Okay, this is a story that I am making up all by myself… I hope. I might take some ideas from other places, but this all started by a weird dream that I had. Anyways I stole the name Haruhi from Ouran High School Host Club, cause in my dream that's what the girl acted like. Also, I own nothing but some of the ideas in this. I don't really know what I'm going to do with it past this chapter so if you guys have any ideas, let me know and I'll see if I can't make a story happen.

Disclaimer: I do not own any names in this story. I do not own Bleach or Ouran High School Host Club.

"Damn it!" Ichigo Kurosaki groaned as he fell onto his bed and yelled into his pillow. He couldn't believe it.

10 minutes earlier

"Ichigo?" His mother called from the living room.

"Ya mom?" Ichigo walked in and plopped down beside her.

"We're moving, pack your things." His mother looked so sad. Ichigo sat up and gaped at her.

"What why?" He stood up.

"Your dad got a new job, closer to the hospital." Ichigo frowned, of course his dad again.

"I'm not going!" Ichigo yelled. He had just got fully settled in this town, he finally had friends!

"Yes you are." Isshin interrupted. Ichigo turned and glared at his father. He stormed over and yelled.

"No, I'm not old man! You can't make me!" Ichigo swung at his father. Isshin blocked it and pushed Ichigo back. Ichigo froze when he saw how serious his dad was.
"Pack your things now."

Ichigo growled and ran to his room.

Ichigo was furious. He just got into a band with some of his new friends and he was even a contest for Prom King, and they were moving. He was so upset he didn't even bother to ask where.

Ichigo sighed and got up. He would have to go, and if it was closer to a hospital well… Ichigo gently touched the picture of his mother that was on his desk. "I guess I can handle moving."
"Good."

Ichigo jumped and hit his head on the shelf above his bed. When he turned around, his mom was standing there in the doorway, smirking.

"Damn it mom!"

The next thing Ichigo knew, he was on the ground with his mom sitting on him.

"Mom? What the hell?"

"Watch your mouth young man." Masaki smiled.

"Da- Please get off mom."

"Good!" Masaki kissed Ichigo's head and got up and left the room. Ichigo groaned and got up off the floor. He picked up the picture he had knocked over and set it back. Ichigo rubbed his forehead. He had already lost Karin in a car accident; he couldn't lose his mother too.

Ichigo heard crying and he got up. He followed it to Yuzu's room and gently touched the spot where Karin had carved her name into the door. He knocked and heard a gasp.

"Hold on!" Yuzu called, clearly she had been crying. So, Ichigo let himself in.

"What's wrong Yuzu?" Said girl took one look at her brother and ran into his arms. Ichigo was shocked, but gently hugged her back. "What's wrong?" Ichigo got on one knee and made her look at him.

"I-I don't wanna move!" Yuzu cried.

"Why not? Mom will be closer to the hospital."

"Cause…"

"Cause?"
"Cause this is the last place Karin was!" Yuzu fell into her brother's arms. "I don't want to forget her." She sobbed into Ichigo's arms. Ichigo's eyes got wide. He looked around the room that hadn't been changed. Karin's stuff and soccer posters were still all over the wall. Ichigo bit his lip and hugged Yuzu gently. He didn't know what to say, it was his fault after all.

"Ichi, change the station." Karin groaned.

"No, Karin. Leave it alone!" Ichigo grumbled, speeding up a little so he could get home as fast as possible. "You better hope I'm not late for this party cause of your stupid soccer game."

"It's not stupid!" Karin growled and slapped his arm. "Now slow down."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Oh, wow." Karin rolled her eyes. "Nice comeback Ichigo."
"Shut up!" Ichigo turned and yelled. "No one asked you."

Karin grinned and reached for the radio. Ichigo pushed her hand away. "Leave my radio alone Karin!" Ichigo glared at her.

Karin opened her mouth for a comeback, but her brother's wide eyes and open mouth stopped it.

"Ichigo?"

Ichigo had woken up in the hospital. He hadn't watched the road and he went out into an intersection on a red light and got hit by a truck. Ichigo had broken his right leg and arm and had a minor concussion. Karin wasn't so lucky. The truck had been speeding and it hit Karin head-on. Ichigo let go of Yuzu and slowly walked out the room, the sound of squealing tires echoing in his head.

Ichigo sat on his bed and stared down at his hands. A few minutes later, Masaki walked in and sat down beside him.

"I calmed Yuzu down."

Ichigo just nodded, he didn't look at his mother.

"Ichigo?"

Ichigo turned his eyes to look at his mom. He turned fully when he saw how nervous she looked.

"It wasn't your fault." Masaki looked right into his eyes. Ichigo froze. Masaki smiled and opened her arms. Like a little child in need of comfort, Ichigo fell into his mother's arms and cried. Masaki rubbed his back and held him.

Ichigo wiped his face and sat up. "I'll go."

Masaki smiled and patted his head before leaving the room. Ichigo smirked and started packing his things. "Maybe a change of scenery will do me good."

Kakura High School

"Why can't you hang out today again Haruhi?" Rukia groaned as she finished running her gym laps.

