Hey people! I've really been itching to write this because it's been in my head for a while, so I hope you like it. And just for your info, I have absolutely no idea what college life is like, so I'll probably write very little about it. That is, unless I get a good beta who knows about college. Then I could write shtuff about it, but other than that, it's a no go.

Oh, and I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that Momo is about twenty-one, so you can just build the other characters off of that if you want. This will probably get updated every three to five days or so, being that by the time it gets posted I'll have almost finished it, so no need to worry about long delays or anything. Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I own nothing. Nothing includes chocolate and books, but that's it.

Death Butterfly

'You're on in three….

Two….

One!'

(Screaming fangirls)

"Oh my God!!! It's Death Butterfly!!! I LOVE YOU RENJI!!!!" A random blonde girl in the front of a hushed crowd proclaimed her affection before millions of viewers, during the very first Death Butterfly concert that aired on television.

"ICHIGO, WILL YOU MARRY ME?!?!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SHORT GUYS ARE SEXY, I LOVE YOU TOUSHIRO!!!!"

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"Listen to those girls, they're so pathetic! If I was lucky enough to be able to attend a Death Butterfly concert, I would rather splurge and buy a backstage pass so I could actually meet them. I mean, you'd make more of an impression if you drooled all over their clothes rather than screaming in the crowd, right Momo?" She remained glued to the television as she asked her question, eagerly waiting for the concert to start.

"Yeah, I guess. Hey Megumi, do you want any popcorn?" She turned to the blonde girl, her eyes completely avoiding the TV.

"Sure! Are you going to be part of this momentous occasion and watch the concert with me? I mean, it is the very first time they've ever shown a Death Butterfly concert on TV!" Megumi glanced over at the brunette, waiting for her reply.

"No, I need to study for the big test tomorrow, sorry. Maybe you could tape it for me?" She was already on her way up the stairs, not really caring if she saw the concert or not. In fact, she would rather not watch it at all.

"I'm already one step ahead of you! It's a good thing we have a lot of spare video tapes. Hey, where do you think you're going? YOU FORGOT TO GET MY POPCORN!!!" She yelled up the staircase, grumbling when she didn't receive an answer.

It wasn't long after that when Megumi remembered they didn't have any big tests the next day. She shook her head, coming to the conclusion that Momo didn't want to expose her fangirl side. Shy people were so self conscious.

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"Damn, I'm so tired. Anybody got a pillow?" An orange haired teen wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel, being the first one off the stage.

"Why don't you cuddle up with your little stuffed lion, huh? I'm sure your fangirls would love that!"

"Oh, shut the hell up Abarai! You know I only kept Kon because Rukia insisted on giving it to me for my birthday!" He shoved a finger in the mocking face of Renji Abarai, his temper flaring.

"Oh, so you gave it a name! How cute! Strawberry boy here has a cute little stuffed lion named Kon! I bet you sleep with it every single night!" The redhead laughed at the thought.

"Like hell I do!" Ichigo whacked him over the head with his fist, wishing Rukia would've at least thought about his pride when she bought him his birthday present.

"Ouch, damn it! Hit me again and I'll knock your teeth out!" Renji growled as he rubbed the tender spot on his head.

"I'd like to see you try!" The two were prepared to duke it out right them and there when a voice interrupted them.

"At it again, I see. I'm going to get changed, later. Oh, you guys might want to get cleaned up too, a reporter is supposed to be interviewing us. About our 'big debut' or something like that." The white haired teen walked right between the two and headed for his dressing room, not caring if the guys beat each other up. Besides, it happened all the time.

"We'll finish this later Kurosaki." Renji poked a finger in Ichigo's face and turned to go to his dressing room as well.

"Yeah, you have to go and make sure your girly little ponytail isn't coming out. It might make you look like a slob in front of my adoring fans!" He scoffed and then dashed to his dressing room, smirking in triumph when he slammed the door in the face of a fuming Renji.

"You'll pay for that you orange haired freak!!!"

"At least my hair doesn't make me look like a girl!" 'It's too sexy to be girly. Ha.' He splashed his face with cold water, all the while smiling smugly to himself.

"I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A GIRL!!!" Renji pounded on the door, his pride wounded.

Renji noticed the white hair of his fellow band member and spun to face him, not caring that the boy had changed so quickly and still looked awesome.

"Yo, Little T, does my hair make me look like a girl?!" He pointed to his head frantically.

