Greetings, true believers. This is JP-Ryder reviving an old story that I have deleted a year ago(or months). Along with ultimate-drax(writer behind Colorful Monkeys and Pokemon: The Adventures of Lara Bane) the two of us has picked up to complete this mystery fix. This is a story about a murder mystery AU that stars Ichigo Kurosaki as a hard boiled detective to solve a murder to clear his client's name.

Disclaimer: Bleach is owned by Tite Kubo and Shonen Jump.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 1: Bang Bang, She Shot Me Down.

It was dark, the moon light shines around the night as things were peaceful at first. It was around 10pm as there is a light in the building were left on due to one person working. One of those buildings was a five story building as there are two people present, which is where the story begins: The Karakura Bugle headquarters.

Inside the building was an office. The office was wide spaced, with yellow walls and wooden floor, also a desk is placed in with a type writer, a recorder that is recording, and a lot of pen and ink. Around the desk are ten file cabinets, a window on the back of the building, The office also has a type writer, a painting, and a box of pills on top of one of the file cabinets. The office also has two doors, one on the front and the other at the right side of the wall from a certain view point of one man on his desk.

The man was too busy typing on his type writer. He was making some kind of headline for his newspaper. He was tapping away while he was talking to a woman in front of him. Said woman can be heard sniffling as her eyes were raining tears, pouring like rain drops.

"Please…you can't post this story in the papers." she begs for him as her nose sniffs.

"Sorry little lady, but I just can't." the man respond cruelly as he drinks his ice tea. "This scandal is going to make this company some bread." he said as he realizes his tape recorder was recording but he didn't care, he'll just delete the recording once he's done.

"But sir-"

"Look, this is how the world works, ma'am. The story is going to be on the next morning headlines and I could care less about your personal opinion on this. Its your own fault that the picture was made."

The woman couldn't believe her ears as she felt the world crashing down onto her. She lets out her tears pouring out of her eyes more as she shout at him "HOW CAN SOMEONE ACT SO CRUEL TO THOSE IN NEED! JUST PLEASE DON'T POST THE STORY!?"

Outside of the building, a purple haired girl was walking by across the building, holding some groceries in the time of night. Of course she knew her apartment was around the corner. As she walks passed the Karakura Bugle building, gunshots were heard from the building causing the girl to jump up in panic.

'What was that!?' she thought as she went to the nearest telephone booth to call the police. As she did so she has noticed someone walking out of the fireplace. "Hello, police. I've heard gunshots from across a building! It's at the Karakura Bugle a-a-and I saw someone coming out!"

Back inside the office of the building, the man who was type writing before is now on the floor, bleeding from the gunshot wounds to his left eye, chest cavity, mouth and shoulder. He lay there dying, as the door can be heard closed leaving the man dead. What's left of the scene was a pocket watch with a symbol on the front.

And the tape recorder stopped recording.

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Private Eye building of Detective Kurosaki Ichigo

Ichigo's POV

What a shitty month it's been. I've been having a lot of money problems recently. See, I'm a private detective and recently there hasn't been many cases to go on about. It was only a matter of time before I'd lose my apartment. I needed some way to relieve my stress so here I was, lying in the tube, warm water filled to the brim, a cigarette in my mouth and my radio was playing Edith Piaf, embrasse moi. I pray to lord that no one will come in and disturb what little peace I have at the moment. My prayers were unheard.

"Ichigo!" My secretary, Tatsuki cried out. She's a nice gall, but she be a little uptight sometimes.

"In here!" I called for her.

"Ichigo, we have a-HOLY FUCKING HELL!" She jumped at the sight of me in the bathtub. "You dumbass! Warn me next time. I'm not gonna be able to get these images out of my head anytime soon." She spat, while looking away, no doubt blushing furiously.

"Relax. It's not like you haven't seen a man naked before, is it?" I said in a monotone.

"Shut up and get dressed. Urahara is here."

My eyes widen slightly and then I groaned in annoyance. "Fuck," I hissed, tossing my cig into the tub and got up. After drying myself I put on my brown colored pants, my best pair of socks (which had holes on them) and white tank top. I went to meet with the last person I wanted to see today. My landlord. Couldn't it have been one of the mobsters I put away a few years back that was out for revenge instead. I saw Urahara standing in the door way, waving his fan in front of his face. He had an unusual set of attire. He wore a green kimono with short pants, Edo period stylish clogs and his trusty white and green colored hat. I had to pretend to be nice with this guy if I wanted to keep my office. "Hello there Urahara-san. I wasn't expecting you."

"You're late." Urahara said with a casual smirk.

"Llllate for what?" I asked, acting stupid.

"Rent money. What else?"

"Right." I said, scratching the back of my head. "Look, there's a good reason why I'm behind. I haven't had any cases lately so money has been an issue."

"That's no excuse, Ichigo-kun. If you don't pay the rent within a week then this house will be my personal green house." Urahara stated in his usual casual manner. He turned around and shouted. "Jinta, Ururu, come here." Oh great. I wonder what he's gonna take this time. Two kids, a boy and a girl, entered the building. They were equal in size but very different in appearance. The girl had black hair with two strands of hair crossing each other across her face. She had a very shy expression. The boy was red head with bad attitude kind of facial expression. "I think I'll take…" Urahara scanned the room. "…the radio."

"Oh come on! Can't you take my couch instead?" I spat.

"No way, hosé. And for the record, for each day I don't get paid I'll be back and take one item from your home. I'll see you tomorrow." Urahara said with a satisfied grin and left with his two little goons who were carrying away my precious radio and shoved it into to Mr. Hat'n clog's car.

