A/N: Okay, okay, I know. I shouldn't be starting new story when I have two ongoing, but I had to. I just had to.
I won't abandon Together Alone or Never Leave Me, the next chapters are still in progress. But this has been bugging me for some time now and I had to!
Although, Never Leave Me will go slow, since I have to be in that sick mood to write. Haha! And Together Alone...I'm really attached to that story, so I'm trying my best to...well, give my best.

So, okay... The Sound Of You is in AU and I hope you'll have fun reading it. It will be one long story! Also, I have to stop writing one-shots in the same manner. But what can I do, I like it.
Yeah, enough my ranting! Thank you for your support and I hope I won't disappoint you with this one!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach!

If there was something Kuchiki Rukia hated it was her alarm clock sound that woke her up every morning. While all of her friends woke up setting their phones alarm on, she had a small light-pink clock beside her bed. She loved the design and she cherished it, because it was her birthday present, but the sound that damn clock let out every morning made her automatically fill with anger. Still, it worked every time… and she tried every other option left beside it, and that clock was the only thing that made her stand up on her two feet every morning on time. Rukia was not a lazy person, but something about waking up every morning on order made her in a bad mood. Even if she had a freedom in sleeping till whenever she wakes up, she would usually be awake an hour after her alarm clock. In short, you could say she hated orders.

Her violet eyes opened angrily hearing it this morning as well, and she stood up without any delay, mumbling curses on the way up. She sat on the edge of her bed, allowing herself few seconds of peace, after she turned off that pinkish clock, but she knew…it wouldn't take long before something breaks it. And she was right.

She heard her phone ringing and she growled, knowing very well who was calling her, so she pushed herself of her bed and eyed the room, searching for that small device.

"Once…I overslept once and he can't let it go!" She said angrily to herself and walked to her table seeing her phone that was still ringing. She knew it would ring until she picks it up. She didn't even care to look at the name on the screen, she knew very well who was the person that was calling her.

"What?" She almost shouted on the speakerphone in a husky voice, since she just woke up.

"Oi midget, are you up?" She sighed.

"Of course I'm up! I'm always up!" She said, annoyed. "Once, it was only once I overslept and it was your damn fault Strawberry!"

"My fault? What? It's not my damn fault you can't wake up without that ugly clock!" And the annoyance she was carrying in her voice, quickly transmitted on the person she was talking to.

"Don't blame the clock! It's your fault. You seem to forget I was helping your lazy ass that night. Next time I won't give a fuck if you don't do your assignments!" She started walking through her room, looking at nothing in particular. She was now completely awake and realization hit her.

"Damn it Ichigo, it's today! I don't have time for this shit!" She said frantically and heard him chuckle on the other side.

"You just now remembered? That's why I called you stupid! I wanted to make sure you are up in time." He said, annoyance completely erased from his voice. When he heard her growl on the other end he quickly continued talking. "Okay, go, get ready. I'll pick you up in an hour. Did you pack everything?" Rukia stopped in her tracks and contemplated about his question, as if counting something in her head.

"Yeah… last night. I just have to pack some small things and I'm done. Okay, I'll wait for you at the gate at 10." She said more calmly, but before they ended the line she spoke again. "Wait, don't come with that stupid small car, we won't be able to carry a thing."

"Tsk, do you think I'm retarded?" After he heard her chuckle on the other side he spoke again. "Shut up midget, don't answer that. And I'm going to come with SUV, that way we'll have room for all your useless junk. Now go, I'll see you in an hour." And she flipped her phone shut, quickly tossing it on the bed and hurrying to her bathroom.

Before she took of her pajamas, she stopped in her tracks thinking if she should make time for breakfast, but after remembering that her brother said he won't be home this morning, she tossed that thought aside and decided her and Ichigo should just pick something on the way.

She finished showering quickly and after drying her long raven hair she hurried to find the clothes she placed on her chair last night. Everything else was packed, so she had to pick what she wanted to wear. She put on bluish jeans and white tank top, following with simple black vest with U-cut and found her black leather jacket throwing it near her matching bag. After adding little finishing touches with makeup, she pulled her hair up in a pony tail and decided to pack all the small things she left aside, as in phone, her makeup kit, that stupid, but to her cute, clock and quickly called for her maid to come up.

After only few seconds a women entered her room and bowed.

"You called, Ms Kuchiki?"

"Yes. Please call the driver to take my bags downstairs. I believe my brother informed you that I will be going with Kurosaki Ichigo." She said in a cold tone, completely different from Rukia on the phone moments ago.

