Hello minna-san, I am back with another story. Though this isn't mine. This story was written by AkaBaka-chan. For some reasons, she couldn't continue it further.I have adopted this story from her for it was such an amazing story . I would be reposting some of the chapters that she had written and further on continue the story from where she stopped .hope you would support the fic.

Thankyou AkaBaka-chan, for letting me adopt this fic.

Love,

Amethyst hazel.

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Preview

Rukia is a scholarship president of the failing music club and she needs one more member to save it but no one wants to join. Ichigo is the new transfer who becomes the hottest boy in school. Rukia finds out one secret before her life becomes royally screwed. Turns out, he's a piano prodigy who refuses to play the piano. He also happens to be the biggest jerk in the whole wide world. Can these two individuals help each other out or will they be unable to get past their hatred for each other. There's a twist, he becomes her new master.

Chapter 1

The early morning sun crept in the dusted windows. It's light shown upon the mahogany furniture of the room as the sound of music resounded in the average confines of the area. After the sound of someone tuning their guitar was heard, they began to play a few chords. They kept strumming until they began to sing.

"Ima ichibyou, hi ga moetara, sora ni tokete, asa ga kuru, nemuri kara, koe wo agete, mebuite yuku... Sekai. Ukeirerareta nara, mou kako dato, kizuketa... Daitetta, kanashimi wo, ikisaki wa... Kaze... Sora... Hoshi... Ame... Tatoeba... Kakenukete... Susunde-"

Then the music stopped along with the beautiful singing that had been accompanied by the guitar. The door suddenly slid open the the impact shook of some of the dust from the doorframe. The guitarist faced the door from the couch and grimaced. She sighed and stood up from her spot and placed back the guitar into the case. She placed the guitar against a wall and walked towards the door.

A tall and lean boy was leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms. The sunlight did nothing for his hair but make it more red than it already was. His hair was a mess since he always tied it messily. His mouth was a simple flat line and his eyebrows furrowed along with the tattoos above them. "Class is gonna start." he said blandly.

She stopped just a foot past him. "I know..." she replied harshly as she trotted of to the classroom. Her steps were the only thing heard in the hallway indicating that she was two minutes from being late. Her classroom wasn't that far off.

He smirked as he closed the door and followed after her from a distance with his hands buried deep in his pockets, admiring her.

She was beautiful.

She may not have the height nor any special endowments but she had this grace and elegance very few women could achieve. It was strange since she spoke like a man and cussed like one all the same. Her face was flawless, no makeup or anything false. She had these gorgeous amethyst eyes but calloused fingers from playing the guitar far too much but it was the one thing she was in love with. She had strong legs and a naturally fast metabolism so no matter how much she would eat, she wouldn't gain much weight. Her ebony haired swayed as she walked and she never slouched, she always walked with her head held up high. She always spoke with confidence, conviction and resolve. She rarely stuttered.

That was Fubuki Rukia, president of the failing Music Club. The school's only scholarship student. Her prized possession was a Gibson Les Paul she inherited from her departed older sister which came from an anonymous donor whose identity was never revealed to Rukia. After all, a guitar like that was far too expensive for someone who lived on multiple jobs with such meager pay. She had no family and she wasn't too well off financially. She lived in a rundown apartment that had only one room. She bought instant ramen for dinner and had to go to public communal baths to bathe. She was practically at borderline poor. No wait, she already was.

Rukia slid the door open and waited for her friend and fellow clubmate Abarai Renji to get to the door. He arrived soon and enough and closed the door himself after motioning Rukia to get to her seat first. He sat down after her and waited for their homeroom teacher to come in.

Her seatmate leaned towards her direction and smiled. Her chocolate brown eyes glistened under the beaming sunlight and her dark brown hair had appeared to be more hazel. Her hair was neatly tied into a bun. "Practicing again?" she asked in a conversational tone.

Rukia sighed and propped up her elbow against the table, her head had nestled nicely on her palm before she spoke. "And you don't practice enough... The bass isn't gonna play itself Momo." she retorted.

