Hey, my little Monsters! :D This will be my first story of, hopefully, many! This is an IchiRuki story and an AU like you saw in the summary and a warning, this does contain blood and some cussing. And like I saw in a summary of a story when I was browsing, 'This isn't a story with Ichigo without some good ol' profanity!' I do not in any way, shape or form own the amazing anime show, 'Bleach' or it's characters. I only own my psychotic brain and ideas. Enough of my blabbering and enjoy! 3 Love ya!

Humm. The small silver radio blinked to life. The dark blue glow seemed to merge with the light purple paint on the walls of the medium-sized room.

The small screen showed the time to be 5:00 A.M. The lid on the front was opened with a CD sticking out. It waited. Once the clock changed to 5:01, The CD moved backwards into the radio followed by the lid.

With a small click, the CD started rapidly spinning in the small device. At once the sounds burned into the CD transferred into the radio and into the room, filling the room with the quiet noise, not even loud enough to disturb anyone outside the door on the other side of the room.

The noise started talking as a young girl.

"...first time! I'll probably just mess up. Maybe I should just go home."

Next a young man. Only a few years older.

"Come on, Rukia! Quit being so paranoid and just try!"

A pause. The said girl spoke again, only with anger lacing the voice.

"Is that recording?! That's only going to make it worse, Kaien! And,Miyako! Put. That. Down. Now!"

Several noises appeared next. Metal hitting fabric. Glass rattling. The man's voice spoke above them all.

"Rukia! Sister! Sit! You guys are making a mess!"

Instantly all noise ceased. Another unspoken pause.

"Please, Rukia?"

A loud sigh.

"Okay! But, if I mess up you two cannot laugh!"

Wood creaked. A quiet inhale.

"Wait!"

"What now, Kaien?!"

Chuckle.

"Rukia Kuchiki. 11 years old. First time playing and singing in front of anybody. Okay, now you can go!"

Another inhale.

Suddenly, a flow of notes poured out of the radio and filled the room. Each note pressed with small, quick delicate finger. Seconds later a voice, the same of the young child named Rukia was singing over the piano.

The small girl's voice was quiet, unsure. Then it got louder. Each word tied perfectly in the notes of the piano. It went on for minutes. Nothing but the stunning voice of the girl and the deep keys. They flowed in such a way that only angels with talent could portray.

The voice again became quiet, but with confidence intertwined . The notes, too got softer and in an quick instant they stopped. Only the light sound of the last note played was being heard. It was like it's sound wanted to be the last sound in the audience's ears. Then as if they had been waiting for the command, clapping and whooping erupted.

"That was amazing, Rukia!"

"Astounding!"

Click. The sounds of congratulations stopped, abruptly. The lid flipped opened. On the other side of the room, a girl laid on her bed on top of her well kept purple covers.

Facing the radio, her eyes reflected the blue light in a wavy matter. Her eyes glossy for tears were attempting to fall. But her walls were built strong. She sat up. She let go of the breath she forgot she was holding. It came out shaky.

"You did this for a reason." She muttered, "To remember."

She glanced at shelves nailed above her keyboard. They held several dozen of CDs. She stood and walked to the shelves. Her fingers brushed the edges of the cases as she went down the line. Her finger stopped in the middle.

She pulled it out. It held no CD but written on the clear plastic read, "First Time." She traced the words with her finger. It was not her own, But the man that spoke in the recording.

"Kaien" Barely above a whisper.

She took a few steps to the left and found herself in front of the radio. She pulled out the CD and shut the lid. Placing the CD in the case and closing it, she put it in the exact place it was moments ago.

She walked back over to the radio but not before she glanced at the titles of some other cases. She looked at the clock. It read,

"5:35 A.M" She sighed. "Now, to get ready for school"

I posted my first chapter! YAY! :D Be praying for more because they, most denfinitly, are coming! See ya then, my monsters!

~Mk1220