Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Bleach or any of it´s characters. Also I make no money of this story.

Fandom:Bleach

Pairing:IchiRuki, GrimmRuki

Rating:M for Mature; sex, swearing, violence, etc.

Full summary: Rukia is a successful psychiatrist, working in a prestige insane asylum for extreme cases. However, her last case is giving her much more worries than any other. The patient is a famous serial killer Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez who is making her feel very uneasy and restless. And her boss Ichigo Kurosaki isn´t helping at all; actually, he´s making her situation even worse. Practically forced into dating him by her own unknown needs, Rukia feels like getting to normal again. But what if nothing´s like it seems to be?

AN: Yet another Bleach story by me. I´m getting kinda into it. Maybe too much. I´m supposed to study something right now, and instead of it, I´m writing a story. Oh well. It´s a personality development, neh? And this is one of those ideas that seemed quite decent to me. And… well, here goes pretty wicked, insane, outta line and weird story! =)

Enjoy!

AN: Thanks to my dear friend Hekka I published this much sooner then I planned. You provoked me to do it! =D (THANKS!)

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It was a peaceful afternoon, if I don´t pay attention to the cars and trains all around the normally peaceful suburb I lived in. The sun was hidden above the thick blanket of grey clouds crawling across the sky and I found my head tilted back, my eyes all puffy and teary, staring at those million different shades of metallic color. Why was I crying? I´m not a weak being. I´m not supposed to cry. Yet, my face was all wet from salty tears burning in the corners of my eyes.

I didn´t bother with wiping them away. I just let them fall. It´s not like somebody cares, anyway.

I was sitting at the terrace of our little wooden house, looking much more like a cabin than actual place where one would want to raise a kid. It was surrounded by a nature; or what was left of it. Dead trees looking like angry monsters with dried skin, bushes with green/gray leaves seeming like creeping spirits with every intention in popping out on me, dragging me to Hell along with them, and of course, the heavy, incredibly huge gray heavens.

And I cried. I cried because I felt like the sky was about to crush me. My very existence. I cried because I couldn´t take it anymore.

And then I heard that voice. It felt like a slap burning on my face, like something that forces you to keep living. Like the very thing that you´re supposed to live for. And even though I didn´t believe it, this time it wasn´t just my imagination.

"Rukia," it said my name with such a tenderness it made me gasp; not in fear, not in shock, nor in nervousness. It was something I had never felt before. The voice was making me somewhat uncertain of the wooden floor under my very feet, it´s smoky taste and somehow acrid tone sending goose bumps all over my skin. It sounded like ocean, the one that was over the little coast nearby our city. Acrid and smoky, smoky and acrid. I repeated the combination of the two words till it bothered me and then turned to the source of the unusual sound of human voice.

"Who´s there?" I spoke up in my almost painfully usual voice, feeling nearly embarrassed for it. Compared to the one who said my name like that, I was just a little kid without knowledge of the world.

There was a rustling in the bushes. Cold air was running through the bare benches of the dead trees, making scary noises. I turned to face the one who was speaking to me, but I couldn´t see him. Standing up, I bravely called out once more, asking who was it, but the answer didn´t come. My legs automatically started to move backwards, taking small shaky steps leading to the main door. I felt that inside the house I´d be much safer than out here.

But suddenly, I found my back pressed against a strong chest. Two hands grabbed my arms, firm fingers wrapping around them. I yelped like scared little animal and tried to push the intruder away, which involved turning to him. And there I froze again.

"You can calm down now, Rukia," I saw the familiar cocky smile and bared sharp teeth. Pair of sparkling teal eyes laid the man´s sight on me. My very old friend narrowed his hypnotizing eyes and let them roam over my body. "Rukia," he mumbled suspiciously, "I think this is getting worse and worse. We shall take you to the hospital. There you will be safe…"

"…safe like me. And I´ll treat you just like you treat me."

