Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, I kinda wish I did though. All Hail Kubo-Sensei

Songs Playing while Writing this Chapter:

I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy

Son's Gonna Rise by Citizen Cope

Escape by Smith Point

Chapter One: "Good Evening, Kurosaki-san."

Name: Ichigo Kurosaki

Age: 24

Hair Color: Orange

Eye Color: Amber

Occupation: Administrative Assistant

'Approved, Rejected, Approved, Approved.' Ichigo Kurosaki sits at his desk going over the stacks of paperwork that a typical administrative assistant would look after. He sighs in frustration, hoping for an end to this horrible and exhausting work week.

Sure, working at Nagasaki Industries, the world's leading producer of advanced technologies, has its perks, but being a simple office monkey can be a bit overwhelming at times. But this only happens by day.

By night, Ichigo exchanges his suit and tie for a jumpsuit and a handgun and works alongside a group of government trained assassins known as the Gotei 13. This special organization of highly trained killers is divided into 13 squads each lead by a captain, who are in turn lead by a captain commander. Each operative is responsible for two things: Loyalty to his or her squad and always following through with orders.

Ichigo always complied with orders, which is why he is one of the best in the business. He is captain of the 5th squad which specializes in international affairs. He usually sends out his field agents to do the jobs, but if it requires a highly skilled operative, then he will just finish the job himself. No one else knows of Ichigo's double life other than his family, or lack thereof.

'Fuck this shit! I've got other things to worry about.' He glances at his watch. 'Quarter to Six, time to call it a day.' He finishes stamping the remaining documents and stacks them on top of all of the other papers on his desk. He stuffs his laptop along some other documents into his laptop bag, grabs his jacket, and jetsets out into the busy streets of New York City.

They call this place, "The City that Never Sleeps," and it sure as hell lives up to that name, especially if your name is Ichigo Kurosaki.

He quickly gets into his car and drives into the busy streets. The sounds of talk radio fill his ears as he drives to his destination. When he arrives, he grabs a USB memory drive from the glove compartment and stands outside of the shop that reads, Urahara Shoten.

He walks into the shop and flips the "open" sign to the other side. Out from the back room comes in a man with shaggy blonde hair sporting a pin-stripe hat and a black suit with a green dress shirt and white tie.

"Kurosaki-San, I could have had some last minute customers coming in. How could you just casually shut my business down like that, tsk tsk. I thought I taught you better."

Ichigo smirks, "Ah, shut up, Urahara-san. I know that you've been practically done since your afternoon tea break."

"Must you always break my entrepeneuring spirit down?"

"Well someone's gotta do it."

"Well, what can I do for you, Kurosaki-san? Would you care for some tea?"

"Yes please."

Both men proceed into the back room where a woman around her thirties is sitting at the table and sipping tea. She has dark skin and has long violet hair tied into a high pony tail. She is sporting a black and orange jumpsuit.

Ichigo sits down at the table, "Nice to see you again, Yoruichi-san."

"Likewise, Ichigo. Nice to see you're enjoying your job playing office monkey for Mr. Nagasaki."

"It's not as easy as it seems. Tons, of paperwork to complete, following orders, but, oh wait, I'm already doing that here too, except the only difference is that I get to carry a gun with me."

Urahara serves Ichigo and himself tea. "Well, luckily for you we have an assignment for you since you've been on this self-given temporary hiatus." Yoruichi pulls out a folder and slides it over to Ichigo. "Does the name Rukia Kuchiki ring a bell?"

Ichigo opens the folder and looks at a set of pictures and papers, "Yeah, isn't she the heiress to Kuchiki Enterprises, younger sister of the stick up the ass captain , Byakuya Kuchiki?"

"Yes. Your next assignment is to guard and protect Rukia Kuchiki."

"Well, not to impose or anything but why can't Byakuya do it himself? He's one of the top agents in this organization and he's her older brother."

Urahara removes his hat, "Well, Kurosaki-san, the head captain himself asked us to give you this assignment on Byakuya's behalf. Miss Kuchiki is not aware of the existence of this organization nor does she know that she is being targeted by a group of commercialized thugs who are currently in debt to Byakuya's company. It is your duty to protect her, Kurosaki, because she can actually become a potentially valuable asset to this organization."

Yoruichi chimes in, "And because Byakuya will personally torture you if anything happens to his younger sister."

Ichigo shivers a bit. Byakuya Kuchiki is a cold, cold man. Ever since the death of his wife and Rukia's older sister, Hisana, he has completely shut off to the idea of emotions. No one ever wants to go against his orders or else there will be hell to pay.

"Alright, I accept the assignment."

Urahara smiles, "Good, good. Now, everything you need to know about Miss Kuchiki is in that folder. You know exactly what to do after you finish your de-briefing."

"Ichigo, if you need anything else, just give us a call. You know where to find us."

He stands up, grabs the folder, and is prepared to leave. "Thanks. Oh wait, almost forgot." He reaches into his pocket, pulls out the USB storage device, and slides it across the table.

"You guys might want that before the nutbag Kurotsuchi gets his hands on it."

Yoruichi and Urahara bid farewell to Ichigo as he walks back out to his car and drives away. She leans up against Urahara and he wraps an arm around his childhood friend.

"Hey Kiske, You think those two will drive each other crazy?"

"Knowing Kurosaki's attitude and Kuchiki's short temper, I'll be damned if they don't get sick of each other by the end of the week!"

Ichigo drives off into the city thinking about the assignment at hand.

'Rukia Kuchiki. Hopefully you don't have a stick up your ass like your brother does.'

A/N: Pretty short chapter. Just taste for what's to come. I promise it'll be longer next time! R&R and thanks for reading!

ReadMyThoughts24 signing out~