This is my second ever real story and I'm so excited!

My first one is a miracle. I actually finished it even though I was about ready to abandon ship if you know what I mean.

Naming this sucker was really hard, but I think that for a rush job, that name is pretty damn good. I actually started this a couple months back and forgot about it, but when I found it I just kept getting ideas and

KAPOW!

There it is, a plot.

I own nothing but said plot.

EDIT: Hey folks this story is getting completely re-written. Feel free to read it as it is now too though. Also I'm aware what's canon and what isn't my dudes this is an AU I can't believe I'm getting flames on a story I wrote 8 years ago.

Ta-dump, ta-dump, ta-dump.

A black horse sped through a grassy stretch of land, his rider wearing a black gi and black hakama pants, its hair tied in a midnight knot in the back of its head. The rider halted, suddenly surrounded by three other horsemen that wore traditional samurai armor. One of the three pulled the knot out of the rider's hair, revealing shoulder length black locks that curled up at the end.

"Lady Kuchiki, we have orders to show you back to your estate." Another man said to the mystery horseman, or more accurately, horsewoman. The girl held her chin up defiantly, giving off the sheer essence of authority.

"May I ask who gave the orders?" She asked icily. Her horse shifted nervously and she gave him a reassuring pat on the rump in an effort to calm him.

"Lord Aizen's advisor, Gin-sama." The man who pulled her hair answered. She sniffed and started to turn the way the men had come as they began to follow her. Her name was Kuchiki Rukia, the only living relative to Lord Kuchiki Byakuya. Of course she wasn't related to him by blood. The truth was that her and her sister Hisana's parents died when she was only and infant, in a bandit raid. Only a few years later did Hisana marry Byakuya Kuchiki, youngest son to the Kuchiki clan. In the fourth year of their marriage, Lord Kuchiki's parents and siblings died of a mysterious disease, and the following year Hisana died as well. Her last wish was that Byakuya care for Rukia as he would a daughter. Now Rukia was seventeen and last year Byakuya had to do business that he didn't want Rukia to be involved in. He sent her away to the Lord of a neighboring county, trusting that she be cared for there. Since Lord Aizen couldn't care less about the girl, he entrusted her to his advisor Gin.

"Rukia, would you mind telling your nice uncle Gin where you've been?" Gin asked with a very familiar psychopathic-pedophile smile on his face.

"I was out riding my horse." She stated coolly, unphased by the sheer creepiness of the man's face.

"In men's clothing? It sounds to me like you were trying to run away again." He said, still smiling with his creepy squinty eyes...squinting.

"No, I just didn't wish to be noticed. You never know if there are bandits or rogues, and what they would do if the found a girl riding alone." She calmly lied. Truthfully, she had been running away, but she would be sorely punished if they knew that. Gin shook his head sadly.

"I wish I could believe you dearest Rukia, but you have quite the reputation." He sighed. Rukia felt an icy shot of fear race up her spine as she thought of what her punishment may be this time, reliving the pain of the last punishment. Reliving the reason she wanted to run away.

"In three days we will rebel against Lord Aizen. Our forces will attack here, here, and here." A tall man with curly brown hair pointed to a map.

"Zangetsu-sama, what about Lady Kuchiki? I'm sure Byakuya-sama would be cross if anything happened to her." said a man with tattoos and bright red hair.

"Well, You'll need to move her then. I know just the man to accompany you." He said, a grin now spreading over his battle scarred face.

A boy that couldn't have been older than eighteen slept soundly on a straw mattress that lay on the floor of the empty and abandoned barn where he currently resided.

"Wake up you lazy little shit!" Zangetsu yelled, kicking the boy awake.

"Gah!" He exclaimed, rolling off of the mattress. "What the hell old man?!" He yelped, flinching away from the cold ground.

"I have work for you. You need to do something useful!" Zangetsu said. The boy he was speaking to was seventeen year old Ichigo Kurosaki.

"I have a job!" The scowling boy defended.

"Doing what? Slinking around brothels? Last I heard, picking fights and selling stolen goods weren't real jobs." Zangetsu retorted. Ichigo turned bright red, maybe from anger, but most likely due to the mention of brothels.

"I do not slink around brothels!" He snapped. Zangetsu sniggered.

"Never mind that. I have a job for you. It should be fairly simple for someone of your status." The older man continued. "I need you to accompany one of my warriors to escort Lady Kuchiki Rukia to her home."

"That sounds like a demotion!" The boy complained. It was.

It was ten minutes until midnight. Rukia stared at the moon quietly until she had been sure everyone was asleep. This might be her only chance to run without being found out. She had met with Zangetsu, a samurai that had agreed to help her. She was to meet two of his men near Lake Aoyama at sunrise, but she felt anxious waiting so long.

It was now nearly four, and the sun would be rising in little more than a half hour. After coming to the conclusion that she couldn't wait any longer, she got dressed in only a Nagajuban and climbed out her window and on to the branch of the tree that stood beside it, the rest of her kimono and a few belongings in hand. She arrived at the lake just before sunrise, and put on the rest of the kimono before sitting and waiting patiently for her escorts to arrive.

It was five in the morning as Ichigo and his traveling companion Renji got to Lake Aoyama. Ichigo saw a petite girl with dark hair and extremely pale skin sitting on a tree stump, her violet eyes staring up at them curiously. She got up and politely bowed before noticing Renji. She smiled and hugged the redhead. When she saw the confused look that Ichigo gave them she quickly explained.

"My name is Kuchiki Rukia, I grew up with Renji." She said. So this was the spoiled brat he had to babysit. He could think of a thousand things he'd rather do than that.

"Where do I put this?" A very impatient Rukia asked. He jerked his thumb to the horse behind him.

"So how far do we need to go?" He asked.

"Well on foot it's about a three week journey from Edo, and getting to Edo should take another six weeks." The girl explained. The two confused men just stared at her. She started walking and quickly took the lead. Ichigo ran up and started walking in front of her. What made him think he was in charge? She quietly sped up until she was in front again.

"What the hell's the matter with you?" He asked when he was at her side, after seeing the expression on her face and fearing what would happen to him if he pushed in front again.

"Nothing's the matter. I just think I know my way around better than you do." She said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"Ah but we wouldn't want you getting your kimono dirty." He taunted. She scowled and punched him in the stomach.

"You'd better hope not. If my kimono was soiled, that may have happened again." She threatened. Renji chortled behind them, startling them both. 'Great,' he thought, 'its only the first day and she's already getting on my nerves.'

Words of interest:

-Nagajuban: a kimono worn under the kimono. It's used to keep the outer kimono clean and the only part of it that is seen from around the kimono is the collar.

And voila, chapter one is here! Review please, I have self esteem issues.