Everything was in the safe level of normalcy. Safe level of normalcy in an insane asylum.

"And then, there´s this princess, but she also is very bad. So I have to kill her and arrange it so it would look like it was her already-bad husband who did it."

Rukia Kuchiki gave the little girl her best fake smile. "Interesting, Nel," she commented the terrifying story made up by four-year old kid. She slowly tried to rub the pain away off her temples, pressing the two fingers against the source of the throbbing pain. Just one more hour. Only one more hour and her shift will be over. The terrible twenty hours of non-stop working with freaks will be finally over. "Now, sweetie, how about you show me some of those drawings you made for me, hm?" she asked with a soft smile, her lavender eyes scanning the little girl´s expression.

"Sure!" Nel exclaimed happily and ran over to the small table next to her bed. "I was working on it past three days, Miss Kuchiki! Miss Inoue said it was so pretty she´d put it on her fridge!" the girl sang and opened the drawer, pulling a sketchbook out of there.

Rukia made an acid grin, rolling her eyes. Of course, generally beloved and popular 'Miss Inoue'. Rukia would happily fire her, but to her misfortune, she was not the boss here. "Oh really?" she cooed. "I can´t wait!" the teal-haired girl jumped to Rukia´s side, flipping through the pages in her sketchbook. There, on the last page, was a drawing of an image very close to those in her most horrifying nightmares.

Nel was happily describing every little detail of the picture, even those most terrible ones that Rukia missed. She´d never think that the little girl´s fantasy could go this far, even beyond the state of safe insanity. The story bonded to the picture was simply sick. And Nel was supposed to be just a little girl. But this was something Rukia nearly couldn´t bear.

And yet, she did. I´m a professional.

"Wow, Nel, that is really breath-taking," she exclaimed excitedly and gently ran her fingers across the paper, "amazing, sweetie. Can I have it, or would you prefer to keep it here?" a simple question, but Rukia was hoping that she was able to take the picture with her. As Nel´s attending psychiatrist she felt the responsibility for the girl´s good health. She´d better take a good look at the picture, even if it wasn´t that pleasant to her. Maybe there was something that could help her in deciding what kind of medicine she should give to the girl.

"You may have it, Miss Kuchiki," Nel grinned widely, "Miss Inoue wanted it, too, but I said I´m saving it for someone special."

This sentence made Rukia´s day. Yes. That was it; nothing could ruin her mood now. Nel liked her better than Inoue. "Thank you very much, Nel. I really appreciate it. You can´t even imagine how much." A smile played across her lips. She took the paper Nell ripped out of the sketchbook, setting it aside carefully. "Now Nel, would you mind taking your Sunday pills, please?"

The girl shook her head, soft teal hair flying all over it. "No-o. Anything to make you happy, Miss Kuchiki!"

Rukia grinned in satisfaction at the girl, taking the white, yellow and red pills from the little box settled on the nightstand. "Aaaaa," she did playfully, waiting for Nel to open her mouth. She put the pills on the back of her tongue, handing her a glass of water. Nell took a big sip, swallowing all the pills at once. Rukia never stopped admiring how could she swallow so many big pills in one shot; but, then again, she guessed Nel was kind of used to it.

"Okay, darling," she smiled cheerfully, "now I wish you a pleasant sleep and beautiful dreams, and I will see you the day after tomorrow again. Agreed?"

"Yup!" the girl giggled and jumped into the bed, covering her small body with warm blankets. "Have a nice evening, Miss Kuchiki!"

"Thank you, Nel. Take care."

Rukia closed the door behind herself and quietly locked up the girl in. She always felt so bad about doing this; maybe the patients weren´t mentally okay, but it was still no reason to make dangerous murderers of them. Besides, this was just a little girl. Rukia just sometimes had such urge to slap her boss for this irrational rule. And she´d for sure do it, if there wasn´t another rule; never slap those who might fire you.

