Weak Assassins

Summary: International assassins/agents Rukia Kuchiki, Orihime Inoue, Rangiku Matsumoto and many other women work for an organization called Armageddon. The head master of the organization is Yoruichi Shihion. She trains and teaches her subordinates and students how to fight. The agents do as they're told and follow their head master's instructions.

On the other side, Ichigo Kurosaki, Uryu Ishida and many other men and women are also part of an organization called Asylum. The head master of this organization is Kisuke Urahara. He also trains and teaches his subordinates and students how to fight and learn the ways of a skilled fighter. This organization is trying to shut down Armageddon and kill all of the assassins of the company.

Both organizations already have a secret

…..but there will be many more to come

Chapter 1: You've done well

The sexy and feminine man-player Rukia Kuchiki sat in a chair by the open window with her leg on top of the other. Her leather skirt rose as her legs were up. Her knee high matching boots were hiding the lacy underwear which her victim so much wanted to see. She held the whip in one hand while using her other hand to make sure her gun was in her pocket.

"Hey baby," her plushy tied up victim said, "why don't you untie me so I can punish you for your evil deeds." Rukia smirked then slowly stood; making sure to tease her victim. She walked over, circled the man tied in the chair and stopped when she faced him again. The man showed that he was obviously aroused. His legs were struggling to get free while sweat slid down his face. He wanted her with a passion, but Rukia had other things in mind.

She threw the whip to the side and put her foot in between the man's legs. As he saw Rukia's white and slim leg in his face, he couldn't help but be more aroused. "I will only continue if you answer some questions for me." she said seductively. The man quickly nodded.

"How much money does your company make?"

"20 millions every 2 months. Its more than enough money for my boss to make." The man answered without thinking.

Rukia simply nodded. "Do you have cards and codes to get into classified information about your company?"

"Yes, they're all in my suitcase bag. There are even some hidden codes in my computer."

"Is there a way to get everything I need without your help?"

"Yes," he continued to answer without thinking, "all you basically need is the codes in the suitcase, but to get into my boss's volt, you're going to need my fingerprint."

"So I don't need you right now?"

The man finally zapped out of his trance. "Wait, what do you mean you don't need me?"

Rukia smiled, took her leg away from the man and got out her gun from her back pocket. "You've done your job. I don't need you anymore."

"I-I will call the cops! You will not get away with this action!"

"I will get away with this. I've been getting away with things for 7 years. You'll be my 500th killing; and the 500th bastard that I killed." Then, Rukia pulled the trigger. The gun was fired. The bullet hit dead on in the man's temple. She slowly lowered her gun then pulled her phone out of her front pocket. She pressed #2 speed dial. Seconds later, the other line was answered.

"Did you complete your job?"

"Yes," Rukia answered. I have the codes and information. I'll fill you in when I get back to the office in the morning."

"Nice work Agent 13. I look forward to your visit in the morning."

"Roger that." Rukia closed her phone then quickly left the apartment room.

People started arriving outside of their rooms and checking what the sound was. By now, Rukia was heading out of the hotel and entered the car that was waiting for her outside. She got inside the black Camaro and the driver took off. Rukia looked over at the driver and smiled.

"You've got a good smile on your face, Rangiku."

Rangiku continued to smile. "You shouldn't be talking Rukia. Based on your clothes, I'm guessing you teased with your victim. Did you enjoy killing him?"

Rukia shrugged. "I can't say I liked it or didn't like it. I just wanted to get rid of the bastard."

"I read his report," Rangiku said while stopping at a red light. "He slaughtered children and got away with it. He also raped prostitutes and either left them to die or hid their bodies in other people's apartment rooms. I see why you wanted to get rid of him."

"I was getting rid of a problem."

"I know Ruki," Rangiku smiled. "Anyway, it's almost midnight."

"Yeah, I'm running late."

"I have spare clothes under the seat." Rukia put her hand down and grabbed a black bag. She opened the bag then looked at Rangiku. Rangiku went past the now green light then looked at her friend. "What?"

"I can't wear this while going into the house."

