I saw a picture of Ichigo as a Demon and Rukia as an angel and it came to me.

The beautiful angel landed down in the small down and a rush of relief swept the people living there. Shaking out her snow white wings, Rukia then straightened out her long white dress, having been ruffled by the trip from heaven. Though the people couldn't see her, her presense was felt, giving everyone a sense safety and comfort.

She walked down the street, looking for the man she was sent her to bring to heaven. Her dress flowed out behind her as the wind caught it, whipping the pure white material around. Even though she was bare-footed, Rukia felt no pain as we walked across the gravel and into the yard of Mr. Kisuke.

Not bothering to use the door, Rukia stepped through the door itself landing in the kitchen. "Mr. Kisuke?" She called.

An older man hobbled over, bent over his cane, a dust, green and white striped hat hiding his eyes. "My time?" He asks, voice shaking.

Rukia takes a step towards him a soft smile on her slim face. "Yes, but where I'm going to take you is amazing." She reaches out a delicate hand to his, "Let me show you what awaits you in the afterlife."

Urahara Kisuke moves his own wrinkled, shaking hand to grab hers. That's when she feels it. A deep loathing courses through her body and dread sets into the hearts of the towns people. "No, I should've had more time," Rukia whispers to herself. What was a demon doing in this town, of all places? And the only man schedulaled to die was Mr. Kisuke and he was going to heaven. Had she miscaculated his good over evil? It had been a close call, but she was sure she had added it all right. She lays her hand on his frail shoulder, "Please, stay here and sit. I have some business to take care of. I'll be back in a moment." He settles into an old arm chair.

After making sure he is okay, Rukia turns back towards the door. Fasing through it, she looks for the demon. "Come out demon, face me. You have no business within these peoples lives," Rukia says to the night air, daring the monster to show himself. When it doesn't she laughs, "A coward of a demon? Is that what you are? I can feel you here, I'm not stupid. Show yourself!"

A moment later, she hears deep laughter behind her. Turning, she found herself incased in dark black wings. "Hello, little angel." The demon grins down at her, showing bright, white, and sharp teeth. "Don't you look delicious." He leans of a dark black staff. Atop his head, a white skull mask with two huge horns.

With bright orange hair, golden eyes and the height of a giraffe, the demon towered over Rukia, making her feel week. "Do not play games with me tonight, Demon."

"The names Ichigo," he reaches forward to grab ahold of her midnight hair. She moves back in time and he laughs, "Don't like being touched, Angel?"

"My name is Rukia Kichiki."

His eyes widen slightly and his grin becomes all the more sinister, "Oh, a Kuchiki angel?" Throwing back his head, he laughs. "Well who've guess? I've never been so lucky before."

Rukia's heart races, slamming over and over into her chest, threatening to break loose. He only wears a pair of shreded black pants, giving her the perfect view of his muscled chest. His tattoo is a red snake twisting around from the top of his shoulder, to his wrist where it gave the appearence of biting into his arm. "State your business. There is no one here for you tonight."

"That's where you're wrong, baby. Mr. Hat n' Clogs isn't such an angel. I've got several reports that require him in hell." He pushes back from his staff and moves his wings away from Rukia. He heads back in the direction of the house, "So, if you'll excuse me." He walks passed her.

"No! Mr. Kisuke is coming with me to heaven," Rukia obejcts, throwing out her own wings and landing in front of the demon. "I counted up the mans sin and prayers myself." SHe places her hands on her hips, glaring up at the man who could devour souls.

Ichigo simply arches an eyebrow at the pixie-like angel. "A puny little angel like you is standing in my way?" He snorts, "Do not make me hurt you, little one."

Rukia's anger only intensifies. "Do not judge a book by its cover. I may be small, but I am by no means, not a threat to you."

"Ah, you think you can forcefully stop me?" Tilting his head to the side, Ichigo licks his lips. "I'm always up for a good fight. And honestly, I think it'll be fun going against you." His eyes travel her frame.

"Do not mock me."

Amber eyes flash with excitement, "Then show me what you have and shut me up." He spun out his staff, narrowly missing her stomach. "I've never gotten to fight with an Angel before."

Rukia pulled out her snow white sword, holding it out before her. "Do not do this, Demon."

Ichigo laughed, jumping at the woman and swinging low. She flipped back, flaring out her wings and soaring up. "Ah, atleast we know you can dodge." Rukia ignore the insult and came in fast, sword above her head.

Metal clashed together as Ichigo threw aside his staff, pulling out his midnight sword. "Now it's going to start." Reaching up, he pull the mask down over his face.

Rukia jumped forward, slashing to her right, nipping his hip. Letting out a growl, Ichigo pounched, knocking their weapons together. He shoved down hard against her, trying to get her to let go. "If you give up now, I'll go easy on you." He winks, causing her to loosen her grip for a moment.

It's all he needs to shove the sword down and away from her. He kicks it aside, going at her again. She backflips away, thankful the white dress moves easily with her. "You're playing dirty," she snarls, looking for her sword.

He throws his head back and laughs, a deep rumbling laugh. "Did you expect any other way?" He shook his head, "I'm getting bored with you. I'll end this now."

It's going to be a two-parter. Review if you likeeee!