Hey y'all, okay so this is my first fanfic...ever, and i hope you enjoy it. Please bare with me here if it's not good at first, i promise that i'll try to make it better.

A quick heads up, some of the weapons mentioned you probably won't know, unless you play Call of Duty like me (yes i'm a guy if you was wondering)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own bleach, and only half the story (I have to thank my friend DetriotBleachWings for the idea, but the plot is mine its all mine! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *coughs*) he, well enjoy.

Forks of lightning split the night sky as Rukia drove down the deserted road. The clouds pelted the car with massive drops of rain as Rukia slowed the car to a halt at the stop sign. She looked at the clock as she drove off again. It was 11:30 pm and she was late getting home.

"Damn it, Bayakuya's not going to be happy," she looked in her rearview mirror and saw lights come up behind her traveling fast. As she pulled to a stop at another sign the car zipped past. A gunshot rang out in the night, barely audible over the thunder, but Rukia heard it. The bullet passed through the driver's window and in front of her face before exiting the passenger window. Her first instinct was to duck, but had been taught since she was little never to duck, so she hit the gas and peeled away from the four way intersection turning left towards the highway.

The car turned around and sped after Rukia's Dodge Charger. Rukia drifted around a corner, the tires squealing in protest as they fought for traction on the wet road. She held her breath as she waited to hydroplane out of control and die, but the tires somehow found contact with the asphalt and she sped up the on ramp and flew into the middle of what little traffic there was at night. The six lane highway coupled with the low traffic allowed her to get the car up past 80 even though the speed limit was 65.

"Damn it, where are the cops when you actually need them?" she reached for her Blackberry as she saw her adversary pull up behind her. Another shot rang out and the back window shattered. She slouched in her seat and dialed the number she knew so well.

"Hello?" the male answered.

"Renji!" Rukia screamed into the phone as her driver side mirror exploded which cracked the glass of the driver's window a little more.

"Rukia? Where the hell are you? Byakuya was just about to send someone out to find you."

"Renji listen, I'm on the highway heading out of Karakura. I'm being chased and shot at by someone."

"Who? Damn it Rukia who?" Renji shouted earning him a look from Bayakuya.

"I don't know, Renji. I need backup though."

"I want to talk to her," she heard in the background. "Rukia," Byakuya said as he tore the phone from Renji's hand.

"Godfather," she breathed. "Please help me," she begged and screamed as another bullet knocked the rearview mirror off the car.

"Where are you?"

"I'm leaving Karakura right now, by the highway 7 exit," she said as she passed the sign that announced the city limits.

"There is a gas station close to you. Pull off there and turn around and come home. You're in trouble," Rukia nodded to herself.

"Yes sir, I'll come home," she hung up her cell and tossed it roughly onto the seat next to her. She saw the Shell station on her right and turned into the parking lot. She stopped the car by the door and shut off the engine. She climbed out of the car quickly and hurried inside the store. She grabbed a Hershey's bar and a Coke and went up to the counter.

She paid for her supplies and walked back outside. She looked around to make sure no one was watching before she slipped into her car and started the engine. She backed away from her spot and drove onto the highway, hoping to make it home without any further incidents. As she turned onto the off ramp the car shuddered.

"No! Damn it no!" she screamed at her car and pounded on the dash. "Come on, not now!" the car slowed down as the engine failed. Rukia hit the brakes and the gas but nothing happened. "Shit," the car slowed and finally stopped across the street from a small house in the middle of the woods. She reached over and grabbed her M9 from the glove box. She opened the door and stepped out. The cold November air bit her face and hands as she walked quickly to the road and looked around before tugging her black leather jacket tighter around her before she started to walk to the house. The road was pretty much devoid of life, but she saw one room in the house had light pouring through the window.

"I'll see if they have a phone," she murmured to herself and quickly ran up the stairs to the front door and paused before she knocked on the door. She heard footsteps come slowly to the door before they stopped.

