97A/N:
Oh hi! Don't know if this story is going to be very good, but I'm excited about it!
Chapter Warnings: OOC, Mentions of Murder.
Characters Introduced: Ichigo Kurosaki, Urahara Kisuke, Yoruichi Shihōin, and Uryū Ishida.
Assassin: One who murders by surprise attack, especially one who carries out a plot to kill a prominent person.
"Hello, I'm crime scene reporter Kimi Watson streaming to you live from Governor Jonathan Willson's home. As you can see behind me, his family is simply heartbroken. About one hour ago someone broke into the Governor's private estate while Jonathan was getting ready for bed. His wife, Nancy, and sixteen year old son Stuart Wilson were apparently sleeping when the intruder broke in and apprehended the eighty year old Jonathan. Nancy and Stuart both claim they heard nothing at all, not even while their loved one was killed. Police believe that the murderer is none other than the worldwide assassin called 'Ogichi', who is a nationally wanted criminal and murderer. Criminal investigators are already searching the house for evidence, but so far they have found no traces of an intruder inside and outside of the estate. Now I'd like to send you over to Maya Rivers, who is currently at the local police station with the leader of the investigation. Maya?"
"Thank you Kimi, that is simply horrible and I send my regards to the Willson family. Now I'm standing here with local police chief Shinji Hirako who has been working with investigators all over Japan and other areas around the world, who have had troubles with this assassin 'Ogichi' and other wanted assassins like him. Hirako-san, can you describe what's its like to be chasing this person who calls himself Ogihi?"
"Oh man its absolutely horrible. I mean the guy must be a master at covering his tracks, 'cause he never leaves anything behind fer us. No finger prints, no footprints, not even any strands of hair. It's like chasing a freakin' shadow. A murderin' shadow!"
"I see. So, no one knows anything about Ogichi's physical characteristics than?
"No, none at all."
"Okay than, tell me about his famous uniform. I've heard many things about it. Care to describe it for the viewers?"
"Well, its kind of hard to explain Maya, because the five actual pictures of him are all blurry. He always wears this cloak, its pure white, with the hood up over his head which hides his face even more than it already is. Then, there's his mask. Give's me the chills just thinkin' 'bout it."
"Oh? Why is that Hirako-san? Is there something wrong with it?"
"Well if you think a mask that looks like its about to eat yer soul right from your body is wrong, than yes. Something is defiantly wrong with it."
"Oh my! Another quick question Hirako-san, why do you think police believe Ogichi is the killer?"
"Well he's really unlike any other typical murderer out there— I'll correct myself; Ogichi is not a murderer, he's an assassin. A bloody assassin that the investigators, including myself, can't seem to catch."
"And that was also the case today?"
"Yeah Maya, it was. There is absolutely no way this crime was done by anyone besides the infamous Ogichi and personally I think-!"
Ichigo didn't even blink as a hand swooped down to grab the remote out of his grasp and cut the power to the TV off abruptly. The teenager sighed. He had really wanted to hear more of their comments on Ogichi's recent killing. Ichigo's recent killing. The brutal one that had happened less than two hours ago, and already Ogichi was headlining every news channel and every one of tomorrow's papers. Ichigo reclined his head back against the lumpy brown couch he was on to look at the person still standing behind him. It was difficult because of the poor lighting, but Ichigo would know that green and white stripped hat anywhere.
"Yes, Urahara-san?"
"Make sure not to call me by my real name in public, kid."
"Yes, sir." The teen replied respectfully to his teacher.
"Why are you watching that Ichigo?" The blond man asked as he walked over to the side of the couch to look at the teenager's face more easily. He knew Ichigo had just finished a very important job, and earned a bunch of money for his dangerous excursion.
"Its interesting."
"Well quit watching TV and get yourself in gear. We just got another job. Get your stuff packed and get dressed, were heading out as soon as possible."
