Ni hao! Yes, I know I'm only on my first story and the beginning none the less. BUT I really wanted to write another one and have the challenge of doing more than one story at the time. Oh the torture I'm giving myself.. Well enough about me and my complex mind. This story here will not be random one-shots. The People Under the Stairs is not a literal title.. But in the summary I did explain that Rukia is having a tough life. I want to stay with Bleach and how the characters dealt with what they did in the manga. So please, just read and enjoy this story. Now let's begin :)
Disclaimer- I do not own Bleach. All that I own is a cute orange kitten, a boyfriend who takes me to concerts, and a laptop. c:
Chapter One
In the busy streets of Japan, people are all walking and running to places in their daily lives that is part of a routine they all practice. Adults go to work starting in the morning and returning in the evening. Children run to school to learn daily about new subjects that will be forgotten eventually during the summer break. This is what common cities here in Japan look like on a daily basis. Now traveling to Karakura Town. Over here in this peaceful town is a more slow-paced life that is much different from the fast-paced movements in the busy streets. Here in Karakura is common family neighborhoods that include many families. Overall, you would say Karakura is a family oriented area. In this town, the neighborhoods are divided into districts. Each section of the neighborhood is numbered off. Starting in the low numbers, the neighborhood looks clean and pristine, worthy of noble living. As the numbers got higher, the district would be in a more poor condition than the previous one. Even though Karakura was all together a nice neighborhood full of live and virtue, there were always trouble and poverty that struck all parts of the world.
Smoke slowly filled the room as the cigarettes burned away in the room. Bottles laid around in a mashed manor in the corner of the small living room. Laying on the couch was a middle-aged man with long midnight black hair that reached to his chest. Lightly snoring, the man was resting from a vigorous activity. Around the corner in the hallway were clothes along the corridor and fallen decorations from the shelves on the wall. At the end of the hall by the first door was a small body laying prone position on the floor. It was a young girl at the age of sixteen. She also had midnight black hair that only reached the top of her shoulders. Her porcelain skin tainted with numerous bruises in a variety of sizes. Blue and purple spread across her back and arms like blobs of paint on a picture. Across the inside of her forearm were lines, cuts from self-harm or abuse. Each cut reflecting the years of damage this poor soul has endured through. Over half her life she has been abused, with no help from anyone. All hope for safety was lost when the constant abuse she received took the life of her sister two years ago. After the death of her sister, the abuse became a dull pain that has been repeated every other day. Slowly waking up, the girl crawls over to her room. Packing silently, she gathers up what little objects she has and leaves. Not looking back once, the once imprisoned soul is finally free.
(Seven days later)
Walking down the quiet hallway of Karakura Elite High, sixteen year old Rukia looks at the piece of information written on the paper: First hour- Language 8183. Just enrolling in the school yesterday, Rukia strolls down the clear hallways of this private school. Karakura Elite is a private school specifically for musicians, artists, and performers. This school holds the most talented people that reside in Japan. To get into this school you need two things: Talent and money. The only other way though to make it into this school is having the school board offer you scholarships. Rukia was quite lucky being picked for scholarships. Two days ago she ran into a school board rep while singing to the music in a store. She was offered a spot in the school right then and there. So now she is in the school still looking for her first class. 'Where is this first class?' Rukia still wandered around not noticing the fast blob rushing towards her. *CRASH* Papers began flying around as two bodies fell onto the ground. Books were spread around the hallway and pieces of paper covered the floor like a blanket.
"Hey, watch where you are going next time! But are you all right?" Asked the stranger that ran into Rukia. Looking up, Rukia began staring at this young student sitting in front of her. The first thing she noticed was bright orange hair and honey-brown eyes. She began feeling hypnotized by these bright brown orbs that continued to stare at her violet eyes.
"Huh? Oh, yeah sorry about that." mumbled Rukia. "I'm actually new here. This is my first day at this school. Uh, do you possibly know where Language 8183 or any of these classes are?" Handing the boy her schedule, he looked it over and began smirking.
"Well, who would of thought that we would have all the same classes midget? Now that I know I will see you everyday let me introduce myself to you. I'm Kurosaki, Kurosaki Ichigo." Ichigo stands up and helps Rukia up. Thanking him and wiping off the dust Rukia replies back. "Nice to meet you Kurosaki-kun, I'm Kuchiki Rukia. Not Midget!" swinging her foot back, she kicks Ichigo right into his shin making him fall back down. "OW! What the hell?! I'm trying to be nice and help you. You should be more thankful midget!" Yelled Ichigo as he slowly picked himself up. "Yeah, yeah. Now come on Strawberry, let's get to class." grabbing Ichigo's hand, Rukia drags him down the hallway walking towards her first class with her new acquaintance.
