rukia," she greeted. Rukia was one of the few female officers, because her brother, Byakuya Kuchiki, was one of the head officers, she was also on the force. She worked hard and had gained most of the other workers' respect. Orihime only worked at the police station as a secretary.

Orihime rushed into the main office of the head police chief, Genryusai Yamamoto. The police chief was an old man in his late 70s early 80s. He had no hair on his head, but had very long eyebrows and a long beard. Orihime often wondered if all his hair migrated to his eyebrows and beard. The man was scary; he had an authoritative air around him.

"I'm sorry I'm late, sir," she apologized and bowed. The old man only nodded behind his desk.

"Sit, Ms. Inoue," he ordered. Orihime plopped down in one of the uncomfortable chairs in his office. She fidgeted as the sound of his clock filled the room.

"Kurosaki is late," the man grumbled. Orihime was surprised. She thought the chief wanted to see her because she was caught eating on the job. She wondered what Ichigo Kurosaki had to do with any of this.

Ichigo Kurosaki had been her long time crush. He had orange hair and fierce brown eyes. Orihime thought he was very handsome. He could be a little hot headed, but his heart was always in the right place. Six months ago, he and Ruki had announced that they were engaged. Orihime felt her heart break into little pieces. She knew her love for him was unrequited, but it still hurt when she found out he was marrying a person she considered her friend. Slowly, but surely, her broken heart healed enough that she didn't break down when she saw them together.

"You're late, Kurosaki," Yamamoto said. Orihime snapped out of her daydream and smiled as Ichigo hastily sat down. He gave her a brief smile before turning his attention to the chief. Yamamoto looked at both of them and then cleared his throat.

"As you know, Sosuke Aizen is the the most notorious Mob Boss in Japan and he has a firm grip on Las Noches. He has been selling drugs, alcohol, and prostitution for a while. His biggest customers being over seas. Recently our intelligence found that he was to meet with a woman who had something he wanted. Of course we found her and apprehended her a few weeks ago. No one knows that she's no longer alive," he paused.

Orihime was fascinated by this story. She had read a few reports on Las Noches and their Mob. She shuddered at the thought of ever meeting the man who was responsible for many murders, disappearances and illegal dealings.

"Wait, what does this have to do with Inoue?" Ichigo asked. He narrowed his dark eyes at the old man. Ichigo, himself, worked on the assignment to find as much information on Aizen and his dealings. Orihime wondered the same thing. She had no work on the police force except filing reports and bringing people coffee.

"I was getting to that, Kurosaki. Now that the woman, Himeko Barabasa, is gone we have an advantage. None of Aizen's men or himself have seen the real Himeko. She uses disguises whenever she met them. Of course she did give hints on what she really looks like. Take a look at this picture." Yamamoto handed a the picture to Ichigo. Orihime leaned over the chair to take a look.

The woman in the picture was very pretty. She had large brown eyes framed with long locks of burnt orange hair. Her breast were large and she had a slim waist. She wore a bustier one piece and very high heels. She looked innocent enough, but her eyes held a secret.

Ichigo suddenly slammed his hands on the desk. "No fucking way! You will not send her in there!" he shouted. Orihime looked back and forth between the two men. The woman looked a lot like her, but she didn't understand why Ichigo had gotten so angry.

"K-Kurosaki-kun, please calm down," she whispered. Ichigo glanced at her and then glared back at the chief.

"The bastard wants you to go undercover as this Himeko. He wants to send you into danger! Why not have someone else do it?" He gritted his teeth.

Orihime's eyes widened at the thought. Why would he send her? She wasn't trained to go undercover. She would most likely blow her cover for them. Yamamoto looked at the orange haired man with a calm expression.

"Unfortunately, Rangiku Matsumoto is on another assignment with Gin Ichimaru. Ms. Inoue is the only one who looks anything like this woman. We want to bring Aizen down before he gains even more power. The package Himeko was going to deliver is some kind of box. Unfortunately we can't open it. We've tried everything to get the box open, but it is resistant. I believe that she is up to this job. She can infiltrate the Mob and get information that we can't," he stated.

"I-I don't know. I'm not trained for it, sir," she argued weakly. Orihime wanted to help anyway she could. If going undercover would put an end to Aizen's terror then she was willing. Only Ichigo would stand in the way.

Ichigo grabbed her arm and started to pull her out of the office. "She's right. She can't handle a job like this. Go find someone else to do it," he growled, before slamming the door closed. They got to the front and he let go of her arm. Rukia raised an eyebrow at him.

"You might lose your job," she pointed out. Ichigo just growled. Orihime didn't know what to do. She rubbed her arm and laughed nervously.

"I don't know what the old man is thinking! Sending Inoue out to face danger like that!" Rukia rolled her eyes as he continued to seethe.

"Orihime isn't a little girl, Ichigo. I think she can decide what she wants to do. She's more than capable to handle an assignment," Rukia said. The dark haired woman had no idea what kind of assignment Yamamoto wanted her to go on. Ichigo shook his head and stormed off to the break room.

"Maybe you should try to calm him down," Orihime offered. Rukia sighed and followed the man. She kept mumbling how stupid he was. Orihime smiled as she went behind the front desk. Ichigo was only trying to keep her safe. She sometimes got annoyed when he would tell her she wasn't up to do certain things. She wasn't breakable, but Ichigo never saw it differently.

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Orihime stretched and yawned. She had filed all the reports in the proper order. Taking out her lunch bag she grinned at the thought of eating her ham and cheese sandwich with mustard, whip cream and hummus. She headed to the break room and paused when she heard murmuring.

"She isn't up for that kind of thing. She doesn't know the dangers that go on in a Mob. I mean, Inoue is so innocent," Ichigo said. Orihime frowned; she had thought that Rukia and him had left. They were talking about her.

There was a sigh. "Well now that I know what the assignment is, I have to agree with you. Making Orihime go on an assignment like that would ruin her. She's so fragile, especially after the death of her brother," Rukia mused.

Orihime tightened her hold on her lunch bag. She knew all her friends treated her like she was some china doll. She wasn't, though. Orihime tried to be more adventurous by dressing like all the other women. Rangiku had helped her change her wardrobe. Even though she was twenty-one, everyone still treated her like she was a little girl.

Orihime squared her shoulders and walked back to the front desk. She placed her lunch bag on the desk and headed to Yamamoto's office. She knocked once. There was a brief silence.

"Come in," he said. Orihime hesitated at opening the door. Once she did, there was no turning back. She breathed in and then out. Fingering the hairpins at her collar, she firmly took the handle and opened the door. If Yamamoto was surprised to see her, he did not show it on his face. Instead he nodded for her to sit down. She closed the door and sat down.

She looked him squarely in the eyes. "Sir, about that assignment..."

That's it. I promise the next chapters will be better. This is sort of an introduction. Hope you all enjoyed.

Kitkat d(^.^)b