You're More Important Chapter One
Rating: Teen/Mature for language issues. I don't mean to offend anyone, but thats how the characthers in bleach act. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, as much as I'd love to. It belongs to the great Kubo-sama. --
Rukia Kuchki walked slowly into the concert, writing notes on her notepad as she went. She glanced around at the screaming fans, dancing girls, and finally she found her seat.
Unlike anyone else at the Shingami concert, she actually sat in hers. She observed the concert silently, constantly making small notes of her notepad. Her violet eyes observed and judged, yet her voice never sounded.
Three hours later the wild and crazy rock concert came to an end. All the fans began to trickle away slowly. Rukia however, rose silently to her feet and walked to the stage where the band still stood. "Hello," she said in a soft, calm voice, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear. "I'm Rukia Kuchki. I'm a writer for Rock Weekly."
The orange headed member of the band, Ichigo Kurosaki, looked up at her. "Get lost. We don't need any poparazi hanging around here," he growled threateningly.
Rukia frowned. This would be harder than she had hoped. "Can't I just ask a few questions?"
Another band member, Hitsugaya, glared at her. "Carrot top is right. Reporters just cause trouble. Beat it!"
Rukia didn't move. "But.."
Ichigo glowered at her. "Don't make me call security on you."
Rukia gulped. "Sorry for bothering you," she mumbled and raced off.
The sunlight trickled in through Rukia's window to blind her the second she opened her eyes. She stretched and yawned widely. Then she blinked a couple of times before glancing at the clock.
"Shit!"
She flung herself out of bed, snatched up a pair of pants and started shoving them on. "Shit," she yelled again. "I'm so late!!"
She buttoned the pants and forced a top of her tangled mass of hair. She grabbed her cell phone and punched in Renji her boss number. "hello," she replied when he answered, shoving her foot into a tennis shoe. "Look-. Yeah, I know.. I'm late, sorry. Be there in ten minutes."
She snapped her phone shut, uttering a long string of curses. Then she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. Halfway to the car she realized that she didn't have her car keys with her. "Damn it," she yelled furiously and raced towards the house to retrieve the keys.
When she finally got onto the road and began to drive her car rolled slowly to a stop. "DAMN IT!" When she saw that she was out of gas she let out more curses. How much worse could the day get?
Luckily for her, there was a gas station a little ways down the road. She cursed like a salior and managed to push the car to the station after twenty minutes of pushing and pulling.
Covered in a damp sweat, she walked into gas station. She was panting like a dog, but she didn't give it a moments thought. She yanked open the doors to the drinks and leaned into the cold air, closing her eyes with a sigh.
"Uh-," a voice came from her side. "Excuse me.. miss?"
"Oh! Uh-," Rukia began but stopped dead when she saw Ichigo standing before her. "you!"
"You. Can you move?" Ichigo frowned deeply at the womans behavior.
"oh." Rukia turned red with embarresment. "right. Sorry!" she took off for the door to retrieve her purse from the car.
Okay, please review. :D I love it when you do. It makes me happy. Anyways, if I get enough loving reviews then I'll post the next chapter. I have it written already Hehe. That's right, I just love to torture you. Anyways, I love the constructive critism, so please gimme some. And... please don't flame me. :O I may cry. Well.. not really. But you get the point. I love you people.