"How much is this one worth?" Ichigo asked suddenly extremely interested in the case. Money was always on of the important aspects of killing. They got paid tons of cash every time a job was completed, and the money paid for their very luxurious life and Urahara's fake candy business he owned. The taller man hid his grin behind a purple fan and shrugged his shoulders, nonchalantly.
"Oh I don't know, maybe a million yen or so."
The teen gasped and abruptly stood up knocking some dust to fly into the dimly lit room. They flew away in random directions as Ichigo smiled and practically bounded with excitement.
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Hell yes! Now hurry up and get you mask and cloak. We got a long trip and some more crimes to commit!" Urahara said while stripping off his dirty clothes, and replacing them with fresh clothes that looked exactly the same. The older man paid no heed to the teen still in the room as he put on the black turtle neck and equally jet black slacks. Urahara looked up from trying his black dress shoes to see Ichigo still standing there.
"Ichigo, what part of 'hurry up' do you not understand?"
"Oh!" Ichigo practically skipped to his room. Ichigo's room was painted black and red, with his large bed against the left wall in the center. There was a little night stand next to the bed and a dresser next to his closet door on the opposite wall. A full length mirror was on the left side of the bed and was slightly cracked at the bottom from the time Ichigo passed out and fell against it with all his weight. Memories.
The orange haired teenager grabbed a medium sized bag to carry all his needed items in. It was a special bag, made by Urahara himself. Urahara wasn't only a top-notch assassin, but also one of the best scientists in the world. He made the bag so that it would hide all sorts of illegal items in without the chance of them being found. That way the bags could be brought onto a plane and there was no chance of them being caught.
His bare feet made small noises on the wood flooring as Ichigo shuffled towards his dresser to grab the clothes he wanted to pack. A few tee-shirts and blue jean pants, with a bunch of colorful underwear courtesy of Urahara. Ichigo also grabbed a white dress shirt, black slacks, and some dress shoes to wear to the airport. Ichigo quickly slipped his current clothes off and piled them in the floor, not really caring about them at the moment. He put the shirt on and started to button it up with fingers that were shaking slightly with excitement. After that was done he pulled on the pants, a little too quickly, and got his legs stuck in one of the leg holes, falling onto the floor with a 'thud'.
"Shit!" He swore while picking himself off the floor and putting the slacks on for a second time without falling. He then put on his socks and black leather shoes, while picking out a color for the tie he was going to wear.
"Urahara!" Ichigo yelled down the hallway.
"Yes?" The blond man yelled his answer back.
"What color tie should I wear?"
Urahara paused to think for a moment before yelling back. "I vote for red!"
"Thanks!" Ichigo ran over to his tie collection, which consisted over many varying colors and shades and grabbed a blood red one to put on.
After packing two bags full of clothes and items he didn't want to leave behind, Ichigo only had two more items that needed to be packed. He walked over to the corner of his room and wiggled one of his floorboards until it was loose enough to pull out, and set the piece of wood to the side. Beneath the wood was some hay which Ichigo quickly scooted to the side and bright white filled his vision. Ogichi's cloak. Ichigo grabbed the item and folded it gently before setting it in Urahara's special black bag. Lastly Ichigo looked down the hole and his mask looked back. He locked eyes with it and smiled.
When he put that mask on he was no longer Ichigo Kurosaki, he'd be Ogichi. The assassin. The mass murderer and most wanted criminal. He would loose himself and forget about being the sixteen year old boy who went to school and had a family, but the thing was, Ichigo didn't care. He loved being Ogichi more than anything. It was euphoric, and Ichigo was addicted to that feeling. Once he was Ogichi, Ichigo felt like nothing could stop him.
There were two reasons Ichigo was different from other assassin in Japan. Number one; his skill. He was one of the best, maybe the best. He felt like a celebrity when it came to him being on the news and being on 'wanted' posters.
The second difference was his worldwide involvement. Everyone knew Ogichi, everyone feared Ogichi, and everyone guarded against Ogichi; well tried.
