A/N: Thanks again to those who took the effort and time to review! Some of you has disabled private messaging so I couldn't reply but it's okay! I can just thank you here! And don't worry, I don't intend to make Ichigo and Orihime have any romance between them. I'm not even sure if I will be adding Orihime into the story. I'll see how it goes.

Rukia hummed to herself happily as she slung her bag on her shoulder after changing out of her uniform. After Yamamoto Taichou had left, Soifon Taichou had looked worried but did not pursue the matter. She had told Rukia to go home and report to her the next morning in her office.

Rukia stepped out of the locker room and waved goodbye to her colleagues as she stepped out of the station. The cold winter wind hit Rukia as she gave a shiver. Ichigo, Matsumoto and another two of her friends were outside the station waiting for her.

"There she is!" said Izuru Kira as he waved at Rukia. "Hurry, Rukia! We're freezing!"

Rukia bounded happily towards them and grinned at Matsumoto, Kira and Hisagi Shuhei who smiled back at her excitedly. It seemed as though they had heard of the news from Matsumoto. Kira and Shuhei were both in Ichigo's team where they work together to investigate on homicide cases. Rukia shifted her attention to Ichigo who only looked at her with a scowl on his face.

"What the hell were you thinking, Rukia?" he demanded angrily. "Don't you know how dangerous it is?"

"Oh come on, Ichigo, lighten up!" said Matsumoto. "This is like an early promotion for Rukia! You should be happy for her!"

Shuhei nodded. "That's right. I'm sure Rukia can protect herself."

Ichigo glared at the both of them. "But Rukia has not much experience and she will be dealing with the Yakuzas! It is like purposely walking into a sleeping lion's open mouth!"

Rukia was happy that Ichigo was worried for her but Matsumoto was right. This is an early promotion for her! It would still lead to this eventually, so why can't Ichigo be happy for her?

"Come on, don't get mad." Rukia wheedled. "I will be extra careful. I promise. And you know how much I wanted to be a detective or undercover agent right?"

Ichigo seemed to simmer down a little but his worried expression was still evident in his eyes. "I know, Rukia. I want to be happy for you but this is just too much. If you mess up, the Yakuzas will just take your life. They will not think twice."

Kira nodded gravely. "Ichigo is right, Rukia. You have to be very careful around them. "

Rukia quickly nodded. "I will! I promise I will be very careful, guys!"

Kira smiled as he patted Rukia on the back. "Alright, I trust you. But just be very careful, alright?"

"Yeah, don't worry! I will keep an eye on her!" said Matsumoto as she put an arm around Rukia's shoulders.

"Keep an eye on her? Will you two be working together?" asked Shuhei, surprised.

Matsumoto seemed to have suddenly remembered something as she cupped a hand over her mouth. "Whoops! I wasn't supposed to tell you that! Soifon Taichou is supposed to brief you on that tomorrow!"

Kira laughed. "Seriously, Matsumoto, I really wonder how you can be an undercover with you being so forgetful about stuff."

Matsumoto poked Kira in the chest. "Hey, I get very alert when it comes to serious stuff."

Rukia laughed along with Shuhei as Kira rolled his eyes. She darted another look at Ichigo who seemed preoccupied with his thoughts. Rukia took a few steps and stood in front of Ichigo as she peered at him.

"Hey, what are you thinking so hard about?" asked Rukia as she waved her hand in front of his face. "Come on, stop being so broody. It's Ramen Wednesday! It'll be my treat today, okay?"

Ramen Wednesday was a weekly ritual for the five friends which had started a year ago. The five friends had stumbled upon a ramen shop one Wednesday night in a dingy alley which was run by an old man when they had turned a wrong corner. It was a small shop with only the old man and his wife who helped by serving the bowls of ramen to the customers. The five friends actually had their dinner when they chanced upon the small shop but looking at the happy people tucking into their bowl of ramen and the delicious smell of the broth filled their nostrils, they could not help but sit down and order a bowl each. It was just that very first bite of ramen that all of them had decided that they must come back at least once a week. Therefore, the tradition of Ramen Wednesday had started.

