I do not own the characters of Bleach, they are all property of Tite Kubo. I also do NOT own this story. This story is the property of another author. I just loved this story so much that I put it up, hoping that the author would come claim it and also upload the sequel.

I couldn't believe it. Someone stole my clothes from the shower, and I'm forced to creep through the entire mansion wrapped around in a puny towel, soaking wet and goddamn angry. I couldn't wait to finish high school and get the out of this 'family business', the mafia, because living with plenty of mobster uncles isn't a joy, especially when most of them are old, hairy and perverted. I also couldn't wait to change my notorious second name, Kuchiki- anyone who hears it within a mile pisses their pants

The polished wooden floors were slippery, and with small steps I ran towards my room, but as I turned around the corner I bumped into something hard. I heard it grunt. I looked up and my blood went cold

"Eugh, it's you and your tiny breasts" it replied.

My main reason to be getting out of this hell hole would be him. Kurosaki Ichigo, the most annoying asshole in the entire cosmos, and that's just a compliment.

"Get out of my face, Kurosaki" I yelled covering up as much as possible. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion

"Did you steal my clothes from the shower?" I questioned. I had to look up because he was towering over me. He stared for a moment, stunned and it didn't take long for him to burst out laughing. I was getting cold by now, but most of the water already dripped off.

"Oh you wish" he said catching his breath from laughing, because the dimwit just comprehended that I was in this state because I had my clothes stolen. He placed his firm hand on my nude shoulder and leaned in "trust me, when I want my eyes to be burned out of their sockets, I'll steal your clothes from the shower"

I threw the hardest punch I could muster, aiming at his chest. He didn't feel a thing, and damn, what the hell was his chest made of? Rock?

We all gathered at the table for a family brunch. It was a Sunday; it was a tradition for the Kuchikis to gather every Sunday for a mini family reunion. At the head of the table, the Don sat, my brother, Don Byakuya.

To his right and left were his closest advisors and friends Ukitake, Isshin Kurosaki and Shunsui. Well our mafia family considered everyone a family as long as they worked for us. So unfortunately for me, that meant Ichigo was a 'Kuchiki; the weird spy, Urahara Kisuke, was a 'Kuchiki', and my 'cousin' Yoruichi was also considered a family member, which was unfortunate for my brother.

I quickly ate what was given, I carefully studied at how much Kisuke was staring at Yoruichi. He was smooth with ladies, but when it came down to Yoruchi, he was a complete goofy twat.

"So Rukia, tomorrow your back in high school, am I right?" Ukitake asked sipping his tea. He was my favorite uncle. I smiled and nodded. I wasn't really supposed to make a conversation, it's the men that were supposed to talk, women are supposed to attend, and kids like me were supposed to leave after half an hour because it got to 'adult talk about family business'

"Hmmm I remember those golden days in high school, those high school girls…" Shunsui said in a sing-a-song voice. Yoruichi laughed

"I'm sure you remember a hell of a lot, Shunsui you player" she mused chewing on a steak.

I excused myself from the table and was lounging in our garden, while the adults were now drinking sake and having a shouting competition on who can out yell who.

Ichigo came out of the house in a black silk shirt (something he would always wear), with a small beep the doors of his Lamborghini opened like wings. There were few hot rides waiting for him outside the house. There was a jeep, Escalade, with Toushiro and his girlfriend Momo sitting behind the screened windows, a BMW with Grimmjow the Jock holding the wheel with some girl sitting on the front seat. The girls on his front seat were changing as frequently as day turned into night.

One of the cars was a Ferrari, Renji sat at the wheel and the color of the car matched his flaming hair. The corners of my mouth tugged as Renji came out of his car, giving a brotherly hug to Ichigo. I wanted to meet Renji's eye, I wanted him to see me and at least give me a wave. But with my luck, there are more chances of a satellite falling from the sky.

Karakura High school- high school for noobs. My driver and Ichigo's bodyguard, Chad, drove me to school. Right on time, Orihime was standing and waving outside the school waiting for me to crawl out. Ishida was sitting near by reading a book, god, his geekiness never swayed.

