A/N: I don't own Bleach. Rewritten, enjoy.

In the scope of things good and evil there are two opposing life forces.

Angels and Devils.

An Angel has a merciful heart where a Devil's is as black as tar.

Not that any of this actually mattered in the scheme of God's divine plan.

Ever since the Great second war between Heaven and Hell an uneasy truce had stood. Devils could freely occupy certain parts of the world and not intrude on good deeds or small miracles worked by the divine ones also they could 'not' set foot in Heaven. If a delegation wanted to discuss new boundaries they would meet in a neutral area in the world of the Humans-Assiah.

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One sunny Sunday afternoon in Paris France, a Garganta portal was opened.

Four people-or shall we say-Devils stepped through.

"My Lady, will you require the entrance-?" asked a short stoop-backed creature wrapped in a long cloak, talon-like nails clutched at the torn dimensional fabric. The woman to whom the thing had spoken to, flipped her waist length brown hair back, the ends curled against the loose trouser pants and tunic blouse she had on—a human's outfit. The other three-an older boy around seventeen or eighteen, glanced around uninterestedly. His sisters, one a black haired girl with a perpetual scowl to match her brother's, said, "no. Jeeves, we plan on staying a while in this world."

The mother, Masaki, smiled slightly, "it is as my little Princess says. You may go."

Jeeves nodded, "as you wish. May you have an 'awful' day, My Lady."

"The same to you," she said, frowning slightly when a cloud of sulfurous fumes from Gehenna coiled around her high-heeled sandals. The Garganta sealed back up but the odor lingered. Masaki shook her head; something definitely had to be done about that. It wouldn't do to be walking among the humans smelling like the pit.

"Mother," interrupted the most quiet of her children, Yuzu, a small blond-haired girl whom carried the features of her aunt. Small and delicate seeming, she was most similar to an Angel even if her father was a Devil, "where are we going to shop?"

"Why…Harrods, of course!" Masaki declared; she could have sworn the sulfuric odor had imbedded itself in her clothing. While the girls cheered at the thought of 'raiding' one of the most premier Department stores in the world…the boy-Ichigo scowled. Despite his mother's insistence and annoyance about the sulfur smell clinging in the air— he scented something else.

Goodness, purity, if it had a scent that would be it.

Angels were afoot.

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For every bad deed there was needed a good deed to offset the damage.

Because of the Creator's sudden disappearance after the War and the truce made up, many of the so-called Saboath-or-Hosts of Angels were called upon to heal the ruin caused by marauding Devils in Assiah. Their goodness and pure light shed on the huddled masses relieved some of the despair that haunted the minds of men.

One such group, led by one of the current Seven virtues-kindness and head of the Heavenly choirs, Retsu Unohana, calmly explained the place of Angels in the society of men. Her Angels-in training all looked with fervent eyes up at their leader-except for one. Maybe make that two. A fire engine red head named Renji and to Retsu's disappointment, a short black-haired female with perfect features, Rukia Shelumiel—the best suited to become her new Adjutant.

If Rukia would only pay closer attention to what her superiors ordered her to do.

Retsu sighed heavily, "Rukia." A test was in order.

"Yes, Lady!" the small Angel had jolted upright nearly spilling the liquid contents of a Chalice she was told to carry.

"See that accident below in the square?"

Eight heads swiveled down; Rukia nodded.

"Well then, I want you to go and ease some of the suffering. Can you not hear the cries of a dying man trapped beneath the metal of the store's overhang?" Only higher-ranking Angels could discern suffering from so far away, but Retsu wanted to see how the little Angel would handle it.

"No. I cannot," Rukia answered truthfully, "if you wish it then I will try to help…though it may not be much comfort I can give…" she trailed off and looked a little hesitant about doing a job herself. If only Renji could go with her… Retsu as if sensing her mindset added dryly, "No, I absolutely forbid Abarai to assist you. Now go, humans are suffering down there!"