"Who is it?" a male voice asked as the outside lights came on.

"My name is Rukia Kuchiki. My car died and need to call a tow truck," she called through the door. She heard locks being disengaged and she raised her pistol to cover the door. The door drew itself inwards and she found herself staring down the barrel of an Anaconda .44 Magnum. She gulped and looked up into the amber eyes and below the head of orange hair. She felt her breath catch and she couldn't look away from those gorgeous eyes.

"Gun," the man stated simply with a scowl on his face holding out his hand. She handed the gun over quickly and he put his gun in the holster on his hip. He was wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt that was tight over his body. "Now that that's settled," he stepped aside so she could walked under his arm "Come on in," she nodded and walked into the front foyer of the small house. She took her muddy shoes off and set them down on a rug. The man closed the door and locked it.

"Can I borrow your phone please?" she asked as he walked away from her.

"Yeah, follow me," she followed him into the small living area that had one couch and a recliner with a small coffee table. The bookcase had a 36" TV and was surrounded by books, movies, and games. She saw an Xbox 360 set up by the TV and a game of Call of Duty was running. "The phone's here," he said pointing to the wireless phone on the coffee table. "But, the car companies are closed for the night. I'd wait to call them in the morning."

"Oh, can I call my brother then?" he nodded and she picked up the phone.

"Give me your jacket," he said and she looked at him in surprise and clutched her jacket tighter. He smiled lightly and shook his head. "I'm just going to put the jacket in the closet," he said and she followed his finger to the closet door. She pulled off her jacket and handed it to him slowly watching as he hung in the closet. He nodded to her and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Hello?" Bayakuya answered the phone after the first ring.

"Godfather, it's me. My car broke down. I'm at a man's house using his phone."

"You're what?"

"Brother, its okay. He let me use his phone."

"Where is this house?" Rukia sighed.

"It's just off the 7 off ramp. It's the only house for miles, you can't miss it."

"Why didn't you call on your cell phone?"

"The battery is dead," she lied, it was still in the car. "I was on my way home when the engine died. I'll call a wrecker in the morning to come and get the car."

"Very well. I'll send Renji to pick you up."

"No need. I'll just see you in the morning. I can take care of myself brother. Good night," she hung up the phone as the man walked back in. 'Why did I just say that? He's going to be more pissed tomorrow.'

"Sit down," he said and motioned to the couch. She nodded and took a seat. He handed her a cup of tea before sitting down in the chair. She stared into the cup suspiciously before looking up at him.

"No, it's not poisoned or filled with any drugs," he said and took a sip of his cup. "You look cold Miss Kuchiki. Why not drink your tea?" he asked as he leaned back. She took a small sip and waited for pain or darkness, but nothing happened except for that warm feeling you get when drinking tea on a cold night. "See," she nodded and drank some more.

"So, you know my name," she said after she swallowed. "What's yours?"

"I'm Ichigo Kurosaki, but you can call me Ichigo," he set the cup down and stared at her over his hands. "Now, why are you out here so late? Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Excuse me? Don't you know who I am?"

"Well, obviously not since I'm asking some questions that you expect me to know."

"I'm the younger sister of the leader of the Kuchiki Family," Ichigo blinked at the name. "I'm 18 years old and therefore have no curfew," she lied.

"If you're the sister of one of the most powerful men in the city, where are your bodyguards?"

"I escaped them," she smiled into her tea. "But, my car broke down and stopped across the street so I came over here to borrow your phone," Ichigo stood up and walked to the window.

"I see, well the wreckers won't be able to get out here until morning. Why don't you sleep here tonight?"

"What?" Rukia asked nearly choking on her tea. 'This gorgeous man was asking her to stay the night? Of course she would say yes.'

"It's late. You can sleep in my bed," she blinked and turned red from anger and embarrassment. Hearing no answer Ichigo turned around and looked at her face raising an eyebrow. "I don't have a guest room and I'm not letting a guest sleep on the couch. You get my bed, and I'll sleep out here," he said when he noticed her face.