"Yes, right away miss." The maid said nodding.

"Thank you."

Rukia put on her jacket and took her bag and one purple case and made sure that her bags were all in one place before she went downstairs toward the gate. She passed the said driver on the way and he nodded telling her that he will be with her in a moment. When she exited her house and started walking to the large black gate he saw familiar carrot-top, usually known by the name Kurosaki Ichigo. He was leaning on his SUV, smirking. She smacked him on his arm in a greeting way and moved on the other side to the passenger door.

"They'll bring down the bags now." She said tiredly and he nodded, glancing towards her front door, to see if someone was coming.

"Good. Are you sure you packed everything? I'm not turning around because you left your favorite stuffed animal." He said amusingly, watching her over his shoulder. She frowned.

"Shut up Kurosaki!"

"Oh, and dad said to tell you that you need to call him to confirm about that dinner next month."

"I know, Yuzu called me last night. I'll call him in a minute." She said and nodded to the driver that was carrying her bags. Ichigo opened the trunk and helped the man to place it in there, along with his own bags. When Rukia saw everything is in place she opened the door and placed the purple case on Ichigo's back seats carefully, before she sat down and closed the door. After a minute Ichigo joined her and started the engine and soon they were on their way.

After a few minutes of driving and talking about where will they stop to get some food, Rukia opened her phone and dialed.

"Are you calling him now?" Ichigo said, annoyance present in his voice.

"Yes. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing…just don't let him go insane. He'll start talking about stupid things." Rukia nodded frantically, knowing very well what he meant by that.

Kurosaki Ishin, father of Ichigo, had a tendency to exaggerate things and be happy about stuff normal parents shouldn't be. Rukia knew that about him, since she was friends with Ichigo for a very, very long time. It was easy dealing with Ishin eye to eye, because usually Ichigo would just smack him and pull Rukia away, but over the phone…it was a completely different story, since Rukia never wanted to offend the man by ending the conversation short, even though Ichigo told her countless times to just flip the phone shut.

"Hello, Mr. Kurosaki, its Rukia." Ichigo glanced her way, scowl set on his face, after he heard his father loud and happy voice on the other end. Rukia was smiling awkwardly, listening to his father.

"Yes, thank you…yes, I won't let him…No, no, it's not like that…I know, you are my family too…" Ichigo's eyes were now on the road as he listened to Rukia's failed attempts to calm down his father. His scowl was set on his face, while he gripped the steering wheel, trying with all his force not to lose it and throw Rukia's phone through the window. And he would do it…except it was Rukia's phone, and well…she would kill him for that.

"Just gimmie that!" He said and violently took the phone out of her hand.

"Dad, it's me!" Rukia heard something that sounded as yelling on the other end. "I don't give a shit, you'll talk to her when we come back. Listen, she just called to confirm about that dinner, so we'll be back next month." After Ishin spoke on the other end, Ichigo's face switched to concern and he glanced toward Rukia.

"I don't know…" He said and lowered the phone a little, to speak to her. "Um…he wants to know if Byakuya is coming?" He said and saw her pained expression and hated his father for even bringing that man up right now.

"I…I don't think so. He will probably have a lot of work to do." She said quietly and he returned to watch the road, brining the phone back up to his ear.

"No, the douchebag won't come." He said coldly and Rukia smacked his arm telling him not to call her brother that. "I have to go now. Say hi to Yuzu and Karin and we'll let you know when we get there." He said and after few moments of silence, listening to his father speaking, he frowned even harder. "No, you sick son of a bitch!" And after that he violently flipped the phone shut, handing it over to Rukia.

"There, that's done." Ichigo said watching the road. "I swear that man is deranged. Next time just text him, don't bother calling."

"Nah, that doesn't work. I texted him last time to say I'll be coming to Yuzu's birthday party and he just called me anyway." Rukia said amused and turned on the music.

They sat like that for few minutes, Ichigo busy driving, and Rukia silent listening to calming tones of music that came from his radio that she knew very well. It was her playlist after all.

Caprice, by Paganini, she thought. Even though it was well know melody, she loved every note that was in it. She closed her eyes and leaned on the cushion on her seat, thinking about what awaited her and Ichigo. Thinking about her past was something Rukia rarely did, she loved to ponder about present and future, but listening to Paganini always made her remember things she used to love, but were now almost forgotten. It linked her to places she knew as a child. This kind of music, classical music, was always present in her life and almost every song she heard reminded her of something. But Paganini always held a special place in her life. He reminded her of things that were once happy, but were now just cruel and sad memories she always tortured herself with.

