Title: "Family"
Summery: A Bleach AU based on the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" movie (the 1990's one). Karakura town has been plagued by a crime wave and no one knows who or what is behind it. As Kurosaki Ichigo - news reporter for the city's largest news station - tries to unravel the mystery, he is thrown into war he knew nothing about and quickly finds himself fighting for his life.
Pairings will include: IchigoxKensei, IchigoxRenji
Warnings: Violence, mature subject matter and language, light yaoi. Some OCCness.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or TMNT, *pout*
A/N: I was feeling nostalgic the other night and ended up watching one of my favorite movies from when I was a kid, TMNT. Half way through I was struck with the urge to turn this epic movie into a Bleach fic and here we are. The fic is will mostly follow the movie with of course changes here and there to fit Bleach, this will be more Bleach than TMNT when it comes to the characters. It will also be on the more serious side than the movie. For those who have been following my other fics, Devil You Know and Promise, I want to apologize for the major delay... if you want to know more, I've posted an explanation on my profile. I'm having a lot of fun with this, I hope you all will too. :)
Chapter 1 - Underground -
The city was buzzing activity, cars honking loudly stuck in the evening rush and the side walks were teeming with people. Pedestrians so preoccupied with the need to get to their destination, no one took notice of the dark haired teen skulking next to the news stand watching the television. The stand owner always kept the screen angled so those on the sidewalk would be caught by it, the evening news drawing in potential consumers who would at the very least purchase a newspaper. It helped that the evening news anchor was a favored one in the city, the attractive young man had quickly earned himself a good reputation for concise and accurate stories. He was fearless in his pursuits for the truth, even if it meant stepping on City Halls toes, which oddly enough only seemed to endear him even more to the citizen of Karakura. The youth folded his arms and hunkered down, listening to the report absently while keeping a look out for his next mark.
"Much more than a series of small isolated incidents, it's now apparent that an organized criminal element is at work and at the moment business is good. So good in fact that there appears to be no eye witnesses to any of these crimes. With complaints ranging from purse snatching to breaking and entering, police switch boards have been swamped with the angry voices of more and more citizens who have fallen prey to the recent surge of crime that continues to plaque this city. Instead of getting better, things have actually gotten worse. Even more alarming is the baffling and often bizarre nature of these crimes, merchandise of every size and description, from skateboards to stereo systems, have been disappearing from store shelves and storage areas at an alarming rate. Even the victims themselves, rarely catch a glimpse of the thieves. Many don't even know they've been victimized until it's too late. In fact, police have yet to come with a single eye-witness, only a few vague reports of young boys or teenagers at the scenes have been filed. But whoever is behind any of these crimes one thing is certain, these are much more than just a series of random isolated incidents. Crimes without criminals, is an invisible gang at work? Who are we going to call? Unfortunately the police are the only ones available to combat what some are already dubbing "The silent crime wave" but perhaps the most disturbing silence is that coming from City Hall... That concludes this evening news report, I'm Kurosaki Ichigo, channel 6, KCity news, Good night."
The black haired youth smirked knowingly, pushing his rectangular glasses up -If only you knew, Ah!- his thoughts were quickly turning bitter. He actually knew Kurosaki personally, he'd always thought the man was annoying and short tempered but also a decent guy, however the orange haired man also worked for his father and that was a major pain. Man, he hated that son of a bitch, all he cared about was running that stupid news station and keeping himself in the Mayor's good books and that meant the he, Uryu, was under constant pressure to perform and act perfectly. He hated his father more than anything. Shaking the gloom off and returned his attention to people around him, expertly observing and spotting who would give out the best haul. Ishida Uryu quickly glanced down at his watch, he had to hurry, he had an appointment to keep and he was running out of time. Finally he spotted a man in a expensively tailored suit who had his attention focused on the swaying round behind of the woman walking in front of him. "Tch." -Too easy.- He was almost disappointed at how easy it had all become, he walked right passed the man timing his contact to the his victim being jostled by another pedestrian and walked away with his prize without a second thought. Uryu smirked at the heaviness of the expensive leather wallet, he pocketed the cash and added the wallet to the large collection he had amassed throughout the afternoon.