Rukia leaned against the bleached wall and sighed. All the people passing through the hallway, co-workers, nurses, visitors, other doctors and maids, they all had no clue how exhausted she felt. Twenty hours. Twenty hours of talking to crazy people hearing voices, feeling stranger´s hands all over them, seeing fairies and their dead relatives. Twenty hours of trying to figure out what kind of medicine would be best for each one of them. Rukia was so tired she could die then and there. But there was still one room she haven´t been to. But, after all, it was one of those patients she actually kind of liked talking to.

Getting herself back to the reality she headed to her office. It wasn´t actually much of an office; just a little room she had claimed hers after one long evening spent in an awkward silence in her boss´s office. He allowed her to have it; it had no purpose, no true meaning. So she got some cheap table, office chair and few drawers, and after a very short period of time the room was filled with her stuff, small presents from her family, friends or colleagues, work files, empty bowls of quick miso soup… but what was most noticeable in there was the most irritating human being Rukia had ever ran into.

Boss had told this to her just two months ago; this big news about her getting something like secretary. Rukia got so excited about it, feeling like a highly appreciated and important doctor, like boss finally realized she really could use some help, being so busy all the time and so on – but when the girl appeared, the first moment Rukia spotted her in the hallway, she knew, no, she was absolutely sure, that she´d be the death of her. One day, she was expecting a nervous breakdown. Though it haven´t come just yet.

Rukia took a deep breath and opened the door to the office.

"Miss Kuchiki!" a loud shriek nearly tore her head off of her neck, giving her some extra headache. She gave a bored face, murmuring some greeting to the girl, not even half interested in what will be the girl´s respond. It was pretty usual for Inoue to get upset about every little thing; once she had uttered something spicy about her clumsiness and the poor girl nearly cried her eyes to some kind of illness. Then Rukia ordered a mega-sized pizza, let Inoue eat it all and everything was fine.

"Miss Kuchiki, the files you wanted are on the desk," she gave her an open-mouthed smile, screwing her eyes shut as if trying to cheer the exhausted woman up. Rukia settled her sights at the black desk hidden under bunches of papers, files and other random things. There was a file she wanted to see yesterday.

Rukia, who already took a deep breath before entering the room, exhaled in frustration and then inhaled again, smelling way too sweet perfume coming from Inoue. "Thank you, Orihime." She was always calling the girl by her first name; if she didn´t the orange-haired nurse took it almost personally.

Orihime nearly jumped in satisfaction, though it wasn´t that rare for Rukia to appreciate her work; no, it wasn´t rare at all. It became a common, daily routine. Rukia flattered the girl, suffered through the girl´s rambling about how happy she was that she could work under her, how she thought that Rukia was the only light in her dark world (really? Really?) and how she wanted Rukia to have her babies. OK, maybe Rukia added this one, but Orihime´s rambling was quite close to this point.

"By the way," Rukia mumbled, searching for the keys to the room number 308, "haven´t boss stopped by?" not that she wanted a decent conversation with her something-like-secretary. She just desired to know if she could leave after finishing this one patient.

Orihime made a long, thinking face. "Ummm," after the two months of working with Inoue, Rukia got automatically annoyed at this sound. "No, not really. But I met him at the corridor, oh, and he said he wanted to talk to you!"

A heavy sigh escaped the ebony-haired woman. "Okay. Thanks again, Orihime. You can go home now, if you want."

Orihime widened her already big and wide eyes. "Really, Miss Kuchiki? I can?"

She was making it sound like Rukia was some kind of workaholic who never let her subordinates out of the office, but never mind. "Yes, Orihime, you may go. You have been here since 9pm." Rukia nearly bit her tongue while saying that, because she had the urge to mention that she herself was here for more than twenty hours. But, well, self-flattery is a dirty thing.

"Wow!" the girl yelled excitedly, jumping up and down. Sometimes she looked like a horny poodle to Rukia. "Thank you so much! You´re the most generous woman I´ve ever met! Miss Kuchiki, you rock!"