Gathering up the lengthy folds of the white toga style dress—mild summer wear for an Angel in Heaven's pleasant climate, Rukia spread her wings and jumped off the building. She descended gently, the soft fluttering caused a few feathers to fall upon the scene; the humans looked up in wonder at the slight shadow and peace that followed. The darkness that had gathered and rejoiced in pain retreated away to the distant corners and alleys.

Another Devil's plan was foiled.

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Men never enjoyed shopping that was a fact.

Without another backward glance, Ichigo had left his mother and sisters at the tall double doors of Harrods Department store. They had promised to pick him up a few items as well so there was no reason for him to hang around. Besides that, he was in a Hellion mood. Angels be damned. So off he went whistling and casting destruction along the busier stretches of Paris's streets. Near the corner of a quiet square he paused, it was just too quiet and peaceful…some disaster and violence was needed.

"O, spirits who revel in misery, I summon thee," he whispered. A couple on Holiday glanced his way as they passed him on the street. The woman muttered to her boyfriend, "what freaks the French are." Her tone cared slight malice and ill intention, Ichigo used it and added additional strength so that it grew and grew eventually rebounding on the woman who had originally started it.

The unsuspecting couple was standing beneath the awning of a store, casually looking at the goods for sale. Once the darkness had seeped in…the metal above them suddenly gave way, pinning the man to the ground. The woman had been thrown aside and was now screaming for help…Ichigo doubted anyone would heed her pleas.

While he was enjoying the scene of chaos created by his own hands, he failed to note the group of Angels on the building next over. Until…one of them extended her wings and glided down. Shrinking back into the corner he watched with curious hell-fire eyes as the white feathers scattered by the Angel dispelled his malevolent darkness. Strange, she didn't seem to realize a Demon had caused it for after reaching ground level; she immediately applied a spell in Teleleme to move the wreckage.

The ridiculous humans stared as if spellbound while the buried man was freed. Ichigo himself was unwittingly captivated by the small Angel's grace. Grace-that's what they called it. Pure grace that allowed a certain sort of serenity to fall and soothe even the darkest of hearts. His was calmed by the light radiating from her wings, her small form turned, the white gown swished and for a second their gazes met.

Golden amber and sea blue.

The little Angel's face was perfect with delicate features and creamy skin, her eyes widened just a fraction, Ichigo wondered why. The answer came soon enough.

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When Masaki had observed the faint lightening in the atmosphere inside and outside; her suspicions were aroused. Her senses long dead to anything of the spiritual nature suddenly perked up and at the same time a rustle of Astral energy floated over the city. "Ichigo!" she cried, dropping the silk blouse she had pulled from the rack. Yuzu was the closest and was at her side in an instant, "what? What's wrong with Ichi-nii?"

"Your brother…" Masaki began, the Astral energy she felt was enormous. Which meant it could only be one of the Archangels. "Mother!" Karin ran up to them, neatly hoping over a downed salesclerk, a pink prom style dress in hand, "Angels! We have to hurry! Brother's in danger!"

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Retsu knew she was a fool not to have sensed it before. The negative energy of a Demon-in the relative vicinity; maybe not of Dragon master strength or age but still powerful enough to conjure up ancient evil. Namely spirits sworn to respond to the call of Hell's Royal family; however, Retsu didn't expect the whole 'family' to arrive on scene-minus the High King.

Once her own Astral energy swept the area as she and the rest of her cadets went down to the square, another more ominous dark energy rushed in. Behind the boy—she could only assume him the Prince—a tall woman appeared along with two young girls—the Queen and the princesses. How very quaint. The former Seven Virtues-kindness coming face-to-face with her replacement.

Rukia, Retsu noticed, seemed to have caught the eye of the Prince.

Well may Hell be blessed—instead of the other way around.

"Lady Masaki," Retsu said in a guarded tone, "I believe you and—" she searched for the right word, " your offspring. Have crossed the Benediction line. Paris is off limits to those of your kind. Please remove yourselves to another city not within the border."