The snowy haired boy stood silent for a moment, his eyebrow ticking in annoyance.

"Idiot, stop calling me Little T, my name is Toushiro! Say it, Tou-shir-o!" He managed to whack the taller boy over the head with his fist, a scowl set on his face.

"Alright, alright, Toushiro, does my hair make me look like a girl?" He rubbed his head, wondering fleetingly if today had been dubbed 'Beat up Renji Day' without him knowing.

But the younger boy didn't answer, he simply scoffed and walked away.

"Hey, wait a minute! Get back here, you didn't answer my question!" Renji stood there for a moment and then raced off to his dressing room.

'Does that mean I do look like a girl?! Damn that Kurosaki! I'll get him for this! Maybe I'll dye his hair blue while he's sleeping…'

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"Oh my god, did you see the concert last night!? It was so awesome! And the interview with the band is supposed to be on tonight! I am so taping it and posting it on my website!" A raven haired girl gushed, her eyes dreamy.

"I know!! Isn't Ichigo so cute?! I have a poster of him on my wall…I always have good dreams if it's the last thing I see before I fall asleep…" Megumi drifted off into her own dreamland, but was quickly snapped out of it when a tissue was thrust in her face.

"Megumi, you're drooling. So Momo, did you enjoy the concert?" The raven haired girl turned to her friend, who had been silently listening to the girls rant on about how wonderful Death Butterfly was.

"Oh, no. I was tired." She shrugged, but Megumi scowled at her.

"Liar! You told me we had a big test today! And we don't! Momo, you're just afraid of having a nosebleed from staring at the hottest guys on the planet for too long." At those words her face flushed pink and she spluttered in embarrassment, trying to deny what her friend had just said.

"Ugh, Hanna, you don't believe her do you? I don't even like listening to Death Butterfly!" She pleaded desperately.

"I don't know Momo, for all we know you could be a closet fangirl." Hanna shrugged and then laughed when her friend buried her face in her hands, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Oh, calm down Momo, I was only kidding!" She patted the girl on the back, a smile ever present on her lips.

"She's just embarrassed because she knows that it's true!" Megumi giggled and ducked her head when Momo swatted at her.

"It is not! I do not like Death Butterfly!" She started to get annoyed, but the two girls beside her just laughed and kept walking. "Hey, wait for me!" She jogged to catch up to them, not able to contain the smile that worked its way out on her face.

"Ohayo, Professor Aizen!" She smiled at the man as he passed, and he smiled in return.

"Ohayo, Miss Hinamori, girls." He nodded and kept walking, probably on his way to the huge campus library.

"You know, he's probably one of my favorite teachers. He's never mean and he doesn't yell at anybody. I think his scary stern voice is enough to shut up even the worst of the guys!" Megumi laughed as she remembered what had happened a few days ago in class.

"Yeah." Momo nodded as she too recalled the event.

"It's not fair, you guys have all of your classes together! And what do I get?! One stinking class with you!" Hanna crossed her arms and pouted, scowling at her friends when they laughed at her childishness.

"It's okay Hanna, we always see each other at the end of the day." Momo tried to consol her troubled friend.

"Yeah, you guys probably don't get to talk much during class anyways." Hanna looked thoughtful for a moment before she agreed with the brunette. "You know, Momo, you always were the smartest of our group!"

"Hey, don't I have a say in this!?" Megumi looked at the both of them in question.

They pondered for a moment, and then simultaneously answered.

"No." The three girls laughed as they headed to their classes, ready for another day of learning.

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"This is Mei Anichi bringing you an interview with the members of the hottest band of the year, Death Butterfly. So, as the main guitarist, how do you think the concert went tonight?" She stuck her mic in Ichigo's face, waiting for his answer with that weird 'expectant reporter' look.

"Uh, I guess it went well. Our manager, Urahara, said this way we'll get more fans and sell more albums. Even if it was just an attempt to gain more money I had a lot of fun." He shrugged and looked at her seriously, blinking his chocolate brown eyes.

"When will your next concert be?" She shoved the mic back at him, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed with her.

"I don't know. Hitsugaya here is the one who keeps track of all that stuff." He thumbed in the direction of the short boy, earning a curt nod from the reporter.

She turned her mic on the boy, and he mentally grumbled to himself. He hated reporters, they were so in-your-face and annoying.

"Next Saturday."

"So I hear this was the start of your big nationwide tour, is that correct?" All she got was a nod from the serious boy, and she vaguely wondered how such a serious kid could have such an amazing voice.