The car drove away as I made my way to the entrance. It was a hot, spring day and everyone was hassling, shoving around. Suddenly something hard collided with my head, throwing me off balance. The pain immediately began to spread through my skull. I heard plenty of laughter, giggles and few gasps.

The thing that hit me was a brand new, leather, sharp rugby ball. I clutched my head in pain glaring at the person who threw it, Grimmjow and Ichigo came running and guffawing with laughing. Orihime and Ishida ran to my side; Orihime waved her hand in front of my eyes to see if my brain was still functioning properly.

Ishida looked concerned as Ichigo and Grimmjow approached. I stood up and tried to conjure the deadliest glare. Ishida spoke up

"That was dangerous! Go and play your stupid ball games at the school fields instead of the entrance"

Grimmjow snorted and grabbed his collar

"Oh yeah, and if I don't, what are you going to do about it? Challenge me to a game of chess?" he roared back in amusement. Ichigo snorted

The school bell rang, laughing like a pack of hyenas, the popular pack was walking away throwing the rugby ball in between them. Momo was holding Toushiro's hand and gave an apologetic smile as she passed us, walking beside Nel, who was Ichigo's girlfriend.

"You okay?" a rough voice came from behind. I had to squirm my eyes, the suns rays created the silhouette of a tall person.

My breath got caught in my throat when I saw Renji standing, leaning over, his face showed more curiosity that concern. That still made my cheeks burn. I gave an abashed nod and stood up, brushing the dust away from my jeans.

"Yo Renji! Let's go" a commanding voice echoed from the entrance. Ichigo was leaning against the door frame; his hands crossed glaring at me, then Renji. Renji grunted in response and walked ahead.

My head was slightly dizzy, but hey, the first day back from the spring break could have been worse. Last time I had bucket of paint dropped on me from the art department and I had to be sent home.

I managed to sit through double chemistry without smashing my head against the desk in frustration. Grimmjow was the most infuriating person in the world, and he was in the same class as Nnoitora. Now Nnoitora was in the popular group sometimes, he was defiantly in the football team but because he wasn't part of the mafia, he wasn't as close with the clique.

My guess is that because those two were so similar in personality, they really didn't get along. Therefore, I had to sit through a battle of paper pellets.

Lunch time was worse than hell. I would always have sweaty palms when entering the canteen. Immediately I would try to avoid even looking at the popular clique that was always dominating the right corner of the cafeteria. We had a timid group of misfits, into which I fitted in.

There was Orihime-chan, Ishida-san, the goofball Keigo and his girlfriend Tatsuki, Mizuiro would rarely come, seeing as he spent most of his time in the computer lab eating instant ramen. Ishida, Keigo and Tatsuki were busy talking about their English project.

"Kya! Did you see today how concerned Renji was?" Orihime gushed grabbing my arm while I was eating. I swallowed a whole lump of what they called 'food' in this school, threw a weary glance at the 'populars' and hushed the hare-brained blonde. She stifled a giggle "he was about to stretch out his hand but…" she said frowning at Ichigo who had his back to us, arm wresting with the fatso, Omaeda

"Ichigo just had to ruin the moment" she whispered the last part puffing out her cheeks. I gave her a small smile and couldn't resist the urge to give a small pat on her head. "I'm sure it was your good-natured imagination" I said hiding the small disappointment in my voice.

"That Grimmjow threw Ishida into the bin after you went to Chemistry" she mumbled while Ishida was busy debating. I choked on my salad, or should I say the grass from the football field.

"W-What?"

She nodded miserably, "because he stood up for you. It took me ten minutes to get him out of the bin…his bum was stuck" she explained. Now I was really pissed off, how could they be so sadistic and pick on the poor guy? I watched Ishida carefully and sighed in pity.

I would picture a sweet scene in my imagination when Ishida suddenly grows muscles and puts Grimmjow's head down the toilet and throws Ichigo's gang out of the window and smashes Ichigo's head against the wall. Well…in my imagination he leaves Renji, Toushiro and Momo alone.