Looking at his watch once more, the youth sped up, he only had a few minutes to make it to today's assigned drop point. He traveled the next few blocks easily and silently made his way to the alley where the inconspicuous van waited with the back doors opened. A man dressed in white, his face covered by a white mask was waiting, arms out and ready to catch Uryu's haul. He never stopped, this was about being quick, he handed the wallets over and ran back out of the alley, taking notice of the other teens who were handing off their own loot: electronics, TV, boxes full of who knows what, anything would do. As he turned the corner he heard the doors close and the van sped out to its next stop. Uryu walked calmly, blending into the sea of people, he had a few stops to make and then he would make his way to Las Noches for his shift.
It was full dark by the time Uryu made his way to the large abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Karakura, his bag of food in one hand and his new mp3 player in the other he walked inside nodding to the guards. "You on sorting duty tonight, boy?" He frowned the at the tall man, Shawlong was such a prick, he flipped the man off but didn't actually say anything. "So serious kid, better hurry, Gin is about to start his rounds." Uryu's blood ran cold for a moment but he kept a straight face. That was one guy he did not want to run into, Gin was probably the creepiest guy he'd ever known, well maybe aside for Tossen... Either way, as much as the Espadas encouraged rebelling against the outside world, here in Las Noches, for all the freedom you had, there was some people you just didn't cross. He quickened his step and hurried to the back of the warehouse, it was his job - along with many others - to sort out all the stolen goods and get them ready for "re-distribution". He found his spot among the other teens and quietly started ripping open the boxes while chewing on his food, he ignored the white clad figures keeping watch, you didn't steal from Aizen. Uryu was so focused on his task he never noticed the tall, lithe figure pausing briefly behind him, eyes closed and the wide lipless smile.
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Ichigo gathered his things and glanced up at the night guard. "Hey Chad, how's it going tonight?" The tanned skinned man simply looked up from behind his fringe and nodded a greeting, never actually saying a word, the orange haired man smirked. "Alright, well I'm off for tonight, see ya."
"Night." The night guards deep voice echoed in the empty lobby.
Ichigo stepped out into the street, he'd stayed later than usual to finish some paper work so he was the last one left in the building. Looking around the empty street, the horrid light from the lamp post was shinning through his orange bangs making him squint. He tightened his jacket, bracing himself against the cool night breeze and made his way towards the parking lot. The orange head shuffled around his pockets looking for the keys to his old beater of a minivan when an odd noise brought him to attention. Deep brown eyes expertly scanned the area, muscles tensing ready to throw a punch or kick. Ichigo's breath caught in his throat when the noise drew nearer and out of the dark a large grey city rat shot out to scurry over to the large dumpster on the lot. "Ahh man!" He sighed and chuckled a bit, scratching the back of his head, -spooked by rat, wow- turning back he quickly gave a look around making sure no one had seen him embarrass himself.
His van was parked behind the news station's minibus, the parking lot was dimly lit by a single lamp post which was flickering badly. Finally digging out his keys and making his way around the minibus, Ichigo's head snapped up to witness several teens gutting the inside of said bus. He froze briefly, he couldn't just let this happen but he was really outnumbered, besides they'd already noticed him. 5 to 1 weren't the best odds, but maybe if he tried to act scarred he'd be able to take them by surprise and get the upper hand.
The teens started to approach, a greasy looking scuzz ball headed them and flicked out a shinning blade. "Bad timing dude."
Ichigo backed up putting his hands up. "No shit!" Maybe if he was quick he could run back and get Chad.
The grease ball seemed to catch on though, quickly shouting to the others. "Get him!"
Ichigo turned to run but was caught off guard by a sixth man, -Shit!- the sixth caught him by the arms, attempting to lock him in place. Thankfully he was familiar with this tactic and threw his head back, feeling satisfaction at the tell-tale crunch of a broken nose. He was surrounded quickly however and he was sure he was in for a rough one. Ichigo did his best to fight them off kicking and punching making contact with every hit but it didn't seem to be enough, the fuckers just wouldn't give up, he hissed loudly when he felt his forehead being sliced, warm blood trickling into his left eye. "FUCK!" He tried to wipe away the blood but it didn't work, head wounds always bled like a mother fucker. Ichigo felt the wind knocked out of him when a fist lodged itself in his stomach, grunting loudly he shot his leg out, snapping someones knee from underneath them. There was a not so manly squeal of pain and the orange haired man grinned, "Is this the best you little shits can do?" There was a loud rustling noise from the darkness, the sound of glass shattering and the only light in the lot went out.