"So, can you give our viewers any idea of what you will be doing once you're done touring the country?" The annoying microphone was back in his face, and if you looked closely you would've seen his eyebrow twitch.

"Start a new album, take a vacation, tour another country. With our finances we could do just about anything." He gave her a nonchalant shrug and closed his sea green orbs, silently telling the woman that he was done talking. He wasn't much of a talker anyways.

"Renji Abarai, could you say that you're pleased with the way things have been going since your band received national attention and millions of adoring fans?" She turned to the redhead, who at the moment was looking cool with his arms crossed and a serious expression on his face.

"Sure. Every now and again our body guards have to tackle a crazy fan girl before she rips our clothes off to sell them on eBay, but all in all it's been a good experience." He smirked at the mention of crazy fangirls. It had happened to him a couple of times.

The reporter nodded and turned back to the camera.

"And there you have it folks. A live interview with the band Death Butterfly! I'm Mei Anichi, and you're watching Tokyo News. Back to you Dan!"

"Cut. You were great boys, but you could've been a little more relaxed." The cameraman offered them a friendly smile.

'I don't do relaxed. This whole freaking interview was a waste of time.' Toushiro stood from his position on the overstuffed red couch and stretched.

"I'm going to bed. Later." He waved and turned to go, a bored expression on his face.

"Which in your language means you're going to do paperwork that isn't even required of us as the band. Right. At least try to get some sleep, Shorty." Ichigo rolled his eyes and walked past the boy, ruffling his snowy white hair.

"Hey, I told you to stop calling me that! And don't touch my hair!" He combed his fingers through the ruffled spikes of white, trying to regain some sense of tidiness. He didn't see what was so amusing about the nicknames his fellow band members gave him.

"Yeah, yeah." Ichigo waved on his way out the door, probably headed to some secluded room so he could call his lady Rukia. It wasn't like they talked about anything bad, he just liked his privacy. It was hard to be a proud electric guitarist when your girlfriend was whispering sweet nothings to you over the telephone amongst a crowd of people.

Renji stretched and yawned, ready to hit the sack. He completely ignored the reporter and her cameraman as he left, eyes scanning the carpet in a very bored fashion. They always got those creepy stiff reporters, or the really peppy annoying ones. Why couldn't they have a nice, comfortable, friendly chat with a normal reporter for once!?

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"I can't believe you missed that Momo! They had a close up of Ichigo! Ichigo!!! And when he blinked at the camera like that I almost died….he has such pretty brown eyes…..augh, I would give anything to be his girlfriend! But of course, he's dating that Rukia girl. I guess he really did find somebody he likes, because she's not even famous!" Megumi threw her hands up in the air in an exasperated fashion.

"Yeah….sorry, I really wanted to finish reading that book for our report." Momo smiled apologetically at her friend.

"Well, it's a good thing I taped it for you! Now we can watch the concert and the interview when you aren't so busy!" Megumi waved the VHS in front of her face, a huge smile plastered to her lips.

"Oh, of course! Some other time then." Momo tried to be cheery about it, but the fact that she was going to have to watch it sooner or later made her deflate.

Then something seemed to pop into her head as she remembered what Megumi said while she was gushing about her superstar crush. So Ichigo was still dating that girl, Rukia. She was nice; they had been introduced once before. That was before she ran away so she could go to college.

You see, her parents loved her and she loved them, but it just wasn't in their budget to send her to college. And Lord knows how long it would take to pay of the tuition fees and such when it was all said and done with. So, in a time of desperation Momo contacted a man who she knew could help her out. Aizen Sousuke, a Professor at the college she wanted to attend.

She had met him before when he visited her high school, and she instantly held a fondness for the soft spoken man. He told her she would benefit greatly from furthering her education, and she would most likely end up very successful in life because of it. So, she emailed him and told him about her dilemma.

He offered to pay for her classes and such, being that he was a wealthy man and had no one else he was required to support. Momo promised she would pay him back once she got a job, but he told her she didn't need to. Just seeing her become successful in life was good enough for him.

Momo tried to talk her parents into letting her go to college this way, but they were too proud to let someone else pay for the fees so their daughter could receive a higher education. Quite discouraged, she relayed the disappointing news to Aizen. It was then that he surprised her by coming up with a very un-teacher like idea.

