Disclaimer: Bleach isn't mine –pouts-

A/N: Hey there I hope It's good ' those reading my other story don't worry I'll still update that one…I hope LOl XD I forgot how I got this idea but it just popped in my mind around 2 weeks ago and I couldn't get it out of my head so I'm writing it :P Don't know if you guy's will like it but if you don't I can always delete it :/ Haha well anyway onto the story enough with my blah blahs:D

My Shinigami Bodyguard

Chapter 1: The Midget and the Death Berry

He leapt from one building to the next trying to detect any strong spiritual pressure, only to sigh in frustration. For one thing, Vice-Captain Kurosaki of the 6th Division was lousy at detecting riatsu, which made everyone wonder in the meeting if their general was in his right mind to send him of all people. Hell, he was even sure that the novices at the Soul Academy were better experienced in that field than he. Second, why did Yamamoto have to send a Vice-Captain to handle such a simple task? He was instructed to search for a human with the highest spiritual energy since they suspected that Urahara's forsaken invention, the Hougyoku, lay inside of them. Apparently the mission was extremely important if a high ranking officer such as himself was in search for a mere human.

Tired of just jumping on boring skyscrapers Ichigo leapt down into the busy city streets with ease. His mind drifted from his assignment when he looked at his surroundings. Excitement bubbled inside of him as he saw many human inventions that were simply mind boggling. He walked over to a pole that had a picture of a walking person and when he blinked it turned to a red hand! He blinked again wondering if that's what made it change. His frown deepened when it didn't. Too enraptured with the "magic pole", he failed to notice a short raven haired girl in a grey school uniform watching him oddly, inspecting his old fashion clothing. The orange haired man finally gave up and turned to cross the street toward the big box that read "Mountain Dew."

"Hmmm, this 'Mountain Dew' person must be important to have their name located in almost every corner…," Realization hit the Strawberry, "Is he the one that Soul Society wants me to track?!" Or maybe not. However, his train of thoughts came to a halt when he heard a girl yell…at him?

"Oi stupid carrot top don't you see the light says not to cross?! You'll get killed!" Brushing aside her concern, since he was dead anyway, he looked around and then pointed to himself unsurely.

"Are you…talking to me?" He gaped when she actually responded his question.

"Well who else would I be talking to you're the only one moronic enough to be in the middle of the street!" Before he could even conjure a reply she yanked his pointing hand hoisting his tall body to the previous sidewalk he was on. For a girl that barley reached his chest she was incredibly strong he noted. With a final attempt to find reason in things he asked still in disbelief.

"So….you can see me, right?" He heard her scoff followed by a roll of her violet eyes.

"Of course I can, it's kind of hard to miss that weird get up you're wearing," Ichigo glared at her questioningly as he too stared down at his Hukkahusho.

"There something wrong with my clothes Shrimp? Besides it's better than that slut costume you're wearing," He pointed out disgustingly. No woman in Soul Society that he noticed ever wore anything above the knee, even their Kimonos that are worn at home reach their calves. So it was a surprise that this little girl was wearing such a vulgar outfit. A nonexistent amount of pink reached his cheeks when he took note of her creamy thighs.

"SLUT?!" She echoed furiously," haven't you ever seen a school uniform before?!" too angered by his insult to her clothing that she let the one directed to her height slide. From that point Ichigo decided to ignore her since he obviously had a mission to attend to. However, his lips titled upward in a small smirk. The girl was feisty he gave her that much, and he enjoyed any type of verbal fights as well as mental ones. He was positive she can provide anyone of those.

"Look I love to stay and chat but I think it's wise that I leave since you're freaking out about half of the town already by screaming at no one," Rukia raised an eyebrow in confusion and was about to ask what he meant when she caught glimpse of the crowd gathering around her. She blushed in embarrassment when reality hit her. The damn orange haired fuckwad was a ghost. He could have mentioned that sooner! As if reading her mind he chuckled,

"Now where's the fun in telling you I'm a spirit? Besides I think I dropped enough hints when I asked you if you can see me. Not my fault your slow half-pint," Ichigo's smirk widened when he saw her mouth the words, "I'll kill you," with her eyes already shooting fire at his head.

"Sorry to break it to ya babe, but I'm already dead if you didn't catch that earlier," He saw her eyes light up with a murderous intent when she heard his new nickname to her. Screw the people that were around her they already thought she was insane anyway; this bastard is getting what he deserves!

"You prick don't you ever call me that again!" She fumed when he continued to walk away from her to the soda machine. Taking off her right shoe she chucked it square on his head making him fall face first on the cement. Ichigo rubbed his bleeding nose. If his goat chinned father were ever to see his son getting beat by a girl's shoe he'll never pass down the Captain rank onto him. Not only that, he'll also beg him for grandbabies with the woman who kicked his ass, and looking back at the pipsqueak, that will NEVER happen! Picking up her tiny shoe he threw it so high up that it broke into a 13th story window of a bank. Rukia groaned in frustration as she deemed her shoe forever lost thanks to the strawberry. The remaining audience only stared in disbelief with mouths wide open at the sight of a flying shoe with no visible entity that extracted force onto it. Giving a final look to the violet eyed girl his obnoxious smirk returned as he dusted his hands in self congratulation of a job well done.

"See ya dumpy," he called off with a wave and shun-poed away from her sight. Rukia meanwhile silently fumed. Not only is she missing her right shoe (it wouldn't be so bad if it didn't rain the day before and puddles were still around every other corner) but that damn bastard had the gall to call her SHORT and FAT! Her large eyes slowly shifted to her nonexistent belly and poked it. Her lips tugged downward in a frown. Great now she was in a foul mood, she was sure not even a drawing her Chappy masterpieces can cheer her up now. With a humph The teen girl stalked over to school not caring that she only had a shoe on. At the same time she swore to herself that if she ever saw that prick again she'll make his life a living hell.

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TBC………

A/N: So short I know but it's just a prologue sort of thing. Yep the real story begins to unwind next chapter so tell me what you think of it so far. Good? Bad? Delete? Tell tell! LOL :D