"Yeah, Ichigo, stop brooding, it's ramen day and why are we still standing here in the cold?" said Matsumoto happily as she hooked Ichigo by the arm and dragged him towards the direction of the shop.

Rukia, Kira and Shuuhei followed along as an irritated Ichigo tried to disengage himself from Matsumoto.

Twenty minutes later, they reached the ramen shop and stepped in gratefully abandoning the frosty weather outside as they were greeted by the warmth of the shop and of course, the heavenly smell of the broth. They settled themselves at their usual seat; the one at the corner of the shop, furthest away from the other tables.

The old lady hobbled towards them and they quickly placed their orders. It had been a long and cold day for all of them and they were eager to fill their tummies with something hot. The old lady hobbled off again to place their orders as more people started filling the shop.

"So, what will be my new identity?" asked Rukia, her eyes gleaming excitedly as she looked at Matsumoto.

"Well, as far as I know, you will be working with me at the club." replied Matsumoto as Ichigo turned pale.

"As what?" asked Ichigo immediately. "Why the hell must she be work there?"

Matsumoto could not resist the urge to roll her eyes as she spoke in a hushed tone, "That's what you homicide detectives don't know. A club is where those people frequent as majority of them are the owners of those clubs. When they want to discuss 'businesses' with the other party, they will normally invite the other party to their own club to discuss."

"Hey, Kira and I know about this!" replied Shuuhei as he put his hands up in defense. "Ichigo's the only one who's dumb."

They all burst into laughter as Ichigo scowled even more. "At least I crack most of the homicide cases unlike the both of you."

The laughter died down soon and Rukia shifted her attention back to Matsumoto. "So what will I be doing?"

Before Matsumoto could answer, Ichigo replied bitterly. "It better not be a hostess who serve those bastards their drinks, let them cope a feel and entertain them."

"Let them cope a feel?" shrieked Rukia as several customers of the shop turned around to stare.

"Keep it down, Rukia!" hushed Kira as Rukia quickly calmed herself down.

After the customers had all returned back to their own conversations and food, Rukia glanced around frantically.

"Is what Ichigo said true?" she asked.

"Not entirely." replied Matsumoto slowly. "Money is those guys' top priority so they will be serious when discussing on their business ventures and they normally don't force themselves on the hostesses. If you're unwilling to entertain, quickly excuse yourself and most of them will just leave it at that but I don't think Soifon Taichou will give you the position of a hostess. It's far too dangerous for a rookie like you."

Rukia sighed with relief but she noticed that she scowl on Ichigo's face was still there.

"I'll be fine, Ichigo. I may not even need to be a hostess." she said. "Besides, Matsumoto will be there."

Ichigo sighed in exasperation. "I know, Rukia. But what if Matsumoto was busy or wasn't there that day?"

Rukia smiled. "I will be careful and I know how to protect myself. You can't always treat me like I'm a little girl."

"I don't treat you as little girl! I treat you as a-"

Ichigo's sentence was interrupted as the old lady suddenly placed their dinner on the table. Rukia dug her wallet from her bag, paid the old lady and the old lady left their table.

Rukia quickly took a sip of the warm broth and sighed with pleasure. This had turned out to be the best day; getting promoted to be an undercover, having hot, delicious ramen with her four best friends and getting nearer to her goal.

There was a moment of comfortable silence as the five friends tucked into their ramen. The only sounds were from their chopsticks clinking against their porcelain bowls. Finally after what seemed like fifteen minutes, Shuuhei broke the silence after he swallowed a mouthful of ramen.

"Can Rukia still hang out with us after she has taken her new identity?" he asked Matsumoto who had just finished her ramen with a satisfied sigh.

"I'm not sure. It depends on who she's dealing with. If her target has a high profile, then she will have to stop seeing us." replied Matsumoto.

Rukia's eyes grew wide. "But I still want to have ramen on Wednesdays with you guys!"

"Well, let's just hope they won't assign you with someone who has a high profile." said Kira.

