A/N: Hi all! I'm back with a new story and before you all throw rotton tomatoes at me, I want to say that I'm really sorry I have not updated 'Thank You For Being There' for months. And like what I have told some of you who took the time and effot to PM me (thank you again! I feel so loved.), I had no inspiration to continue the story for now. But I have the next chapter drafted out but it's still not ready so please don't hate me for that! And I hope you guys will enjoy this new story which I am really excited about! It's actually based on a story I first wrote eight years ago. But of course, this time there will be much more details in it. And of course the Mature rating you guys love so much (heeheehee!), and no, I did not have any mature content with the one I did eight years ago, which by the way, I was only fifteen. Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy this. Onward with the story!

Warning: This story will be in an alternate universe (AU) setting! I've no more space to put AU in my summary so here it is! Plus, it is pretty obvious that it is AU if you actually read the summary. And since it's AU, you must expect a little bit of OOC-ness from some characters especially Byakuya. He's going to be a Yakuza leader so if I do make him shoot someone (or something like that), please don't review stuff like "Byakuya would never do that. Major OOC!". But don't worry, he's still going to be the cold and aloof Byakuya we all love. (:

Words to note: Yakuza - Japanese mafia, Oto-san - Father, Oka-san - Mother

Rukia stared at the bickering couple in front of her as she tried to focus. She glanced at the wall clock as she gave a deep sigh. The couple had been sitting in here for almost an hour but still no progress had been made. They seemed to have forgotten all about Rukia as they continued to bicker, their voices getting louder by the minute. The woman was now hitting her husband with her crocodile skin purse as he yelped and almost fell off his plastic chair.

Rukia stared at them, exasperation written all over her face. It was only five in the evening but it felt as though it was three in the morning instead. Rukia stood up, left the couple who did not even noticed that she was gone and made her way to the pantry as she poured herself a mug of warm coffee. Rukia closed her eyes as she took a sip of her coffee. She took another sip and sighed with pleasure as the warm liquid slid down her throat. She brought the warm mug to her cold cheek as she stared out of the window. The whole of Tokyo was blanketed with snow but that did not seem to dampen the spirits of the people who were outside that window. Parents trooped by happily, holding the hands of their children while lovers linked arms and walked in a leisurely pace. Rukia sighed wistfully as she spotted a group of giggling high school girls walk past. Their hands were full of shopping bags but Rukia's eyes were not focused on that. Each of the girls had an ice cream cone in their hands and they licked on happily as they disappeared from Rukia's view.

It was weird but Rukia enjoyed ice cream more than anything else in the cold winter. Not everything cold appealed to her in winter; not cold drinks nor desserts but just ice cream. A loud screech jolted Rukia out of her thoughts as she poked her head out of the pantry and groaned. It seemed as though the husband had stomped his foot on the woman's foot as she was now cursing and hopping around on one foot as she clutched on to the other.

"I definitely want to sue him now! Put him in jail! All of you saw what he did to me, right?" screeched the woman as she looked around the police station.

All eyes that were previously on her turned away frantically as the police officers and citizens continued on what they were doing, suddenly immersed in their task.

The angry woman's eyes darted around angrily and she snarled as she spotted Rukia's head poking out of the pantry. Rukia then realized her mistake and was about to duck in when the woman shouted.

"Hey, you, Get back here! You're supposed to be handling our case! We pay you with our taxes so don't you dare think that you can sneak away!"

Rukia gave an apologetic smile as she hurried back to her desk. "I'm just getting some coffee. I'm not trying to sneak away."

The woman huffed as she sat back down in her seat as she glared at her husband. Rukia set her mug down on the table and took out a form and a pen and laid it out in front of them.

"So back to the main topic," said Rukia. "We have received numerous complaints from your neighbours that the two of you had been causing too much noise in the middle of the night lately and we hope that you could keep it down the next time. As this is the first time that a complaint has been lodged against the both of you, there will be no fine at all. If you've understood and agree not to cause anymore disturbances to your neighbours, please sign here and the both of you can leave."

The woman glared at Rukia. "Did you not hear what I just said? I want to sue him. He just assaulted me and you're just going to sit here and ask me to sign and leave?"

"I did not assault you!" the man retorted hotly. "It was just a light tapping of feet… on feet!"