"FUCK!" I cried out after they drove away, kicking my wall, leaving a hole in it. I sighed in frustration as my foot was now stuck in it. It's too bad not every problem can be solved with a gun.

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A 1940s porsche drove down to the Private Eye office building as Chad parked his porsche. Once he parks near the sidewalk. Chad is a tall Japanese-Mexican man who was the son of an immigrant. He wore a long black trench coat that reach his knees as underneath the coat is a red button shirt with a white bow tie, brown pants with suspenders, and church shoes. Chad gets out of the car as he walks in the private eye office, hearing Tatsuki's ranting.

'Ichigo must've done something to upset her again.' Chad thought as he gives a sigh. He opens the door to let himself in as he sees me being scolded by Tatsuki.

"I can't believe that I'm going to lose this job!" Tatsuki shouts as she walks back and forth, scolding me until she sees Chad "Oh, good morning, Chad."

"Good morning, Tatsuki." Chad respond as he place the trench coat over the coat hanger. "Where's the radio?"

"Mr. Hat-N-Clogs took it." I answered as I flickered his lighter. "Bad news, we're about to go out of business."

"Ichigo, how can this have happened?" Chad asked in his worried but monotone voice.

"Hey, don't blame me! We hadn't gotten a good case recently." I said through the stress of my voice. "Kami, if I don't pay up that zen smoking landlord, all of my stuff will be taken on each day of this week if I don't find a case!"

I see Chad giving his usual expression. This guy is like an ox; he's a strong kind of guy that is perfect for the job as my assistant. We knew each other during the force as he was involved in a case of a weapons operation. He was a troubled youth at first but he's a good person at heart as many strings were pulled to get him in the police force back then. But after I've left the force, Chad decides to do the same and became my assistant detective in solving cases.

"Anyway, where's my coffee and papers?" I request as I lean on the couch, with Chad sitting beside me.

"Your coffee's ready, but the morning papers didn't came today." Tatsuki said. Wait, what?

"What do you mean it didn't came in today?" I asked, where's my damn subscribed Karakura Bugle?

"Don't know, maybe they've stopped production." Tatsuki shrugs her shoulder as she walks to the coffee maker and hands me and Chad our coffee.

"I think it may have to do with the murder last night." Chad respond, which peaked my interest.

"Murder?" I quipped.

"There's been a shooting around 10pm last night. the Chief Editor of the Karakura Bugle was shot to death by someone. Witness reported to the cops that it was a small girl in a white fancy coat that was escaping from the building, no further reports been revealed though."

I knew Chad would expect me some case recommendations. For a while I haven't been doing some action in these cases. Most of them were to solve divorce cases and lost pets, but no murder cases. I haven't been involved with a murder case since I quit the force to do this shit.

Sure, everyone laughed at me when I became a private eye detective, as much as my natural orange hair. Some say that my methods were too unorthodox but they were very effective. The ones making fun of my unnatural orange hair were asshole cops who calls me a punk. I don't give a crap in what others say, as I go with my own way.

"Do you think it could be one of the Espada?" Tatsuki asked sounding scared for a little bit.

"What makes you think its one of those mooks?" I asked.

"Well she is said to wear white, so maybe she's part of the Espada." she explained which makes sense in a way. The Espada were nothing but a grand criminal mob gang who for some reason wears white cloathing. They're like cockroaches crawling around the street; no matter how you get rid of them there will always be more. They've known to have organized crime around the city, thanks to their leader.

"But what reason would the Espada want in killing off the Editor-in-Chief of the Karakura Bugle?" Chad asked.

"Ah who knows, maybe he didn't pay up or something. That's probably why he got whacked." Tatsuki said shrugging her shoulders.

I blew my coffee as I drink it. The hot decaf of brown liquid burns through my throat as I think about this case. I'm no bounty hunter looking for criminals, but who knows if I can get a grant for this.

"Maybe I should get to look at this case." I spoke as suddenly my ears perked up. "Did you all hear that?"

"Hear what?" Tastuki asked as she and Chad heard something that came from up stairs. "It could be that rat trying to steal our cheese."

If that were a rat, then something fell hard as I hear glass broke.

"Either an intruder or a really big rat." Chad said as he and I pulls out our gun.

"Let's find out then." I said as the three of us head up upstairs looking for the intruder.

Chad, Tatsuki and I quietly went upstairs, the two of us holding our guns up while Tatsuki had a baseball bat. As a secretary she doesn't use guns.

"Okay," I said, turning to the two. "Tatsuki, you check the bedroom, Chad will look in the bathroom and I'll check the office."

We split up and went for our targeted areas. I was amazed at how such big guy like Chad is able to sneak around without making a sound. I came up to the entrance of my office. I rounded the door way, pointing my gun at each direction but realized there was no one in sight. I snooped around a little to see if the intruder was hiding. There weren't many places to hide in this damp office. Just my desk and closet. No sign of the intruder. I went out of the office and saw my two companions standing outside as well.

"All clear." I told them.

"Clear." Chad said.

"There's nothing in the bed room either." Tatsuki said. But then we heard some noise coming from downstairs.

"Come on," I said as all three of us quietly went back downstairs. I wasted no time as I went directly to where I sworn I had heard the noise. The kitchen. I peek my head carefully around the door and saw a small, black haired woman standing there in the middle of the kitchen. Upon realizing she was unarmed I rounded the door way, pointed my gun at her and cried. "Freeze, bitch!"

Startled, the woman turned around, held her hands up and said, "Don't shoot."

"You mind telling me what you're doing here?" I demanded to know.

"I need your help." She said desperately.

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The plot begins with the detective pointing his gun at the suspect. What could this mean for the detective? Find out in next chapter!

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