Leverage

Disclaimer: Like I said before I don't own Bleach and Leverage.


Chapter 1

At a hotel bar

Ichigo Kurosaki, an orange haired ex-fraud insurance investigator, was sitting on one of the chairs surrounding the counter of the bar sipping leisurely at his cup of liquor when a man approached him. "I'm sorry… ah, Mr. Kurosaki, I'm sorry. I know who you are. I've uh… excuse me, I've read all about you." The man said. He was in his mid 30's or 40's. He was a heavy built, brown haired, Caucasian male. Ichigo, uninterested, paid no more heed to the man as he set his coat on the chair, sat down and kept chattering on. Apparently the man was too caught up in his yammering to notice the lack of interest that was shown on Ichigo's face.

"I know for example that when you found that stolen painting in Florence you probably saved your insurance company what 20… 25 million dollars. Then there was the identity theft thing and you saved your insurance company, I don't even know how many millions of dollars. But I just know that when you needed them… " he slightly shook his head at that "what happened to your family was the kind of thing…"

Ichigo quickly set down the liquor he was sipping a while ago. "You know this part in the conversation where I punch you in the neck 9 or 10 times, were coming up on that pretty quick." He said in one breath, glaring with his scowl in place.

The man was taken aback at this; he didn't mean to make him angry. He quickly recovered his composure as he remembered why he came looking for him in the first place. "I just want to offer you a job."

"What do you got?" Ichigo calmly said. He was not really interested in looking for a job, but he was curious as to why someone would go to all the trouble of looking for him when the corporation he used to work for will be more than willing to send one of their men to investigate for them.

"Do you know anything about airplane design?" The man asked in a low voice.

"I can give it a shot… you know, you can give me a pencil and one of those little rulers..."

"Somebody stole my airplane designs." The man said exasperatedly.

Whether Ichigo was surprised from the man's outburst or not he didn't show it. "Oh, I see and you want me to find them, right?"

"No I know where they are." Ichigo raised his left eyebrow at that. "I want you to steal them back..."


Sorry if the story as a whole is bad. This actually the first summary I made that came from a TV series, and as I said in my profile both my hands are injured. So basically most of my entries from today until maybe next week will most probably be short. That is, if I am to post every 2 days or so…