Ichigo was grinning widely while pictures of his most recent murder of the Governor flashed through his head. Quickly he picked his precious mask up and gently put it on top of his cloak, and zipped the bag.
Ichigo strolled over to the mirror to look at himself one more time before grabbing all his bags and waltzing back down the hallway to the waiting Urahara, as fast as he could. After all, his master and a million dollar job were anxiously waiting for him.
Urahara was waiting at the kitchen table with his partner in crime, a dark skinned woman with purple hair pulled back. Yoruichi was one of the people Urahara trusted with his life and more. She had been with him since he became an assassin, and she had taught him things Urahara was sure any normal person wouldn't ever want to know in their lifetime.
She was good, actually she was great at what she did, but her skill didn't even compare to Urahara's student Ichigo. Ogichi was a natural, he might have even been born with the talent to kill. Who knows?
Ichigo walked in looking absolutely lethal. Scowl in place, the orangette was handsome and deadly both at the same time. Urahara had to admit, Ichigo's aura was threatening sometimes. Ichigo looked at Yoruichi and smiled questioningly.
"Kitty's coming too?" Kitty has been Yoruichi's nickname ever since she was in high school and use to wear cat ears to class, which caused the students to make up a ridiculous name for her weird behavior.
"Yes, Ichigo I'm coming too. Three is better and safer than two, no?"
Ichigo smirked. "Are you concerned for us?"
Yoruichi was fast, and Ichigo was in her embrace on the floor before he could even register what was even going on. Urahara laughed at her attack and watched with a smile as the woman started to stroke Ichigo's hair.
"Lose the cocky attitude kid. Ichigo, you're like a son to me, and that guy over there," she pointed her thumb backwards to the grinning Urahara, "he would be like a husband to me, but I could never imagine myself with a creep like him."
"Plus I'm gay." Urahara shrugged while sipping his black coffee.
"Plus he's gay." She repeated.
Ichigo winced as her fingers combed out a tangle in his hair. The teen hadn't really bothered with it lately, and it wasn't like anyone could tell anyways. Ichigo still smiled and tried to enjoy the positive attention while it lasted, which happened to be only five minutes. After the peaceful minutes were up, Urahara stood and pulled out a few designed jackets that were designed to go down past the knees.
The one he threw at Yoruichi was black with rhinestones along the edges and some real animal fur lining the collar and inside of the coat. Ichigo held his up and scowled even deeper.
"Urahara!" He growled when the teenager noticed the strawberry embroidered on his breast pocket. The jacket itself had black and white horizontal lines all over it which made Ichigo feel like an escaped prisoner or something like that. Urahara and Yoruichi both laughed at his expression as the young assassin pulled it on along with his favorite red scarf.
Urahara's jacket was just plain black, so when he pulled it on they were officially ready to go. Ichigo thought it was funny how they had never been caught before. They were so obvious sometimes, even daring to carry their masks around in public with them occasionally. They were so obvious, they weren't obvious. Their friends even went as far as to say that they were good people with high education and were on the right path. How wrong they were.
Ichigo was extremely happy that Urahara had got someone to carry their luggage for them. Ichigo was strong and wasn't weak, but he didn't really feel like carrying the bags through the large throngs of people in the lobby. They had servants for anything, laundry, sweeping, dishes, and now bag carrying. Ichigo, Urahara, and Yoruichi along with their bag-carriers got into the personal elevator and headed up to floor level, where the lobby was located at.
As the six people stepped off Urahara's elevator, occupants in the lobby stopped what they were doing to quickly bow and then carry on their tasks.
None of them really paid attention to the busy workers as they made their way to the front desk where a geeky looking male was furiously typing on the computer. He man looked up as Urahara's shadow fell upon him, and he stood and bowed deeply before sitting down in his computer chair.
"Urahara-sama, what can I do for you?" He asked. Urahara fanned himself and held it over his cheeky grin and tapped the ground with his newly acquired wooden cane.