"Oh, oh I see. I thought you meant," she trailed off embarrassed again and he laughed.

"You thought I was asking you to sleep with me?" she nodded and he laughed again. "Not on your life midget. You sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

"Thank you," she said and stood, pissed that he commented on her size when he barely knew her.

"No problem, follow me," he led her to the bedroom where a king-sized waterbed sat in the corner of the room. "Here you are. My sisters have cloths here and I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you wore them," he said looking her up and down. "You're about the same size," She looked down at her body and then at his face the blush getting worse.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she growled at him kicking him in the shin.

"Just that you and my sisters are the same size is all," he said as he rubbed his shin. "What was that for?"

"That was for calling me a midget earlier," she smiled sweetly at him and he limped away.

"I'll wake you up early and take you home," he called from the front room. She leaned out the doorway and watched as he made the couch into a bed. She watched as he took off his shirt to reveal a well muscled chest and abs. His arms were bigger than she first thought and his back was muscled too. She ducked back into the room and blushed, pissed and…excited?...that she was checking him out when she had only just met him.

She removed her Chappy t-shirt but left her black bra and blue jean shorts on before she climbed into the bed with a feeling that something was bound to happen. The rolled over and faced the door breathing deep. The smell on the pillow somehow calmed her and made her feel safe. She quickly fell asleep to dreams of the hot man that was sleeping on the couch.

Agent Ichigo Kurosaki was sitting on the couch playing a round of Modern Warfare 2 while looking at the laptop screen. He was finishing up his work for the day and was about to go to bed. He had a drug bust the next morning and needed to get some sleep before the raid. He yawned as he got a 25 kill streak and dropped the nuke to win the match for his team. He scowled to himself as someone knocked on the door. He backed out from the lobby and stood, closing his laptop and grabbing his gun from the table next to his beer.

"Who is it?" he asked as he turned the outside lights on.

"My name is Rukia Kuchiki. My car died and need to call a tow truck," a woman called through the door. He unlocked the door and pointed the gun where her chest should be and opened the door. He watched her violet eyes widen as she looked down the barrel. He saw the gun in her hand and held out his empty one. He forced himself to breath evenly.

"Gun," he said and put his gun away and stepped to the side. "Now that that's settled, come on in," she nodded and walked into the front foyer of the small house. She took her muddy shoes off and set them down on a rug. Ichigo closed the door and locked it.

"Can I borrow your phone please?" she asked as he walked away from her into the living room.

"Yeah, follow me," he said and motioned to the table after picking up his laptop. "The phone's here," he said. "But, the car companies are closed for the night. I'd wait to call them in the morning," he put his laptop in his bag as she scanned the room.

"Oh, can I call my brother then?" Ichigo nodded and she picked up the phone.

"Give me your jacket," he said and she looked at him in surprise and clutched her jacket tighter. He smiled lightly and shook his head. "I'm just going to put the jacket in the closet," Ichigo said and pointed at the closet door. She pulled off her jacket and handed it to him slowly. He put her jacket in the closet and turned back to her. He nodded to her and disappeared into the kitchen.

Ichigo started some tea as she called her brother. He knew that name from somewhere. Kuchiki, it rang a bell in his mind, but he ignored it as he poured the tea. He walked back into the living room as she hung up the phone. "Sit down," Ichigo pointed to the couch with his hand. He handed her the cup of tea as she sat down. He sat down in his recliner and watched as she looked at the tea, suspicion in her eyes. "No, it's not poisoned or filled with drugs," he sipped his tea to show her he meant no harm. "You look cold Miss Kuchiki. Why not drink your tea?" he relaxed into his chair and smiled slightly as she took a sip. "See," she nodded and continued to drink.

"So, you know my name. What's yours?" she asked and Ichigo looked at her.

"I'm Ichigo Kurosaki, but you can call me Ichigo," he set the cup on the coffee table and folded his hands. "Now, why are you out here so late? Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked curious as to why she would be out this late.