The girl next to her stopped running and glared at her through her bangs. "I told you once, Rukia. I have to go help my cousins' move."

Rukia grinned at Haruhi. Haruhi pouted and stuck out her lip. Rukia poked her right between her brown eyes. "No need to be mean Haruhi."

Haruhi scowled. Rukia and Haruhi were best friends. They were both extremely short, had dark hair and loved to just be with each other. There wasn't very many differences, except Rukia didn't hide her face behind bangs and Rukia had violet eyes.

Rukia winced as Haruhi knocked a boy out of her way. Okay, maybe Rukia was nicer too.

Rukia chased after her and tackled Haruhi.

"Hey! Damn it Rukia get the hell off!"

Rukia sat on Haruhi and smirked. "I have an idea!"

Haruhi blew her bangs and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm gonna help you move your cousins!" Rukia grinned. Haruhi shrugged and pushed Rukia off. She stood up and then helped Rukia back up.

"All you had to do was ask." Haruhi turned and walked away. Rukia smiled, she was the only one that understood Haruhi.

Rukia frowned as she remembered Haruhi's tough past. Haruhi's mother died at a young age and she lived with her freak of a dad. Her best friend (who Rukia didn't know who it was) had left her and never came back. At least Rukia had Hisana, and kind of Byakuya-sama. When Rukia first met Haruhi, she didn't talk to anyone, so Rukia made up her mind to become her friend. After months of persistently bugging her, they became best of friends. Rukia smiled; at least they had each other now.

Haruhi, where the hell are you? You're supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. –IK

Sorry! My friend Rukia wanted to come with me. –Haruhi-is-awesome

Damn it! Don't bring any of your little friends. –IK

Hey! I'm not that short asshole! –Haruhi-is-awesome

Compared to me? -IK

Oh. –Haruhi-is-awesome

And btw, you're not awesome. –IK

Shut up. –Haruhi-is-awesome.

Hurry up. –IK

Fine. -Haruhi-is-awesome

Ichigo grumbled and shoved his IPod into his ears. They had been sitting outside of this house for about thirty minutes now. Haruhi had stopped by and picked up the key to the house from the landlord. Now, she was supposed to stop by and give them the key so that they can move into their new home. Ichigo frowned as he looked up at the pale, yellow two-story house. It definitely wasn't home. He sat down and leaned on his guitar case. A few minutes later a car pulled up and two girls got out. Ichigo recognized one as Haruhi, his annoying younger cousin, but the other girl… She had midnight hair with one strand falling into her face. She was petite and had the most beautiful eyes. Wait, what the hell was he thinking? Her hair was a dull black, she was a midget and she probably wore contacts. Ichigo's scowl came back, he noted happily.

"About time." Ichigo muttered.

"Shut up!"

The friend smiled and bowed slightly. "Nice to meet you, my name is Rukia Kuchiki."

"Ahhhh! Such beauty!" Isshin ran out to hug Rukia. Ichigo and Masaki stopped him.

After being knocked out by Ichigo, Masaki bowed back to Rukia. "Hello, my name is Masaki Kurosaki and that was my lovely husband Isshin."

"Hi!" Rukia looked down as a small girl with brown hair smiled up at her. Rukia couldn't help but smile back. "My name is Yuzu Kurosaki!"

"Nice to meet you."

Rukia looked up at the tall, orange haired boy who stood out from the rest of his family. Rukia was shocked by his scowl, so she bowed her head.

"Ichigo Kurosaki."

Rukia jumped. She hadn't expected him to answer. She looked up and saw him cross his arms.

"Okay. Introductions over. Now here's the key so let's get busy." Haruhi grumbled. The way both her and Ichigo were scowling, Rukia could tell they were family.

Haruhi unlocked the door and the family walked in. Yuzu and Isshin ran around the house looking around and claiming rooms and Masaki smiled gently and followed them. Ichigo stood inside the living room and stood against the wall, glaring at the inside of the house. Rukia bit her lip and was going to talk to him, but Haruhi pulled her away and ran upstairs.

"Haruhi! What was that for?" Rukia pouted. "He looked upset."

"Leave Ichigo alone." Haruhi sighed. "It's best to just let him be."

"What's wrong with him?"

"Don't ask."

Rukia bit her lip, but kept walking around the house. Yuzu had put a homemade poster up on her door. Her room was small, but had a big closet and floor space. Rukia kept walking and saw Masaki and Isshin's room. It was the biggest of course and had its own bathroom. Oddly enough, all of the bedrooms were upstairs. The last room on the hall was a small bedroom with a small bathroom and closet. It had one window. Rukia smiled. Haruhi frowned.

"It's so small!"

"It's cute."
"It's my room." A voice said from behind them.

Haruhi and Rukia jumped. Haruhi then turned around and kicked Ichigo who was standing behind them.

"You ass!" Haruhi yelled. "You scared the hell out of us!"
"Sorry midgets." Ichigo smirked.

Ichigo was suddenly on the ground holding his shin. "Ow!"

Rukia was standing over Ichigo with a glare on her face. She sure kicked hard.

"I am not a midget." She stated.

Ichigo just glared and shoved past them and slammed the door to his room.

