Sento.
It was a dark, dreary night. There was a cloudless sky hovering above the forest. Trees danced in the wind, owls hooted in the distance and foxes scavenged the grounds silently for a midnight treat. Unfortunately these beautiful woods held a secret to the murder of Miss Orihime Inoue. The two unlikely pair who were determined to solve this murder was FBI Special Agent Ichigo Kurosaki and world-wide know author Rukia Kuchiki. Ichigo Kurosaki. Twenty-six years old, six foot two, scorching amber eyes and spiked orange hair. Yes orange. It wasn't a wig, it wasn't dyed, it was just naturally orange. He was well built from the two years of training and fighting he did in the war that he was forced into by his uncle and sergeant Kenpachi Zaraki. After his mother died because his home town was bomb by terrorist , Ichigo found no other reason to stay at Kurakara. So after the war he decided to move to the out-skirts of Japan. He became a FBI Agent shortly after moving and with the skills he had from being a sniper for two years from the war, Ichigo could perfectly hit his target with no problems. He would always have his gun in the holster that sat on his hip. It was held by a belt which he always wore since it was his favourite and only belt. The belt buckle was red the and silver and had the words 'Cocky' written on it in bold writing. He did have a lot of contact with his family back in Kurakara, and would often wonder what it would be like to return home. But he stayed and his main reason was his partner. Rukia Kuchiki. Twenty-two years old, four foot one, deep violet eyes and raven black hair with a stray hair that always sat itself in the middle of her face. At the age of five, Rukia lost her parent in a car accident. Her sister Hisanna was her only living relative. Hisanna was married to Byakyua Kuchiki, and big-shot lawyer who was the best at his job. Byakuya was richest man in Japan and had no problem supporting Rukia when she enter Japan best medical school in Japan. She graduated top of her class at the age of seventeen and left for Washington DC to continue her career as a forensic anthropologist at the Smithsonian Institution. She left at the age of nineteen and returned to Japan for the funeral of her sister, who had died after a four year battle against cancer, and never tried to return to Washington. She spent the next year of her life writing her biography 'Mortua ossa.' When she moved to the out-skirts of Japan she didn't expect much. A quiet life would be nice, maybe write a novel. But she certainly didn't expect to return to being an anthropologist, although she didn't mind since her brother-in-law wasted so much money for her being in that school. Unfortunately the first time she meet her partner she was being interrogated by Jushiro Ukitake, who is now her boss. When she was working at the Smithsonian, Rukia decide to study the burial style of the Egyptians, and when Rukia worked on something she never gave up. So that's why when she returned to Japan, maybe she brought her work with her. So there she was in the interrogation room, a seven-hundred year old skull to her left and a fifty-one year old, grey haired man in front of her. Suddenly the door on her right opened and in stepped a, rather good-looking, orange haired man.
"Great." Rukia muttered. "Another one."
"Ah, Kurosaki-san. How nice of you to join us." Ukitake said happily. Ukitake always seemed to be in a happy mood.
"Ukitake." Ichigo said looking at the notes that he picked up from the silver, metal table Rukia sat at.
"What is the verdict on Miss Kuchiki?"
"Well old man Yamamoto said she is good to go. But since I just got orders for a homicide out in Aite Iru Woods I though Miss Kuchiki would be kind enough to accompany me to the site."
"And why would I accompany you?" Rukia hissed.
"'Cause," he answered holding up two fingers and waving the in her face. "One," he said counting down a finger "I want to see if your as good as the Smithsonian said you were. And two," He put down the other finger. "You work with bones, we got bones."
Rukia glared at him and spoke to him with acid seeping into her voice. "Of course I'm good at my job you idiot! The Smithsonian only accept the best and I am the best!."
"Then show me!" he replied grinning at her.
"Gladly Mister…?"
"Kurosaki. Ichigo Kurosaki." he answered holding out his hand.
"Rukia Kuchiki." she said grasping his hand and giving it a firm shake.
