Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction. I do plan on making it romance, though how much i'm not sure.
Anyways please do leave some comments/reviews. I would like to know your opinions! Let me know if it's worth continuing.
Feedback and criticism is welcome!

Summary: There's a major thief in Tokyo! In order to hide his true identity, he calls himself Fifteen, and wears a lower-half face mask on all his robberies. He has another nickname too - Samurai. Always wielding a wooden katana (or bokken) while engaging in criminal activity, Fifteen or Samurai, is fast, strong and as of yet, invincible. The Gotei Agency is working hard to capture the high-value thief, but he remains unidentified and untraceable. Agent Kuchiki Rukia will join the hunt, but will her emotions get in the way? Stay tuned..

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach... sadly.


"Oi! Hurry up will you? I need to get to the shrine already! The Samurai stole again!" A red headed man named Abarai Renji rushed around the office, looking for his 9mm. As usual, Renji had forgotten that he placed it in his hip holster earlier in the morning. "Ah… here it is." He hid his embarrassment and waited impatiently as Rukia handed him his cuffs and car keys.

"By the way... Who is this Samurai?"

"...Hahhhh? You don't know?" he swung around and knelt down to face her. Too close. She could see the roots of his red hair, and his tiny brown iris'. And his tattooed face started to annoy her. Calm down, calm down Rukia. You can't yell at the newly appointed Special Agent… Even if he is your old friend.

"...W-what? Is that wrong?"

"No...well..." He stood up again before scratching his head, at loss for words. Now that he was a Special Agent he was ranked higher than Rukia. That made him happy but... What was with this out of placed feeling? It was like the distance between them had grown. While in thought, he caught his raven-haired friends' glaring eye. "Ahem. Well we nicknamed him Samurai, but he goes by the name of Fifteen as well. He's a repeat high-value thief, and we've been trying to nab him for a while now..." He really needed to go now and collect evidence, his unit waited impatiently by the car. But her fierce gaze stopped him. Those deep pools of violet seemed to pierce holes in his soul - a feeling he had become accustomed to, after first witnessing it as a kid.

"Hmm? But why Samurai? That's a pretty presumptuous nickname don't ya think?"

"Well, it's pretty inevitable. He carries around a bokken*, and has some crazy laido** moves." Renji took a roll of lamination paper of a subordinate's desk, and started waving it around, as if he were holding a sword. "I've only seen him once, and he didn't use his bokken. But not only does he knock out agents with one blow, he's apparently super fast and can redirect the bullets." He peered at his small friend. "Amazing, isn't it?"

Is that even possible? Rukia thought to herself. Besides, swordsmen were on the decline in Japan. It seemed hard to believe that a man could swat away high-speed bullets using a stick of wood, especially in this modern day and age. "That's pretty unbelievable. But he's a criminal right? I wonder if I will ever get to see him…"

"HAHAHAA, anxious for adventure aren't we?" Renji reached down and patted her head quickly as he laughed.

"Oi! Don't touch me!" The violet-eyed woman straightened out the mess.

"Like I said, he's a repeat high-value thief. And you? Your unit under Special Agent Shiba Kaien specializes in robberies." Renji pointed a thumb towards the 11th unit, which was comprised of Special Agent Kusajishi Yachiru, Agent Madarame Ikkaku, and Agent Ayasegawa Yumichika. "They've been on the Samurai case for four months now, but haven't even gotten a trail yet. My unit deals with evidence, and we can't find ANY on the guy, so it's no wonder." He grinned at her. "But your unit solves the most cases, maybe the Director will put you guys on it. I think your lucky break will come soon!"


"Ken-chan? What's up?"

"Yo, Yachiru. Just got a call from Director Yamamoto. Apparently Fifteen was seen fleeing the scene in Shibuya. Road blocks are in place, now all you need to do is nab him."

"Okayy!" The pink haired Special Agent turned to her unit. "The Samurai was seen at Shibuya! Let's go! I think catching him will make Ken-chan really happy, so don't mess up today okay?"

"Jeez it's not like we mess up, it's you isn't it!" A bald man with a fierce expression shoved ammunition clips into his gun and put it on his hip. "Last time we went to catch Fifteen you drove us the wrong way!"

