Disclaimer: I do not own bleach or any of the characters and all credit is respected towards Tite Kubo, Creator of Bleach.
Mature, Ichiruki Content to come! Enjoy... because I sure hell am. This chapter along with the next few may be more so of an introduction. But enjoy the concepts!
The violet eyed petite stared out of the window with no particular effort in her gaze, viewing the daytime scene of tokyo's cityscape. It was twelve O'clock, as displayed on the large digital time viewer positioned above the lift door at the end of the top floor office, and Rukia Kuchiki sat on the lounge in silence, with once again, no particular desire to do anything. She ignored the ticking of the clocks placed on the nearby glass desks, as did she ignore the pointless, stupid chat between the group of males crowded around the desk computers. She stated a stare that exerted not much of interest towards anything... but a simple, speculative stare all the same.
Can't there be a little fucking excitement round here? She muttered internally for the thousandth time.
She, along with two other females and five other males worked together in this top floor of a fifty-story Glass complex. They were a team, situated in a specialised department of their company.
Rukia Kuchiki had worked for Soul Security, or the S.S for two years now. The S.S, founded by billionaire and former Japanese Government Police official Isshin Shiba, had been in service for over fifty years, both working as a global security service with an elite team of Specially trained security guards and soldiers for escort and Celebrity, politician and royalty, and a companion of the Japanese police force with assistance in case after case and terrorist threat countermeasures.
The S.S consisted of five main departments, the Head department, Forensic and engineering department, Legal Department, Foreign Trade department, and the Field department. The Head department ruled over the other four, and centred around the decisions and orders made by Shiba Isshin, who had the final say towards actions taken for the company and for the associated services. The forensic and engineering department worked immensely over the formation of new weaponry, technology and equipment formulated for the Security guards and their escort and other services, and were also responsible for the analytics and observations and reports made from samples and subjects taken directly from crime scenes, to hence conclude their respected cases. The legal department were responsible for legal protection, custody and the rights of victims in their cases, along with holding responsible for all paperwork and client needs overseas for specific escort and protection requests from the S.S guards. The foreign trade department were held accountable for all produce, products and purchases made for the headquarters and devised the most efficient of purchase plans for weapons and other needed items.
The field department, comprised of five hundred, immaculately trained S.S guards, were the individuals to carry out their assignee escorts, assist in the regulation of riots and worked alongside and in dominance to the police during terrorist attacks. They were simply required to be perfect in every and any way possible.
But among these five hundred perfect fighters, were eight individuals above them all. They were the most elite of the elite, the strongest, the smartest, the quickest, and the deadliest fighters of all. They were the Soul Eight, or the S8.
The S8 were formed by Shiba Isshin himself; specially chosen figures that he foreshadowed as his perfect army, and his trump card, and they did not perform anything less in their roles. He had spent millions of Yen to train and form them into his perfect army, and he knew they were his best investment yet.
They were impeccable, fierce and ruthless fighters, with bone made of fire and rock and every naturally dominant entity in existence, and they possessed the most engineered minds, logically perfect thought processes that reflected entirely in the quality of their services. They were singlehandedly one of the most precious things to him, emotionally and physically, as he had saved each and every one of them from their past, torturous lives, including the petite.
Rukia Kuchiki, was a member of the S8.
A proud member.
The violet eyed petite turned her head back, slowly to glance at the group of men laughing hysterically at each other. She felt her mood deflate.
They were an annoying bunch, for sure. Ikkaku Madarame, a bald, slit eyed thug with a constant attitude, Shuhei Hisagi, a boisterous, bold and bluntly flirtatious personality with an obnoxious sixty-nine tattoo on one of his cheeks, Yasutora Sado, an enormous, tan figure with a heavily silent, deep, yet caring voice, Yumichika Ayasegawa, an obnoxiously arrogant and aesthetically refined stylist in the work field, with one lock of plaited hair, and Renji Abarai, a relaxed soul with alarmingly dark red hair and an entire tribe of tattoos situated on his face and body. All five were tall, lean and built, but Sado the most.
Weird? Loud? Bold? Big-headed? Check, check, and check, apart from Sado. And who walked in from the entrance lift as she mindlessly thought about all this crap? The other two.
Rukia turned to the two females coming in, one with a girly catwalk, and the other with a crisp, but casual stride.
Rangiku Matsumoto and Shaoilin Feng, but namely called Soifon. Rangiku, a tall and gorgeously busty model of a women with strength, flirt an dignity, and Soifon, a tall, yet slender narrow eyed female with the essence of a ninja in her work performance and her voice.
Rukia herself didn't have much to say. She was petite, short, but built strong, moulded with creamy pale skin, possed a somewhat prominent curve to her frame, and sported a beautiful set of facial features to match her violet eyes, especially her soft, pink lips. She was often mistaken for the person to be escorted.
And together, with Rukia, they were the S8. Like a big old, happy family.
"So, who's free tonight?"
"Yeah... I think we're all good."
"I have one escort in an hour... but I'm free this evening."