Was it just Rukia, or was Inoue really making it sound like Rukia was some kind of old lady, a lonely widow who had adopted her to have some heir? "Yeah, well, have a nice evening and say hi to your brother, okay?" she mumbled and fought the need to smash her head against the desk.

"Okay!" Orihime exclaimed, absolutely happy about Rukia´s request. She practically ripped her nurse uniform off – literally, not practically – in front of Rukia, making the doctor turn her head away and roll her eyes. Sometimes it just felt like she´d doing this on a purpose.

"Well, I´ll be heading o the room number 308 – dammit, where are those goddamn keys?" she cursed under her breath, nearly shoving the mess on her desk aside to get the small item she was looking for. "I swear I saw them earlier somewhere in here… this is really ridiculous…" she was muttering under her breath, reopening the colorful archive of creative insults and nasty words she knew from her teenage years. But very silently – she didn´t need Orihime to know how short-tempered she actually was.

"Oh, those red keys?" the orange-haired girl asked curiously.

Rukia felt a slight sparkle of hope in her heart. "You know something about it?" she asked with giant eyes, her breath speeding up and her hands trembling. If she got to finish this quickly, she could finally take the promised day-off! Twenty hours of being in action, dammit!

"Um, yes, well, when I met doctor Kurosaki earlier, he asked me to hand over the keys to him," Orihime explained, pulling on a shirt with low and bold cleavage.

Rukia grunted in almost physical pain. "Oh well," she managed to say, "I guess I´ll have to stop by the main office before going to the patient. Okay. Grh." After all, it won´t make much of a difference if she stayed here a ten minutes more of less, right? Twenty one hours or twenty one hours and ten minutes, that doesn´t really matter, as long as there will be a day-off tomorrow.

"Okay. Have a nice evening, Miss Kuchiki!" Orihime waved her as a almost-farewell gesture, gathering her items randomly placed all around the office. Rukia shot her a quick deadly gaze she couldn´t see and walked out of the office, a notebook settled in the crook of her arm, her fingers making a quick moves on the screen of her cell phone. Just a quick text message. Coming later, will bring a food. Send to Nii-sama.

She pushed the cell phone back into the pocket of her tight black jeans, thinking they were fitting kind of even more tightly than usually. Well, maybe it was all the miso soup she had been eating during the break-less workdays.

As she approached the main office in the end of the corridor, she automatically fixed her hair pulled up into a small topknot, brushing the few locks that fell into her face away, pulling them behind her ears. Then she decided to put let them fall back. She fixed her purple silk shirt under the white doctor´s coat and sighed. Why the heck was she fixing her hair and clothes? This was her boss, not some kind of her attraction´s object.

She knocked firmly at the dark wooden door with Victorian-like golden knob. A low voice said 'come in' and she pressed the knob downwards, careful not to break it like the very first time she came to his office.

Mr. Kurosaki was sitting at his desk, his chocolate brown eyes scanning the papers he was holding between the slender fingers. Rukia always admired this; how could his desk be so tidy? He looked up, his eyes lazily traveling to the other doctor. "Welcome, Miss Kuchiki. How can I help you?" he asked, his still teen-like voice sending shivers down Rukia´s spine. She mentally slapped herself for this.

Her professional face was back on in a fragment of a second. "I need the keys of room 308 Orihime gave you earlier. And then, I believe there´s something you wanted to see me about, or at least, so Orihime said." She explained and closed the door behind her. From the past year and few months of working here, she had learned that it was much better to have privacy at things like this.

"Oh, yes," the taller man smiled, standing up. And even though Rukia started to wear high-heeled shoes especially because of him, she still felt like a total brat compared to him. He wasn´t that all; she was just that small. He walked over the one of the huge cherry-wood drawers from 19th century, grabbing the keys Rukia needed. Then he walked across the big office (nothing like hers) to the woman who was still standing by the door.