Hinamori Momo chuckled. "I do practice. Can we go back to our current predicament Rukia?" she replied, instantly changing the subject skillfully.

Rukia closed her eyes as though the sight of her best friend annoyed her. "You mean our currently nonexistent fourth member?" Rukia asked sarcastically.

"Exactly... I mean, we could be a band like Stereo Pony, just the drums, bass and the vocalist slash guitarist but no, school regulation states that a club must have at least four members and Nanao-senpai graduated." Momo stated rather bluntly.

Rukia's eyes shot open and glared at the woman. "Don't you think I know that all too well already? And we can't be Stereo Pony, they're all girls. Renji's a guy."

"Don't take that literally... Though if we do get four members, it would be cool to be like SCANDAL or ZONE! Oh, but Aqua Timez is kinda cool too!" Momo sighed.

"They only have one female member." Rukia retorted.

"Who cares? A band's a band! If we didn't understand that much then we might as well be AKB48 or Morning Musume!" Momo shot back as she withdrew from her position and leaned against the chair.

"AKB48? Renji?"

"..."

Then the two girls bursted into laughter and contributed more to the already present noise. The door suddenly opened and the class became as quiet as a cemetery. A stoic expressionless man came in the room and placed his belongings on the table. His gray eyes scanned the room before he spoke in his deep dulcet tone. "Order must be maintained at all times." he said

"Yes, Kuchiki-sensei." the class quickly replied.

For some strange reason, his eyes had lingered on Rukia and only Rukia seemed to notice that. She saw him close his eyes and shake his head softly. He had long black hair and an incredibly handsome face. Everybody knew he was the grandson of Kuchiki Ginrei, the richest man and most powerful tycoon in Japan. The Kuchiki Zaibatsu was huge yet why Kuchiki Byakuya chose to become a teacher was incomprehensible to all who knew him. This man just had to be class 2-A's homeroom teacher.

The class rose and bowed when the class representative said so and greeted him good morning in which he greeted them back. "Good, take your seats now. I have some shocking news today and if you would all pipe down I'd tell it." he said and the class became silent once more.

"We've got a transfer student... Be nice to him... And stay quiet."

The door slid open and a new face entered the room. The first thing Rukia noticed was a full complete head of orange tangerine hair. He had high cheekbones and a rather sharp jaw. He was relatively handsome and he would be more handsome if he wasn't scowling. He came in and wrote his name on the blackboard. As soon as she saw his name, she wanted to laugh. His name read Ichigo like strawberry but it was spelled 'one who protects'. This guy was hilarious already.

He threw in a smile and with that smile, he was officially the hottest boy in school.

"Yo, the name's Kurosaki Ichigo. Nice to meet ya." he said before the room erupted into fangirl screams and squeals. Rukia wanted to die with all the searing noise. Byakuya sighed as he pointed towards an empty seat behind Rukia. "Kurosaki... You may sit behind Fubuki."

Ichigo nodded charmingly as he strode up to his seat and took a seat cooly. "Hey, nice to meet you Fubuki-san." he greeted Rukia.

Rukia sighed. "Nice to meet you too... I'm Fubuki Rukia." she replied uninterestedly before facing front once more and ignoring Momo's 'how dare you ignore such eye candy' glares.

He smiled and leaned back as homeroom

began shortly after that.

How? How could one person be so popular after a couple of hours? It was unfathomable and inhuman. One smile and one word from him made all the other girls, minus the sensible ones melt and go weak kneed. There were around eight hundred to one thousand students at this school. Nearly half of this female student body loved him already. It was terrifying so Rukia quickly escaped to the music room and began playing some tunes with Momo and Renji.

They were doing fine when Rukia stopped singing all of a sudden. She turned around, stomped and glared at Renji. "What's wrong with you? You got that phrase wrong! It's goes dun dun dun bam! Not dun bam dun dun bam!" Rukia yelled at him.

Renji groaned angrily. "Yesterday, you said the exact same thing, just vice versa. What's up with you today?" he shot back.