Masaki had once shone with a beautiful Holy light but now those days were long gone and her expression darkened to something befitting the underworld's Queen, "if you may have forgotten, third Virtues," she said alluding to Retsu's position, " the children are—"

"Filthy half-breeds," Retsu said simply. The collective as in—her cadets—shrank away from the visible fury emanating from the Queen of the underworld. While they clutched at each other, Rukia-who didn't understand what all the fuss was about what was a 'half-breed' anyway? Came up with a simple solution.

"Lady Retsu," she said loudly.

Everyone drew breath, even Masaki stopped in her evil eye giving, to stare at the small dark-haired Angel approaching the higher-ranked one. "Lady Retsu, should we not give them quarter just this once?" Rukia stopped before Retsu and clasped her hands demurely in front of her, "after all that is why we are here. To undo the damage caused by letting Demons run freely in this world."

Masaki could scarcely believe her eyes; an Angel was sticking up for the rights of Demons? Not just any Demons but the Royal family? What was wrong with this girl?! Ichigo seemed to not have any problem with it. Wisely, Masaki recognized the signs…oh her 'lil devil was all grown up! Silently she scrutinized the small Angel and slowly came to the conclusion that Ichigo had good taste.

The girl was very pretty almost as pretty as Karin but in a different way. And the light emanating off of her was just some of the purest Masaki had ever seen-even purer than Retsu's. Which was surprising in a way. The Seven Virtues were supposed to be the strongest and most Holy spiritual beings in Heaven besides the Creator, of course. Probably Retsu had machinations for power, which unpurified her aura to some extent.

At least that was what Masaki figured.

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"Maybe…you are right," Retsu said after a few minutes of thinking on Rukia's suggestion. "With all due respect, Lady Retsu," Rukia added, "your decisions are always correct." Retsu smiled faintly, again she thought of making the little Angel her Adjutant. "Okay just for today the area of Paris France is no longer under the Benediction line. You may pass," Retsu declared to the waiting Demons.

They looked just as relieved as Rukia did.

"Thank you, Lady Retsu," Rukia said shyly to her superior. The other Angels were busy gathering up the few scattered items they'd brought to Assiah. Retsu had decided to take them back to Etenamenki for the time being. Let the Devils have the run of the city.

"I trust your judgment. That is why I agreed as I did," Retsu explained, she unfolded her large wings, Rukia did the same. Compared to Retsu's, her own were embarrassingly small—at least in her mind. The Devils were hovering at the corner still, waiting for the Angels to depart. One in particular—the boy, he had bright orange hair-that alone would make him stand out anywhere but the entire time he hadn't taken his eyes off her. It was slightly unnerving to Rukia even more so to Retsu who knew what his look meant.

She placed a guarding arm around Rukia's shoulders and steered her away; just before they were to leap into the sky, a male voice stopped them, "hey!" Rukia looked first, Retsu more slowly. She was right. It was the Demon Prince who had spoken. "You! In the toga, what's your name?" he had his hands cupped like a megaphone.

Rukia glanced at Retsu for approval, which she shook her head-no.

"I'm sorry but I can't tell you," she called.

Masaki thinking some persuasion was in order said smoothly, "I too, would like to know your name, young lady For it was by your intercession that my children and I get to spend the day in Paris…so won't you tell us?" Her smile was genuine and by losing some of her malevolence, she gained a smidgen of the light she used to possess.

Retsu quickly answered for her, when she saw the Angel wavering, "I'm very sorry, Lady Masaki. But etiquette forbids any interaction between Heaven's Angels and Hell's Demons. You understand. It violates the truce." Now that was an outright lie, Masaki knew, but chose not to comment. Slowly the Angels began disappearing into the sky; Retsu and Rukia were the last.

The Demon Prince, disappointed, could only mutter what Retsu termed as a threat.

"I'll find out your name…AND THEN I'LL FIND YOU."

~~~~~~To be continued~~~~~~

Note: Etenamenki-Angel city in Heaven.