I lost my appetite and headed out of the door, in my peripheral vision I could see Ichigo eyeing me with interest, his hand draped over Nel like she was his possession, as I stormed out to my next lesson.

That jerk will get a piece of my mind tonight.

I threw my shoes off as I entered the mansion, waving goodbye to Chad. Ukitake was smartly dressed heading for the office, but he still welcomed me, like a father would greet his daughter. I gave a quick bow out of respect and ran to my room, desperately throwing off the stuffy clothing and putting on a light summer dress.

I heard heavy footsteps outside my room and kicked the door open

"Kurosaki, you bastard!" I yelled making him jolt back in surprise. Recovering from shock he put on a bored expression

"What do you want pipsqueak?" he asked indifferently walking further away down the hall towards his room.

"Would you and your pack of meatheads leave my friends alone!" I shouted angrily as he was walking with his back to me. He turned around with a grin

"Sure, we'll leave them alone, if you have any"

I was frustrated, I was sure I was going to go grey very soon or pop a vein. I yelled into my pillow from frustration and banged my soft bed with my small fists. God he was indescribably infuriating. I imagined my pillow being Kurosaki's head and kept on smashing it against the wall. A light knock came on the door

"What?" I yelled, my hair was a mess and I looked like a runaway psychopath, I'm sure the people who encountered Kurosaki have a special asylum, I could just picture it

'The Kurosaki Insane Asylum, for people who were victimized from Ichigo's stupidity, idiocy and inanity'

Urahara's daydreaming head popped in, with a worried expression.

"Rukia-chaaan" he tested, to see whether he needed to get out a bazooka and blast my head incase I lost my mind.

"What is it, uncle Urahara?" I grumbled calming myself. He looked shocked

"U-Uncle? You never call Ukitake or Shunsui uncle! Uncle makes me feel old!" he moaned standing in the doorway.

"You are old; you're hairy, pervy and old. Now, I'm not really in the best mood right now, did you want something, uncle?" I asked. Though I admit, he did lift my spirits; he was just one of those people whose carefree aura rubbed off on you.

"Ahh yeah, boys and I are all leaving to the Southern district to take care of the suspended wagon that stored the dru- stuff…" he cleared his throat, sheepishly looking at me. I rolled my eyes, please, I beg to differ.

"So, we will be leaving you, Ichigo, Karin, Yuzu under Yoruichi's and Unohana's supervision. Chad, Tousen and half of the security squad is staying with you so…be good" he finished. I took out a book flipping through the pages

"Okay" I mumbled burying my mind in the book.

If Don Byakuya was our godfather, then Unohana was like our godmother. She lived separately from us, right next to the hospital, but she would always come to our house incase we needed babysitting. Yoruichi wouldn't last a day with us; she would be the first to go out clubbing all night.

"Ohh and by the way, I left the stake in the grill, take it out in 15 minutes will you? Unohana isn't here yet, so take care of the dinner" he said exiting. I heard him complain, something along the lines of "Ukitake! I'm not that old am I? What is the world coming to?"

I concentrated on the book and felt my mind drifting away into slumber.

Shrieking I jumped out, I fell asleep for half an hour, and was supposed to take the food out 15 minutes ago. Damn these long corridors and this ridiculously huge house. Light on my feet I was running towards the kitchen.

While taking vigorous steps, my foot got caught at the edge of our Turkish carpet. In the precise moment, the twat Kurosaki just had to open his door. My body jolted forward tripping over my own feet; my face momentarily collided with the door. I thought I heard a light crunch and the ripples of sharp pain shot throgh my face. My nose collided into the hard word like an accordion.

"Ahhh!" I winced falling on my knees and desperately holding my poor, squashed button nose. I held it tightly to prevent more pain from spreading and felt sticky crimson blood gush out.

Bucket full of tears were spilling from my eyes. I caught Kurosaki's 'what-the-fuck-did-just-happen' look and I winced harder. He cursed under his breath, rolled his eyes and ran off.