Ichigo was silent driving, he knew her choice in music, but he couldn't deny that he was surprised hearing that piece in his car. He glanced her way and saw her with closed eyes, so he decided it was time to bring her back to reality.

"Didn't we agree not to listen to this shit here? It's enough that we have to study this, at least we could do is let some jazz or blues to relax…" Rukia opened her eyes, startled. For a moment she forgot where she was and she straightened herself in her seat before she spoke.

"Y-Yeah…" She said and quickly switched to radio. After a second some modern jazz hugged their ears and Ichigo relaxed knowing this way is much better.

"Okay. I'm going to stop here to get some gas. You should go get us some food…" He said and Rukia slapped his hand.

"You didn't fill your tank? What the hell? You had a whole day yesterday!" Ichigo turned right to park and when he turned off his engine he turned to look at Rukia.

"No, I didn't have a whole day. My father dragged me with him for a whole day, saying something about how we need to spend quality time together." He said scowling and Rukia laughed. "Don't fucking laugh. You should thank me, he wanted to call you too, and I saved you telling him you had things to do. And believe me, you should thank me…" He said, taking his valet and keys. "…since he spent the whole day talking about how we need to realize that we're in love and just make him some grandchildren."

"He's still on that?" She said opening the door of his car, and he followed.

"Oh, he's not still on that…it's all he ever talks about." Ichigo said slamming the door shut in some anger, obviously becoming mad remembering his father. "I'm really considering pumping you up just to make him shut…er…" He stopped seeing Rukia's wide eyes. She was looking at him, still holding the door with one hand, not believing what just came out of his mouth.

Ichigo started scratching his head, looking away.

"Sorry, that didn't sound right…" She was still silent for few more moments, before she snapped back.

"Stupid!" She said closing the door and waving her hand and going to small fast food restaurant few feet away. "I'll be back in a minute." Her heels clicked on the asphalt as she hurried to order something for Ichigo and her, while still uncomfortable because of his words. "Stupid Strawberry." She muttered.

And Ichigo shook his head, turning away to get some gas.

"What the hell was that?" He mentally slapped himself. Never, in all the years they spend together, did he ever say something like that to Rukia. They spent all their childhood together and they were used to talks. Everyone was saying how one day the two will marry and it's just matter of time before they both realize that they love each other. But both of them would just ignore it, commenting how there are some insane people out there.

And they were indeed inseparable. Ichigo did have male friends, and Rukia did have girl friends, but at the end of the day it was always like this…Ichigo and Rukia, nobody else. She was the only one that knew everything about him, and he was the one that knew everything about her. With just one look they both knew what the other was thinking and they were always there for each other.

All those talks aside, Ichigo was not a blind man. Around when he turned fourteen he started noticing Rukia in a very different way than he did once. And even though that happened not once did he say something like this to her. But he knew very well that she always turned heads whenever they walked together. Her long raven hair, pale skin, large violet eyes and perfect body made the males go insane and him very protective. But not once did he considered it as anything else than taking care of her. He was her friend after all, and that's what friends do. Right?

He returned back to his car, after paying for gas and saw Rukia coming his way with food in her hands and two cups of…probably coffee.

"I got you a burger and fries, but they didn't have pickles, so I just told them to put some lettuce." Rukia said entering his car. He followed. "Also, here's your black coffee without sugar."

"Fine." Ichigo said taking his food and drink from her. "Is that a pie? Why didn't you bring me some of that?" He almost whined.

"I did you asshole. It's in the bag." She said and turned her attention to the food in her hands. The atmosphere returned to normal really quickly, and after they ate the food, Ichigo started the engine again and they took off.

"It's already 10:30, I need to call Rangiku. And we need to hurry." Rukia said going through her bag, looking for her phone.

"Did she found the place?" Ichigo asked his eyes on the road.

"Yeah. I think she did, but even if she didn't, I would let her stay with me, so…" Ichigo nodded and Rukia dialed. After few rings Matsumoto Rangiku finally picked up.

"Hey Ran! Are you up?" Rukia said happily, not minding the wait. "Yeah, we're on the way. Listen, I'll let you know when we arrive, so we can meet... Yeah, but I think we'll have time." After few more exchanged words she flipped the phone shut and relaxed on her seat.

Even though she was excited and happy to be going, she was really tired and…somehow scared. She worked her whole life for this and when it finally came she had her doubts.
And she was sure she would know at least half of the people there and they'll surely know Ichigo and her. That didn't bother her that much, since everyone always knew about Kuchiki's and Kurosaki's, so her and Ichigo got used to it…but it wasn't a particularly nice feeling.