"Excuse me?" she seemed flustered at the comment. "Don't you know who I am?"

"Obviously not since I'm asking some questions that you expect me to know," he said and stared at her, trying to take deep breaths.

"I'm the younger sister of the leader of the Kuchiki Family," Ichigo blinked as he remembered where he had heard the name.

'So this was the Rukia Kuchiki that was the "princess" of the strongest mafia family in Karakura. Not bad looking for a mafia princess…whoa, what? Why am I thinking like that?'

"I'm 18 years old and therefore have no curfew," he raised an eyebrow, it was clear that she was lying about not having a curfew. The sister of a mafia family leader was sure to have a curfew plus bodyguards.

"If you're the sister of one of the most powerful men in the city, where are your bodyguards?" he asked, curious as to why they wouldn't be present.

"I escaped them," she said, seemingly proud about it by the way she smiled. "But my car broke down and stopped across the street so I came over here to borrow your phone," Ichigo stood up and walked to the window. He saw a Dodge Charger sitting across the street, and he could see that it was damaged pretty badly.

"I see, well the wreckers won't be able to get out here until morning. Why don't you sleep here tonight?"

"What?" he thought she might be choking on her tea. He smiled to himself.

"It's late. You can sleep in my bed," he didn't get an answer right away so he turned to look at her. Her face was red, whether from anger or embarrassment he was unsure of. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't have a guest room and I'm not letting a guest sleep on the couch," Her face got redder, if that was even possible seeing as how she could make a fire truck look pink at the moment. "You get my bed, and I'll sleep out here," he clarified and struggled to keep the smile from his face at the images of her sleeping next to him. 'What? Why am I having these thoughts? I just met her tonight.''

"Oh, oh I see. I though you meant," she became quiet and he could tell she was flustered. He laughed at her embarrassment.

"You though I was asking you to sleep with me?" when she nodded he forced himself to laugh again. "Not on your life midget. You sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the couch," she looked at him with fire in her eyes.

"Thank you," she said sweetly and stood. He didn't know why he called her a midget. She was short, true, but he couldn't keep himself from looking at her. 'Why do I feel like an asshole for calling her a midget?'

"No problem, follow me," he walked down the hallway to his room and opened the door. He did a quick search but found none of his weapons or papers. "Here you are. My sisters have cloths here and I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you wore them," he inspected her. She was small on every account, from her breasts to her legs, but she was well defined. She had enough muscle to give her an athletic appearance but not so much as to make her look like a body builder. Her breasts were small but looked firm and he would bet that they would fit in his hands perfectly, and…

'What?' Ichigo shook the images from his mind and mentally slapped himself a few times. "You're about the same size," he said trying not to blush as she looked at her body then at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she growled at him and kicked him in the shin.

"Just that you and my sisters are the same size is all," he hopped around rubbing the pain from his shin. Damn she could kick. "What was that for?"

"That was for calling me a midget earlier," she smiled at him sweetly and he limped into the living room.

"I'll wake you up early and take you home," he yelled at her from the living room as he pulled a blanket and pillow from the closet. He walked over to the couch and set up his makeshift bed. He took his shirt off and lay down; he smiled in his mind when he felt her staring at him, before he mentally kicked himself. She was the sister of the most powerful man in the city. He didn't know what that feeling in his chest was when he looked at her. He didn't know why he wanted to protect her when he barely even knew her.

The feelings he was having frightened him a little because he had no idea what they were. When he first saw her he was surprised at the feeling that she was beautiful. She was a mafia member, and Byakuya's sister at that. He shouldn't be feeling this way, he shouldn't be feeling like he would do anything for her, but he did. His last thought as he drifted away was about how he wanted to be protect her from everything.