Well, so much for usefulness of Kurosaki's existence. Nursing what was now left from my nose, I headed dizzily into the bathroom. The sight of my mirror image was horrendous. I heard fast footsteps coming back, to my surprise; Kurosaki was holding a small handkerchief with crushed ice inside.

He roughly grabbed my arm and placed me on the toilet seat. Pushed my head up and pinched my nose

"It hurts you moron!" I yelled

"Stay still you douche!" he yelled back, moping up the blood. He made sure he wiped away all the metallic substance from my face, and gently place the small sack of ice on the bridge of my nose. His face was very close to mine, he looked slightly cross-eyed due to the fact that he was so close, it made him looks silly especially when he was concentrating so hard.

Lighter footsteps came, and Karin's small face popped into the bathroom.

"Ichi-nii whe-"

Her eyes went as round as saucers, blushing she yelled

"Eughh! Sorry! Gross, what the-" she stammered stumbling away from the bathroom. Ichigo and I, panic stricken both stood up to yell "it's not what you think", but in the end we managed to smack our heads against each other.

The shouting match began.

"Why are you such a klutz? God, you're head is made of metal! Fucking ouch!" he roared clutching his head. I clutched the side of my head, which didn't hurt as much, compared to the pain on my nose, but I had to yell back for the sake of it.

"It's all because of you! I'm getting injured the whole goddamn day every time I'm around you! First it was the rugby ball, then you just had to open the door-"

"Listen you retarded spaz! I wouldn't be surprised if you manage to get yourself killed in a small, empty room with no gravity and-!"

"Don't call me a retard you retard, I wouldn't be surprised if you got beaten in tick-tac-toe by a chicken!"

I was ready to strangle him with the shower cord, I swear we would have gone into a physical fight if cute little Yuzu timidly didn't knock on the door.

Going down to the kitchen the meat looked beyond recognizable, the girls worriedly poked it, half expecting it to come to life. To make up for my negligence I made them their favorite sandwiches with chicken, salad and mayo. Satisfied with their meals, they ran off into the grand living room. Ichigo sat grumbling and stabbing the meat

"This looks like shit" he spat forking his food

"Better than your face" I mumbled.

"Shut up!" he snapped and shoved his shoulder against mine, pushing me back. He punched the wall and stormed out.

When you're back in high school, days seem so indistinguishable. The same routine, the same faces, the same frustration, annoyance, and simple pleasures like seeing your friends. The only person who made me want to wake up everyday (apart from my friends) was Renji. Every time he would glance my way, he would make me blush so hard; it would rival his hair color.

I sighed leaning against the window, my breath settled on the cold, screened glass.

"What's bothering you, Rukia-sama?" Chad's gruff voice brought me back to earth. I smiled

"I wouldn't say it's 'bothering'" I murmured timidly. Chad allowed a small smile at my answer. He glanced my way, and frowned as he saw a patch of red on my white blouse.

"Don't worry, its food" referring to the stain "that damn Kurosaki tripped me over in the cafeteria, and I got Bolognaise all over my self" I explained.

Chad showed a bit of sympathy for me. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what is on your mind Rukia-sama?"

"It's just Rukia, not sama" I urged, and then referring to his question I stiffed a silly giggle "Renji-kun" I said.

He was surprised, "you mean that red-haired lad with tattoos? The heir to the Abarai clan?" he asked. My eyes lit up

"Y-yeah" I breathed. "Do you see him a lot?"

"He runs errands for the mafia, his dad does business with your family, isn't he the young master's best friend?"

"Young master? Pfffft! You mean Kurosaki? Just call him dog crap, suits him better". He nodded, just for the sake of obeying me; I know he would rather cut of his own tongue than call him that. "So anyway, what do Kurosaki and Renji-kun get up too?" I asked a bit too eagerly.

Chad looked thoughtful for a moment

"I don't really inquire their motives, I just look out for young master", saying the 'young master' part more quietly than the rest of his sentence.

"Lucky, you get to be so close with Renji-kun, can we switch jobs?" I asked hopefully. It seemed to amuse him further

"That would mean you have to protect young master's life-"

"Never mind…"

"Rukia-sama, aren't you closely acquainted with Abarai-san?" he asked.