"Actually I was hoping we had a couple of plane tickets to Karakura Town waiting for us Ishida-kun." Urahara said sweetly to his front desk worker. Ishida was one of Urahara and Ichigo's friends, and accomplices. He knew about both of their true identities and was actually fine with it. So far he had done nothing but help and run The Shoten while they were both busy on missions.
"But of course." The boy pushed up his glasses and reached down into one of the desk drawers to retrieve three silver plane tickets. Urahara shoved them deep into on of his pockets and held out his hand for Ishida to shake.
"Thank you Ishida-kun~!" He sang cheerfully. Ichigo wanted to laugh at the display. Urahara wasn't so happy and laughing around many people, he was actually quite serious most of the time. Since he was in public though, the blond was acting like an immature idiot. Next to him Yoruichi was thinking the same thing while fixing her hair in a pocket mirror she always carried.
"Please be careful Urahara-sama, Kurosaki, and Yoruichi-sama." Ishida muttered from behind some paperwork he had in front of his face.
"Yes of course! Hold down the fort for us. Call me if we have any customers come in."
Ishida smirked and moved the paperwork from in front of his face. His cheeks were a little red now and he seemed a little worried, but no the less he was more than willing to help his 'Urahara-sama'. Ichigo knew Urahara was talking about the men and women who came in offering them 'jobs' to kill people or protect people. The jobs that actually mattered to Urahara, and not this candy company he used as a cover-up for his base down below. Only Ishida, Ichigo, Yoruichi, and himself knew about it because no one besides those four were allowed to use to only elevator that led to it.
"I will call you right away if anyone drops by, sir."
"I can always count on you!" After that was said to the blushing Ishida, they all turned and headed for the limo outside waiting for them. Ishida sighed as the five men and one woman disappeared into the crowds of people. He was always worrying about their safety not that it mattered. Those three wouldn't stop taking jobs even if it killed them. Being an assassin was a dangerous obsession they all had, and were not quite ready to give up.
Ichigo sat next to the window and across from Urahara and Yoruichi in the limo. Yoruichi had her legs crossed and her hands neatly folded in her lap. Urahara was in a similar position. Ichigo relished the warmth coming from the heater in the limo. Outside the frigid air was so cold, many people weren't leaving their houses on a regular basis like normal. Ichigo watched as people walking on the sidewalk held their jackets close and rubbed their hands together to keep some warmth on freezing skin. The teen observed as someone ran hurriedly on the sidewalk and abruptly fell, slipping on the ice that was scattered on random places across the sidewalk.
Ichigo barked out a loud laughed and it dissolved into a furious case of the giggles. Something about people falling made Ichigo lose it, and laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world.
Urahara and Yoruichi looked at Ichigo questioningly. "What so funny?" Urahara asked after Ichigo stopped laughing.
"People on the sidewalk keep slipping on ice. Its fucking hilarious!"
Yoruichi and the blond male looked at each other for a second before moving closer to the window to try and spot someone fall. People were bustling around busily, and it wasn't long until they spotted another person fall victim to the ice. They all three laughed as a warmly dressed woman fell causing people around her to help her up and ask if she was okay.
"That was rather funny wasn't it?" The woman said after everyone had settled down and moved away from the windows and closer to the heating vents. Both men nodded their agreement with childlike wonder in their eyes and large grins spread on their faces.
They all sat in silence for a few minutes before Ichigo's curiosity go the best of him.
"Hey Urahara, this limo is sound proof isn't it?" He asked his teacher who owned the limo they were currently sitting in.
Once again he drew his fan up to his face and covered his grin.
"Why of course my darling Ichigo! Why do you ask?"
"This new job in Karakura Town, you never gave me the details on it."
"Oh~? I suppose it slipped my mind then." He said smiling again. Ichigo scowled. Urahara's smiles were starting to get annoying.
"Everything slips your mind, old man." Yoruichi chimed in and playfully punched Urahara's arm. She laughed when Urahara made a hurt facial expression and held his arm close to his body.