Every time they had to attend some ridiculously expensive party she always had to act the way everyone expected and that was always, to this day, annoying…but she did it anyway. Her brother at least deserved that much.

Although, Ichigo was a completely different story. He went, yes, but he wasn't the type of a guy to even care pretending and she was always stuck making sure that he doesn't make a scene. Once he got into an argument with an old lady about the food. If she was anywhere else, she would laugh to tears, because it was funny seeing him bicker with a grayish woman. But…that grayish lady represented one of the biggest companies in the area and she had to drag him out of that argument, apologizing to the lady on the way. Maybe that was the reason her brother never really liked Ichigo. He tolerated him, yes, but both Rukia and Ichigo knew that he wasn't very fond of him.

Still, it was always fun with Ichigo, and she somehow envied him for not caring if something is good for his father business or not. She couldn't allow making a mistake there.

"Did you bring the suit?" Rukia said looking at her orange-haired friend and saw his scowl immediately.

"I did. That's tonight, right?" He said, his voice giving away boredom.

"Yeah. You need to pick me up around eight, since my car won't be there till tomorrow." She said flipping the radio channels. After she found the desired station, she fully turned to him and pointed a finger in his direction. "And, just so you know, headmaster will be there, so if you get in some trouble, I'll personally cut you in to tiny pieces."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…"

"Don't yeah me. I'm serious. If anything goes wrong tonight, we'll be in a lot of trouble and we're only at the beginning."

"Is that the old geezer Byakuya knows?"

"Yes, and I'm sure he'll tell my brother everything. So, no funny business. Alright?" She said, glaring daggers in his way. "Alright Ichigo?"

"ALRIGHT!" He shouted.

"Good." Rukia said relaxing on her seat once again.

"I hate those things. Why do we always get invited?" Ichigo said annoyed. He wanted to go to his apartment and set everything up, maybe watch some movies with Rukia and relax. He would even agree to go out with Matsumoto and others drinking, instead of this. But no, he had to attend some rich man's stupid party, filled with rich stuck up kids, that had no better things to do in life than to prance around in overly expensive clothes.

"That's a stupid question. You know very well why. And you also know that we can't help it, so just shut up and bear with it. We can always find Matsumoto later and believe me, she'll make sure we forget everything about it." Rukia said, glancing out of her window. Truth to be told, she agreed with him…in every way. But it was the truth, they had no other choice. And to make things worse, it was the headmaster's party, so everything depended on how they'll behave.

"I'll take you up on that offer."

"I will." He said coldly ending the call and placing his cell phone back in to his pocket. Where was he? Ah yes, the lady before him has been talking something about the rooms. "So, I can sign in like always?" He said glancing before him to an older lady that had silvery hair placed in to a bun and glasses that kept sliding to her nose bridge. She wore dark green jacket and white shirt underneath. She was always behind that wooden desk, writing something, and had a soft welcoming smile on her face.

"Of course Mr. Hitsugaya, we kept your practice room reserved." She said softly handing him one envelope that had dark red stamp on the left upper corner. Her voice was always mild. He nodded. "Your schedule starts from Monday morning, so come then."

"Thank you." And he turned around, exiting the large building. Cold air flushed his cheeks and he stood there for moment thinking about the phone call he just received. Again with those people…for how long will he have to cope with that? There were always those stupid events and those stuck up rich kids around. He frowned remembering his family. But he had no choice, he had to put himself together and attend it. He would probably lay low and wait until it's finally over. Seeing all those people every year was really bothersome.

"Oi, are you done?" The blue-haired man almost yelled trough the window of the black car parked in front of the building Toshiro just exited.

"Yeah." He said entering the same car, frowning. The car smelled new, like always. His blue-haired friend never drove the cars more than few months' tops. And they were always easily spotted cars, overly expensive, almost too much even for them. Toshiro hated his taste…in almost anything. As long as it was shiny and new the man would bought it. He was practically fascinated with new stuff. The clothes he wore were so much different than Toshiro's. Toshiro liked simple, yet elegant, stuff, like the black shirt he wore now that complimented his white hair, making it pop out more. While the man beside him was always wearing too much…just to let everyone know he could.

"So you got the call?" His friend said casually looking at the road ahead while he drove him back to the apartment. He wasn't really sure why he was even friends with this guy. Oh wait! Yeah, he was fun…sometimes. And it helped with the academy work, because he played the same instrument like Toshiro and the competition was always present around those two, although Toshiro always won…always. But then again, it was a never-ending battle, so who knew what will happen tomorrow.