"I wish. I don't think he even knows I exist" I grumbled, "and it's because of that asshole, Kurosaki can't even get close to him"

Chad nodded in apprehension, turning the wheel we cruised onto our gigantic front lawn where plenty of luxurious costly rides were sited.

I opened the door from the air-conditioned car to be greeted by the hot air.

"But you know, young master does care for you, because he- well…He is a good person. Have a good day" Chad said quite uncomfortable with his jumble of words. I gave a reassuring smile to make him relax, nodded and closed the door. He smoothly turned the BMW around and drove off.

I carried my heavy legs to the cool mansion, P.E lessons were always dreadful. Our gym teacher, Soi Fon-sensei is a tiny, hardcore lesbian who likes watching us sweat, pant and beg for her to stop, sounds wrong doesn't it? I got goose bumps just thinking about it. I went for a lovely, cooling shower and wore my usual summer dress.

My tummy growling, I went down to the kitchen only to come face to face with Kurosaki's nude, beefy back.

"You're going to traumatize someone, put a shirt on" I mumbled trying to mask my restlessness. I took out my white blouse and threw it in his face

"Whaf e hell?" he mumbled, his face stuffed with a baguette. He lifted my white blouse and raised his brow; he turned it around and grinned as he saw the food stain

"Wash it!" I hissed as he amused himself "and wipe your hideous face" I said ironically, even though he was considered one of the hottest guys in Karakura. I guess me being around him since we wore nappies didn't affect my opinion on him.

If only all the girls knew what a swine he really is. He finished his baguette with mayonnaise smudged around his mouth. He took my blouse and wiped his mouth, smirking villainously.

Oh no he fucking didn't.

I swiped my hand across the back of his head with full force "you are such a revolting creature Kurosaki!" I yelled, I grabbed it from him pinching the end of my blouse and keeping a good distance from it. He took out a can of beer and finished it in 5 gulps. He let out a small burp, winked at me and waved me off.

I think, no wait, I know smoke was about to come out of my ears. I couldn't get enough tolerance for this beast, I really couldn't.

"PIG!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"No! I'm a man" he replied laughing. I put my blouse into the laundry basket with caution; it has been contaminated with Kurosaki's idiocy. I sighed and warmed up some of last night's chicken teriyaki. I leaned my head against my hand and began to eat. I looked at the watch. 6 p.m- Karin and Yuzu are sleeping over at Unohana's house, they love it there because she has plenty of pets and lets them of with anything. She has been like a mother to us all.

I had the whole night for myself. It was in the middle of the week and I was knackered, had it been any other day Orihime and Tatsuki would have been here by now. The animal (shouldn't even waste my breath on saying his name) came in big, loose jeans and a large indigo D&G T-shirt. His hair was messy, and he smelt very delicious, and I mean 'Ferrari Passion cologne' delicious.

Don't get me wrong, he was still a swine.

"Oi airhead, are you staying by yourself in the house? Don't you have some geeky get together with your imaginary friends?" he asked roaming around for more beer. I shook my head trying to be patient, 'he is leaving soon and I will be left in peace'- with this thought I soothed myself. For a moment he looked at me, but I could see his mind was somewhere else.

"You're going to stay by yourself?" he re-asked. I snapped the wooden chopstick that was in my hand.

"Yes. Get it through into your thick skull and that orange hair of yours. Y-E-S" I said, still unbelievably angry about behavior and manners today. Patience…patience.

He looked pissed off and stormed out. Well someone was on their period today. I heard his car roar into life and he sped off to some party.

I'm alone, finding harmony and peace; I rummaged through some DVDs and went to the living room to enjoy these short, blissful moments of my life.

The clock hands were on 12 a.m. I was sprawled across the couch, my eyes tired from the movies and dried from fatigue. The huge, feathery blanket was inviting me to sleep. I switched of the plasma T.V and lay my head down on the soft, velvet cushions. Silence was comforting. I promised myself to close my eyes for 5 minutes to re-energize and get my butt up and go to my room.