That was how Momo ended up writing a goodbye letter to her parents and her best friend, Toushiro Hitsugaya. She promised to come back when she was done with college, but she never told them where she was going. She told them it was all she ever wanted, and if they really cared for her they would let her go. She knew her overprotective friend would be very unhappy, but it couldn't be helped.

So, in the dead of night Momo snuck out of the house to meet Aizen. One of her old friends, Megumi Hiroka, already attended the college, and she would be living with her during her schooling. The plan was flawless, and it worked to perfection.

She was glad to hear that her parents called Aizen the next morning telling him that wherever she had gone they trusted she would come back a successful young woman. They even made a humorous remark about being able to retire when she got a high paying job. She thanked them profusely, but never actually spoke with them. She missed her family, but she didn't want them to know where she was.

She didn't want to have to go home if they found out what college she was going to and demanded her return home. So, her place of learning was kept a secret from everyone back home. But the thing she regretted the most was severing all her connections with her best friend, Toushiro.

Yes, he was a member of the famous band, Death Butterfly. She was always invited to the holiday concerts, and she loved the time she got to spend with him afterwards. It did make her a little sad, knowing that she couldn't just walk over to his house any more and hang out. He was famous now, and he didn't have all that free time anymore.

Momo had become good friends with the other band members, Ichigo and Renji. They were a bit idiotic, but Toushiro was always able to keep them in line when they needed to be. She also got to meet Rukia, Ichigo's girlfriend. She was very kind, and never missed the chance to show Ichigo who was really in charge.

Those memories were so comforting when Momo was feeling lonely. She wanted to talk to her friends again, but then again, there was one thing holding her back. She wanted to be different; she wanted to change so that when she returned home people would notice. She wanted to be better than what she was, so she put all her time into studies and such.

Momo sighed. Sometimes she regretted leaving her family and friends so she could get a better education. She hoped Toushiro wouldn't be too angry with her for leaving and not saying anything, but all she could do was hope. She didn't watch the concert on TV because of him, she didn't listen to the numerous CDs she had of Death Butterfly. It would only make her want to see him again, so she avoided the band as much as possible.

It was terribly hard, considering the fact that her friends, Megumi and Hanna, were obsessed with the band. They didn't know about her escape from home, and they also didn't know she was good friends with a superstar. It would just complicate things. Even though Megumi was the one she was staying with the girl didn't know Aizen was paying her way.

She preferred to keep it a secret that her family was so poor. It wasn't that she was ashamed; she just didn't want people feeling sorry for her. It was also troublesome because the popular people tended to tease the poorer kids because of their situation, so she kept quiet.

"Momo? Hey, Momo, are you there?" Megumi waved her hand in front of the girls' face, trying to get her attention.

"Eh? Oh, sorry Megumi. I was daydreaming again, wasn't I?" She smiled apologetically, reminding herself again not to reminisce while she was around people.

"Yeah, you space out a lot Momo. But hey, I've got a date to go to, so can you watch the place for me while I'm gone? And no wild parties!" Megumi waved a finger in her face, smiling.

"I know, I know, you tell me that every time you go out! Besides, isn't it always cleaner when you come back?" Momo laughed.

"You do have a point…you're so odd Momo, why do you clean when you get bored? You should do something more useful, like bake!" The blonde girl grinned. She always was a bit of a food lover.

"Hmm, maybe I'll try it sometime. Anyways, have fun on your date Megumi!" She waved her friend off and then closed the door when she saw Megumi slide into the passengers' seat of a faded blue car.

Momo let her cheery expression slide off her face. She had been daydreaming about the past again. That was two years ago, but she couldn't forget about her old home. She knew her parents probably worried about her a lot. She had even changed her cell number and email address so they couldn't contact her. She would be even more homesick if she ended up talking to them. And more importantly, she didn't want to get a phone call from Toushiro in the middle of the day demanding to know where she was.

Life was very complicated for Hinamori Momo.

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Toushiro skipped looking over the current standings and pay of the band that night. He was feeling stressed again, and whenever he was stressing over something a certain someone would come to mind. Momo always did tell him that he was too uptight about things and needed to relax.

But he couldn't really let himself relax anymore. If he ever took the time to slack off, she would be the one occupying his thoughts, so he had to stay busy. Even so, he still let himself remember every now and again. Tonight was one of those nights.

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His cell phone rang early in the morning, waking him from his fitful slumber. He didn't know why at the time, but he was having a lot of trouble sleeping. Something wasn't quite right, but he didn't know what it was, and the ringing of his cell almost promised bad news.