Rukia massaged her temples furiously and sighed fitfully. "That orange headed freak of nature... He's pissing me off, I can't stand it."

Renji smirked. "I know what you mean."

"Well I don't!" Momo yelled at the both of them as her bass made an odd sound. Probably from when she threw her hands to the air in a fit if rage. "Kurosaki-kun is hot! Handsome! Gorgeous! Why can't you see that Rukia!"

Rukia and Renji rolled their eyes. "Oh shut up... Carrying on from that line."

Renji's drumsticks hit against each other thrice before they resumed that phrase. They were sounding good again. Rukia stepped forward towards the mic while strumming. "Kikoete, kikoete, nariya ma ni no nara... Shinjite, susunde, kokoro no sakebi wo, namida no omosede... Kuzu reso ni natte mo mou ichido... Mou ichido, ka wo... Agete..."

Then after doing one final riff, they ended. Rukia sighed. "There, perfect!" she said contentedly.

Renji wanted to lean back before remembering that there was no leaning back. He was on a stool. He stretched upward while spinning a drumstick on one hand. "Damn... We need a new member or we'll get disbanded." Renji said bitterly.

"It's been a miracle that we managed to get away with this for so long." Momo added as she played a cool jazzy riff on her bass by reflex.

"True... Forget it... Let's try Supercell?" Rukia suggested.

"Which one?" Renji asked as he randomly pressed against the kick-pedal.

"Perfect Day... Let's play that one." Momo suggested.

"Sounds good to me." Rukia grinned into the microphone as she began with slow guitar chords before entering into the first line. Her hand slowly changed frets and notes while her other hand kept strumming.

"Dare mo inai douro de

Ryoute wo hiroge aruita

Me wo tojite kara watashi wa sotto

Kokoro no naka de

Chiisana kake wo shita nda

Hakusen kara ochitara make

Mukashi konna no yatteta

Ahh~

Nanka natsukashii na

It's a perfect day

Hikokigumo hashitte oikaketa

Itsuka te wa todokutte

Sou shinjiteita kedo

Sora wa amari ni tookatta kara

Chippoke na jibun ga kanashiku omoetanda

Omoetanda..."

Rukia smiled as she played the last and final chord while her two other companions ended as well. She turned around and gave the thumbs up. "That was perfect." she said happily.

Momo giggled. "Feeling any better?" she asked.

Rukia nodded. "Yeah... I do... However... He's friggin behind me... He's gonna stay there for the rest of the school year... Why is it when I finally get a back seat near the window there has to be some... monstrosity behind me." she groaned.

Momo and Renji laughed. "Yeah, sure you're alright." they said simultaneously.

Rukia shot them a glare before walking to the amp and turning it off before unplugging the wire. She placed her guitar back in it's case. Renji took his drumsticks and stuck them in his bag while Momo followed Rukia's example.

They left their beloved music room.

"Class dismissed."

Then with that, their teacher left. The students stood up and began talking and getting ready to head home. Some had club activities and some had committees. Others were just ready to procrastinate in the weekend. Rukia on the other hand had some plans to practice with Renji. Momo had a family affair so she couldn't come so it was just her and Renji. Rukia had just finished putting her books in her bag when she felt someone touch her shoulder.

Rukia quickly looked back and found a familiar face.

"What's wrong Renji?" she asked in a concerned tone since he looked rather pale.

He swallowed thickly. "My mom's in the hospital... Heard she collapsed... Dad won't be home in a while so I need to go in his stead... He's too far away and all and-"

Rukia put a hand in front of his face and smiled. "You don't need to explain anything. It's an emergency, band practice can wait." she said pleasantly and that brought a smile to his face.

He grinned like an idiot. "Thanks for understanding." he said before storming out of the classroom with his bag. His drumsticks were sticking out of them.

Rukia sighed. "I'll just have to lock up then."

