Clandestine

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach

Summary: 1920's Mob AU Detective Ichigo Kurosaki lives in a city filled with crime and murder but more recently then not there have been several cases of gang murders. Ichigo is Desperate to stop these murders even if it means to join the gang itself. IchiRuki for sure!

Chapter One: Manifesto

August 12, 1921

Firmly lighting his cigarette, the air around him became warmer in his cold dull office. Inhaling softly, he looked down at the papers and photos in his hand. Record music played smoothly in the background as he read over the file. They were the same old stories that had been handed into the police department the past few months. The city's gangs had become ruthless. Hit after hit, more and more bodies turning up riddled with bullet wounds. Ichigo took the cigarette from his lips for a moment to absorb the feeling of dismay and disgust.

At the age of twenty-two, Ichigo Kurosaki was one of the youngest detectives in the police force. He was known for being a fairly good detective; he won many awards and made a few speeches here and there within his career. Overall he was well respected by everyone but recently due the recent hits in his city, his role was more vital then ever, to find out who was causing all of the terrible murders.

He would be lying if he said he didn't feel any pressure while trying figure out the cases. As a matter of fact, Ichigo felt himself becoming more and more stressed over the fact that he couldn't find a single clue that could lead him to a specific gang. It didn't help either that were so many murders. Ichigo pushed his back into his leather chair and sighed deeply. If he didn't find out who were calling the shots soon, he could just as soon say goodbye to his career and good reputation.

A sudden knock came upon Ichigo's door and he immediately straightened up in response to it. The door opened to reveal a man in a long trench coat while holding a cane in his right hand. A tan hat also hid the man's face, Ichigo recognized who it was though and stood up.

"Detective Urahara."

Looking at Ichigo with a gentle smile he responded,

"There is no need to call me that, Ichigo. Please sit."

Ichigo did as he was told, feeling slightly awkward. He watched as his superior took a seat in front of him.

"You did receive my message from my assistant, right?"

"Yes, she said you would stop by later today. What's going on, Kisuke"

Ichigo questioned, becoming more and more anxious. Kisuke Urahara was a dear friend and a mentor to him. Despite this, they did not come into contact very often. Ichigo had known him since he was a rebellious teenager. He remembered the days when he wore his dirty newsboy cap and torn jeans while running into the neighborhood bullies who picked on his sisters. He could still imagine what Kisuke looked like younger when he stopped a group of boys from kicking him to death.

Whenever Kisuke came into his life, Ichigo would know something serious was about to happen, no matter where it was.

Kisuke didn't respond to Ichigo right away. Instead he picked up a file on Ichigo's desk and looked through its contents. His eyes stared at the bloody remains of people who had been murder by a mysterious gang.

"What a mess."

Not answering his question, Ichigo became a little annoyed.

"How close do you think you are to a lead?" Kisuke said looking at him.

Suddenly feeling bad, Ichigo pushed his cigarette into an ashtray to burn it out.

"Not as close as I should be… or as I have in been the past. Usually I can find out who they are because they are sloppy or someone runs their mouths to the wrong people but these murders…they're something else. From what I'm gathering, the gang who is responsible, they might be one of the big ones. They know how to stage a murder; they know how to clean it up and they have strong connections. These guys are smart, Kisuke."

Kisuke Urahara put down the file and stood up. He walked over to a nearby window and watched as rain fell down upon the gray city. Black cars ran across the street and people walked on with their lives.

"I agree. They do seem to be very intelligent."

Ichigo noticed Kisuke's expression being one of confliction.

"What are you thinking, Kisuke?"

The man with the cane slowly looked at Ichigo with brief frustration.

"There has been something on my mind, Ichigo. Something that makes me question if you are up to the task."

Ichigo stood up and could feel himself getting more and more agitated.

"What do you mean?"

Kisuke saw the fire beginning to burn in his friend with every word.

"What I am suggesting is something very, very dangerous but it is something that may help you with this case."

Kisuke turned completely to Ichigo, who remained quiet waiting to listen.

"It's not something to take lightly, Ichigo. I have trained you the best I could but this is something only a few can possibly pull off."

"Kisuke…" Ichigo voice was fair.

"If it means that there is a chance for the murders to stop, then please tell me. I've had enough of reading the same damn headline in the newspaper. I'm sick of the murders I don't understand and I'm sick of the blood shed."

"It won't be clean. There will still be blood spelt and some of that blood maybe on your hands before this is all over."

Ichigo's sharp eyes stared into Kisuke's.

"What I proposing is for you to join the gang."

A/N:

Hello! I started something new and I hope you liked the first chapter of Clandestine. I also hope to continue this soon. Please tell me how you feel about it; feedback would be very much appreciated.