Author's Note: Hey everyone! As you can see, I'm the author of this particular story. I'm Cecilia. Well this story was originally on Quizilla (the old one) and it was a big success. Unfortunately because of Quizilla's crappy changes, all these stories were deleted and I was too stupid and lazy to reload and edit everything. So please forgive all the mistakes and please put anything you see in the reviews you send. Oh and yeah, you get a bag of candy and an exclusive Aneko and Byakuya stuffed doll collection (no not really). But you'll give me the author the joy of writing and all the warm fuzzies inside. So well hope you enjoy my story and... yeah. PS. I'll be uploading my stories quickly, because basically book one of A Byakuya Kuchiki Love Story is already complete lol. So don't get me pissed or don't stop putting up reviews because I might want you to suffer and wait before uploading my already done chapter! Mwhahaha! Well enjoy.

Is It My Right? (A Byakuya Kuchiki Love Story)

Book One, Chapter One

A Weird Meeting

Name: Aneko May Rinkiku

Height: 4' 5''

Appearance: (Picture can be seen on my homepage/author profile page? (I don't know what you call it))

Age: (At the beginning of the story) 10

Birthday: August 27

Soul Society Class: Poor in District 79- Kusajishi the North Alley of Loitering Spirits

Family: Only child, but treats the orphaned children who live with her like family.

Personality: Always has a smile on her face no matter what happens, overly-confident, and very competitive. Very clumsy. Takes care of anyone who is younger than her. Strong-willed and short-tempered. Doesn't believe in falling in love. Hates Soul Reapers with every fiber of her being.

History: A daughter of a rich businessman in the human world. She died in a car accident and the rest of her family fortunately survived. Sent to district 79, Aneko learns how to survive the many challenges in life.

Aneko ran through the dirty streets in barefoot with a bag of sweets in her hands. Her heart raced, pounding against her chest so hard that it seemed like it was going to jump out of her body. She looked back and she still could see the angry sweet seller with his bat in one hand, chasing after Aneko. Aneko took a sharp turn into a narrow alley, hoping to lose the salesman. She hid behind some moldy wooden boxes. Trying to steady her breathing, she closed her eyes and prayed, prayed that no one will find her.

Suddenly she gave out a big yelp, when a striking force hit the side of her face. The bag of sweets scattered everyone on the ground. Blood trickled down Aneko's cheek, mixing in with her sweat. A foot stepped on her head and dug her face into the dirt, making it hard for her to breath. As the man was doing this, he was cursing at the top of his lungs at how street rats were suppose to die, starving.

After receiving the beating, the man left her coughing up blood, bruised and limp. She looked as the man went grumbling with his bat on his shoulder with her dark purple eyes. Waiting a minute or two, Aneko slowly forced herself to stand, using the wall to lean on and gathered the remaining sweets in the makeshift bag. She still had a way to go to get back to the house where she would be greeted with big smiles and twinkling eyes. She chuckled at the idea and started to limp away towards the river at the side of town.

"Wow. Can you believe it? A soul reaper here. Now! On top of that, it's the son of the Kuchiki noble family with the head captain soul reaper, Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryu-sai. Talk about strange why they'd be here." A man said to his companion as they walked past Aneko.

Aneko ear twitched as she caught the word soul reaper. Stopping in her tracks, she saw a crowd of people around a fancy, shiny horse cart that had silk seating. Out of curiosity, she went over and pushed past the crowd to be in front. Aneko finally made it and looked at what everyone was looking at.

A boy, a little older than she, stood there in front of her. Long black hair pulled back with the white kenseikaan, giving the impression he was a noble and the usual shihakusho (white undershirt, black kimono, hakama, and white sash outfit) that most of the soul reapers wore.

Aneko sighed and said loudly, "You're no soul reaper. You're only a bratty kid of some stupid well-known family. Thanks for nothing."

The crowd gasped and then started to whisper rapidly. Shifting her bag a little higher so it was more comfortable to carry, she rolled her eyes, finding the boy glaring at her.

Bored, Aneko turned to go, but stopped when she heard the young boy's voice say, "How rude can you get? Well it's no surprise since you are merely a waste of space that will eventually die unremembered and unloved."

Aneko snapped back to face the boy, who now was looking away showing that she was even unworthy for him to look at. Aneko's face flushed red out of fury and she shouted, "At least I know how to survive in this town than you. You're nothing but snob who wants to wave around his wealth while the working classes work our butts off to feed our families."

"Like you, my dear? Who, I suppose, stole that bag for who, might I ask? Yourself? If it is for you, don't go telling me I'm the insensitive one." The boy hissed back.

"First of all, no it is not for me. It is for the orphans that were dumped in this hell hole of a district, trying to survive. Trying to live decent lives. And second come back when you have a backbone. You wouldn't last one day here without your soul reaper bodyguard. With that attitude you'll find yourself in a fight in seconds. A little advice from a little girl who has a big punch." Aneko snapped, glaring back in the boy's emotionless grey eyes.

There they stood, glaring intensely into each other's eyes. Suddenly hand plopped on top of the boy's head and broke the glare fight. Aneko and the boy looked up and saw a bald old man with a smile on his face. He wore the same thing the boy was wearing, but with a white overcoat draping over his shoulders. Behind Aneko, the crowd started to whisper wildly with Aneko hearing the words: captain and strongest.

"Well I see you've met a friend Byakuya. Introduce me." The old man said.

Aneko laughed at the word friend and said to the old man through laughs, "My dear sir, I am no friend to any noble, soul reaper, or adults. Please if you don't mind I would love to go and never see either of your faces again. You don't belong here and you have become an eyesore, especially the little brat."

"Little brat?! How dare you and how dare you speak to the head--" The boy named Byakuya cut off when the old man started to tap his hand on Byakuya's head.

"Those eyes, little one. A clear purple. Strange that a May would be here. I'll have to tell that to the head noble house. Come along, Byakuya. Say good-bye, but I don't think this is the last time you'll see her." The old man said slyly that gave Aneko a bad feeling in her spine that made her shiver.

As the cart pulled away, Aneko watched it even after it disappeared around the corner. She couldn't shake the feeling off when the old man said those words. What does he mean 'Strange a May would be here'? Aneko thought. She shook her head and snapped out of her daydream. She started to jog again to the river, where it was back to reality. Back to the suffering and back to the rare moment of happiness when her brothers and sisters can taste the sugary sweetness in their mouths and melt Aneko's heart with their innocent smiles.