"Thank you," Rukia said without an emotion on her alabaster face – maybe there was some exhaustion, but that was pretty usual for her in the past few months.

The man gave her his goofy grin, his orange spiky hair reminding her of ginger in the low yellow light. "Not at all," he said, placing a soothing hand on her shoulder. "Now, Miss Kuchiki, you for sure know what I wanted to see you about." He said, probably really believing that Rukia was some kind of mind-reader. Well, she for sure wasn´t.

"Err… not actually," she said dryly at the expression in his face.

"Well, I´ll tell you then," he said cheerfully, obviously thinking that this is making her curious. It wasn´t. "I had decided that the patient in the room 308 was not suitable for you – it´s just that old lady with crazy ideas about things, you know?" Rukia was actually always looking forward to see Miss Barragan – she was a funny lady, really. Never ceased to amuse her with her newest jokes and crazy imaginations.

"Well, I don´t think it´s much of a pro –"

"Anyways," Ichigo cut her off before she could start complaining, "I had made my decision about case 19."

Rukia´s eyes widened. Case 19? "But… Mr. Kurosaki, that could be –"

"Your career breakthrough, I know," he smiled warmly, "I don´t expect you to stay here forever. You´re the dandy girl. Supposed to be the America´s best psychiatrist. And you have a great potential, I can tell you that. So I´m handing the case to you."

Rukia´s heart was beating wildly, probably wishing to fly out of her chest and emigrate to Australia. It wasn´t like she was nervous about screwing up things – she was, after all, a professional. It wasn´t like she was flattered, either. But having her own case, such a responsibility, such a huge responsibility – and then of course, this wasn´t just some usual case of someone hearing voices and chasing after butterflies.

"Mr. Kurosaki… you… you really trust me enough to give me my own case?" she said breathlessly, failing to quit the impressed expression in her face.

The doctor and owner of the asylum laughed. "Of course, Miss Kuchiki. You´re one of my best doctors. Maybe even the best one, I´d say."

The young woman blushed. "Now you´re purposely flattering me," she mumbled in embarrassment, like a school girl who had been talking to the guy she liked so much for the very first time.

"Like hell I´m not," the spiky-haired doctor chuckled, "what I say is the truth! Always just the truth, Miss Kuchiki!" he eyed her for a moment, trying to make a firm and serious face, but failing and laughing again, seeing the petite doctor so pink in the face.

Rukia took an inhale of breath. "Well, okay, I´m very… umm… honored," she murmured, taking a step backwards, "and I promise I will not fail you!" she almost expected herself to salute, being so formal about his, but her hands stayed safely where she had them, hanging at her sides, holding notebook and the keys she no longer needed. She blushed again and handed them back to her boss.

"You´re so cute, Miss Kuchiki. But anyways, tell Miss Inoue to check on the patient in room 308…" he stopped there, turning around to get back to his desk. Rukia jumped lightly at this – she had already send Orihime back home. Dammit! She receives such a great job, her boss trusts her and she screws up even before all of that happens! Dammit! She nervously scratched the back of her scalp.

"Uh… well…"

"Or no," Mr. Kurosaki smiled, turning around to the tiny doctor, "you can do that the day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow?" she repeated slowly, her heart (which meanwhile managed to get back from Australia) attempted to emigrate again.

The orange-haired man smiled. "Yes, Miss Kuchiki, the day after tomorrow. Or are you going to come tomorrow, even though I gave you a day-off?"

"N-no!" she shouted, but then quickly cleared her throat and repeated the impulsive respond in much calmer voice: "I mean, no, Mr. Kurosaki. I´m looking forward to my day-off. It had been long since I had one, so I´m planning to… ehm…"

"Oh, yes, that´s the last thing!" the boss shouted just like she did a moments before, making her feel more comfortable in his presence. "I´m having a day-off, too, so, if you don´t have any other plans, maybe we could hook up and have a dinner?" and there it was again; her heart went (flew) on a little vacation to Australia. Was her boss actually asking her out?

