Its late so please excuse mistakes. Here's my new story. Its a totally different from what I've done before. It will be told from the view of Rukia and the biographer/narrator who is her daughter. It will be rated T for now but could change later.

I came across an old diary not long ago. It contained names I haven't heard mentioned some in years while others had remained buried for decades. Some stories she had told me of old friends and old times. Some were exciting and kept me up all night in fear while others were romantic and I remember crying a few times.

I would like to share her stories and memories with all of you. Let me start by saying she was a loving and attentive mother. She never let us get away with much like father always did but she was there, always there for us whenever we needed her.

I wondered where I could begin her story, how I could merge her tales with her journal entries to give you a more complete picture. I will do the best I can to get you to see through her eyes as I did when she told me these many stories.

One of her last entries where I believe she was going to put her story together.

"It's been a long life here in Soul Society, there have been good times and bad times. The good that happened in between the bad have made it all worth while. I used to lament for those who I have lost over the years but now I realize life goes on for them and they get to start over. For me I had to stop living in the past and move on and grab happiness wherever I could, It was almost too late."

"It all started in the Inuzuri district also known as the 78th. It was a horrible place, filled with dirt, and decay. Danger hid around every corner and a future wasn't something to think of only dreaded, if in fact one was to make it into the future."

"From what I learned I was born in the living world and had come to soul society with an older sister Hisana, who I never met or knew I had until long after my centennial. There wasn't time to dwell on the wretched living conditions, the only purpose was to survive moment to moment, usually at the expense of someone else's survival. We lived, worked, and survived like rabid dogs, no purpose, and no use to anyone.

An old woman had taken me in and raised me for the first five years of my life. I vaguely remember her, but I do remember her smiling face. Then one day she wasn't there anymore. I found myself being dragged out of place I had learned to call home, then I found myself alone. But not for long. Soon I was with others, girls and women of all ages crammed into an old and loud building. I remember hearing the loud voiced laughing and the smell of heavy perfume. The women and girls wore garish colors and their smiles were not real.

I proved to be a bit of a handful for the proprietor so I was put into the kitchens to work and did I ever work. I never thought of what I wanted to be when I grew up. I just knew I didn't want to end up like everyone else around me.

It was years of hard labor. Kitchens, laundries, fields, but I did my best to keep myself fed. On the short times I had to myself I would watch some of the entertainers practice their dancing and once in a while they would be in good enough spirits to let me join in and teach me a few steps. I found that I only felt truly free when I danced, like I was doing what was natural to me. It was in my blood to dance and that's when I noticed something growing within me, a feint voice."

This is the only story I know from this time. I'm not such a good story teller so please bare with me.

Mom, Rukia was only about ten years old at the time when she ran through the streets after steeling an apple from a very angry vendor, she ducked out of sight in a dark door way and as soon as he had passed she ran to a wooded area.

She enjoyed that apple only for a few moments when a noise like none she ever heard before came close to her. The monster didn't reveal itself until it was right upon her. At first she cowered in fear but then her hands created a ball of energy, it was small and didn't do any good on the monster but she didn't give up. When that failed she tried pelting the creature with stones and branches. It looked like life was just about over for her and in a way she welcomed that fact. Bracing herself the contact she expected never came.

When she opened her eyes she lay her eyes on a very handsome boy with blue-grey eyes. His hair was long and had a red ribbon tying it back. For a while she couldn't move but noticed the man with him wore a very out of place pink kimono, he was also handsome and seemed to have a much more pleasant demeanor then the boy who only looked angry.

"Is that better? I tire of these exercises." the dark haired boy said.

"Oh dear it seems we arrived just in time too, such a lovely young girl. I would have felt terrible if she had been eaten by a hollow." the man in the pink kimono and straw hat said.

"Why? They do not matter. She is just a peasant girl."

"Peasants or not it is our duty and job to protect them. If you continue to not think of them as people you will never understand why we do what we do. I know why don't you go and play with her for a bit you could learn much. Seems she has some spirit pressure. Who knows she may be a Shinigami some day and you'll have yourself an ally."

Rukia finally stood and bowed deeply to both men. They were men and she didn't trust them at all but they had just saved her so she gave her sincerest thanks and then tried to run away from there. The man nodded to the boy urging him to go after the girl. She was surprisingly fast but he caught up with her easily.

"I was told to follow you for a bit. I have always been curious what a peasants life is like." he said.

"Thank you for saving me and all so I guess I owe you that much. You can hang out for a while. But don't get any ideas. I know what you damn men like to do with girls."

"What are you…?" he touched her on the shoulder so she would face him and she threw him to the ground. All he could do was look up at her. No one had ever done that to him since he first learned how to fight and here this small violet eyed girl got the better of him. " What the hell was that for?" he said then calmed himself.

"Sorry I'm just not used to being touched."

"How old are you?" he demanded.

"I'm almost eleven and you could ask more nicely. How about you?"

"Fifteen." he said.

"What's your name?"

"I…I'd rather not tell you." he looked away.

"Why?"

"Because you're a peasant and if I told you, you would treat me different and this exercise would be pointless. I wish to see how people here live. I have never seen the higher numbered districts and I wish to see if they live up to their reputations."

"Well your in for treat nameless boy. Come on."

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Well you kind of stand out so..." she yoinked his red hair tie from his head and put it in her pocket. Catching him off guard again. "That helps a little. But not much. You look too clean and healthy to be here although I really think you should wear your hair down…. Um what's it like to eat everyday?"

"Do you not eat several meals a day?" he asked.

"You really eat more then once a day?" her stomach growled.

"Yes does everyone not?"

"No. See If I get hungry I have to…." she took a pair of apples from the same vendor from earlier.

"Hey you! I found you!…you little thief come back here!" the vendor from earlier yelled.

"Uh oh better come with me." she tried to pull him.

"There is no need to run." he said.

"Yes there is." she pulled him and they ran.

"So why were we running?"

"See I was really hungry earlier and he runs a fruit stand. I helped myself to one of his apples." they ducked behind a building.

"Without paying? That is thievery." he followed her behind two more.

"It certainly is." she took him onto a roof and handed him one of the apples.

"Why did you not just pay?" he asked looking at her as they sat together.

"With what? The only jobs here don't pay enough to both keep out of the cold and the ability to buy food. Not unless I was to become one of those women." she pointed at a woman in a short kimono.

"What kind of job does she do that you can not…? Oh I see." he said realizing what the woman did as soon as she approached a man. "You are too young to do that anyway."

"Really? Look over at her, she's younger then me. I'm not going to do it, I don't care if I starve." she was sitting really close to her and he was intrigued with her response.

It was an awkward moment when they both looked into one another's eyes. He placed a quick peck on her lips.

"Why the heck did you do that?" she asked.

"I do not know. I could not help it, I have never seen anyone with violet eyes before and I just wanted to kiss you."

"I'm told there might be some extra work in a kitchen so I have to go now. Oh this is yours." she held out his red ribbon.

"You keep it, I think I shall take your suggestion and not wear it anymore."

"Thanks I've never owned anything this nice."

"It is just a ribbon, no big deal."

"Do you know your way from here?"

"Yes have a good afternoon. Next time I am here I will look for you."

"I'll be here. Just follow the angry vendors." and they parted.

I apologize but there isn't anymore information for quite a few years. It wasn't a time she spoke of often and she didn't start to keep a journal until later.