"Light tapping? Oh please, with those huge feet of yours, I would hardly call it light tapping!" guffawed the woman.

The man stared at his wife angrily. "Oh, so you're now going for the personal attack? Fine, I want to sue you too! I'm going to sue you for… for always throwing your fat arm over my face when you're sleeping. You're obviously trying to smother me to death!"

Rukia could see the woman's eyes bulging a little as her face turned a brilliant shade of magenta. The woman was about to hit her husband with her purse again when Rukia suddenly stood up and slammed her palm against the desk to quieten them down. But then Rukia realised that it was a very wrong thing to do as she watched in horror when the mug of coffee toppled and the warm brown liquid went on to the table, then to the edge of the table and finally most of them landed on… the woman's lap.

The woman jumped up and screamed as she pointed at Rukia. "Policewoman tried to scald me with boiling coffee!"

Rukia leapt into action immediately as she grabbed some tissues from the box and quickly approached the woman trying to calm her down.

"Sorry! It wasn't intentional!" apologised Rukia as she quickly dabbed the tissues on the woman's dress.

The woman continued to wail as her husband tried to calm her down and Rukia realised that the rest of the people in the room had stopped their task and was staring at them.

Rukia was getting flustered as the woman was now screaming that she wanted Rukia fired and her husband was now agreeing with the woman that Rukia should be fired. It seemed to Rukia that the man perhaps was trying to get back on his wife's good side again by agreeing with her; which means getting Rukia fired.

"Nothing to look, nothing to look. Get back to your work everyone." a familiar voice rang out and Rukia wanted to heave a sigh of relief.

Kurosaki Ichigo, her friend since they were seven had walked into the station and as usual, Rukia never understood how he always manage to come in the nick of time to help her out in sticky situations. Ichigo was a homicide detective and he and Rukia had applied for the law enforcement job after they had completed high school. They had both started out as lowly police officers who were assigned to issue parking tickets but Ichigo had been promoted after a few months on the job and he was soon being promoted so many times that Rukia had lost count. And Rukia had only been promoted just last winter to work on trivial issues in the station. Trivial issues like keeping track of lost and found items, small cases of complaints and domestic disputes. Rukia was not satisfied. She wanted to solve cases like Ichigo or maybe even be an undercover agent. She wanted something dangerous and thrilling and something that she can answer with pride when people asked her about her job. But of course, sitting in the station beats issuing parking tickets any day.

"You okay, Rukia?" asked Ichigo as he came forward and grabbed a few tissues to clean up the desk.

Rukia nodded as she threw an exasperated look at the screeching woman. The woman was now stomping her foot and causing such a din that some of the police officers had left the room.

Rukia was about to hand the woman some tissues and was about to apologise again when she spotted the double doors of the station swing open and her boss came in, eyes blazing.

"S-Soifon Taichou!" stammered Rukia as she gulped.

Soifon ignored Rukia and turned to face Ichigo. "Kurosaki, I know you're no longer under me but since you're here do you mind helping me settle this? I need to talk to Rukia in my office and I just can't tolerate the other goons in this office. At least you're the only one who turned out well under me."

Ichigo smiled. "Sure thing, Soifon Taichou. And don't be too hard on Rukia. This lady was being difficult."

Soifon did not reply but gave Ichigo a grateful smile and then turned to Rukia. "You, in my office now!"

Rukia hung her head in shame as soon as she closed the door behind her.

"I'm really sorry." muttered Rukia as she stared at her feet.

Soifon sighed as she sat on her leather chair. "Rukia, I'm not trying to pick on you but it seems as though you aren't fitted for this job after all. There have been numerous complaints about you ever since you joined the force."

Rukia jerked in surprise as she looked at Soifon. "Y-You want to fire me, Soifon Taichou? You can't… I can't. Being in the force has always been my dream. That's why I entered in the first place. I-I want to be here. I want to be like Ichigo. I want to solve crimes and-"

"I know you want to be a lot of things, Rukia. We all do." Soifon said patiently. "But maybe you're just not cut out for this."

"B-But… Just one more chance? I promise I won't make any more mistakes." pleaded Rukia.

Soifon sighed. "It's either demoting you back to issuing parking tickets or firing you."

Rukia stared at her boss in horror. Is she serious? Back to issuing tickets? Rukia cringed as she thought of the harsh summer heat where she had to patrol around in the neighbourhood and the cold winters and of course, enduring the dirty language and middle fingers when people confront her about their tickets.