"I don't think they will." Matsumoto said. "Rukia is still a rookie after all."

Rukia sighed with relief. "Well, since I'm a rookie, I should be safe then."

Their conversation soon drifted off to the usual office gossip and then to each of their lives, back to office gossip and before the five friends realised, it was almost ten-thirty.

"It's time to head home." said Kira as he stood up. "We have an early day tomorrow. Thanks for dinner, Rukia."

Shuhei patted Rukia on the back. "Good luck tomorrow, Rukia. Let us know how it went, alright?"

Rukia laughed. "I will, provided Matsumoto doesn't tell you guys first."

"No worries, Rukia." replied Matsumoto good naturedly. "I won't be at the station tomorrow. I'll be at the club so I guess I'll only get to see you the day after tomorrow."

They stepped out of the shop just as Ichigo's mobile phone rang. He looked at the screen of his phone and sighed but answered anyway.

"Yea, what's up?" he said grumpily. "Now? Alright, I'll head down. Yes, they're with me. Alright… See you then."

"The station needs us now, isn't it?" asked Shuhei as Kira's face fell.

Ichigo nodded. "There's a new lead on the Hitori case."

"Well, let's get back to the station then." said Kira as he waved goodbye to Matsumoto and Rukia.

Rukia smiled as she waved back. The guys soon disappeared round the corner as Matsumoto gave a yawn.

"See you in two days, Rukia. Text me and let me know what Soifon Taichou said, alright?" said Matsumoto.

Rukia nodded. "I will. Bye!"

Rukia slowly made her way to the Kurosaki residence as she trudged along the path. She turned into a quiet corner, away from the main street. She didn't like walking this way but it was the nearest route back home from the ramen shop. This alley was always quiet and dark and Rukia hated walking it even more during winter. The only sound she can hear now was her own heavy breathing and the crunching of her boots on the snow. At least the sound of crickets chirping could be heard during a summer or spring night. The overhead street lamps were always dim and Rukia sighed as one of them above her started flickering.

Rukia was about to quicken her footsteps when a loud bang rang though the still winter air and she gasped as she whirled around, her eyes widened in fright.

What happened? Was that a gun shot or was that just a car backfiring? Rukia's eyes darted around frantically as she quickly flattened herself against the concrete wall. She suddenly heard hurried footsteps heading her way and quickly turned around to find a figure running towards her. Was it a victim? Is someone injured?

Rukia soon realised that the figure turned out to be a man as he approached closer and closer.

"A-Are you okay?" asked Rukia in a panicked voice as the man was now standing still a few feet away from her.

It was dark and Rukia could not see his face. She could only make out that he was tall and he seemed to be breathing heavily.

The man did not answer but was approaching her slowly. Rukia frowned, puzzled. This man doesn't look injured. He doesn't look like he was limping or in pain. The steps he took towards her were steady and as he walked under one of the street lamps, Rukia noticed an object in his right hand.

"G-Gun…" stammered Rukia as she stared at the object, horrified. "Why do you have a gun?"

Before the man could answer, something in Rukia clicked. She have to get away as soon as possible. The bang earlier was caused by this person with the gun! With a startled cry, Rukia tore down the street as fast as her legs could carry her. She could hear the man's footsteps giving chase as Rukia tried desperately to think of a way to get away.

Maybe she could flash her police badge? No, that wouldn't work. This guy had a gun and flashing some badge wouldn't stop him from attacking her. If only she had a gun. Rukia groaned inwardly as she continued running down the street. And at this point of time, Rukia hated her position more than ever. Thank god she would be an undercover agent tomorrow… provided if she managed to survive tonight.

Rukia turned into a corner which was slightly brighter and she quickly turned back to check if the man was still close behind. To Rukia's astonishment, the man was indeed giving chase but his face was twisted in pain and he seems to be clutching onto his left shoulder which seems to be bleeding. She did not notice his injury in the dark before but now under the light, Rukia noticed that the man looked like he was just a few years older than her and he was very handsome despite the scowl he had on his face.