Her jaw fell open as she meant to reply calmly and intelligently, but this attempt failed thanks to the fact that she realized again (and better this time) that someone actually asked her out. Her boss, at the top of that. Well, that haven´t happen in quite long time. Rukia was the type of person who wasn´t that attractive to the others; working all the time, small, flat-chested, a psychiatrist – maybe the last point at the list of her errors might be erased thanks to the fact that Mr. Kurosaki was a psychiatrist, too.

"Ehm," was all she had to say after his request was made. But she immediately, shook her hear, gathering the last pieces of her sanity together to make at least a little bit elegant and clever sentence. "Well, that depends. But as I think of it right now, I think I´m single – umm, free the next day. And I´d be happy to see you somewhere outside of this hospital." Yes, that may be called elegant and clever.

"Great!" doctor Kurosaki cheered and handed her the file he had been holding the whole time. "Well, Miss Kurosaki, you may would like to check this file; it´s about the new case you got. I´ll let you study it before you go and see the patient… ehm, today." The last word he murmured almost unnoticeably, immediately making Rukia´s decent smile froze on her face.

Oh well. Maybe she´d come home really, really late, but at least she had the day-off, and an actual date. "Will do, Mr. Kurosaki. I´m looking forward to see you tomorrow." Though right now she was almost lying. By now, if she haven´t got the new and her very own case, she could be already at home. But, then again, it really was an honor to her that she got it. It will cause some extra hours, but! But. She has her own case now. That´s a good thing.

"Me too, Miss Kuchiki. Have a pleasant night and sweet dreams!" Mr. Kurosaki closed the door behind her and Rukia almost felt like running down the corridors, screaming random things about what had just happened. I have a date! I have a goddamn date with my boss! I got my own case! See, bitches, I´m working so hard I finally got my own case! I wanna go home, dammit! Rukia could be very unstable, from time to time.

She walked all the way back to her small office, entering the room. She kicked her high-heeled black shoes off, sighing at the feeling of the hard floor against her soaring feet. Her butt crashed against the office chair and she slammed the file against her desk in frustration, like it was some kind of annoying homework. She mentally slapped herself for thinking like this; she loved her job. It was never making her bored, never stopped to make her feel adrenalin pumping through her veins, never failed to make her shiver with every new information she got; she loved her job. Few extra hours didn´t really matter.

Rukia opened the file filled with papers and photos. She slowly started reading.

Case 19

The serial killer

Attending doctor: Rukia Kuchiki

Treated patient: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Case´s character: Always feared and avoided 25 years old man from one of the worst and poorest suburbs of Tokyo. Now is known due to his killer´s status. Has killed 7 people. For his murders is very typical to leave a letter with a quotation he usually thinks up himself. At the court he was considered a mentally unstable, after this sent to the Hueco Insane Asylum. This case is to be handed to the most skilled psychiatrists with tough skin and naturally dominative qualities.

Patient´s character: Aggressive since his childhood, short-tempered, arrogant, naturally the one to dominate the others. Otherwise he´s very thoughtful person. He never acts without deep thinking of it. His doctors are always surprised to hear his stories. He is quite talkative when he decides to trust someone and considers him worthy to listen to his story. Besides this, he may be very dangerous when he doesn´t like someone. He is to be located in area with no other patients.

Location area: Sector C; sector for especially dangerous patients.

Medicines/pills: …..

Day schedule: 9am breakfast (patient is used to get up at this time), daily therapies from ….. to ….., lunch at 1pm, dinner at 7pm. The attending doctor is to decide other activities according to his/her consideration.

Other: It is better to always have the patient under a good care; he shouldn´t be left alone for long time; he likes attention; hates being the submissive one (is to be forced into submission); he likes to talk a lot, but when he gets into the conversation too much, it is better to leave immediately.