Rukia sat up in bed, she felt sweat run down her back and between her breasts as she sat there under the covers. She thought she had heard a noise from outside. She slipped out of the bed and walked into the hallway. She crossed her arms over herself since that house was cold and it was making her break out in goose bumps. The whole house was dark, but she could hear scratching at the wall. She walked over to the couch saw Ichigo sleeping on his stomach on the couch snoring lightly his left arm and leg hanging over the side. She went over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Ichigo, wake up," she whispered and he snorted in his sleep. "Seriously, wake up," she tapped him again, and this time he opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Yes?" he asked and yawned. Those amber eyes seemed to glow in the dark and she had to swallow before she could speak again.

"I heard something," he looked at her and she sighed. "I heard a scratching outside and it woke me up.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked and yawned. "And what time is it anyway?"

"I don't know what time it is, but you have guns don't you? Go see what it is, or do you want my brother to find out that you didn't protect me?" 'Why should I care if he protects me or not? I can take care of myself…Still, it would be sexy if he stood up for me…Wait, what?'

"Your brother doesn't scare me," Ichigo yawned and rolled over so his back was to her. Rukia opened her mouth to scream at him when Ichigo sat up. She was knocked breathless as she stared at his body, but he didn't notice that, he was staring off at the wall.

"What noise did you say it was?"

"What noise?"

"The noise that woke you," he said. "What did it sound like?" he looked at her and they made eye contact. She felt sparks jump between them, and thought he felt the same thing by the look of shock in his eyes before it was quickly masked over. He looked down and stared at her, 'or rather through me.'

"It sounded like someone was scratching the window with knife or something," she said and Ichigo looked at her.

"Did you notice something?" he asked her staring as he slowly got to his feet.

"Like what?" she asked him eyebrow raised as he put his hands on her shoulders. She stiffened at the electricity that jumped through her when they touched and it barely registered to her that he felt it too before he swallowed.

"There are no windows in my room," she blinked and tried to think back. It was true she had to admit after a few seconds. There weren't any windows in his room, and few windows at all that she could see.

"But, what was that noise that I heard?" she asked and he took a small step back. She sighed in…

'Disappointment? Why would she, Rukia Kuchiki, be disappointed that he broke contact?' Ichigo walked over to the window and looked out.

"The car's gone," he said and rushed back to the couch.

"What?" she rushed to the window but he grabbed her wrist before she could take two steps.

"Don't go near that window," he knelt in front of the couch and lifted the cushions. In the false bottom of the couch there were guns, a lot of guns. Being part of a mafia family she knew most of the weapons. She saw an M16, M4 Carbine, AK 47, Mini Uzi, there was a P90, two Model 1887 lever action shotguns, a Stryker, a…AUG Hubar? 'Why would he have a machine gun?' There were shitloads of clips and magazines stacked in the couch too.

"Stay here," He ran to his room and reappeared a few minutes later, fully clothed in a pair of black jeans with a rip on the right knee, a dark blue T-Shirt and holsters on his thighs, hips, and on the shoulders. He walked over to the recliner and flipped the cushion back revealing flash grenades, stun grenades, frag grenades, and a Bowie knife, and a few smoke grenades.

"Where did you get all this?" she asked. Even though she was part of the richest family in the mafia underground she had never seen so many weapons.

"I'll explain later," he said grabbed the 1887s and shoved them into his thigh holsters. "Right now though we need to get out of here," he closed the bottom of the cushions and grabbed the handles after settling the laptop bag on his shoulder.

"Oh I see, they're in big boxes," he nodded and walked towards a door. "Where are we going?"

"The garage, now please open the door," she did and turned on the light as Ichigo walked into the garage. There in the garage, lit by two small, yet somehow bright, lights was a Mustang Convertible. A royal blue, 1980 Mustang Convertible.

"No way," Rukia looked on in aw.

"Yes way," Ichigo snapped and set down the two boxes. He opened the doors and lifted the back seats. He carefully placed the crates in the seats before putting the seats back to normal and closing the doors. "Now, if you would like to help?" he walked back into the house and grabbed the last crate. "Go get dressed," she looked down as he walked back into the garage. She was still in her bra and shorts.