Rukia slung the bag over her shoulder and began walking towards the music room. It was stressful. This was an average public school so everybody didn't have the money for instruments nor the time for it. Rukia had already searched the school from head to toe and found no one who was the least bit interested in learning how to play or at least someone with some music experience aside from the recorder every student knew how to play because of elementary. The only one who cared about the club was the three of them. Not even their music teacher slash homeroom teacher slash club moderator cared. Kuchiki-sensei probably didn't know how to play a guitar or the piano at all. After all, all Kuchikis were trained for business from the moment of conception.

There was no more hope for the music club she loved. It was her departed sister Hisana who instilled into her the love for music. There was a reason why Hisana played the guitar but she wouldn't tell Rukia. The reason for her playing the guitar also provided her the guitar and Rukia would never know the donor.

Rukia sighed as her favorite place was in sight. She was only two feet away from the door when she literally froze on the spot. She could hear the unused piano being played. Rukia closed her eyes and listened some more. It was an extremely intricate piece... Chopin? No, it's more aggressive than Chopin... Rachmaninov? Bach? Mozart? Liszt? No no no...

Holy shit... This piece is Alkan. This intricacy... It's the Grande sonate Les quatre âges.

Who is it? She knew every person at school and no one, not one person knew how to play the piano... No this is way much more than just that. Who is this person who can play a piece written by The Charles-Valentin Alkan? The genius musician? Who could play a piece by Alkan, the composer whose pieces made pianists cry learning them. Who?

Rukia slid the door open with great urgency.

She wasn't anticipating this. The first thing she saw in the sunset lit room was orange hair that matched the sky. His fingers move with such skill and such finesse. No one his age could perform the Grande sonate with such perfection and mastery. It was as if he had been practicing this very piece his whole life. He was so indulged in his own music that he failed to notice Rukia. His fingers kept going at a inhumane rate. How could he not make a mistake in a nine minute torturous piece. He was already a minute away from ending.

Rukia's eyes were closed as she listened to him play. Every note, every sharp and every flat enchanted her. It kept pulling her into the music. Rukia found herself slowly being taken by the music and losing herself. She could feel every emotion. Strangely, as grand as the piece was, all she could hear from his version was sadness, angst and anger. He was already pouring his heart out. This piece was about conquering or prevailing to the dark side but she felt and heard none of that. His version was all about losing himself into the darkness. Down to the deepest abyss where light could not reach it's dark confines.

She heard the final part and after one conclusive note, the sound resounded in the room. He lifted his head and saw her looking at him. His eyes widened instantly and the piano bench made a shrill sound as he stood up abruptly. "How long have you been there." he demanded angrily. The Kurosaki Ichigo standing before her was not the charming sweet dream boy from earlier. There was something dangerous and dark about him.

Rukia swallowed thickly. "About three minutes or so..." she simply replied as she felt the hostile nature of his current aura.

"I assumed no one would be here... Sorry for using the piano, you have club activities yes? I'll be taking my leave now, I'm sorry to disturb you." he said as he quickly grabbed his stuff and walked off.

Rukia was sure he didn't even have sheet music.

Rukia quickly turned around and was met with his rather broad back. "Wait!" she said.

He stopped but he didn't turn around. She could tell that he didn't want to talk about it with every fiber of his being but she was desperate. He was her only chance. "Yes? Fubuki-san..."

"That piece... That was Alkan's Grande sonate Les quatre âges correct? You... You're amazing... That piece is like child's play for you... It was perfect.. Every phrase, every measure... You didn't even have sheet music and although the emotions were kinda wrong, I believe that's your unique way of playing this particular piece."

He paused. He was a bit intrigued by one thing she said. "What do you mean by the emotions were wrong?"

"Alkan's Grande sonate is about conquering one's dark side... All I heard and felt was you giving into the darkness... I know you understand the story behind this piece... What intrrigues me is why you choose to fall into your own darkness rather than conquer it like what the piece implies."

"Is that all you have to say Fubuki-san?" he asked in a dry voice. The way he was speaking to her now was so different from earlier in the day. It was somewhat terrifying.

Rukia took one step forward. "No, it's not. Actually... The music club is in a bind and I need one member to keep it running... So I'm asking if you want to join."

"The answer's no."

"Why? You're an excellent pianist."