Rukia was about to turn back when she felt herself colliding into something which resulted in a loud clash. She landed on the floor and winced just as the man stopped in his tracks and stood behind her.

This is it. This is how she, Kurosaki Rukia, is going to die; in a dingy alley in the hands of a stranger. Rukia didn't dare to look behind her at the stranger as she continued to sit on the pavement, shivering. It was then Rukia heard an angry shout.

"Kuchiki, you bastard!"

She turned around just as the handsome stranger pulled her up by the arm.

"What-"

"Shut up." the man whispered angrily as he pointed the gun at Rukia. "Just keep quiet and I won't shoot."

Rukia immediately clamped her mouth shut as she half stumbled as the man pulled her along. The man spotted a big thrash can and he quickly pulled Rukia next to him as he hid behind it.

Rukia tried to calm herself down as more shouts could be heard. It seemed as though people were looking for this man. Who is he? Why did he have a gun? A prickle of fear went through Rukia as a thought crossed her mind. Could he be a Yakuza member?

Rukia turned slowly to the stranger beside her as the cold barrel of the gun was still on her neck. The man was not even looking at Rukia. His frantic eyes were on the street as he gritted his teeth. She noticed that he was in a suit that looked expensive but now most of the fabric was covered in blood. It seemed like they were his blood from his injured shoulder. Had Rukia been wrong? Maybe someone shot him and he took out his gun in defense? Maybe he was the victim? But Rukia wasn't stupid; this man is no good guy. Why would he be carrying a gun? And why would someone want to shoot him? And of course, a good person will never threaten to shoot her if she doesn't keep it down.

The man's breath was getting raspy as his right hand went to touch on his injured shoulder. Rukia cringed.

"You're injured." she whispered. "Are you alright?"

From the moment the words had slipped out of her mouth, Rukia knew how ridiculous she sounded. Why in the world would she ask her captor if he was alright? Rukia wanted to smack herself on the face for sounding so silly but it seemed as though the man had not heard her as he gave no reply. His eyes were still on the quiet street and of course, one of his hands was still holding a gun, pointing at Rukia.

Rukia could not help but notice the man was incredibly handsome. Yes, she noticed that he was handsome a few moments ago, but what Rukia noticed now was how perfectly shaped his nose is; how his cold eyes looked so captivating and mysterious and how his perfectly shaped mouth move. Just as Rukia was staring at his face, she noticed the man turning around to look at her. Flustered at getting caught staring at him, she flushed and quickly turned away. The man did not seem to want to talk to her as all was quiet in that silent alley. There were no more shouts or rushing footsteps for almost three minutes and Rukia guessed that his pursuers were finally gone.

The mysterious man finally stood up and kept his gun in his breast pocket. After looking around once more, he fished out his cell phone and dialled. Rukia fidgeted nervously and slowly stood up. Is she allowed to leave? The man seemed to have forgotten all about her.

"Renji, I am at the second street. Pick me up now." the man said into the phone.

Rukia stared at the man nervously contemplating on what to do. Should she just stand there quietly or should she sneak away? The man was still staring at the screen on his phone as he frowned as though concentrating. Rukia took a few steps back, trying to test if the man noticed. The man did not even look up from his phone. Rukia took another few steps back and again, the man did not even look up from his phone.

"You can leave." The man said suddenly in a bored tone as he continued to stare at his phone.

Without another backward glance, Rukia tore down the street as fast as she could.

Kuchiki Byakuya sighed as he flipped his phone shut. He gave a quick glance as the girl disappeared round the corner. She was very short but she was a fast runner. Byakuya walked down the alley and came to the main road. A black Mercedes was waiting for him and a man leapt out of the driver's seat.

"Taichou! Are you alright?" a red haired man asked as he opened the door of the back seat. "Is it settled?"

Byakuya slid into the back seat as the door closed. The red haired man then quickly climbed into the driver's seat and took off.

"Everything is settled, Renji." Byakya replied. "That turf belongs to us now."