"What?" He never was one to be polite, it just wasn't really his nature.

"Toushiro? Is that you?"

"Well of course it is, this is my phone! Now who is it?"

"It's Mrs. Hinamori. I'm afraid we've got some bad news." His heart stopped. Did something happen to Momo?! Was she hurt?! Or…..no, he wouldn't think like that.

"What? What's going on!?" His grip tightened on the phone.

"Momo, she….she ran away. She left us a letter explaining why she needed to go. I've respected her choice, but it still makes me worry. She left a letter addressed to you, but I don't know what it says. Do you want me to send it to you?"

Toushiro sat there in silence for a while, processing what the woman had just told him. Momo was gone.

"Toushiro?" A voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Yeah, send it to me. Why did she leave?" He tried to ignore the knot of worry in his stomach, but he couldn't.

"She left so she could go to college. I should have seen this coming…I called the first person I could think of to make sure she was okay. Professor Aizen apologized and promised us that Momo was okay, and that he was paying for her education. This is all because we wouldn't let her go freely with him paying, so she took things into her own hands. Please, Toushiro, if you hear from her, will you tell us? I just need to know that my baby girl made it to where she was going okay." Her voice cracked, and the white haired boy could tell she was trying not to break down over the phone.

"I'll make sure Mrs. Hinamori. Thank you for calling."

"Mm-hm. You should get the letter tomorrow, okay? I know this is hard, but I think it's time we let Momo make her own choices for once."

Toushiro sighed and said goodbye to Mrs. Hinamori. He flipped his phone shut, and in a fit of rage, threw it across the room where it thumped against the wall and landed in pieces on the carpet.

"Damn it Momo, what do you think you're doing!?" He forked his fingers through his messy hair and sat back down on the bed, not sure of what to do.

He had made a silent promise that he would always be there to protect her, and now he couldn't do that because he had no idea where she was. She was the one he called when he was feeling particularly annoyed or angry, and she was the one who always calmed him down. How was he supposed to vent his emotions now? And what about her birthday? Where would he send the card?

Who was going to keep him sane during the holidays when Renji invited his cousin Rangiku over to the party and they got drunk off their asses? Who was going to bring watermelon to the stuffy party for all the famous people who would only eat the finest foods? He felt empty, knowing that he no longer knew where his best friend was.

Wait, what about her cell? Did she take her cell phone with her? Toushiro glanced at the broken phone that was lying on his carpet. That wasn't going to work. So he pushed himself off the bed and walked over to his huge dresser where he kept his bedroom phone. It was a lucky thing that he had asked for one in the huge mansion that Death Butterfly now lived in.

He dialed her cell, his palms sweaty. 'Pick up, pick up…..come on Momo, pick up the phone!' He sighed in frustration when he got the operator, telling him the number no longer existed. She must've anticipated someone trying to call her so she changed her number.

Toushiro didn't know her email address, but he figured that she probably changed that too. He had no way of getting in contact with her anymore.

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He grabbed a slightly crumpled envelope from the drawer in his nightstand, pulling out the letter inside. This was the same letter he received the day after Mrs. Hinamori called him, the one that Momo had written for him.

Dear Shiro-chan,

I'm sorry I never told you I was leaving, but I knew you wouldn't let me go. Sometimes you're just too overprotective, you know? It's hard writing this, knowing that I probably won't get to talk to you again for a few years. I would tell you what college I'm attending, but you might try to come get me, so I'll just say that it's a nice place. You'll get the chance to see it when I finally graduate, I promise.

You don't need to worry about me while I'm gone, I'll be fine. I just want to wish you luck with the band, and tell everybody I said goodbye, okay? I won't be coming to anymore of the concerts, holiday ones included. I think you'll understand that I will be busy, even when we do get a vacation.

Again I'm sorry for going, Shiro-chan, but I have to do this. I guess I feel just a little left out after seeing all that you've accomplished. I want to be successful too, but in my own way. Please understand!

I'll miss you and pray for your continual success in what you do, so you don't need to worry about me forgetting you.

You're friend, Bed-wetter Momo (I still hate that name, you know.)

Toushiro clutched the letter, his brow furrowed in frustration. He hadn't heard from her at all in two years, and he was still upset about the whole thing. And what made things worse was that he cared for his friend more than just a friend should. He couldn't help but feel like an idiot for not telling her sooner, but now there was no way he could. He didn't even know how long it was going to be before he saw her again.