Signed: ….

Rukia sighed. She looked at the piece of paper in frustration. This was her new case? Really? A serial killer? She was a woman. She wasn´t anything like dominative – she was more like a little scared animal. How was doctor Kurosaki expecting her to deal with a murderer? A crazy one, at a top of that? Oh, goddamn karma, she shouldn´t have said she´d never get to be a good and successful psychiatrist. Now she got her very own case; a case of the serial killer.

Her lavender eyes tiredly looked at the photo from the prison. She wouldn´t complain. She can do this. If Mr. Kurosaki gave this case to her, it must have meant that she was able to handle things. And handle them herself. This would be her breakthrough. If she will do this right, she can go wherever she wants; every hospital would let her in. A serial killer wasn´t just some usual case, just like she thought before boss gave her the file.

Of course she knew. Everyone knew. About Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. He was transferred here like a week ago, from Singapore. That was the place where the last murder happened. Before this, he had been killing only in Japan, never caught and never seen, not even spotted; so he thought he could do whatever he wanted and tried it in different country – and there they got him. And they transferred him right here, in this asylum, where Rukia was working for the past year. She thought it was ironical; she always thought she´d deal with little kids who were seeing in monsters under their bed, like Nel, or some madmen hearing voices, and so on. But she never expected to have a patient like this.

The petite woman sighed, looking at few more photos; from Grimmjow´s teenage years, with his family (or what was left of it), photo of him holding his first prey (his girlfriend who he happened to actually hate), photo of him grinning wickedly into the camera in some shopping mall…

Rukia stopped at that. The photo was taken on 15 of March. That was ten days ago. Was he showing himself on a purpose?

Shaking her head, she decided she´d thing of this all later. Now she was just too tired to come up with something useful. Closing the file, she turned the pc off, grabbed all of her things before pulling off her white coat she hanged on the hook by the door. She scanned the situation with her skilled eyes and then turned the lights off, closing and locking the door. In her pocket there was a new key; key to the room aside of all the other rooms.

The room she was heading to.

The room that was making her slightly nervous, graduating the feeling with every step she made.

The room that belonged to her newest and very own patient.

The room of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Her soft palm gently laid on the knob, the raven-haired psychiatrist took a deep breath, her free hand squeezing the file and her notebook uneasily. Her eyes closed for a little moment, enjoying the solitude of the not-so-popular part of the hospital. She thought she´d never come here; maybe just if she had some duties to do to get some extra money. And here she was now, feeling the coldness of the air here. She noticed the corridor had no windows, no anything; it was bleached, empty and boring. Also it was in the third floor, which was for the most dangerous patients. And right now, there was just one of that kind.

Her very own patient, very own case.

God dammit.

Rukia was just about to press the cool steel knob down and open the door, noticing she haven´t unlock them yet. Pulling the keys out of her pocket, she pushed it into the drawback lock and was just about to unlock and step in, when suddenly…

"Come in, RukiRuki. It´s opened."

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Oh well. So this was the first chapter of my brand new story.

So… how do you people feel about it? Tell me – give me a review or send me a PM, I don´t really care which one – but I´d like to hear your opinion.

And a little author´s note: I don´t like Inoue – so I´m making Rukia don´t like her, either. Please, don´t kill me for this – and if you really like her so much, don´t read the story, because you may not like it. And if you still want to read it (which I would very very appreciate), please don´t bombard me with hateful reviews about it. And, at last, I would like to say – yes, I know that Barragan is a man =D but I really don´t know any other old people I would make freaks out of, so I gender-bended and came up with Mrs. Barragan (sounds funny, heh?).

Well anyways, hope you liked the first chappy and also I hope you will give me some ideas etc.! =) I always really appreciate reading a review and a critique that helps me improve my writing!

Thank you all for reading!