"Yumi... cancel that dumbass gay fashion show you're going to."
"It's a men's fashion show, Ikkaku."
"Still gay."
"You'd think changing your boxers would be gay... dirty ass."
"Shut the hell up! You wanna go?"
"What's wrong with you? Man... lower your voice."
"Who the fuck asked you to get involved Soifon?"
"I asked myself."
"Ugh... you guys. Shut up! Chad can't even write his report up... he hasn't even written another word since we left. Stop distracting him!"
"Your tits are distracting, me, Ran. Put em away."
"Who cares if they're out, Shuhei?"
"Has any criminal actually stopped trying to resist because of you and... your tits?"
"What, Like because they're big?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah.. once actually. Basically what happened-"
"Rangiku, Shuhei... shut up for a second."
And Rukia could feel the tall redhead towering over her and the lounge, less than a metre away. His fingertips massaged the top of her head, and momentarily, Rukia could feel herself falling asleep to the sensation.
Great.
"What's up with you now, moody?"
"I'm never moody," she mumbled, moving her head towards his fingers in awe of their relaxing touch.
"You're so quiet... quieter than Chad. Which is technically a record. You're usually saying something... so what's up?"
"Nah... Nothing. I've been thinking though."
And supposedly, the other six had fallen silent after hearing her last sentence, as if they had heard her voice for the first time in interest.
Rukia let one pale hand prop her up from the lounge, grip onto the backrest and thrust her into the air, landing perfectly on the floor behind the seat. She shoved both hands in her pockets and leaned gently against the backrest, facing the other seven.
"Isn't it get a little boring around here?"
Ikkaku kissed his teeth in annoyance.
"That's all you were gonna say?"
"Yeah, but can you disagree?"
"It's pretty obvious it's getting boring around here. We need like, a fresh face, or someone new in the building to bully."
"Bully?"
"Yeah... or hang out with. Whatever."
Soifon screwed her water bottle cap on and tossed the drink between both her gloves hands.
"Well... you know, I did hear something yesterday morning. Something from Shin's meeting room," she commented in a sly and cunning tone.
"What?" Shuhei, Chad, and Renji echoed together.
"Well... Shin's wanting to bring his son into the S.S. Apparently the kid wanted to work here for a while, something about work experience? I don't know... but he's got his kid coming here, for sure-"
"HE HAS A SON?!"
"I didn't even know he was married?"
"Wait wait... why hasn't he told us he has a son?"
"He has two daughters, too."
"DAUGHTERS?!"
"Hey... Shuhei. Shut up. We all know he has daughters, he told us once in a meeting but no one was listening."
"Damn..."
"Wait... how old is his son? Oh my god... what if he's good looking? Can you imagine me becoming Shin's Daughter in law-"
"So what?"
The other seven stopped talking and looked back at Rukia, who shrugged her shoulders.
"What did you say?"
"I said 'So what.' But for real... what's the big deal? He's got a son... so he's got a son. What's so amazing about that?"
Rukia didn't see where all their fuss was coming from. Sure, if this kid would supposedly come in and ask his daddy to change things in the company, or if he came in and kicked out one of the S8 by asking Isshin, then it'd be a fuss. Or positively, even, if he were a magician, or a sports car dealer, or some kind of fun guy that could come in and crack jokes tailored to all their individual senses of humour. Then it would be worth the interest. But they had no way of knowing... so who the hell was this kid?
"I can imagine it being some snotty, bony teenager who gets boners looking at people on the street or some weird shit like that..." Rukia scoffed, walking over to Yumichika and running three fingers through his freakishly, perfectly straight hair.
"Well... why don't you make it interesting, Ru? This could be entertaining... you never know... I heard somewhere that this kid is famous. Like, world renown famous... so he could be literally anyone. Go have some fun. You guys could be friends, you still never know."
"There are better things to do, Soifon."
"And that's exactly why you don't have fun, Ru. You don't put time into things."
"Why should I? What's the point?"
"You'll never find the point unless you try."
"I'm not fucking sixteen. I'm twenty. There's no way I'm making friends with some high school kid, just cause' he's his son."
Soifon rolled her eyes and snorted under breath, as if she knew something Rukia didn't.
"Well, whatever. We're all drinking tonight, right? Palm Club?"
"You mean porn club, Ren?"
"Palm club. Shut up, Shu."
"Hell yeah. I've been waiting for so fucking Long to drink... we're never allowed cause of work, anyway."
"I'm not going to drink."
"Of course you aren't Chad, but at least have some of the girly stuff like rosé or champagne with Yumi. I'll buy."
"Thanks, Ikkaku."
"Yo. Ru... you're coming, right?"
Rukia cracked her knuckles near Renji's ears, to purposefully irritate him.
"Sure," she smirked.
Little did she know, that Isshin's Son would do more than just liven things up at the S.S. But she would have to find out after tonight's round of bitter alcohol and illuminated atmosphere at the Palm.
It's a start! I really do hope you enjoy this as much as I am writing it... I would GREATLY appreciate any reviews or reads!
Blake-San. Xxx