The Arrancar family has been at the top of the Mafia world for centuries, having 10 of the most gifted people in the art of killing as his immediate subordinates, Sosuke Aizen was well known as the King of Mafia. With their homestead and main base in Spain, they had an impregnable fortress and an unbeatable force that was not to be reckoned with. Aizen, with his second in command, Gin, waited in the meeting room for the group of 10 assassins, known as The Espada, to show up for the briefing on the latest news. One by one they arrived, sitting in their designated seats at the conference table that sat dead center in the huge, expensively decorated meeting room. With everyone present, Aizen began his collection of news that needed to be shared.

"Hello everyone, welcome back. I see that you are all happy as ever. As you are all well aware, none of the other families have had any complaints about our family, seeing that they would be horribly crushed if they did, so we are still at the top of the game. As usual. We did have a problem though with some of the businesses that weren't able to pay their monthly dues and were taken care of accordingly by our lovely Nnoitra."

A skinny man with long straight black hair, an eye patch, and abnormally huge teeth began to laugh. "Those pathetic bastards didn't stand a chance against me, because I am the strongest!" He said with a song in his heart. Some of the people scoffed, while others just rolled their eyes and ignored him. With him being done with his outburst, Aizen continued.

"With that aside, there is really nothing else for me to report at this moment." There were a few confused looks about the room and some were just anxious to get the hell out of there.

"Sir, if I may ask, if that was all you were going to tell us then why did you even call us here?" Another man with shoulder length, bubble gum pink hair and glasses said.

"Ah, as sharp as ever, Szayel Apporro. In fact, there is something else I do need to share with you all." Aizen leaned forward on the table, resting his chin on his hand. "The thing is, I am engaged and to be married soon." That statement raised a few eyebrows.

"...We didn't know that you were even dating, Sir..." The only woman in the room said, she was tan with short spiked blonde hair, long and beaded in a few places, and she was VERY well endowed.

"Well... I wasn't, Harribel." Aizen just sat there with a smirk.

"Then how the fuck could you be engaged? Mail-order?" Nnoitra questioned.

"Imbecile..." a short man that's skin was white as paper, shaggy jet-black hair and tear marks tattooed on his face remarked.

"What was that Ulquiorra? You want a fight? I'll beat your ass, pussy." Nnoitra spat out vehemently. Ulquiorra didn't even seem to give him the light of day.

"Settle down Nnoitra, there will be no fighting amongst ourselves." Aizen ordered with a trace of bitterness in his tone.

"Anyways, Sir, could you continue explaining this engagement?" Harribel asked, trying to get back on track.

"Ah, yes, that. You see, there was once a family, the Fabre Family, which was very close in ranking to us and very powerful as well, it is a mystery but somehow that family was entirely wiped out years ago with no survivors. When the family was still around, there were plans to join that family with this one so that there would be one powerful family reigning over all, but with the family gone, those plans were forgotten. Although, it seems there has been a girl found with the blood of that family alive. The higher ups took note of this and decided to carry on with the plans and have her marry me and become an ally, which I see as pointless since there is no one else but her remaining. The girls' name is Orihime Inoue and she is currently a resident in Karakura Town, Japan."

Aizen picked up a small remote and clicked a button that made a monitor appear behind a painting. A picture of a young girl with long, sunset colored hair and a happy smile appeared.

"Anyway, this girl has not become of age yet and if the other families that either have grudges against us or just hate us find out, they will most likely try to kill that girl. So, as of today, one of you will be assigned as her personal bodyguard until she comes of age."

It certainly looked like no one was going to volunteer for the job, from all the un-enthused looks. They were all top scoring, elite killers, none of them wanted to babysit a teenage girl, and they probably weren't going to get paid.

"Oh pick me! Pick me! That bitch is fucking HOT!" 9 out of 12 sighed from Nnoitras' comment.

"Alright, now I know who to keep her far away from..." this gained a few laughs hidden under breath and a pissed off pervert known as Nnoitra.

"Actually, I have already assigned one of you for the job." This news set everyone on edge, if they were picked they would most likely kill themselves before the job was done.

"Grimmjow, you start tomorrow." Aizen announced.

"WHAT?" A man with spiked cyan hair and eyes bluer than the sky itself stood with his hands on the table, his chair scratching against the floor as it flew backwards. "Why me? To hell with this job, it ain't me!" he complained in utter disbelief.

"Are you refusing to follow my orders, Grimmjow? I'm sure you're well aware of the consequences of that." Grimmjow clicked his tongue and sunk back into his chair, defeated.

"Alright, all of you are dismissed, Grimmjow, you stay after for your briefing on your newest job." Everyone except Grimmjow stood and walked out of the room.

Nnoitra walked past Grimmjow and slowed his pace. "Have fun being a babysitter, Grimmjow~" He patted his head.

"Eat me, asshole." Grimmjow swung a punch and Nnoitra dodged it successfully.

"Now, Grimmjow. There are only 3 things you need to follow on this mission. One: Do not let her be harmed, not even a scratch. Two: Do not touch her, she is not yours to marry but mine. And Three: you must absolutely, at all costs, not let her die. Understand?" Aizen waited for a response.

"...Yeah, fine, whatever..." He was still pouting about being picked.

"Good, now go and pack your things, you leave at sunrise."

XXXXXXX

The next day, late afternoon.

