When you hit this story, I know your expression will be like "WHAT THE HELL MATE? AERITH AND BYAKUYA?" My answer? "Yes… It's true." I know you already think I'm weird now. I write for no reason, yet if I do this then I gotta make it interesting… With that said, I wanted to make two unlikely characters from two different stories, have interest in each other… So this story could be very well in final fantasy or in bleach… might post it both. But please think about it… Aerith and Byakuya? Doesn't it seem nice, a perfect couple.

"WELL I DO! DARN IT… Don't judge me." D: -10/22/2010


My mind is made up, whether you think this is a bad or pointless story is yalls business.

Either enjoy it or skip it. I also know that this could go more in with Final Fantasy 7 but I didn't wanna do it... Get over it... (No, no one hasn't said anything but JUST in case.) lol -11/7-2010


The Mysterious Mr. Byakuya Kuchiki

"You know we should have a drinking limit policy." Tifa sighed, glaring at one of her drunk customers tapping on the wooden for her assistance.

"Your telling me. I'm the one that has to deal with it.." Today was probably the worst. It truly was. Leon was careless again and bumped into Aerith, and she spilled drinks on a customer but he was so drunk she didn't think he noticed. "You should get on that…" She pouted shaking liquor off her clothes.

Working here was indeed not the best place to generate a career but she was convinced to work here after Tifa begged her to. They had needed loads of help when the 7th heaven had just opened for business. It was only supposed to be a month, then Aerith could leave but it never came to that.. She could never let this job be permanent no matter how many times Tifa asked her to stay.

…But It was quite assiduous at the bar that night. Just what she needed to make her shift go by smoother. Aerith tediously ignored her headache and be began working again; passing drinks to the rude, careless, and loud drunks.

Nevertheless she was sure that they were the causing of her headache and other reasons followed behind that. For one thing the music was pounding loudly in her ear and she couldn't hear Tifa yell the next order. Leon kept telling her how to do her job when she rightfully knew how to do it.

Most nights it seemed she could get by with just one tiny a happy thought of what she would do when she got home, maybe relax her feet or take a soothing bath. Other nights she felt like she was being hung by her neck with a emaciated string.

She would gently hum to herself inducing only happy thoughts, pacing around tables and picking up tips. She couldn't stand how she would approach a table and before she could say anything, she was overlooked by a bunch of confused faces, perhaps wondering what would a sweet girl like herself be doing in a rundown, rough place like this. It happened every time. Others would just slap her bottom as she walked by, smiling with a mischievous, lustful look on their faces.

Then her eyes followed curiously, as very young handsome man walked in. His long dark hair drifted over his face almost covering his midnight dark eyes which merely seemed bored as he walked to the back. His pale skin glowed in the dimness of the bar.

A man such as himself shouldn't even set foot in a drinking bar. This tall slender man sat in the nearest corner away from everyone else. His brows knitted in a way that showed that he was very serious. No one messed with him when he walked in he seemed very intimidating.

Yuffie shook her head. " I tell you, you better be nice to him… he is mean. That's why no one will wait on him." Yuffie had informed her about a day ago from when she waited on him. "He's bad news."

She knew how rude Yuffie could be too and what was sad about it was that she never found nothing wrong with it. "How? Again?" Aerith frowned.

"When I first came to him I called him by his last name and he abruptly in a harsh tone corrected me, demanding that I call him Sir!"

"Duh… you never do that till they want you too." That still didn't fill her with much fear. How funny was all that? And that's not even why the brunette decided to keep her distance. Absolutely no, the brunette decided to keep far from him because Yuffie mentioned how ridiculously rich he was and how he seemed to stare at a certain girl since he started coming here for drinks.

He came in the bar for a third time this week and always wearing a suit of some kind. "He always bought two drinks and never touched them… Rich scum! I can't even pay my rent."

"Well when you have money like that, I guess you have to find a place for it somewhere."

"WHOS SIDE ARE YOU ON? That's stupid, and when I came by to take them at the end of my shift he would pry himself away from whatever he was reading to snap at me to not take them and say that he wasn't 'done' with them."

"Hey, he can't be that mean." Aerith was pretty sure that she was just exaggerating a bit too much and quietly giggled to herself.

"I'm telling you, he's bad news." Yuffie glared.

"Sure…" She rolled her eyes.

"Well don't keep him waiting he's staring at you right now. Good luck, girly."

"He is?" She turned around to notice that he was indeed staring at her. How awkward? She paced over to his table. " My apologies, Sir… I was just…"

"Call me Byakuya." He glanced at her with one of his serious expressions and his eyes quickly softened after that. Almost like those midnight eyes found a reason to love again.

"Oh… " Almost dropping her pen and paper, she swiftly cleared her throat. "Okay…Excuse me."

It was as if his stern darkened eyes were at ease from staring at this woman he saw before him. Her long beautiful brunette hair, her ocean deep blue eyes and her fairly pale skin, gorgeous sight to see. She seemed to enlighten him… Its been a long while since someone was able to do that.

"You seem shocked?" He asked her, knowing that she already heard great gossip about him. She never was aware but he heard every word.

"No no… its just that- Ha, never mind. What can I get for you to day?"

Yuffie said Wine was the only thing he usually asked for but today he asked for a White Russian which wasn't unusual. After all, that drink was very popular to the rich crowd that came here. Without saying another word she walked to the back. It was weird how he… she couldn't ponder it. He was nothing like bad news or mean anything of the sort.

"So how's mister creeper, huh?" Yuffie questioned, giving her a soft knock on the shoulder, "What a catch right?"

"Actually…" She twirled around to see Yuffie, softly laughing in disbelief. "The first thing he said was for me to call him by his first name."

"HUH? What's next… a BIG tip… real original. I remember he only gave me 50 cents."

"He's not that bad." With the drink in her hand she came back to his table. His eyes almost seemed to sense her and he would look up to her arrival.

"Thank you."

"How do you read so peacefully in a Bar?"

"It's not… impossible." His voice was deep and fill with much of a sensible loyalty.

"Sure…" She looked away from him staring at her ticket book, "…but it bothers me to just to work around noise like this, how much less read in it."

"It's not so dreadful over here." And his eyes never seemed so bored before. He was calm and enduring almost like he wasn't bothered by anything. From the corner of her eye, Aerith actually saw Mr. Byakuya take a sip of his drink and then place it back on the table.

"Well, Is there anything else I can get you?" She asked before looking back up again and locking glazes with him again. For second she could read his eyes, his lips; its like he found peace again as soon as the silence between them broke.

"Not for the moment." He shook his head once, sticking his nose in a news paper again never paying attention to the loud crowd or the slamming of a hand on a table.

"Okay well, I'm Aerith, my apologies again, I should have said that at the beginning before serving you."

With his midnight-dark gray eyes concentrated on his reading, he uttered, "Never mind it. Your request for forgiveness wasn't needed it. Save that for when you really will."

"Oh… okay." It took just a bit of energy to pull away from him even though it seemed like he didn't acknowledge her anymore but she never knew that his eyes were on her as she strolled away. And, there might have been a gentle smile on that somber man's face.