Darkness surrounded Ichigo suddenly, he could hear people moving about him and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. He heard unfamiliar voices huffing with effort and even glee and before he could fully register what had occurred, all was silent once more. He sat on the pavement, in the dark, wondering what the hell had happened when the loud sound of police sirens cut through his thoughts shortly followed by annoyingly bright head lights blinding him briefly. When he was able to take in the scene before he couldn't help but chuckle, all six of those dumb shits were tied up like christmas hams waiting for the cops eager hands.
"Are you alright sir?" One the officers kneeled down in front of him. "Can you tell us what happened?"
"Oh...umm ya I'm fine... these guys were stealing from our news truck and they attacked me and then well I'm not sure..." Ichigo was trying to be vague, what was he suppose to say, some mystery person or people came under cover of darkness and saved his hide, hell he might as well have said Batman had saved the day.
"Sir, are you aware that you're bleeding? Do you need to go the hospital?" The officer pressed on, Ichigo finally took notice of the mans face, well man seemed oddly inaccurate, this guy seemed way to young to be cop, much less in charge of a squad. He knew this kid was in charge by the way he had barked orders upon his arrival but looking at the white hair peaking from under his cap and the youthful aqua eyes boring into his, Ichigo suddenly felt a little intimidated. He glanced at the name over the young man's badge.
"Oh ya, one of those guys nicked my forehead but I'll be alright, thanks... Officer Hitsugaya?" The orange head looked around the ground looking for a safe spot to brace himself up when he noticed the shinning silver of a blade just a foot away from him.
"Tch. It's Detective Hitsugaya, Mister Kurosaki. Well you just sit here a few minutes and another officer will come get your statement." Not waiting for Ichigo to respond, the young detective turned away quickly, shouting for someone called Matsumoto.
Ichigo wondered how the detective had known his name, he didn't remember giving it to him. It quickly dawned on the ginger that the cop must have recognized him, that was happening a lot lately and it made Ichigo really uncomfortable. Chancing a quick look around he leaned casually towards the blade and stuck in his coat before getting up, he watched slightly dazed as a new officer, a woman with long strawberry blond hair and barely contained cleavage, hurried rather enthusiastically towards him. " Oh my god, Mister Kurosaki? Are you alright?" Ichigo groaned inwardly -this is gonna be a long fucking night-.
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Sharp brown eyes and silver hair peaked from under the drainage cap, cursing silently. Kensei had been about to retrieve his knife when he noticed the orange haired man reach for it and stuff it in his jacket. "Awww man..." Not only had he lost his favorite knife but he'd left proof that they had been there, which meant he'd be in big shit once his Sensei found out. "Damn..." There was nothing he could do, so he quietly set the cap back down over his head and followed his friends, who were actually more like brothers, into the abandoned tunnels that mazed underneath the city.
Hoots and hollers of victory echoed throughout the tunnels, 3 young men were bathing in mirth, patting each other on the back while a fourth man followed grudgingly behind.
"That was awesome!" Said a slight man with blond hair down to his jaw line and severe bangs. He was wearing gray slacks, a long sleeved black dress shirt complete with a skinny white tie.
"Yup, we whooped those punks good!" A throaty chuckle from a tall dark skinned man with a large spiked afro wearing a green track suit. He pushed his dark tinted glasses back carelessly.
"Yes that was rather succesfull." Long blond wavy locks were flipped aside to reveal bored purple eyes.
The first two stopped in their tracks and turned around. "Succesfull?" They chorused accusingly, only to be waved off.
"Tch, you're no fun Rose." The short blond man sighed, continuing their trek down the myriad of tunnels. "C'mon Love."
"Ya, let's go Shinji, I'm hungry." The black man said wistfully. "Lets order some pizza!"
This time Love was met by an enthusiastic cheer from the others, except for the fourth silver haired man dragging his feet on the moist ground. "Awww man..." Kensei groaned, he was still stewing over his lost knife.