Abarai Renji heaved a sigh of relief. "That's great, Taichou. As expected of you. After patching you up, we should have a proper celebration."

"Celebrate that I killed Asamoto?" scoffed Byakuya, with a hint of amusement in his voice. "You guys can go ahead. I am tired."

"Of course, Taichou." replied Renji. "You're injured and should get plenty of rest."

"Do not get drunk tonight Renji." warned Byakuya in a grave voice. "I will need you, Ikkaku and some of the rest to stay alert. I have just killed Asamoto and we need to be on the guard in case his dogs decide to get revenge."

"Don't worry, Taichou. All of us don't plan to get drunk at all. We're just going to have a feast." replied Renji loyally. "You should rest and just leave everything to us."

Byakuya nodded as he stared out of the window. He was grateful that he had Renji, Ikkaku and the rest. He had met Renji when he was fourteen. Renji was three years younger than him and one day, his grandfather, Kuchiki Ginrei, had invited Renji along for dinner. The Abarai family had been serving the Kuchikis for generations and Renji's father had been waiting on Byakuya's grandfather for almost forty years until he died in a gang war one day in order to protect Ginrei. It was one year after his death when Renji was officially introduced to Byakuya. Byakuya initially thought that Renji would blame the Kuchikis for the death of his father but after a year of him tagging along with Byakuya, Byakuya realised that Renji was fiercely loyal and like his father, will always put the Kuchiki's welfare as the top priority. Kuchiki Ginrei passed away the year Byakuya turned sixteen. There was uproar within the Yakuza circle as many of the other gang leaders wanted to conquer the Kuchiki Organization. Many of them had plotted to kill Byakuya as he was the heir to the entire organization.

Byakuya was young at that time and was very quick tempered. He had no experience but Renji was there to stand by him along the way. Byakuya's grandfather had taught him on how to handle the organization before he passed away but Renji was the one who had advised him when Byakuya had reacted rashly on situations. But of course, there was only so much Renji could advise him and after eight months of dealing with his own mistakes, Byakuya had quickly rose to become one of the top Yakuzas in the whole of Japan. He had even achieved more than what his grandfather had. Byakuya had never said it to anyone but he knew that if there was no Renji, he would have never be able to achieve so much in such a short span of time.

They soon arrived at the Kuchiki's mansion and as the car pulled to a stop, many of Byakuya's men rushed towards him and greeted him.

"Taichou, are you alright? Renji sent us a text saying that you're injured!" one of them said. "And congratulations on conquering Asamoto's turf!"

Byakuya nodded as he proceeded inside. Madarame Ikkaku was standing there and he bowed as Byakuya entered.

"Taichou, the doctor is waiting in your room, ready to patch you up."

Byakuya nodded and headed up the stairs. Renji and some of his men followed along immediately but Byakuya waved them away.

"I am going to rest after I am patched up. All of you can retire to the east wing of the mansion and party there." ordered Byakuya as Renji and the rest of his men whooped in delight.

"You sure you're not going to join us, Taichou?" asked one of the men. "You should be there. You're the reason we're celebrating."

Byakuya shook his head. "I am in no mood to party tonight. But go ahead and have fun."

"Taichou, I'll stand guard outside your room." Ikkaku called out from below the stairs. "I don't feel like partying either."

Byakuya nodded as he walked towards his bedroom where the doctor is waiting. The pain from his shoulder was slowly ebbing away as numbness began to take over. Blood continued to ooze out and slowly dripped onto the expensive white carpet. Byakuya paid no attention to the mess as he opened his bedroom door.

"Good evening, Byakuya-san." said a lady who was sitting on the armchair. "I hope your injury isn't something serious this time."

Byakuya walked in and closed the door behind him. The lady with a thick braid stood up and sighed as she spotted Byakuya's injured shoulder. She opened her kit immediately and waved Byakuya over to sit on the couch.

"This isn't the first time on the shoulder. You ought to be more careful next time." She reprimanded, her tone gentle but firm.

Byakuya did not answer as the lady cleaned his wound, applied ointment and finally wrapped up his wound with bandages.