"I swore never to play the piano again." he said bitterly.

Rukia's eyebrows scrunched upwards. "You were playing it just now..."

"Is it weird if I said that when I saw that piano, it seduced me to play it? I don't know what happened to me but.. I suddenly felt like playing it again and as I was playing it, I swore to my very soul to never touch it again..." he said darkly. "Once again, the answer is no..."

Rukia took more steps forward. "Please! I... I love music too much to give it up and I love this club way too much! You don't need to play! Just... Just be a member... That's all I ask.. I've already asked the entire student body... You're my last chance! Because... Without this club... I won't be able to play anymore... All I have left is my guitar... The school provides most of the equipment... So..."

"I'll do anything." Rukia added in a choked strangled way.

Rukia was now directly behind him. "Anything?" he asked.

"Absolutely." she replied with conviction.

All Rukia knew was that she was standing behind him, his back facing her. Before she knew it, the door was close and she was being pinned down against it. His bag had fallen to the nearby floor along with hers and his hands had bound her wrists against her will. What the hell was he doing? She couldn't move... She couldn't move at all.

"You claim you'd do everything for the sake of music? Are you prepared for it's consequences?" he asked dangerously. The way his amber eyes burned terrified her. His was only a few mere inches away from her. "Answer me." he demanded. What happened to the nicest guy on campus?

"Wh-what are you going to do?"

"Answer my question first." he replied assertively.

Rukia swallowed thickly as her heart raced with fear. She was alone with a boy who had her pinned against the door. "Yes... It's my dream and my life... And it's the only thing I have left of my departed sister."

Before she knew it, he was smirking. "Oh? Such an interesting answer from such an interesting girl..." he said cruelly.

"I don't understand what you mean." she replied.

"I was right when I thought you were different... You are different as compared to all those other bitches... Yeah, they fawned all over me like I was their prince charming... You intrigued me however... How come this girl sitting in front of me didn't even bother to look at me... Or rather, she even hated me..."

"Let go of me!" she yelled at him helplessly but that only served to excite his interest in her even further.

His face was now a centimeter away from hers. "Shall I tell you a secret Rukia-chan?" he whispered in the harshest way possible. "I'm actually extremely rich... I'm sure you've heard about the Kurosaki Pharmaceutical in Germany? Yes? Well my old man sent me back to Japan to some dingy public school to learn some manners... All I have right now is enough money to graduate high school and an empty apartment with everything I need to simply live. A bed, a small kitchen, a small bathroom and a small living room with some cheap television set..."

He went to her ear and licked the shell of it. "So yes... I'm the classic spoiled rich boy... My father's extra punishment for my bad attitude was that I'm not allowed to have any maids or butlers and I'm not really used to that... If you're that desperate to have me join... Why don't you become my maid?"

"E-excuse me!"

"You heard me Rukia-chan... Be my maid... I'll pay you good... I mean... My father doesn't know about by my other bank account so I still have tons of money... And I also heard you were rather poor... You could be using some good money right now... Am I right Rukia-chan?"

"I won't... Even I have my own pride and dignity to keep!"

"Hmm? I don't think you have the pleasure of having to think about your dignity at all... I mean, I'm offering you to work for me for a good sum of money. If you accept my offer, I'll join your silly club... See, the only thing sacrificed is your dignity."

"And what do you get out of this?" Rukia replied angrily. There had to be a catch to this.

"There's always this..." he said evilly as he held her wrists with only one strong hand now and he used his free right hand to cup her chin and force her to look at him.

Ichigo surged forward and captured her lips forcibly. His assault was relentless and she felt her own body go limp because of him. She felt helpless, this was completely against her own free will. He was being rough and harsh, he was doing this for his sake and his sake only. He shoved his tongue and and Rukia let out a muffled gasp. His was forcing her to responded but the strange thing about everything was that he could've been much more severe...

He was actually holding back.

The was his tongue played with hers made her moan uncontrollably. The way he kissed her made her respond. Her tongue began to battle with his and she felt his mouth curve into a smirk. Ichigo began to unleash his full assault just when they were about to be on equal level. He was forceful and powerful and Rukia's legs were ready to suddenly give away.