Soifon seemed to be able to read her thoughts as she stared at Rukia. "Think carefully. Even if you agree to be demoted, you must know that getting promoted back up isn't easy. You might just be wasting your time. Why not just get a regular office job outside?"

Rukia bit her lip as she stumbled towards the chair and sat down, her face grim. Is her police career just going to end here? All her dreams since she was seven years old going to the drain just like that? She wasn't even greedy. Some people wanted to be movie stars and pilots and earn lots of money but all she wanted was a respectable position in the police force. Is that so much to ask for? And she wanted, no, she needed to find out who killed her parents when she was young. Her father who was a police chief at that time had messed with the Yakuza and the boss had ordered his men to kill his whole family. Her parents had been brutally murdered when a seven year old Rukia had come home that afternoon after a sleepover at her friend's house.

Rukia still remembered the bloody scene when she had stepped into the kitchen. Her father's body was over her mother's body and two bullet shots could be seen on his back. Blood was still oozing out and at that time, Rukia knew that her parents were gone but she didn't want to believe it. How could a superhero like her father die just like that? Her father was a well-respected police chief around town and had saved so many lives that Rukia and almost all the other kids in town had regarded him as the town's superhero.

"Oto-san…?" little Rukia whispered as she took a small step forward. "Oka-san?"

Little Rukia was about to extend a hand to nudge her father's lifeless form just when she felt herself being tugged gently backwards. She quickly turned around and relaxed when she realised it was just her next door neighbour, an elderly lady who lives alone with her cat.

"Come Rukia, don't disturb your Oto-san and Oka-san." The old lady said gently as she choked back a sob.

The old lady led Rukia to the living room and set the little girl down on the armchair. "Your Oto-san and Oka-san is gone, Rukia. And you should go too. Go somewhere far away. As far away as possible."

"Go where?" asked Rukia as she looked at the direction of the kitchen. "But Oto-san and Oka-san needs me. I need to be with them."

The old lady sniffled and she quickly dabbed her tears away with her handkerchief. "Listen to me, Rukia. This is very important. You need to run away now. I will bring you to the train station and you must never come back. Go to the city. There are so many people there and they will never find you."

"Who will never find me?" asked Rukia worriedly.

"The people who killed your parents. The Yakuza. You must never cross paths with them, Rukia. Remember that. You must never use your last name anymore. Change it to something else. Is that clear? The Yakuza will come back for you so you must leave and keep what happened to yourself. Do you understand me?" The old lady said seriously as she grasped on to Rukia's shaking hands.

Rukia nodded. She didn't quite fully understand what her neighbour had been saying but she knows that she must leave and never come back and someone named Yakuza had killed her parents.

After packing a few clothes into her bag, Rukia was whisked off into a cab with her neighbour. She didn't even get to say goodbye to her parents as she watched her house zoom by from the cab window. Everything had changed in that instance for Rukia. Her parents were gone. Her house that she grew up in was gone. She even had to change her last name.

"Goodbye Oto-san, Oka-san…" murmured Rukia as the cab zoomed towards the train station.

The old lady had bought her a one way ticket to Tokyo and had given Rukia some money as they waited for the train.

"Call this number when you reach the station in Tokyo, dear." The old lady said as she handed Rukia a slip of paper. "My son is there and he will take care of things for you. Remember to lay low for at least a couple of years."

Rukia had nodded numbly and folded the paper and kept it in her pocket. The train could be heard whistling from a distance as it chugged down to a stop.

"Take care, Rukia." The old lady said as she hugged Rukia. "I will notify the police once I reach home and will give your parents a proper burial. Your father was a very good man."

"T-Thank you." stammered Rukia as the old lady released her and waved goodbye.

Rukia tried to smile as she waved and board the train. She chose a window seat and continued to wave at her neighbour until the train started moving. The old lady and train station was soon out of sight as the train travelled by the countryside.

Rukia had soon fallen asleep but was awoken by someone coughing really badly an hour later. Rukia opened her eyes and stared out of the window. The sky had turned dark. She took a look at her watch which indicated eight. Someone behind Rukia coughed again and Rukia turned to look who had disturbed her rest.