"Oh," she blushed realizing that the only reason he had been staring at her was because she was half naked. She rushed into the bedroom and grabbed her shirt, pulling it one. She ran into the front foyer and started to slip on her shoes when the power went out. "Ichigo!" she called into the darkness. She finished with her shoes and started to walk across the carpet. She banged her shin on the coffee table and yelped in pain. She bounced around for a second before hearing the same scratching noise from before.

"Ichigo?" She started to walk towards the sound. There was loud bang and fire erupted from the bedroom briefly lighting the house. She flew backwards from the shockwave and hit the couch hard enough to tip it backwards. She screamed in pain as the couch landed on her. She felt the couch move off her but couldn't see who it was because the room had gone dark again, the flames extinguished by someone.

"Ichigo?" the man above her laughed.

"I don't know this Ichigo person, but I assume he's the man that lives here," she new that voice, even behind the skull like mask that kid his face, his silver hair barely showing behind the helmet.

"Gin Ichimaru," she breathed. "The second in command of the Hollow Family," Gin laughed. 'What is Aizen's second doing here?' "Ichigo!"

"Now, now Rukia, it'll do no good to scream," Gin said as he leaned over her.

"Ichi-" her scream was cut off as Gin's fist struck her left cheek, dazing her, before he taped her mouth shut.

"I told you it would do no good," Gin said and bound her wrists in front of her. "I'd have some fun with you, but you're just too small," Gin laughed as he roughly grabbed her breasts. She sobbed behind the tape that Gin had attached to her mouth. He laughed and stood. "Grab her," he said and then stopped as he heard a quiet clicking noise. He looked down and saw a flash grenade at his feet. "Shit," the flash bang went off and Gin grabbed head in pain as he was blinded through the night vision goggles and had suddenly gone deaf.

Rukia tried to blink the light away, but she couldn't. She lay there for quite sometime listening hard as she got her hearing back. She heard a gunshot and a scream before she felt someone touch her neck. She struggled for a moment before she felt herself being lifted carefully. She felt like she was flying and she realized that she was being carried away, to where she didn't know, by who? She still couldn't see in the dark. She tried to fight back and connected with something a few times with her bound fists earning a very satisfying grunt before the person lightly grabbed her arms to hold her still. "If you keep fighting me Rukia we'll never make it," she realized that it Ichigo who was carrying her and she relaxed, laying her head against his chest. She felt him lower her until she felt leather under her and faintly realized that she must be in the Mustang before she lost consciousness from the pain in her leg.

Ichigo set the last crate in the trunk of the car and opened it. He grabbed a flash bang and stun grenade before he pulled on a pair of night vision goggles and reached for the UMP 45 and the Desert Eagle. The lights went out before he could grab his weapons and he turned on the night vision. The garage leapt up in green and he quickly grabbed the UMP 45, attaching a silencer to it. He put the Desert Eagle in a holster and slowly made his way to the door after grabbing the Bowie knife and carefully sliding it into the sheath on his lower leg.

"Ichigo!" He heard Rukia call for him as he quietly made his way into the house closing the door behind him quietly, but was thrown to the ground an instant later by an explosion that ripped open the door he had just closed. He was covered in debris but felt no pain which meant that he was fine for the time being. He waited as men rushed past him. He counted 20 legs and did some quick math. Ten men, this would be easy, his thoughts were put on hold as he heard Rukia scream. He pushed himself to his feet and walked towards the sound quickly.

"Ichigo!" she screamed again. He stopped and looked around the corner of the kitchen to see men standing above Rukia. "Ichi-" he watched the man that knelt next to her punch her across the face. Ichigo barely contained the growl that was threatening to rise for some reason. He cocked the UMP and grabbed a flash bang from the clip on his belt. He pulled the pin and waited for the man kneeling by Rukia to stand up.