He then pulled back looking rather smug. "Now then... Call me master like a good maid."

Rukia blushed furiously and averted his gaze. "Hell no..."

"Oh? Being disobedient are we? Why don't we put it this way. I forced a kiss on you and you kissed back... Yes, you probably hate me the most right now. Ah the shame of kissing back... Hmm... First kiss was it? Oh, what a shame..." he teased mercilessly and that was adding to her increasing embarrassment and shame. If only she restrained herself a bit more.

"Yeah... You jerk, that was my first kiss..." she seethed but she still refused to look at him.

"Really? I honestly thought you and red pineapple head were an item... Guess I was wrong..." he said casually before smirking madly. "Now then... My offer still stands. If you work for me, you get both financial support and my membership but if you choose otherwise then you'll have to keep making do

with your meager pay and you won't be able to keep you club... All you have to do is serve and entertain my bored handsome self and it's a win-win situation."

She glared at him at full force, that was a scary glare. "You're an asshole."

"That I know... But no one's gonna believe you..."

"I don't understand you at all! You put on a fake show in front of everybody... At least I know that much is fake but who are you really... Kurosaki the asshole or that Kurosaki who was playing Alkan... Music never lies."

"I never asked you to try... That's not in the job description my dear Rukia-chan." he replied smugly.

"Can you let go of me now?" Rukia demanded angrily.

He paused. "I suppose." was all he replied as he released her. Rukia instantly slumped down to the floor.

Ichigo pulled a nearby chair and sat down, crossing his legs like the rich bastard her was. "By the way, I took the liberty of adding my number to your phone... Don't even ask when I did that, I won't tell you. So when you feel like accepting my offer, give me a call."

"What!"

Don't be so shocked... You know what, you can always call me if you want to hear the sound of my lovely voice."

"Vain asshole..."

He laughed. "Now that's the spirit... The more you squirm, the more entertaining it is for me... Try googling me, you'd be surprised with what you can find... Oh wait, do you even have Internet much less a PC?" he mocked.

"Shut up... I use the school's computer lab." Rukia retorted.

"Hah! You really are poor... I seriously pity you..." he laughed at her all high and mighty-like before standing up and grabbed his bag from the floor.

He opened the door and smirked at her like the jerk he was. "You taste delicious by the way."

And with that he left.

Rukia felt a whole lot of self disgust. She rubbed her lips as though it would erase his kiss. Her first kiss had to be with some jerk and she couldn't do a thing about it. His offer was practically but it was against everything she believed in. Would she sacrifice her pride and dignity to achieve what she had wanted and needed the most?

If she told Momo, would Momo even believe her?

"Damn... I hate him... He could die and rot in a gutter for all I care... Yeah, go fuck yourself Kurosaki..." she seethed as she stayed curled up on the floor.

Rukia lied on her futon, her eyes constantly lingered towards her phone. Call or not to call. Dignity or practicality. Why did she have to endure such things. She even took his advice and googled him and he had quite the reputation in Europe. He was extremely smart and he could speak a number of languages. He was always at clubs and parties and based on a lot of blogs and stuff like that, he enjoyed screwing around with girls. He had huge reputation with the ladies and he won a piano competition when he was nine years old, a prodigy as it were but he stopped playing and google didn't know why.

Rukia closed her eyes. The true Kurosaki Ichigo boggled her. Was he Kurosaki the rich playboy or Kurosaki the pianist.

Rukia sighed as she wanted to strangle herself with what she was about to do. She found his number and was annoyed with how he labeled himself Master. She changed it instantly to Asshole and clicked the call button. She pressed it against her ear and waited for him to pick up, which he did.

"Hello?"

"Hey... Jerk..."

She heard him laugh. "How nice of you to call your beloved master Rukia-chan."

"Shut up asshole..."

"And? Yes or No?"

"I chose. .."

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Hello there! Hope you like this. And I wanted your support to further continue this pic .

Love

Amethyst hazel.