"Of course." He said coldly. "We have to cancel everything now." The clear teal eyes reflected on the darker windows of the car as he watched the buildings passing by. Something about this whether made him remember his childhood. Probably the cool fall wind and the sky that was threatening to cry any moment made him slightly melancholic. Who knows, who cares? He ran his hand trough the white straps of hair on his head and stopped at the top trying to remember if he had any appropriate suits in his closet.

"Nah, just postpone. The club is open almost the whole night, we have time!" Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was the name of his friend. Grimmjow…everyone knew the name around here. His family was a business partner with Hitsugaya's. That's how they met. Nothing worth remembering, just plain old dinner in the Hitsugaya's mansion. Toshiro met many kids like that, but the reason this man stick around was only because of his interest in music, nothing else, and nothing more. He could never trust him, he wasn't that kind of a friend. Nor did he ever talk to him about anything of importance, just non-essential chit-chats and drinking…that was it. It was enough.

"Fine." He said throwing his head on the cushion of his seat and closing his eyes. He felt tired. He wondered will he have time to rest before that event…probably not.

"We're here! Get out!" Grimmjow said with wide grin on his face. Toshiro exited the car and leaned back on the window.

"We'll meet there." He said and Grimmjow nodded. Toshiro turned around and entered his building. The usher said something. What? He didn't know. Probably some empty words of welcome. Many years around servants and maids and you stop listening, stop caring. They all smiled and greeted him because of his money, nothing more. Why would he pay any attention to them? But he didn't bother them either. They did their job, and he made sure to get out of the way. He got used to the halls. He lived here for the last two years. Or was it three? Yeah, three. It was a nice building, quiet. Only thing missing were the practice rooms, so he had to go to the campus. Other attendants would probably call the police if he played there all the time. And he did that. Played all the time that is. That was the reason he was on the campus grounds so early to reserve his room. He flipped open his phone when he entered his apartment on the 10th floor and frowned. 5 missed calls. Who cares, they'll call again. They always do. He dialed.

"Where are you?" He asked as he was grabbing a bottle of water from his fridge.

"Why?" The girl's voice said eagerly.

"I'm in my apartment." He said indifferently and took a sip of water.

"I'll be there in 15 minutes." There, that's done too. He closed the phone and went to take a shower. Even that became the same. Sex. Was that the best it gets? The girls were always around him, with their exposed bosom and slick long legs pleading for him to take them. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't. Yes, it was fun at first. Seeing how they swooned around him, competing for his attention, practically throwing themselves at his feet. Fun? Yeah…at first. Now it all became the same. He would get aroused by them and could have them so easily it wasn't even worth it. There, he just asked where she was. Just fucking asked and she was already ready to come to him. Their bodies and their moans became the same…lifeless in his ears, in his eyes. The lust and the passion evaporated and all that was left was a simple human need…need for that act. He could see their beauty and their curves, but after a while it was all stained in his eyes. The mere fact that he could spoil them, demolish their bodies with only few words made them all blank in his eyes. They lacked passion and because of that they took all of the passion away from him. Why did he even bother? The only reason for that was his libido, something that got in the way of his academy work. And nothing gets in the way of that.

The door. She was already there, waiting. He took one deep tired breath and opened it. There she was. Beautiful. They all were. He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. She smiled. That was blank too. He kept looking at her eyes, searching for one hint of that passion he wanted, but found none. Only the need and that was all that was left. Will he ever stop searching? He knew it was pointless, but couldn't help it. He started kissing her as she caressed his arousal trough the fabric of his pants, desperate for its release. With one hand he started unbuttoning her blouse, with other holding her hair roughly, while he kissed her neck and biting it with his canine teeth. She moaned. Empty. She was so fucking empty. Boring and the same. The blouse fell to the floor and with the free hand he started touching her womanhood. He could feel her shiver, while he fingered her. She was soaking wet. She was standing and her legs were slightly shaking. He loved to do that. Make them week on their feet, because they all were just that…week. He then stopped and led her to his bedroom slowly. It will last, it always does, but it would be the same. Fuck her and get on your way. It wasn't as cruel as it sounded. They all wanted just that, that small piece of attention he gave. What else could he give to them if not that kind of pleasure? There was nothing else left in him to give. Her long brown hair fell to her now bare shoulders as he pushed her to his king sized bed and followed her. He wanted more than anything to erase that blank stare she gave him, to erase that empty smile that kept creeping on her face. But it didn't bother him that much anymore, he got used to it.