"I told you it would do no good," the man said as he bound her wrists with tape. "I'd have some fun with you, but you're just too small," he laughed as he roughly grabbed her breasts. Ichigo heard her sob behind the tape that was covering her mouth and bit his lower lip hard to keep from screaming and attacking. The bastard laughed and stood. "Grab her," he said and Ichigo lost it. He tossed the flash bang into the room and hid behind the counter. The grenade went off and he stood. The first shot took the man who had tied up Rukia in the chest throwing him to the ground.

He quickly killed two more men, both riddled with bullets, and watched as blood spurted from the bullet holes as the shots went through them, before they hit the ground. The others were shakily getting to their feet and clipped the UMP to his belt before he grabbed the knife. He grabbed one man and slit his throat before moving away to avoid the spray of blood as the man fell to the ground, trying to stop the life that was slipping away. He ducked under the slow punch of a second man and stabbed him twice in the right side before jamming the knife his back, just above the heart. He twisted and let the knife go, it sailed through the air with a soft whistle and thudded into another man's neck pinning him to the wall. The man pulled the trigger of the gun in his hand and bullets flew around the room until he ran out of ammo. He dropped the gun and grabbed his throat, trying to pull the knife from his neck. Blood seeped through his fingers as he bled to death.

Ichigo grabbed his 1887s from their holsters and flipped them forward to load cartridges before flipping them up again so he could fire. He raised the shotguns and fired one shot from each, blowing the arms off one man. Ichigo cocked them again in the same fashion and shot the same man, blowing two holes in his chest. Ichigo ducked under a swing and cocked the guns again. He pressed the barrels to the man's back and pulled the triggers. The man was thrown forward, his lungs and heart where shredded by the shells.

He pressed the barrels to a second raider, one barrel to his stomach the second to his head. Ichigo pulled the triggers, blowing out his back and severing the spine as well as getting rid of what little brains the man had to start with. He tucked one of the guns away in the holster and hit a man over the face with the butt of the other gun before cocking it and holding it to the right. Without taking his eyes off the man in front of him he pulled the trigger smiling as he heard the man shout and fall to the ground. Ichigo coked the gun and fired again; silencing the screams of the man at his feet by making his head disappear.

"Now, I want information," Ichigo said as he cocked the gun and pressed it to the man's right leg. "Every time you refuse to answer I get rid of an appendage. Understand?" The man nodded. "Good, now who do you work for?"

"I can't say that," the man said, with a slightly Scottish accent, and then screamed when Ichigo pulled the trigger nearly severing his leg.

"I warned you. Now, who do you work for!" Ichigo screamed in his face.

"His name is Aizen!" the man sobbed.

"Good, that wasn't so hard was it?" Ichigo cooed and grinned evilly. "Who was in command here?" The man shook his head and screamed as Ichigo blew his left arm off just above the elbow. Blood flowed to the floor and the man tried to slide down the wall, but Ichigo's gun in the face made him think otherwise.

"Gin, he was in command here," the man tried to stop the blood flow using his other hand.

"Which one is Gin?" Ichigo asked and the man pointed.

"Him, the one that grabbed Rukia," Ichigo stared at him a second before blowing off his right arm just above the wrist. Which unfortunately got rid of the man's liver. "Ahh! What was that for!"

"You don't deserve to use her name like that, got it?" he nodded as tears ran down his face from pain and fear. "Why were you sent here?"

"To kill you and Ru- uh, Miss Kuchiki," Ichigo growled.

"Why?"

"Aizen knows that you are an undercover cop. He told us to kill you so you wouldn't get in his way tomorrow at the drop site," the man waited a moment as Ichigo nodded to himself.

"What about Rukia? Why did you try to kill her?"

"We had a hit on her too."

"Obvisouly, but why?" Ichigo asked and cocked the gun when he got no answer.

"I don't know," the man said and screamed as Ichigo severed his left leg. "I swear to you I don't know!" he screamed as he lay on the ground in a pool of blood that was growing bigger by the second. Ichigo pressed the gun barrel to the man's crotch. "I DON'T KNOW! I swear to you, I don't know! He never told us why," he sobbed.

