A/N: This has been sitting in my Doc Manager for almost three months. I was petrified that I didn't have Byakuya right at all but I got over that once I started getting into this fanfic habit. After all I'm a big risk taker. I hope you like it. As it is my first time doing a character like Byakuya. This is most likely the last 'New Story' I will be posting. For I have ran out of ideas! which is a good thing for me! XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach characters. Only this story plot and my original character.

Warning: Foul mouths, Lemon citrus (lol), POV change, OC, AU,


Chapter I: Introduction

One Drink?

Tokyo, Japan is like a new world to me. It did not hit me yet. That I was in a very different time zone away from my family, my friends, my two dogs. I miss them all and for a moment, I felt like breaking down and crying right in front of the crowd. I hate this feeling. I will not be able to call anyone without coughing up money that I do not have. I cannot even spare Y2 for a Y1 meal at the nearest fast food restaurant. True poverty, but I have to say that It gives me a sense that I am on my own, but GAH! I'm starving!

Ignoring the rant my stomach was giving me I continued banging on the tin can between my legs, scraping up some chump change for entertainment. Ha! There were many times when I thought about turning to dancing, since they are paid more money anyway, but I have too much pride even though I know I have the looks and a damn good body for it. I still give credit to where it's due because swinging around that pole and holding myself up that long? I will most likely fall and break my neck. That takes so much upper body strength.

Not saying that I have tried…

I did not know what beat I was playing but people happened to make a crowd around me. Another thing was that I enjoyed doing this on my free time. Making music from a simple tin can made for waste products. It was not as if people were using them anyway, the amount of garbage around this subway proved that case. The crowd was bopping their heads. Some of them even had their video cameras recording me and while others were trying to keep up with me since they just started 'BBoy-ing'

If you do not know, my name is Vahni, means Fire in Islamic. My mother decided to name me that since I came from an African rooted family who kept true to their race and religion. Surprisingly, so did I, letting not a 'Oh! such pretty hair!' or 'You don't look black!' have an ounce of oppression in my blood. Besides, 'black' can be any shade, so what if I am a little lighter, I know where I come from and what I am. I admire it truly, and being that my mom took no bullshit from anyone, the true reason she named me just after the flames that fused her very gears. My dad passed away when I was two, none of us knew the reason why except my mother but she never did let us in. I asked no questions after that, I left it as it was.

Twenty-one years later and going to college for computer graphics, which was not my plan but it was whatever brings in more cash than what I got. Still, I was now living in Tokyo, Japan.

TOKYO! JAPAN!

It felt as if someone took me out of the birds nest to put me in a completely different environment. It was weird being here and not run home telling my mother what I learned today. I am still a baby when it came down to that woman, but I knew she was proud of my bold move to live so far away and explore.

I opened my eyes to see more than a crowd but an audience around me clapping their hands filling the fedora hat I placed in front of me with a couple of yen.

Smile….wave….say thank you….return back to smiling….and waving.

Whatever get the job done and fool these people in thinking I am genuine. Tah! Funny!

I do not participate well in routine, which was the main reasons of me coming down in the subway to bang on these dirty tin cans once a week, and if I'm feeling lazy, I'll be in my bed eating, sleeping, listening to music, or play the piano at the bar underneath my apartment.

I looked at my watch seeing that it was only 7:30….too late, "Shit!" I yelled abruptly standing up.

One of the crew members that were sitting next to me spoke up after I almost knocked him over, "Ay pretty lady, leaving so soon?"

"Yeah," I spoke grabbing my leather jacket, "This is the third time of me being late, my boss is going to chew my ass for dinner!"

"Aww see you again next week," calling out to me.

"Yeah sure!" I called back but I was not paying any attention to the person and instead kept my focus on making it up the steps, steady to not fall.

What excuse was I going to use this time? he saw me leave out the bar in full health. I most definitely can't say there was a death in a family since no one I knew lived over here in this country. So what, I could say I had to go get some tampons since he get grossed out hearing about it, or I could say I had to go get a pap smear…yeah I'll go with that.