"Thank you, Unohana-san." Byakuya said finally and the lady smiled as she handed Byakuya some pills.

"Here, if the pain is unbearable, take some of these to ease the pain." said Unohana as she gathered her belongings and packed it in her kit.

Byakuya nodded and Unohana walked towards the door but before she opened the door, she turned around and looked at Byakuya.

"You should take care of your health more, Byakuya-san. I know things had been rough ever since Sakuya-san disappeared but-"

"Leave." interrupted Byakuya in a cold voice that leaves no room for discussion. "Being the family doctor for thirty years does not give you the right to interfere with my life."

Unohana seemed slightly taken aback but seemed to have recovered fast as she gave a serene smile.

"Very well, Byakuya-san. I shall take my leave now. Do let me know when you need me."

Byakuya had turned away and faced the window. He did not reply but heard the door close behind him. He did not like to treat Unohana in that manner as he had always respected her. She had taken care of Byakuya ever since he was young and Byakuya knew that she was the one person that understood him and cared for him even more than his grandfather had. Byakuya had lost his parents at a very young age and Unohana was the closest to a mother he ever had.

Byakuya stared at the photo frame that was sitting on top of the white grand piano. An eighteen year old brown haired girl smiled back at him, her eyes full of love and hopes for the future. Byakuya walked towards the piano and touched her face. Six years since her disappearance and Byakuya had vowed to keep searching for her but nothing came out of it.

Byakuya sighed as he walked towards his bed and laid down on it. He stared at the ceiling for what seemed like an hour before falling into a slumber.

"So you're saying that he pointed a gun at you?" Kurosaki Yuzu asked, her eyes wide as saucers. "What did you do?"

"Well, I had no choice but to follow his instructions since he had a gun but it's alright, he didn't hurt me at all!" replied Rukia as Yuzu's eyes grew wider.

Kurosaki Karin was about to open her mouth and ask Rukia a question when Kurosaki Isshin pushed her aside and went to hug Rukia.

"Oh, my poor daughter!" he wailed in despair. "How scared and dangerous it must have been! I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you!"

"I'm okay, really!" laughed Rukia as Karin pulled her father by the ear away.

The sound of the door slammed opened and all four of them turned to look as Ichigo burst into the house a frantic look on his face. As soon as he spotted Rukia all safe and sound, he heaved a sigh of relief.

"I heard about the gunshot in the station Rukia. You're okay, right?" he asked as he advanced towards her, eyes worried.

Rukia nodded. "I'm really fine, guys. Just a little shaken up, that's all. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Isshin immediately saluted and pointed a finger at Karin, then Yuzu and at last the finger landed on Ichigo.

"You, you, and especially you! All three of you are not allowed to bother Rukia tonight, understand? Let my poor daughter have a good rest and if I catch whoever who tries to disturb her rest, you shall get it from me!"

Karin rolled her eyes immediately as she pushed Rukia up the stairs. "We're not afraid of you but don't worry, we won't bother Rukia at all."

Ichigo ignored his father and was about to follow the girls up the stairs when his father dragged him by the back of his shirt down the stairs again.

"Didn't I say that you shouldn't bother Rukia tonight?" asked Isshin as he peered at his son as though he was a cop ordering a criminal about.

Ichigo groaned. "But I wanted to ask her the details."

Isshin wagged his finger as he pushed Ichigo down on a chair. "I know all the details. Ask me. Rukia had told us all about it before you reached."

After being dragged upstairs by Karin and Yuzu, Yuzu had kissed Rukia on the cheek and wished her goodnight and the two girls had proceeded back to their own rooms to sleep. Rukia smiled to herself as she stepped into the bathroom and took a quick shower before stepping out again. She could hear Isshin re-telling the events of her incident to Ichigo as she closed her bedroom door. Rukia's head throbbed and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she fell into a deep sleep where her dream was invaded by a certain young man with a sharp nose and grey eyes.

Rukia stared at the file eagerly that Soifon Taichou was holding the very next morning as she sat in Soifon's office.