"But I'm only thirty-two!" He groaned and palmed his face with his 'unhurt' hand.
"Yes, and I'm only twenty one and Ichigo is only sixteen." She said back with a smirk on her face. She always won verbal battles with Urahara.
"That's not fair! Just because you guys are super young, doesn't mean I'm actually old!" He countered with wide eyes and his bottom lip pouting. He looked like a puppy.
"Calm down Urahara! You're supposed to be telling me about the job we got, not arguing about your age." Ichigo muttered when he got fed up with the two adults' annoying bickering.
The older man sigh and cleared his throat while the purple haired woman snickered in victory.
"A young anonymous man came by yesterday requesting we kill the man who his wife cheated on him with." Urahara said while fishing around his leather briefcase to find the notes he took on the case. Finally he got them out and waved them around to show everyone he found it before reading from it.
"Renji Abarai, 5'9 with vivid red hair in a ponytail. Tattoos on his face and body and crazy looking eyebrows. Weight is 168 pounds. He's one of the co-owners of 'Seireitei Corporation', which manufactures and sells plastic all around the world. Plus he's a millionaire. Got a six story mansion, pool, in-home theater, bowling arena, and the works."
Ichigo laughed. "Well I guess the poor guy got with the wrong married woman, now he gets to die. Just my kind of murder, don't ya think?" The teenager laughed.
"I love killing the rich ones!"
"Hey Urahara?"
"Yes, Ichigo?" Ichigo's teacher asked back. He looked at the orangette and met his eyes so they were being more respective of each other.
"What am I supposed to do about school work?" Ichigo had always been a top student at school, and although he had switched schools quite a few times, he had never once made anything below a B on his report cards and tests. Many colleges were already sending him brochures, asking for him to consider their college over all the other ones. He wasn't actually going to attend college, because his life was so dangerous he wasn't willing to take out a loan when his life wasn't guaranteed the next day.
Urahara smirked as he reached behind the seat and grabbed a very heavy, and very bright colored orange backpack and slung it at the scowling teenager. Ichigo gasped at the heavy object filled his vision and he held out both hands to catch the flying object.
"Bastard!" Ichigo hissed as he let the heavy bag fall to the limo's carpeted flooring with a 'thump'.
"Yes I know Ichigo~!" He sang and fanned the air around him with a smile. A piece of Urahara's hair was resting on his nose, but the offending hair didn't seem to bother Urahara as much as it bothered Ichigo. Ichigo sighed as the annoying man kept ranting about meaningless things, and Yoruichi seemed to be ignoring him. Even though it was hard to drown out his loud voice, Ichigo feared he would go insane if Urahara's rambling kept reaching his ears; so Ichigo took out his Ipod touch and put the music on full blast.
There was no way he was going insane this early in his life.
Ichigo jumped when Yoruichi shook him out of his stupor, and the teen pulled his ear buds out to hear what she had to say.
"Come on Ichigo, we're here."
Outside the limo was a busy airport, with hundreds of people walking towards their plane with luggage and pets. They was a huge variety of people there; nerds, jocks, old people, gangsters, lovebirds, moms and dads, people who didn't even know English, and flight attendants and workers. They were all busily scrambling about with children tugging them to the nearest kiosk to buy a snack. Ichigo frowned. He really hated people.
Urahara ushered him to the bag drop off, and watched as his little secretive black bag went into the machine as the walked though the metal detector. They were cleared and so was the luggage. Ichigo held in his laugh as they picked up his three bags and put them on the luggage cart for their plane to Karakura Town.
"Ichigo, you ready?" Yoruichi asked as they presented their tickets to the worker and made their way on the plane to their first class seats. The teen reclined as soon as he got in the expensive part of the cab and sat down. His feet were killing him!
"When am I not ready?" Ichigo smirked as he answered her question with another question. The woman smiled as she took her seat next to Urahara and put her feet up as well.
"I guess you're right."