Pulling the door open, the two students run through the room fast. Breathing heavily, Ichigo runs and sits in the empty seat next to the window and begins looking outside. Rukia stays up in the front of the room standing in front of the teacher feeling slightly embarrassed by the loud commotion she made on her first day of school.
"Sorry for the interruption sensai. I'm the new student, Kuchiki Rukia. I apologise for the interruption." Holding her breath, Rukia waits for the teacher to respond. "Oh, good morning Kuchiki-san. I'm professor Kyoraku and this is my assistant, Nanao Ise. My sweet Nanao, could you please get Kuchiki's supplies for this class?" With a quick slap to the back of the head and a nod, Nanao quickly walks to the closet and collects all the books needed for the class. "Now where shall I put you Kuchiki, hm. Ah! Take the empty seat right next to Kurosaki. He is the man with the bright orange hair. Kurosaki! Please raise your hand so the cute little student can find her seat." Listening to the orders, Ichigo raises his hand and scowls at Professor Kyoraku. Rukia bows in front of the teacher and walks towards the back next to the orange haired student.
Taking a seat, Rukia sets all her stuff onto the table and prepares for the first lesson. Sighing quietly to himself, Ichigo moves his gaze over towards the young girl next to him. 'I can't believe this midget is the same age as me. She is do damn short for her age. I wonder how she got into this school. Maybe during lunch she can join the group and explain her story.' Taking a piece of paper from his binder, Ichigo writes a note and slides it towards Rukia. Being as sly as possible, Rukia takes the note and reads it in her head. Answering almost immediately, Rukia turns and passes the paper along. Grabbing for the note, Ichigo begins reading it again without noticing a tall figure standing in front of the desk. "Now Kurosaki, I know you don't like to pay attention in class. But please let other students not follow in the same steps as you." Looking up, Ichigo sighs and grumbles a few words under his breath. Giving the note to Kyoraku, Ichigo slumps down into his chair and closes his eyes. "Now class..."
Lunch finally arrives for the students to enjoy. Ichigo takes Rukia up to the roof. On the roof sat a group of teens all in a circle. The circle consisted of people eating and playing instruments together. Ichigo and Rukia sit next to each other and soon bombarded with questions.
"Hey Kurosaki where is your guitar? I want to use it for an acoustic!"
"Kurosaki, hitting on the new girl already?"
"What's her name, what's her name? Hi! I'm Inoue Orihime, but call me Hime!"
"HELLO angel that fell from the sky, how about you and I-.." *WHACK*
Tired of the questions, Ichigo stands up and clears his throat preparing for his little speech to stop his friends questioning. "Guys, this is Kuchiki Rukia. She is in the same grade as us. She is a short midget I ran into before class. She is not going on a date with you Keigo, so be quiet and leave her alone." Ichigo sits down and ignores the cries of Keigo as he rolls on the ground. Rukia stares in amazement from how different everyone is. Feeling nervous, Rukia stays quiet and just listens to the groups conversation. Rukia becomes included in the conversation as Orihime begins asking her some questions.
"So Kuchiki-san would you like telling us more about you and how you got into this school? I would love to know!"
Looking around the group, Rukia stays quiet for a moment before starting her long explanation.
"Ahem, well I'm Kuchiki Rukia as all of you know by now from the Strawberry. Well I'm in the same grade as all of you. I'm from the Rukongai District, but I live now in an apartment ten minutes away from the school. I got accepted for the scholarship program at this school. I play the violin and piano. I'm in the advance band and orchestra classes. I think that's it?" Everyone stared at her for a few moments before Orihime squealed and hugged her tightly."Ahh! Kuchiki-san! I can see us being amazing friends. I'm so glad you can be part of our group! We should all have a gathering today after school at your house. I will prepare the snacks and bring some games!" Orihime could not stop beaming as she squeezed the small Kuchiki tightly. "Uh, Inoue-san I can't breathe. I don't think I could have a gathering beca-.." Saved by the bell, Rukia's answer was cut off short. Everyone groaned and began packing up their stuff. "Let's go midget, time for class again." grabbing both of their lunches, Ichigo begins walking down the steps behind everyone. "Coming?" Rukia looks up and runs towards him. "Slow down you tall giant. Wait for me!" Rukia runs and catches up with the tall teen. The two walk towards class not noticing their friends watching them from afar. Giving each other stares, Ishida speaks up. "Maybe Kurosaki finally found someone to rely on after losing his mother. I'm actually glad for him." Everyone nods at his observation and walks to their respected classes to finish the long school day.
Here is the first chapter! I'm actually liking how this is starting. I know I left a few parts missing, but I'm sure you will understand. ;) Please read and review. I will be trying to write another chapter as soon as possible. This will be quite a long story hopefully. I always plan stuff in my head but always change directions. See you guys next chapter, cheers. c:
P.S.- I am also writing another story: A,B,C can't be easy.. Check it out also c: