Author's note: Surprised I'm not dead! No, I'm pretty much alive, just have been lazy for the past few days. This is a new story, and this will probably be updated at least weekly, or every two weeks. We'll see about it. I hate making deadlines for myself. ._.

Anyways, this is IchiRuki, if you don't like this pairing, then there's a close button, it's there for a reason.

LET'S GET GOING-

I will update on Infertile Love, I just wanted to get this out of the way!

Pairing: Ichigo/ Rukia

Storyline: Two dancers will collide, for the dance that they call their life. Romance, AU, Maybe OOC.

A restaurant sat in the busy streets in Karakura town, doors were pushed open, orders were taken, and livelihood was obvious.

Many booths and tables were filled up except for a few by the windows of the restaurant.

Now, this wasn't any old restaurant we were talking about, it was old though, but it was one of the most popular dine in restaurants in Karakura town. Not only was it popular, it was well known for the cute waitresses, and handsome waiters that often worked there. Customer service was always excellent, and so was the restaurant.

A cook's voice rang out as a waitress eagerly took the hot platter and placed it on a tray as she walked to the designated booth full of hungry people.

The restaurant was the poplar high schoolers hangout spot, dates were often held here, gatherings, parties, etc. you name it.

It was common to see kids from Karakura's High School; it was a high school of all programs, classes, and etc. Mostly people for art went there since there was an excellent art and dance program. But, all other teenagers were welcome to join the school.

The doorbell rang and all talking stopped, since the restaurant was full of hungry teenagers waiting for their burgers, lunches, etc. The group walked in and the restaurant remained speechless, there entered the most popular group known in Karakura High School.

The group was oddly constructed, but still formed a fashionable group. And it was a rather large group.

The famous group consisted of: Inoue Orihime-an inspiring chef, Tatsuki Arisawa-Karate master, Sado Yasutora who was nicknamed as Chad-plays guitar professionally, Uryu Ishida- studying to become a fashion designer, and lastly, the most famous of them all, or more like the gang leader, Ichigo Kurosaki-a dancer.

Now, these people were the elite of Karakura High school, other groups have climbed to the same social status as they have, so there were different groups on the same level of that aforementioned group.

They were immediately seated into their favorite booth and they waited patiently for a waiter as Ichigo Kurosaki had his arm around his current 'girlfriend.' They were currently talking about different programs that were open for competition.

A waitress, who had been recently hired, snapped her gum as she looked at the new customers. She rolled her eyes and tied her apron tighter around her waist and grabbed menus. Under her black apron, she wore a black v-neck, skinny jeans, and black Vans. She walked towards the group sitting in the window, they pretty much came in daily, and the waitress knew that.

She pinned on her name tag, which read the bold letters 'Rukia' as she walked towards them. Her violet eyes annoyed as one of her IPod earphones were locked in her ear, and the other dangling out. Her IPod fit neatly into her back pocket, and her cell phone in another pocket.

Rukia chewed her gum as she tossed her rich ebony locks out of her face, her bang still kept between her eyes. She passed menus to everybody and shifted her weight to one leg as she brought out her notepad and pen and looked at them.

"What's your order today?" Rukia asked as she heard another customer walking in and situating himself at a table.

Rukia looked up at the patrons at the table and tapped her foot; she hated only two people at the group. She hated Ichigo the most, known for his playboy ways, she hated that he thought he was charming enough to play any girl. It made her sick, and his current fling with the girl shooting glares at her, Rukia wanted to puke. The girl was a downright Barbie, with fake hair extensions, manicures, and facials every other day, supported by her father which she bragged about endlessly made Rukia want to punch her.

Rukia had finished up everybody orders, and of course, she was getting to the drinks. Everybody had simply tossed the menus in a sloppy stack and ordered drinks. Tatsuki decided to have some juice, Orihime wanted tea, Chad wanted a plain coke, Uryu desired for some tea as well, and Rukia wrote all of this in scribbled handwriting. Rukia looked at Ichigo,

"What would you like to drink today?" Rukia asked as she shifted her weight again to the other leg, her left leg straight and her right leg somewhat bended to keep her mind away from how sore she was. Kurosaki smirked and leaned forward, his arm still around his plaything for the week.

"Yeah, I'll just have a light beer, that'll be it." Rukia raised a brow, scoffed and smirked. When Rukia was about to reply, she heard a squeaky, and an annoying bubbly voice pop out,

"Yeah, I'll have a beer too, just like him." The girl spouted and Rukia scoffed again as she looked at them.

"Do you two have any ID to show that you're at least twenty one or older?" Rukia asked as she snapped her gum and Ichigo, and the girl scoffed.

"I don't need an ID, come on, we're high schoolers, give us a break." Ichigo replied with a smirk and Rukia frowned.

"How about some ID first and I'll give you two a break? I need some identification, you too." Rukia said pointing her pen at the girl and Ichigo laughed a little bit.

"You've got spunk, I like that. But seriously, what will it take to get a couple of beers around here?" Ichigo asked and he looked at Rukia with a fake innocent look in his eye, "A kiss, and a date? You can choose." Ichigo asked and Rukia smirked as she started writing in her notepad, making Ichigo smiled as he leaned back.

He was confident she would take the deal.

Rukia smiled at him and read their orders and walked away, Ichigo was satisfied, and full of swelling pride that he had managed to score alcohol again with his charms. Rukia came back with their drinks immediately. She handed everybody their drinks, and their straws, the beers were present. Ichigo's plaything frowned and looked up at Rukia.

"Could you go faster?" The girl snapped in an annoyed attitude and Rukia smiled at her as she popped the lid off of the beers and held it up as if to pour both in a separate glass.

"Oh don't worry; you'll get your beers." Rukia said as Ichigo smiled and then him, and his girlfriend felt cold liquid being splashed on their heads, Rukia stacked the beers and the empty glasses on her plate as the rest of the booth patrons looked at her in shock.

The fake girl screamed in anger, since she had gotten new highlights to impress Ichigo, and now they were running down all over her blonde hair. Her hair was growing sticky, and so was Ichigo's orange spiky hair. He looked up at Rukia only to see napkins being thrown at them. Rukia still smiled as she had two Pepsis in her hands and set them down on the table.

"Don't worry, I paid for the beers already, and the Pepsis are paid for, so don't worry, your orders will come shortly." Rukia said as she walked away, Ichigo looked at her in anger as she walked away.

Author's note: How was that? I thought it was PRETTY bad for a first chapter. But oh well, you have to start from SOMETHING you know? Well, please do review! Criticism is allowed, but no flaming, well you can, everybody is entitled to their own opinions. But, anyways, here we go! This will be updated, in about a week or so!

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