Rukia's head cleared and she froze. "Oh shit! I can't believe I just did that!"

Haruhi however, was rolling on the floor laughing. Rukia blushed a deep scarlet and ran downstairs to help unpack.

The family spent the next few hours unpacking. Yuzu and Isshin were laughing and joking around the entire time and Masaki would occasionally scold them or laugh. Ichigo didn't speak at all, but he would smile so small it was hard to see when Masaki would laugh. He ignored Rukia and Haruhi all day. Haruhi talked animatedly with her family, which was odd for Rukia to see. Rukia carried a box into the living room. She placed it in front of the fireplace and was about to leave when she saw a picture on the top of it. Gently, she reached down and looked at the picture. It was of the family, but there was another dark-haired little girl with them. Rukia smiled as she looked at it. Masaki and Isshin were smiling and had their arms around Yuzu who was giggling and the other girl who was trying to get free from Isshin's grip. Ichigo was standing next to them with a smirk on his face. "Where is that girl now?"

"What are you doing?" Ichigo interrupted her.

Rukia turned around with the picture and bowed apologetically. "Sorry, I was just looking at this picture."

"Mind your own business!" Ichigo slapped the picture out of her hand and ran up the stairs.

Rukia stared after him. When she looked down, Masaki was picking up the picture and holding it in her hands.

"Oh dear." Masaki took the picture out of the broken glass. "It broke."

"I'm sorry!" Rukia jumped back. "I'll replace it!"
"It's not your fault." Masaki smiled at Rukia and she felt instantly calm.

"Rukia is it?" Rukia nodded. "Come here." Masaki sat on the couch and Rukia sat next to her. Isshin ran in and looked at Masaki who motioned to Ichigo's room. Isshin frowned and headed up the stairs.

"Excuse me?" Rukia asked shyly. "Who is that girl in the picture?"

"Karin." Masaki said gently. "Ichigo younger sister and Yuzu's twin."

"Where is she now?" Rukia asked, confused. Was she at a friend's house?

"She's dead."

Rukia froze and looked at the picture with wide eyes. "She's dead?" That girl was so young and full of life in this photo.

"She and Ichigo were in a car accident three years ago. He...never got over it. He blames himself."

Rukia looked sadly at Ichigo in the picture. Masaki sighed and started placing pictures on the fireplace. Rukia's heart broke as she watched the pictures age. It started off with a young Ichigo grinning in his mother's arms. Then it moved to another picture where Yuzu and Karin were just born and Isshin and Masaki were holding them with Ichigo grinning proudly in the background. The third was the picture Rukia had held. The last picture almost made Rukia cry. Isshin and Yuzu were still smiling, but it wasn't as bright. Masaki was smiling, but her eyes were looking at Ichigo who was sitting to the side away from them with an angry scowl on his face.

Rukia looked up at the stairs where Ichigo had fled.

Isshin came back downstairs after about ten minutes and looked exhausted. He shrugged to Masaki and they went into the kitchen where Yuzu, Haruhi, and Rukia were all resting.

"Okay!" Masaki came in. "Who wants lunch?"

"I do!" All four yelled.

"Haruhi?"

Said girl looked up at Masaki.

"Can you go try and get Ichigo? You know you're one of the only ones that can."
Haruhi sighed, but trudged up the stairs. Ichigo and her had been best friends a long time ago before he moved. After that Haruhi found it hard to trust anyone, except Rukia. Not that it was Ichigo's fault, but still. She knew all about Ichigo and had even traveled to Karin's funeral. Haruhi frowned as she remembered standing in front of Karin's grave for hours with Ichigo until her dad made her leave. She bowed her head. "I never should of left him."

Just as Haruhi was about to knock, she heard Ichigo playing his guitar. She rolled her eyes and went back downstairs, no way could anyone get him to come out when he started playing.

The rest of the family ate sandwichs and chips and listened to Ichigo playing the Moonlight Sonata on his guitar.

"Well thanks a lot you two." Masaki and Isshin stood on the front porch as Rukia and Haruhi were about to leave. Yuzu had fallen asleep on the couch and Ichigo hadn't come out of his room.

"Your welcome Oba-san."

"Welcome Masaki-sama."

"Please just call me Masaki, Kukichi-chan."

"Then call me Rukia."

"Deal." Masaki and Rukia smiled at each other.

"Come over anytime." Haruhi raised her eyebrow at Isshin.

"Are you being serious? That's a first."

"Wah!" Isshin ran bawling back into the house. "Haruhi-chan doesn't care about her Ojisan!"

Haruhi scowled and started walking towards her car. Rukia waved and ran to follow. As she was getting into the car, she looked up at Ichigo's window. He was standing in the window. When Rukia went to wave, he closed the curtains and didn't come back. Rukia frowned but got into the car.

"Oh well. At least I don't have to see him at school."

Okay this is just a very rough draft. I'm working on getting a good plot. So Rukia and Haruhi are best friends with rough pasts. Ichigo also has a tough time dealing with death. When he lost Karin, he stopped smiling. So now that he's moved back to town, maybe Rukia and Haruhi can help him right?