"Shut up Baldy!" Yachiru started leading them to their SUV. "I'll let you drive then, no complaints right? As if you can get there faster than me!"


TEN MINUTES LATER – At the edge of Shibuya

"…Perhaps its is better if we let Ikkaku drive every time." Yumichika said quietly to his boss, Special Agent Kusajishi, who was very nearly in tears.

"Fine! But you know what? You're going to hear from Ken-chan after this!"

"You guys are from Gotei right?" A municipal police officer clad in blue ran up to the unit. "Fifteen has yet to come this way, but we blocked off every other road. This is the only exit route."

"Good job Eyebrows!" Yachiru chirped.

"…Eyebrows?" The unit walked past the confused police officer, and stood around near some police cars. Ikkaku barked some orders for at least half of the present police force to just go home. Baggage, he called them. Yumichika stood at his standby point and stared at his reflection off a shop's window. Yachiru took a seat on top of a building and unwrapped a strawberry-flavored lollipop. Taking his gun out and perching behind a car, Ikkaku grinned to himself. All they had to do now was wait for their bokken-wielding criminal.


Fifteen stuck close to the small alleys and minor roads of Shibuya, clutching two long objects in his left hand as he ran through the city. He ignored the stares of pedestrians, only looking intently for any sign of law enforcement officers. It had only been twenty minutes since he stole from the Meiji Shrine, but all the roads were already blocked off.

No, one wasn't. He was quickly approaching the only exit when he stopped quickly and examined the road. It was without a doubt a trap. Only three municipal police officers guarded the road, which meant there were some big gun agents there as well – ones that would not hesitate to shoot him down. But where? Shifting his eyes from side to side, he frantically looked for the suit-clad agents.

He spotted one quickly, near a store window. What kind of agent is that, Fifteen thought to himself. The agent had what looked like feathers on his face, and wore a strange orange neck-piece… and he was admiring his reflection. Narcissist, no doubt. Where are the others? Where? There. A pink-haired female, who looked like a child, sat perched on top of a small building. No problems there, it would take her at least one minute to get to the ground floor, and guns would be out of range. Was that it? Was there anyone else? It didn't really matter anymore, he had to run.

After making sure his lower-face mask was properly in position, he dashed towards the police. Then he took one of the long sticks and wielded it using his right hand. It was a black, wooden katana. The three blue uniformed police were the closest, and he easily struck them down, all with one big swing. They didn't see it coming. Hearing a battle cry to his right, he twirled around and stuck the bokken into Yumichika's gut. The man's usually pretty face distorted with pain before he fell to the ground, unconscious with one hit. Fifteen's ears twitched to the sound of a cocking gun. To his right? No. Left!

Turning quickly again, Fifteen saw the bald, grinning man just in time to see him pull the trigger. It's a 9mm, the masked man thought before taking his stance. The bullet seemed to move towards him in slow motion. It would have shot straight through the orange haired man's right eye, but he changed the bullet's direction with the tip of the bokken. He heard the clank of the bullet hitting a trash bin behind him. "…Nice shot there, Baldy. Now me." Ikkaku's grinning face turned into a scowl before he shot three more consecutive shots at Fifteen's face. But Fifteen moved too quickly, jumping up above the bullets and gracefully moving forward towards his attacker. He swung the bokken right down on the bald man's head. Ikkaku crumbled to the gravel just as Fifteen landed softly. After taking a last long look at the devastation he caused, he sprinted off, taking the paths least travelled.

In his dimly lit apartment room, Fifteen took the stolen object and laid it on his coffee table. Then he sat at his computer, staring at the screensaver of a rippling pond. How peaceful, he thought. Fifteen heard the front door swing open, but did not grab his bokken nor spin around and confront the intruder.

"Yo, Urahara."


So, for the asterisks!

* = Bokken = wooden sword.
** = Laido = type of Japanese swordsmanship. It's basically what Samurai use.. i think.[[[ .org/wiki/Iaido ]]] for more info!

And I think there was one mention to Fifteen being orange haired.. but since my story characters list ichigo and rukia it is kinda obvious.. but i hope you caught it!

Please do review!