"Here." Soifon Taichou finally said as she handed Rukia the file. "Read this now and if you have any doubts, clear them with me now."

Rukia grabbed the file and flipped it open and her hungry eyes roamed around as she absorbed the content. After four minutes, Rukia looked up as she closed the file and laid it on the desk.

"So I have to move out?" asked Rukia. "And I have to pretend I don't have any relations with them at all?"

Soifon nodded as she took a sip of her tea. After setting her cup down, she leaned towards Rukia and stared at her gravely.

"You are going to have a whole new identity, Rukia. We will give you an apartment which you will have to stay there from now on. You cannot use Kurosaki as your family name anymore. And of course, you will have absolutely no relations with the police force. The only way for you to convey important messages through us is by Matsumoto Rangiku or by calling me." said Soifon Taichou.

Rukia blinked. "You mean I can't talk to Ichigo and the Kurosaki family and anyone from the police force other than Matsumoto and you?"

Soifon nodded. "Since we're planting you with the Yakuzas, they might do a background research of you before letting you in."

"In?" asked Rukia, confused. "In where?"

Soifon Taichou gritted her teeth in annoyance. "Did you even read the file?"

"I did!" replied Rukia sheepishly. "I know my target is this guy named Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez and apparently he's dealing with drugs in his clubs. He's making those people who owe him debts sell drugs for him right?"

Soifon nodded. "Not just that, Rukia. Have you heard of those cases where many girls from China, Thailand and Vietnam are kidnapped and being sold to be prostitutes?"

"Yes, in fact, these cases are increasing." replied Rukia.

"Apparently, this Grimmjow guy bought these girls after they were being smuggled to Japan by boats and forced them to work in some of his sleazy clubs. Of course, prostitution is illegal here so most of these dirty businesses take place behind of what looks like a normal club or bar to you."

"So I need to find the evidence of all of these and we would be able to put him away for good." said Rukia thoughtfully.

"That's right. Matsumoto have managed to get you a job working as a fruit cutter in the kitchen."

Rukia's eyes widened. "A fruit cutter? That doesn't sound like an undercover job at all! What's a fruit cutter girl going to do?"

Soifon Taichou's lips seemed to twitch for a second but she quickly wiped it off. "Oh, you would be surprised, Rukia. People working in the kitchen talk. A lot. And what do they normally talk about? Their bosses who are our targets and what dirty businesses they might be up to."

Rukia sighed. "But really? A fruit cutter?"

"Well, I didn't want to give you the position of a hostess. You're still a rookie and being a hostess is way too dangerous for you. And you still have lots to learn." explained Soifon.

"I guess." muttered Rukia.

And she still thought she was going to have an interesting identity! Although being a hostess might be dangerous but at least it is going to be interesting and she would be able to get more information if they allowed her to sit in with them. But what are the chances that they will let a kitchen help sit in with them?

Soifon seemed to notice Rukia's dejected expression as she finally said. "If you're able to find out some stuff without getting your cover blown, then I'll think about letting you become a hostess."

Hope dawned on Rukia's face as she nodded eagerly.

"Now, what are you waiting for?" asked Soifon as she handed Rukia a mobile phone, a set of keys and an identity card. "Matsumoto will show you your apartment and you can begin your new life, Hitoshi Rukia."

A/N:Next up, Rukia working in the club as Hitoshi Rukia and meeting Kuchiki Byakuya again! Drop me a review! More reiviews would motivate me to write faster and post faster. Hahaha.

P/S: When I was writing about the part where Rukia heard a gunshot and thought that it might be just a car backfiring made me think of this episode in 'Friends' where Ross, Chandler and Joey were in the police car and when they heard a car backfiring, they thought it was a gunshot and Joey jumped in front of Ross and Chandler was mad as he thought Joey liked Ross more than him but in the end Joey was just protecting his sandwich.
Oh, why am I even talking about this. But it was actually really funny if you've watch 'Friends'. Anyway, remember to review and let me know what you think! ;)