"Then you are of no use to me," Ichigo said and pressed the barrel into the man's mouth roughly. He pulled the trigger and the man jumped as his brains splattered against the wall. Ichigo stood up and grabbed a rag, cleaning the gun off. He put the 1887 back into its holster and walked over to where the man was pinned to the wall by his knife. "I need this back now, you don't mind do you?" he asked grabbing the handle. He pulled the knife free and the body slid to the ground. "I thought not," he looked around the living room. There was blood everywhere, it filled his nostrils and made him want to gag, but he held his bile down and walked over to Rukia. He noticed her left leg was broken and she was quiet. Fearing the worst he grabbed her lightly, feeling a pulse and a weak struggle.

He picked her up and started to carry her to the car. She tried to fight him and her small fists connected with his face a few time making him grunt. He lightly grabbed her arms to hold her still. "If you keep fighting me Rukia we'll never make it," he whispered in her ear and she stopped fighting. It surprised him a bit when she laid her head against his chest.

When he got to the car he set her down carefully in the backseat, trying not to hurt her. "There you are," he said and noticed that she had gone out. He carefully untapped her hands, and slowly peeled the tape from her mouth. He pulled her to a sitting position and buckled her up. He let her lean against the window as he pulled the top up and latched it shut. He ran back inside and grabbed two coats; her black leather jacket and his brown one. He climbed into the car after laying both jackets on Rukia and rolled up the windows before starting the car and opening the garage door. He turned on the lights and drove into the rain not noticing the four men standing by the front door.

"I must get to Urahara," he said to himself as he drove. He noticed a small pain in his arm now that the adrenaline was going away. He put his left arm to his right shoulder and felt a hot liquid. He looked down and saw blood running down his arm. "Shit, when did that happen?" he kept driving, but broke most of the laws trying to get to Urahara's place.

Ichigo picked up the LG Shine that was sitting in the consol next to him. He quickly rolled through the contacts until he came to his friend and co-worker.

"Hello?" Urahara answered the phone with a yawn just as Ichigo was getting ready to turn.

"Urahara. It's great to hear your voice right now," Ichigo said as he took the turn.

"Well, I guess since I talked to you just this morning. What can I help you with?" Urahara yawned over the phone.

"Get Yoruichi up, I need a doctor," he could tell that Urahara was stunned.

"And why should I get up my lovely wife for your troubles?"

"One; I introduced you two. Two; we were attacked a few minutes ago by Aizen's men. Three-"

"Whoa, hold on. We?"

"Yes, we. Me and one hot Rukia Kuchiki."

"Did you call Rukia Kuchiki hot?" Ichigo blinked.

"Uh, yeah I think I did. Listen; I'll explain as much as I can when I get there. Please, she's hurt."

"How bad?" Urahara asked all business now.

"Just a broken leg, but she's out,"

"Okay, I'll get Yoruichi up-"

"DON'T WORRY I'M UP! HI ICHIGO!"

"Say hi for me will you?"

"Why don't you scream in my ear too?" Urahara complained as he rubbed his ringing ear.

"HI YORUICHI!" Ichigo yelled and heard a thump as Urahara hit the floor.

"That was uncalled for," Urahara groaned.

"Oh get over it," Yoruichi yelled in the background. "Tell me what's going on before they get here," Urahara groaned again.

"I'll let you go now Hat N' Clogs," Ichigo grinned over the pain in his arm.

"Shut up. I'll see you when you get here," Urahara said and hung up after yawning again. Ichigo snapped the phone shut and tossed it to the seat next to him. He looked back at Rukia who was still sleeping.

"Hold on Rukia. We'll be there soon," he focused on the road again and took the long road to Urahara's shop.

Okay, i hope y'all enjoyed it. I'll try to update ASAP, though i work most of the week, plus Martial Arts training at night is going to kill me.

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