What if she didn't want to see him again? He didn't know what he would do if he never got to her smile again. What happened if she found someone while she was away? What if….what if she got married? There was a dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach. He would probably have a breakdown if he ever got a letter inviting him to her wedding. Just thinking about it made him shudder.

He didn't care if he sacrificed his entire career as a singer, he didn't care if he never had work again. He wouldn't give it a second thought, as long as he got to see Momo again. He would much rather fail at being a successful music artist with millions of fans than fail at protecting and being there for her.

"Hey, Shorty, you thinkin' about her again?" Toushiro's head shot up and his sea-green eyes focused on the orange haired teen standing in his doorway. He didn't even hear the door open.

"How many times have I told you guys to stop giving me stupid nicknames!? I'm not that short you know!" He scowled at Ichigo, who just laughed at him.

"Yeah, you're just vertically challenged, I forgot. Sorry Shorty." He walked into the large room, plopping down on a large, dark blue chair.

"Whatever. Why are you here?" Toushiro quickly folded the letter back up and stuffed it in the envelope, hiding that under his pillow.

"I came to make sure you actually got some sleep tonight. Most of the time you just sit there and do stupid paperwork. Do you really think working yourself to the brink of exhaustion is going to keep you occupied so you don't think about her? And here I always thought you were a genius. I've seen the way you look when you sing a certain few of our songs, Toushiro. I know you haven't gotten over it yet." Ichigo gave him a stern look, and by using his real name he asserted his seriousness in the matter.

"So what, it's not a big deal. She wanted to go to college, she willingly decided not to tell me about it until she was already gone, there's not much more to it then that. It's not like I'm going to commit suicide or anything." Toushiro rolled his eyes and tried to shrug off the twinge of hurt in his chest.

"That's not what I mean. If you keep up this stupid 'I-don't-need-sleep' lifestyle there's going to be some serious consequences. For all we know you could just pass out on stage one day! Besides, this isn't doing any good for your height issue."

Toushiro simply glared at him with his icy orbs, refusing to respond. He did not want to talk about it.

"Well then, if you're not going to talk, I'll leave. But for the sake of your stunted growth, get some rest. And you know, if you pass out on stage, everyone is going to hear about it. Including your little Momo." Ichigo was standing in the doorway, his hand covering the doorknob.

He let that information sink in, and when he saw that Toushiro only scowled at him he sighed and left. There was just no way to get to that kid.

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Okay, here is the first chappie! I'm just itching to get to the next one, so please leave an encouraging review! I hope this wasn't too confusing and jumpy, because it felt like some parts just didn't fit in. I don't know, but it'll get better in the next chappie. I actually wasn't going to end it where I did, but I didn't want to make it super long and lopsided like my one Naruto fic. I mean, the first chappie was only like, five pages and the second chappie was almost seventeen! It was weird.

But anywho, tell me what you think! I hope this turned out okay, I'm kinda nervous about it. And yes, I just randomly decided that Matsumoto was going to be related to Renji. Well…..I decided that I wasn't going to make Aizen all evil and shtuff, because I hate him (being evil). And at first Byakuya was going to be the band manager, but then on a whim I wrote Urahara instead.

Sheesh, that dude can do anything! He was a Rabbi in this one comic strip I read, and the part just suited him, so I figured, what the hell. Now he's a band manager. I'm not so sure if he'll ever make an appearance though….I have a feeling I'm going to need a beta for this. I did catch a few mistakes when I read over it again, but feel free to point out anything you think needs fixed.

Oh crap. I just remembered that I never really gave any descriptions of my OCs!! Well then, here you go!

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--Megumi --

She has blonde hair that only comes down to her jaw line and brownish blue eyes. She's a real fangirl when it comes to Ichigo, but she's mostly a tomboy. She lives in a small two story house that Momo shares with her off campus. She is slightly taller than her friend, and shares all the same classes with her. Megumi has a very close boyfriend who doesn't mind the fact that she practically worships Ichigo.

--Hanna--

She has raven black hair that reaches slightly past her shoulder blades and dark brown, almost black eyes. She can be childish at times, but she is mostly an even tempered person. She lives in a dorm on campus. Hanna is the tallest of the girls, and tends to get a lot of male attention because of her build. She is also very in tune with the latest fashions, and the fact that Momo doesn't wear makeup annoys her.

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So, there you have my OCs!! I dislike OC pairings with real characters, so there will be none of that in this fic. Any advice is greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for the next chappie!

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