AN: Hi! This is my first /published/ fanfiction! I really love the pairing RenRuki and I thought they needed more love so here we go! I really wanna continue this fanfiction so please review! (Sorry for ANY spelling mistakes). M for Mature Language, and later lemons. I DO NOT OWN BLEACH OR ITS CHARACTERS.

-Stray's POV-

Renji Abarai washed his hands, water turning black as the oil and grime came off his hands. The red head dried his hands and continued to close up shop for the night, unfortunately having to work the latest shifts, he had to close.

Ever since the boy was little, he had always had a love for cars. Room always race car themed in his childhood; Renji shared his love of cars with his father, the man who raised him single handedly. He had fond memories of him and his pops working on things together, as long as it had a motor, they were on it. In high school, with graduation approaching fast, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance in a college, and suddenly a full time mechanic position opened in a local auto shop, he snatched it right up. The pay wasn't bad either, soon after getting the job, he had enough to find his own place and start living on his own. Now at the age of 21, he was pretty comfortable with his life, he had friends, a good job, a pretty nice apartment near work, but, a microscopic ping of emptiness was felt inside of him.

The red head shoved his belongings into his jean pockets and headed out the door, turning to lock it shut. Renji had never really left his home of Kurakara Town, he was raised here, went through school in this wretched place, but he couldn't find a need to leave. He pulled his jacket closer to him as the cooling autumn wind picked up, the autumns in Kurakara town where always gorgeous.

The walk home was the usual, with his apartment so close to the local college, the place was pretty busy.

"Oh come on pretty baby, I ain't gon'ta do nothin'." Walking past, Renji's ears perked, was that the sound of a local douche bag talking trash to a woman? Indeed it was. "Get your grimy hands off of me, scum." Stopping right in his tracks, he stood there listening, maybe he didn't need to step in, the girl sounded like she could take care of herself. "That's no way to talk to a man who is trying to show you a good time, bitch. I should tear you apart for saying that to me." His chocolate eyes looked to the situation, a small girl trapped under one ugly motherfucker, and he had his hands at her neck. He wouldn't stand to see a man handle a woman like that.

Hands packed in this jacket pockets, he strolls over to the man, grabbing him by the collar, "Get your hands off of her." "W-What the hell?! Man get off me, let me go!" The man, clearly startled at this point, removed himself from the girl, as Renji expected him to. Letting the man go from his grips, he ran from the scene, he looked at the woman, her books puddled at her feet. Her eyes like nebulas themselves, hues of purple and blue behind an icy glare, her hair woven of the blackest silk, and damn she was gorgeous. "You did not have to help me; I could have taken care of him on my own, thank you." Her voice shook him from his thoughts, "He had ahold of your neck, and he could have snapped you in half." Renji bent down, picking up her books. 'Philosophy? She must be a college student.' Standing back up, he noticed how short she really was, and little too. "Thank you for that too, I suppose." "The names Renji, Renji Abarai." He watched as she adjusted the books carefully back into her arms, "Nice to meet you Renji, I'm Rukia Kuchiki." Renji's eyes widened, "Kuchiki?! Like Byakuya Kuchiki?! The dude who owns half of Kurakara Town and then some?!" "That 'dude' who owns half of Kurakara Town is my brother."

-Star's POV-

All she wanted to do was return to her dorm to retire for the night, but that proved to be difficult tonight. First some hobo trying to rip off her pants, then this kid who 'rescued' her from the ugly situation, and now he's hollering about her brother.

"That 'dude' who owns half of Kurakara Town is my brother." Rukia looked to the taller man, flaming red hair and a large amount of tattoos, she reminded herself to stay on her toes, but he seemed harmless, almost like a puppy. "Woah! That's awesome! I bet you get all kinds of special treatment." "Special treatment? Hardly. I'm not a celebrity, and my brother isn't one either, he just knows how to manage money really well." Her eyes scanned him once more, 'He looks kinda goofy.' "Well it was nice to meet you, but I must return back to my dorm." Resting her purse back on her shoulders, she walked about 2 feet, only to be interrupted, again. "Wait! Let me walk you back to your dorm, for safety." If her eyes could roll back into her head, they would have. "I'm fine thank you, I can talk myself home." Renji came rushing in front of her, "Come on, I don't bite, I don't see the harm in walking you home." "Fine. Do as you please." Rukia sighed inwardly, she was tired, and it was almost 11 P.M. Most college students wouldn't complain about staying up late, but she did, she was both sleeping, studying, or working and she doing neither three of those things.

"What are you majoring in?" Renji piped up, and she looked to him, "Literature." "Hmm, I see, seems fitting, so you just read large philosophy books for fun I guess?" Rukia looked to her books in her arms, "You could say that. I work at the college library, so I read a lot."

When was the last time she had a conversation like this with someone that wasn't Orihime? Honestly it had been a while. Seeming how Orihime was her roommate, she spent most of her time with her. But over her years in college, she never made an effort to make friends, she never had the time. Being her senior year of college, she had been locking herself up in her room or the library.

"Please Rukia! I'm sure the studying can wait, will you please go have lunch with me and a couple of friends, it will only be for a little while. And I promise as soon as you are done eating, you can come right back up here and finish studying!" Rukia sat upright on her bed and put down her pen, rubbing her eyes. Orihime had been begging her to go out for 15 minutes. "Alright, alright. I will get dressed I suppose."

"Are you attending this college?" Rukia's gaze turned to Renji as they walk, "Nope, I'm not cut out for the college thing. I'm a mechanic over at Inuzuri Customs." He did smell a little of oil and carbonator cleaner. Rukia noticed the familiar trees and buildings, 'Almost there.' The lights of the sidewalk glowed warmly even the brisk autumn air blew past them, making Rukia's hair be thrown in a frenzy. "See, aren't ya' glad I walked you home, shorty? No mean bullies to snatch ya' up?" Rukia could see his grin out of the corner of her eyes, "Call me short again and I will make you regret you walking me home, pineapple." Crossing her arms pompously, she could tell she hit a nerve. "Better be glad I don't hit women." She gave a small laugh, "Right." Rukia stopped at her dorm building doors, "Well we have arrived, you may take your leave." Renji threw his head back in a laugh, "You are something else, I will see you around. I might just have to make a stop at the library." "Don't you dare." Rukia turned to give a glare that could melt concrete as she headed into her dorm.