A young boy who looked slightly older than Rukia was sitting behind her with jet black hair and the most mysterious pair of eyes Rukia had ever seen. It was grey but they looked… cold. Rukia was about to turn back when the boy looked up and snarled.

"What are you looking at?" he asked as he glared at her and then he gave another cough.

"Nothing." replied Rukia as she quickly turned back. She didn't like talking to people who were rude. People in her town were all nice and friendly and nobody was mean like this little boy.

Rukia heard no reply from the boy but there were still a lot of coughing. He was starting to sneeze now and Rukia was getting irritated. She was tired and wanted to sleep.

Rukia sighed and turned around. "Could you please-"

Rukia could not finish her sentence as she stared at the little boy. He had grown pale and was now sneezing and coughing and he seemed to be shivering. There was no one by his side and there was only an old man in their cabin who had been asleep since Rukia had boarded the train.

"Are you okay?" asked Rukia worriedly as she slid off her seat and stood next to the boy.

The boy did not answer. He did not even look at Rukia as he continued to sneeze and cough. Feeling slightly worried for him, Rukia took off her jacket and put it around the boy's shoulders.

"Here, take my jacket. You look cold." said Rukia.

After a moment of silence, the boy seemed to have recovered slightly as his coughing and sneezing had subsided. Rukia continued to stand next to him as she peered at him.

"Stop looking at me like that." snapped the little boy.

Rukia blushed. "I'm sorry. It's just that… you have very pretty eyes."

The boy gave a look of boredom as he stared out of the window. "Yeah, heard that a million times. Especially from those stupid maids and butlers. I wish they would shut up sometimes."

Rukia seemed slightly taken aback at the boy's rudeness but she did not respond.

The boy glanced at her. "Thanks for the jacket. I was freezing just now."

"Y-You're welcome." replied Rukia. "Are you alone or did you board the train with someone else?"

The boy scowled. "The annoying maid. But I sent her off to the other cabin. She talks too much. I'm going to get her fired once I reach home."

"Do you live in the city?" asked Rukia as she took a seat next to the boy. She expected the boy to snarl at her and ask her to get off the seat but the boy did not.

The boy nodded. "It's my grandmother's death anniversary so I went to pay my respects. She was buried in that little town."

Rukia nodded. "So your grandmother was buried in that town where I live. Do you know anyone from where I live?"

"No. Why?" The little boy asked, curious.

Rukia shook her head as she sighed. "I was wondering if you know a Yakuza-san."

"Yakuza-san?" The little boy echoed but there was a trace of amusement in his voice. "Are you sure that is his name?"

"Why? What's so funny?" asked Rukia.

The boy finally let out a laugh. "No one is named Yakuza! The Yakuza are the Japanese mafia!"

Rukia's eyes widened. So Yakuza is not an individual! Rukia knew about the Japanese mafia. She read a lot and sometimes heard her father talk about them. But it did sound like someone's name instead. And what if the little boy is wrong?

Rukia sniffed. "And how would you know? You're not a grown up."

The boy gave an arrogant smirk. "Oh, trust me. I know."

Rukia hated his smirk and she was quite embarrassed that she had made such a silly mistake.

"Whatever," she replied haughtily. "I'm going back to my seat and sleep."

The little boy continued to smirk as Rukia made her way to her seat and soon she was asleep again. The next time Rukia woke up was when she felt someone shaking her. She woke up, startled and stared at the conductor, confused.

"Hey, we've reached Tokyo." said the conductor and he moved along the aisle to wake the remaining sleeping passengers.

Rukia got up and poked her head to see if the little boy was still there. The seat was empty and Rukia immediately panicked. The piece of telephone number is in the jacket! She bent down and searched under the seats hoping that the boy had dropped the jacket onto the floor but to her dismay all she found were candy wrappers and some old train tickets.

She was about to look around the cabin when the conductor who had woken her up came back and shooed her.

"Come on now, little girl, get off the train. In a few minutes, we're heading back to the countryside." he said.

True enough, there were passengers who were starting to board the train and Rukia quickly grabbed her bag and leapt off the train. She watched the train in dismay as passengers filed in, oblivious of the frightened little girl who had nowhere to go.

Rukia stood at the train station as the crowd grew thinner. What should she do? The boy had left with her jacket. She doesn't know anyone from the city and had never stepped foot in the city before. Everything was so foreign to her. The people from the city seemed busy and fast paced. Everyone had pushed past her as she stood still, scared out of her wits.