"That's why they call those things French coats." Rukia smiled then changed into her clothes. About 20 minutes later, Rangiku pulled up into Rukia's driveway. Rukia put on her French coat, winked at Rangiku and ran toward the back door while Rangiku pulled out and drove away. Rukia got out the spare house key from under the door mat, unlocked the door then put it back. She went in, closed the door and looked around for a bunch of orange spiky hair. Even through the dark she could see the orange hair she so much loved; but it was too bad she couldn't see the side of the table, cabinet door, and wooden stairs that she bumped into the tripped over. After her constant obstacles, she finally reached her bedroom. But as soon as she opened the door, she saw a candle lit room with red rose petals on the bed.

Her heart stopped as she looked around and smiled. Just then, she felt strong arms circle her waist. She gasped then turned and saw the bunch of spiky hair she was looking for. As soon as her husband placed her down, Rukia was turned around and was given a smooth and loving kiss, which she of course returned. Minutes later, they broke apart and smiled at each other.

"Happy anniversary Rukia."

"Happy anniversary Ichigo." He bent over and kissed his wife again. Then, he noticed what she was wearing. "Where did you get the coat?" Rukia quickly looked down then back up.

"Well, Rangiku gave it to me. She said I could borrow it sense I had little to wear as it was." Ichigo nodded then kissed his wife again. This time, one kiss led to another until they wouldn't stop. Ichigo slid his hand down Rukia's shoulders then reached the front of her coat. He unbuttoned the coat then it dropped onto the ground, revealing a short, silk, lavender night gown. Ichigo's eyebrow went up.

"I changed in Rangiku's car…just for you."

"You better have," he simply said then picked up his wife and placed her on the bed. He unzipped her boots and threw them to the side. As Rukia moved her hands through Ichigo's hair, she felt an oily substance on her finger tips. She pulled back from the kiss and looked at her hand. Ichigo's lustful expression did not change.

"What's this?"

"Me and the guys had a small party. They went crazy and threw some stuff at me. I have no idea what it is though. I'm just glad you reminded me of it." Rukia smirked.

"How about I wash that out for you."

Ichigo smirked. "That sounds good, as long as I can also wash you."

"Always," she said. Rukia kissed Ichigo one last time, then jumped up and headed to the bathroom to start the water. Ichigo sat at the edge of the bed looking in the direction Rukia went in, and then he turned to his phone once he heard it vibrate. He looked at the caller ID then picked up.

He didn't say a word as the voice on the other line spoke. "Good work today Agent Kurosaki. Your skills are truly improving." The happy pitched voice came from Ichigo's head master.

"Do you have to always call with that attitude of yours?"

"Oh, someone's not very happy. Did I interrupt the lovey- dovey time between Mr. and Mrs. Kurosaki?"

"I'm hanging up now."

"Wait a minute Ichigo," Ichigo paused, "your missions have gotten better and faster. So far you've gotten rid of 7 assassins in this area in the past 2 weeks. The next few more missions will be given to you in the upcoming days. Keep up the good work and I will give you more advance assignments."

"I got it."

"And again, you've done well agent Kurosaki."

"Thanks Urahara. See ya." Ichigo closed his phone then placed it on the nightstand.

"Who was that?"

Ichigo looked up and saw Rukia leaning on the door frame with a silk nightgown that had slid down her shoulders. Ichigo was trying his best to not jump up and pull Rukia back on the bed. He merely grinned and stood. "It was my boss. He said if I keep things going for the company, then I might get a promotion."

"That's good." Rukia said as Ichigo slid his arms around his wife's hips and pulled her in. "Why don't I reward you for your many good deeds." Ichigo nodded, kissed his wife then closed the bathroom door.

But as I said before, there are already secrets that are hidden….but there are many more to come.

This is another idea that came to me. And yes, I got distracted from writing 'Powers in me' and all the other stories I'm trying to write. To the people reading my other stories, I promise I will update ASAP. I'm just getting distracted with school, house work, and social life.

To my new readers, thank you for reading this new story and look forward to more updates.

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