Orihime was the captain of the high schools cheerleading team and she had been dating Ichigo, quarterback of the football team, for a couple months now. Since he was a football player and she was a cheerleader it was fated for them to be together, and she really did like Ichigo, he was kind and sweet and quite strong. But they hadn't gone "all the way" because she was scared, and she didn't feel like she was ready for that kind of commitment, she was only in high school anyway.

It was Friday, which meant date night, and Orihime and Ichigo went to his house after a movie.

"Orihime, what are you looking for?" Ichigo asked with a confused look on his face, he was tall with short, spiked orange hair and brown eyes, his hair caught a lot on unwanted attention but he was strong enough to defend himself if trouble came his way.

Orihime was digging through his refrigerator with determination. "I'm looking for the horse radish or mustard..." she stood up with her hands on her hips frustrated.

"To put on your ice cream?"

She looked at him with pouting lips, "It adds to the flavor..."

He scratched the back of his head, "I don't think I'll ever understand your eating habits." With that he went to sit on the couch and waited for her. They sat in silence and watched television, cuddling like your ordinary couple. After a while, Ichigo turned his head and kissed her neck, moving up to her ear.

"I want you... Orihime."

She fidgeted and leaned back a little, a blush growing across her face. "I...I'm still not ready for that yet..."

Ichigo leaned back against the sofa. "Ugh... This relationship is getting nowhere, I'm tired of waiting."

Orihime frowned and got a little angry. "Are you unhappy with me? Just because I won't put out? Is that it?"

Ichigo sighed. "No, I'm not unhappy with you, it's just that we've been dating for 3 months and it's about time that we have sex."

She stood with her arms crossed, "I'll be ready when I'm ready..."

Ichigo stood too, "I wouldn't be pressuring you like this if you weren't such a tease!"

He immediately regretted saying that. Orihime looked taken aback, her mouth hanging open and tears welling in her eyes. She turned around and stormed out of the living room, grabbing her things and heading for the door, she didn't stop when he was rushing after her; she opened the door and ran.

After a couple minutes she slowed down to a walk, he only lived a couple blocks away from her apartment complex and she loved the night air, it helped her calm down. She had started to feel distant from Ichigo, but she never knew he would take it that far. She shook her head and wiped away the tears streaming down her face, she had to be strong or she'd never survive, it was tough living alone, she didn't need any more problems.

It was only another block to her apartment, where she would wrap up in a fuzzy blanket, with garlic bread and bean paste, and watch whatever soap opera was on at this time of night.

But something felt odd, it felt as if someone was watching her, she thought it was probably Ichigo coming to talk to her. She turned around to tell him to go away, but all she could see where two huge men closing in on her, and fast. She didn't think it was best to stop and ask them about the weather, so she turned back around and quickened her pace, she could hear footsteps behind her falling faster. She began to sprint in a dead run, but before she could turn the corner, another man appeared from an alleyway and grabbed her, almost knocking her down from the force.

The others caught up and one with scars all over his face grabbed her chin and brought her face up close to his. She could smell the alcohol and tobacco in his breath, she wanted to puke.

"Is this the bitch?" the one holding her said.

"Sure looks like it, fuck she's hot. You wanna mess around with her a little bit?" He hooked his finger in the collar of her shirt and pulled down an inch, she started kicking and thrashing trying to get out of the other's grip.

The third one finally spoke. "No, you had your fun with the other two girls we caught on the way here." Orihime turned pale. "It's better to just get this over and done with."

The one in front of her grunted, "Fine, though it's such a waste." He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a butterfly knife. Her eyes widened and she froze. "Now, be a good little girly and don't scream, or I'll cut your tongue out first." He brought the knife close up to her neck, making a small cut in the flesh, she was choking for air, squeezing her eyes shut and hoping that it was just a bad dream and would all go away.

She heard a crash, but payed no attention to it.

"What the fuck?" The man holding the knife turned around just in time to be sent flying back and crashing into the wall of the building behind him. The man that was holding her pulled out a knife of his own and also pushed it against her throat.

"You come near me and this bitch dies." The vigilante took a step back and put his hands up in surrender.

"Who the fu-" midway through his sentence, the vigilante reach behind his back and pulled out a gun at a speed that she couldn't even follow and shot the man holding her square between the eyes, then pointed the gun and shot the other two men without even turning his head before the first even fell to the ground.

With Orihime being free, she lurched over on her hands and knees, weak from the adrenaline rush and felt as if she was going to be sick on the sidewalk. She saw a hand come into her field of vision and took it for support. Once she stood on wobbly legs, she followed the hand to the arm, the arm to the shoulder, the shoulder to the neck, and the neck to the face of her savior.

Her first thought was 'He's definitely not a local...' when she saw the cyan hair and bright blue eyes, and judging from his clothes, dark jeans, a black shirt and a leather jacket, he seemed like a normal person. Although a normal person couldn't move like a ninja, or kill people without a second thought.

"You're Orihime Inoue, right?" he asked her, she snapped out of her trance, and not feeling up to it to talk, she nodded. "Good." She blinked a couple times, since when did she become so popular amongst strangers? "Starting now, I am your personal bodyguard."

...Say what?

So I read through this again months after I wrote this and my first reaction was to bang my head on the table from how horribly it was written. I don't think I've ever been so disappointed with myself before in my entire life.

But it's okay, because it's being re-written! When it's finished, then and only then shall I update with a new chapter.

And I apologize fully for the wait on this story, I got a bit too wrapped up in the Hetalia fandom.

Please be patient with me!