She glanced around to find that the train station was almost empty as the train had left. Rukia was about to walk towards the gates of the station when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She whirled around to find herself staring at an orange haired boy who was looking at her kindly.

"Are you waiting for someone?" he asked as he smiled.

Rukia didn't know what to answer. Was she waiting for someone? She could have been if she still had her jacket and that telephone number. She finally shook her head.

"Well, you aren't lost, right?" the boy asked.

Is she lost? Rukia highly doubt that. Being lost is for people who had a place or destination to get to. She didn't even know where to go. Rukia gave a tiny shrug.

The orange haired boy frowned and then smiled suddenly. "Maybe my Oto-san can help!"

Rukia was about to refuse politely when the little boy turned around and shouted to a man who was holding the hands of two little girls. "Oto-san! Come over!"

The middle aged man turned towards his son's voice as he trooped happily over. "What's up, son? Oh, you found yourself a girlfriend while I was sending your aunt away eh?"

The orange haired boy rolled his eyes at his father and then kicked him on the shin.

"Not quite there yet, Ichigo, that's a little girl's kick!" the father wagged his finger at his son and laughed.

Rukia frowned. "Ichigo? Your name is Ichigo?"

The boy rolled his eyes good naturedly. "Yeah, but not like the fruit!"

Rukia nodded thoughtfully. "I see. My name's Rukia."

"Nice to meet you, Rukia!" chirped Ichigo happily as he extended his hand to her.

They shook hands as Ichigo's father beamed happily at them.

"So who are you waiting for, Rukia?" asked Ichigo's father kindly.

"N-No one." replied Rukia as her face burned. What is she supposed to tell them? That she had nowhere to go and no one to look for? They were strangers after all.

"Hmm… Do you live in Tokyo?" he asked as he stared at her, concerned.

Rukia shook her head. "I had to come here… But I don't know anybody from Tokyo."

Ichigo's father looked grave. "You had to come here? What happened? Where are your parents?"

"Oto-san and Oka-san is gone… They were killed by-" Rukia stopped herself as the old lady's warnings came into her mind. She must never tell a soul about what happened or the Japanese mafia might find her.

"By?" probed Ichigo's father.

"They were killed in a… a boating accident." lied Rukia. "Oto-san and Oka-san can't swim and drowned."

In actual fact, Rukia's parents were both skilled swimmers but of course, Ichigo and his family didn't need to know that.

Ichigo's father seemed shocked as he patted her shoulder. "I'm so sorry. This must be hard on you. So did you come here to find your relatives?"

Rukia nodded. "I tore my aunt's address off my mum's telephone book after the accident but had lost it during the train ride here."

"I see. Well, do you want me to bring you to the police station? The police can help put up notices in the newspapers and when your aunt sees the notice, she can head down to the police department and get you." suggested Ichigo's father kindly.

Rukia's eyes widened. This is definitely not laying low. "No! I-I mean I can't. No police, please!"

Both Ichigo and his father were starting to look at her strangely and Rukia tried to come up with a reply.

"Oto-san had some… some trouble with the police. He was killed while running away from them." mumbled Rukia.

"Didn't they die in a boating accident?" asked Ichigo as he raised his eyebrows.

Rukia wanted to glare at him. She had almost forgotten that they were supposed to die in a boating accident.

"W-Well, they died in a boating accident while fleeing from them." Rukia managed to say as a tear slipped off the corner of her eye. Although it was a lie, but the thought of her parents gone, brought another stab to Rukia's heart.

"Oh look what you've done now, Ichigo!" scolded Ichigo's father. "You've made her cry!"

Ichigo seemed startled as his face turned red. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

Rukia shook her head and gave a small smile. "It's okay. I just don't want to talk about Oto-san and Oka-san anymore. It hurts…"

"There, there, it's alright, you don't have to talk about them." replied Ichigo's father in a soothing tone as he shot Ichigo a dirty look. "Say, Rukia-chan, why don't you come live with us until we've figured something out?"

Rukia stared at the kind man in front of her. Is he serious? She was a stranger to them after all. Should she? But if she declined, where else could she go? And they didn't seem like bad people.

"C-Can I?" asked Rukia meekly.