The four men came to a stop in front a simple wooden door, it was never locked because honestly who would come looking for them in these dim tunnels. Shushing themselves not wanting to disturb the peace inside their home, they filled in to find their Sensei waiting for them calmly sipping his nightly tea. Shinji led his friends to face the older man sitting in an old armchair, the man was clad in green from head to toe, his messy head of shoulder length blond hair was topped by a stripped green and white bucket hat. The ever present hat dipped down slightly covering knowing grey eyes. Shinji bowed lightly in a polite greeting, and gave his report. "We were succesfull in our first assignment Urahara-sensei. The odds were nearly even, it was rather simple." He knew he was sounding cocky but he was still riding the high from the fight.
Urahara set his cup down and flip out his fan, inspecting his pupils. "Were you seen?" His voice was calm and level but the question was loaded.
Shinji spoke for the group again. "No." The others nodding their heads in agreement.
Urahara nodded his head. "In this you must never lapse, even those who would be our allies would not understand. Our domain is the shadow, stray from it reluctantly for when you do you must strike hard and fade away without a trace." His tone was not condescending but his usual jovial attitude was taking a back seat to make sure his students understood this paramount lesson.
Kensei shifted uncomfortably, gritting his teeth he let out a groan. " I lost a knife!" He confessed angrily.
Urahara gazed up from under his hat. "Then it is gone." He said plainly, he didn't sound upset, it was merely a fact.
"But I can get back!" He almost shouted.
"Kensei!" Their Sensei spoke firmly. "Let it go."
Rose tried to put a gentle hand on Kensei's shoulder but he smack it away. The two proceeded to have a shoving match, Kensei hated being babied by Rose.
"Hai!" Urahara cut in and the two men quickly stopped, Rose turn his calm features to the sitting man while Kensei crossed his arms across his chest, grunting in frustration.
"Your Ninja skills are reaching their peak, only one truly important lesson remains." He paused briefly and sipped his tea. "But must wait, I know it is hard for you here underground but you must accept this as part of your life. Your young minds are broad, eager but you must never stop practicing the art of Ninja, the art of invisibility." Urahara paused once more, Love had been talking on a cell phone throughout his entire lesson, ordering pizza and was getting louder by the minute.
"Oh and no anchovies! You put anchovies on this and you'll be in bit trouble OK!" Love continued, oblivious to his Sensei's irritation.
Uraraha sighed and grabbed a hard cover book from the pile next to his chair and skillfully chucked in across the room. The projectile met its mark, harshly thumping Love in head. "Aikawa!"
Love finished quickly. "Uh, that'll do and the clocks ticking dude." He hung up and turned to his friends and Sensei smiling sheepishly, quiet chuckles were heard from Shinji and Rose.
Urahara sighed quietly and shook his head. "You are still young but one day I will be gone." He said seriously. "Use my teachings wisely, I suggest we all meditate now, on the events of this evening." He leaned back in his chair and breathed deeply, closing his eyes.
The serenity of the room was cut short by the sudden sound of jazz percussions filling the room. Peeking from under his hat, Urahara watched in resignation as Shinji, Love and Rose danced freely to the rhythm.
Shinjis overly large smile turned on his Sensei. "Well dancing is like meditating!" He chuckled as the older man smiled in amusement before returning to his tea. The slim blond continued swaying his narrow hips to the beat when he noticed Kensei grabbing his leather jacket and cap. "Oi, Kensei, where you goin' ?"
"Out to a movie, that ok with you?" He answered gruffly, fitting his cap on his head to hide his distinct hair colour.
"Yea." Shinji answered not really paying attention.
Kensei stormed out ignoring the other guys antics, those three could never be serious.
To be continued...
A/N2: Well that's the first chapter :) I've got this whole story plotted out already so it should come out nicely and of course, I'm always open to suggestions. I put a lot thought into who should be who, I hope I nailed it. Also, if you're curious, roughly 10 minutes of the movie equals a chapter. Like I warned above some of the characters will have occasional OCCness but I'm doing my best to keep it to a minimum and stay true to the characters "spirit" but its also nescesary to make it work with the movie. Also the ages vary to suit the story, ei: Ichigo and Uryu are not the same age.
