Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. All rights go to Bleach.


As I walk down the streets of years I see many different doors, inside these doors are futures. Different paths that lead me to a new outcome, a new adventure, and a new disaster. Around these doors are thousands of flowers. There are many different colors and sizes of flowers. Some have big petals with many colors and some are dull with gorgeous leaves. Every now and then a flower will catch my eye and I'll stop and look at it. There always different with their own unique special quality. I'll slowly reach out to this flower, but they always wilt before I touch them. It makes me really sad, it makes me feel like the flower, all the flowers, don't want to be with me. I'll sit there for a while, crouching over it. If I truly loved this flower I would cry for it, wishing it would come back, but eventually I stand up and walk away, glancing back occasionally. I continue down the streets of years, opening new doors and discovering new flowers and ones I've seen before. Sometimes it feels as if I'm wilting, but I know I can't be, I'm water, I'm rain, I'm the clouds, I can't possibly wilt. I continue this cycle, flower after flower, tear after tear, year after year. I'm stumbling down the road, taking big steps here and there and stopping completely in others. I feel as if I've done this for so long, but...

"-But nothing!" yelled a formerly warm voice. " It's over Rukia! We're through!" I plopped down on the bench I was occupying with my boyfriend a while ago. Now I'm sitting here alone, without any proof he was here at all, aside from my mind that is. I read through the messages we were looking at a while ago. I sighed coming to the last message in the inbox. It read:" I love you Uryuu!" with a smiley face and a heart. 'I'm such an idiot!' I thought to myself. It just wasn't fair. He didn't even give me a chance to explain anything!

Earlier that day I had messaged my friend Uryuu about a girl he had a crush on, but was too shy to ask her out. He wanted some advice on how to ask her, and of course I sent him my suggestions right away. He wanted to test out what he was going to say and make sure it was the right wording. I willingly offered to play the girl in messaging so he could have a reference to look back on. I suggested that we clear out the inbox to pretend it was the 'real deal' as if he was just texting out of the blue. We went through the process several times to get it right, starting from scratch each time. He had called to thank me after he felt confident that he had the right words to ask the girl out. I was so proud of him because he was finally going after the girl he liked. I wanted to celebrate his newly found confidence, so i called my boyfriend to meet up with me at the carnival being held on the other side of the city. When he arrived he had asked why I was so cheerful. I couldn't possibly tell him though, I mean, what if Uryuu backed down, or didn't want me to expose that he had a secret crush? I would never speak of someone else's love life, that would just be plain wrong. My boyfriend had simply decided to brush it off and enjoy the time we had while I was in my brilliant mood. We had previously gotten cotton candy and were currently occupying a bench on the outskirts of the carnival. We had agreed to put on some music so I handed him my phone to choose a song he wanted. Halfway through the second song I saw his facial expression change, and half a minute later as he ignored my worried questions, he blew up on me. How I was cheating on him and how I was happy because I had two guys at my 'disposal'. I swear, there has to be something wrong with me. This has happened to me so many times! I trip and land on another guy and we accidentally brush lips, I get dumped of course. I get my phone stolen by the love struck Chickie's and we break up. Time and time again something happens, breaking me and a guy up. Am I hazardous or something? Do I really look like a liar? Can I really not be trusted? Ugh..I guess so..

This is my love life. Most people always say stuff like, 'love isn't easy', 'there's always a few bumps in the road', you have to climb the mountain to get to the top'. Heh, Yea well, for me, if i walk toward the mountain it runs away ... screaming . I can understand someone not liking me because of how clumsy I am, and then there's all the people who shove me around just because im short. Everyone at the university calls me a kid, aside from a select few. I mean come on! I'm twenty-two for heaven's sake! You would think that people would be more mature than that, but of course their not.

I pulled my knees up to my chest. This really sucks. Not only did I lose my boyfriend, but now the celebration is ruined! Running a hand through my short raven like hair, I stood up and trudged through the unpleasant noisy rush of the carnival. I tossed the remains of my cotton candy in a garbage bin somewhere along the way. Twisting imbetween the people and the game stands I finally reached the parking lot. Walking around the multiple RV's on the curb I paused by the street. Noticing a car speeding up on my right I decided it was safer just to let it pass.I spotted an orange haired man. He was crossing in front of that car! I have to stop him!

"Hey man!" I yelled. "Sir look out!"

-POV change

I turned around to see a short, petite woman running towards me. What did she think she was doing!?

"Stop you'll get-oomph!" I breathed out flying in the air and crashing hard into the concrete. I recovered quickly looking instantly towards the woman sprawled out on the ground. "Stop! Stop the car!", I yelled, but it was no use. The pale woman shielded herself right as I looked away squeezing my eyes shut and throwing my hands over my ears to shut out the high pitch screaming. New sets of voices were seeping into my mind as I uncovered my ears and chanced a glance back towards the scene. Five or six people were reaching under the car dragging a body out from underneath it. Thankfully I couldn't see any sign of blood. The small body that had been dragged out from under the car was now being cradled by my manager seeming fully intact. I stood up rushing over to the small figure. Not bothering to voice my concern being that several others were already voicing theirs. I suddenly got extremely angry.

"You idiot!" I yelled at fluttering eyes." Why the hell would you do that!? Not only could you have gotten yourself killed, but you ruined the shot! Have you got any idea how far we've come just to film this damn movie?!"

"M-movie?" she stuttered, her eyes widening and her face heating immediately regained her composure and stumbled up. "I-i um, I have to go." She rushed off across the parking lot to the bus stop, catching the door right before it closed.

"Wait!" my manager called. He sighed as he watched the bus doors close behind the small woman. "See what you did Ichigo? You ran her off! She could be seriously injured!"

"Chill Urahara, she looked fine to me, besides, she's the one that ran off," i concluded. "If she was hurt she probably would have fallen or sumthin'."

"You are so cruel..."The manager, Urahara, shook his head and dragged himself back to one of the RV's where they were currently reviewing the last bit of the tape that was recorded. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all Yoruichi, we're endangering the public. We should have just gotten a bunch of our volunteers together and-No this is great!" Urahara was cut off."w-what?" he spoke confused.

"That was fantastic!" the director,Yoruichi, stated. Look at this!" she began rolling the tape back.

Ugh..they can do whatever they want with that clip, but i want to get back to the action. The sooner we finish, the quicker we can go home. I looked over by the front of the RV where i first saw the dark-haired woman. I spotted a brown hand bag with 'Chappy' sewn into it. I walked over skeptically picking it up. Flipping open the bag i found a cell phone, wallet and a pair of apartment keys. I smirked to myself. What a lucky find. Picking up the wallet i rummaged through it, discovering a few gift cards, a credit card, lots of cash, along with a driver's license and an ID for some university. 'A collage student huh?' i thought to myself. Digging in the pocket of the wallet i fished out what looked like paper with a bunch of X's and cuss words written on them. Wait a second, these are wallet photos.'What tha'... I stuffed the pictures back in the wallet and threw it in the bag.

"Hey Urahara!"i called to my manager," I'm going for a ride, I'll be back later!" I hopped in the parked Mercedes that was still in the middle of the non-busy the keys in the ignition I revved the engine and sped down the road.