"Of course you can, Rukia-chan!" he shouted in delight as he clapped his hands. "It's like a new addition to the family! Another daughter! Come now, let's get home before Masaki starts to worry. She'll be delighted to meet you, Rukia-chan!"

Years went by and Rukia was still staying with the Kurosakis. Rukia had wanted to move out after high school as she felt that she had imposed on them long enough but was stopped by an emotional Kurosaki Isshin who had started bawling and insisted that Rukia had to stay until she got married.

"Masaki! Our daughter wants to move out!" he had bawled at the picture of Ichigo's mother who had passed away in a car accident when both Ichigo and Rukia were nine.

Rukia had tried to explain to Isshin that she was actually just a stranger with no relations to them after all and she felt bad having to impose them for so many years. Isshin had merely brushed her off saying that all these were nonsense and he and Masaki had already treated Rukia as their own after the first month when she first moved in.

Rukia was touched and had went over to give Isshin a hug and after that, Rukia had no thoughts of moving out again.

And that was how she became fast friends with Kurosaki Ichigo and his family. They were more than friends actually. They've become her family now. She had even changed her name to Kurosaki Rukia now. But although Rukia loved the Kurosaki family, she had not and will not tell them the truth about her parents. Rukia wanted revenge. She wants to know who had killed her Oto-san and Oka-san and now… her chance of finding out was fading away.

"So what will your choice be, Rukia?" Soifon's voice brought Rukia back to the present as Rukia struggled to reply.

"Can't I just stay in this position? I promise I won't screw up again. Just don't kick me off the police force or have me issue tickets again." she pleaded.

Just when Soifon was about to open her mouth to reply, there was a knock on her door and the door swung open.

"Yamamoto Sou-Taichou!" greeted Soifon as she leapt off her seat and bowed. Rukia followed suit as the police chief walked in along with Rukia's busty friend, Matsumoto Rangiku.

"We have a problem, Soifon Taichou. We cannot use Matsumoto Rangiku in the new operation. She is already a familiar face around them and if we plant her everywhere, those people will get suspicious. We need her to continue serving drinks in clubs and focus on her target." explained Yamamoto.

Matsumoto Rangiku nodded. "Yeah, those big bosses know me by name and they've finally allowed me to sit in with them while they talk about their dirty businesses. I'm pretty close but it's very risky if I'll be the one involved in the new operation again."

Soifon nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. We need a new face for this undercover job. Someone they've never met before and someone who doesn't look too smart or they might get wary of the person."

There was silence as Rukia glanced around. Had these people forgotten that she was still in the room? They seemed to be discussing some top secret mission with her present.

"How about her? She seems good enough for the job." suggested Yamamoto as he stared at Rukia.

All of the three ladies stared at Yamamoto as though he had suddenly sprouted wings.

"M-Me?" croaked Rukia.

"Her?" asked Soifon, aghast. "She can't. I was just about to demote her and she's too much of a trouble. She's clumsy and careless and this might put her life at risk!"

Yamamoto sighed. "Well, clumsy might be good. At least it shows she isn't very bright. The Yakuzas will never suspect her but I guess we can work on the carelessness. But of course, if Rukia is not willing, then we will have to pick someone else."

All eyes were turned to Rukia now as she stared back at them, her eyes wide. The Yakuzas? She would be dealing with the Yakuzas? Rukia knew how dangerous the operation will be but this also means that it's a huge step closer to what she has been looking for and of course, if she does not take this job, she will be back to issuing parking tickets or worse, fired.

"I'll do it!" she heard herself shout.

"Rukia, are you serious?" asked Matsumoto immediately. "It's very dangerous you know!"

Rukia nodded. "I want to be in this operation. And I promise I won't mess it up."

Yamamoto grinned as he stared at Rukia. "Good. Report in tomorrow and Soifon Taichou will inform you on what to do."

Rukia nodded happily as Yamamoto walked out of Soifon's office. Finally! No more dealing with trivial issues or parking tickets! From tomorrow onwards, she is going to be an undercover agent!

A/N: How was it? This story is going to be lengthier than my other stories as I'm going to be more detailed about the character's thoughts and so on. And of course, Byakuya will arrive soon! In case you are confused, police in the force actually calls their cheif 'Taichou' too. Anyone who is leading a team can be referred to as 'Taichou'.
Do drop me a review and let me know what you think! See you all later in my next chapter! (^_^)