I did not live far from the subway but the walk was lengthy, especially to the cold weather of the fall season. Putting my hands in my pockets and speed walking through the crowd, I had with no intentions on making myself known in their personal space since I did not want them in mines. Haha! And of course the signal would change to Do Not Walk, but fuck it. I had nothing to lose, I was either dead when crossing the street or dead with no job, and I preferred the faster way to go since I know that flirt of a boss would make me pay slowly and surely.

I waited until the car closest drove up turning around the corner and seeing the onslaught of cars ready to come afterwards, "Whatever!"

"Oi lady you're crazy!"

"Have we met before!" I called back. Besides, the cars were nowhere near me so I was good. Until this one ass-hole decided, he wanted to pull out of a parking spot to speed up. I admit it, I should have waited, but I am a bit impatient. I felt the car tap my leg a bit when he slammed on the breaks and I thought about kicking the hell out of it, but I was already late, so I kept walking. There was a crowd before me waiting to get to the other side of the street I came from. They gave me weird stares and I paid it no mind. Do they not know I love attention?

Aside from that, I place my red hoodie on top of my head due to the briskly cold wind blowing my loose curls everywhere and freezing the tip of my nose. I wanted to close my eyes to the deathly breeze and try to find some warmth on either side of me but that was not working. I even bumped into some people.

But really….I didn't give a fuck. The little bit a warmth I felt from holding my jacket close to my face was not going to get compromised.

Then this guy had the nerve to say something to me, "Excuse me miss,"

"Fuck off, I'm busy!"

"Bu—"

I did not say anything and continued walking to my destination that I could see just a few more blocks ahead. I may come off as if I am pissed off with the world, as if I hate all humankind to an unusual extent. Like it was their very reason for me being late when I know damn well it was all my fault. Always getting too caught up in trying to earn some extra bucks that I keep forgetting the time I spend there.

I can't help it. I do not have anyone to talk to here. I barely have any friends who understand me, so the only way for me to communicate is with my hands or anything artistically. It was either banging on the drums or gliding my fingers along the black and white keys of the piano. It is I, showing the people my world. However, it is very different in getting to know me. I am that hard math equation that some give up on, I am that hue people are dying to know the color too, I am the toughest wonder in the world and yet it keeps spinning, without a clue in knowing that I am here, the only time that I am patiently waiting to be discovered.

Another harsh wind almost knocked me off my feet, but I stood my ground like an iron wall and even though I do not want to hear a single word from my boss's rants an complaints about my tardiness, I could not wait to get into the heat. For today, the phlegmy spitting shit face will get away with a warning retort.

Finally making it to the French doors of Omaeda's bar, I could almost feel him breathing down my neck even though he was in the back room bringing out the crate of drinks for tonight, "Well, well, well," his raspy voice spoke.

"I know I know, I got caught up at the doctors they were checking out my kitty cat,"

"You don't have a cat,"

Tilting my head towards him, "Not that kind of cat,"

He scratched his head, "I don't get it,"

"My pussy!"

His face turned red and from there I knew he wanted to end that topic and reprimand me for my crude and indecent vocabulary. What is the big deal though? Have dude heard of a pussy before? I mean, it should not be anything new to him since he was big kid living off mommy and daddy and I'm sure there are plenty of women whose willing throw all they have at him just for his money. So why was he so prude to it?

Oh right….because I'm a woman.

Heh! If I did not have any morals or self-respect I would not mind rocking that boat either, but the overly gross and ewww dismissed that thought. I looked at him, lip turned up as I shivered. What would make me even look at him that way!

"I see your speech is still lacking refinement," placing the crates on the floor, "school is not doing much?"

I scoffed at him, "This is me Omaeda take it or leave it,"

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A couple hours into the habit of serving drinks and I was already beat tired.

From what?

Well before I went to go put on the show for the citizens in the subway, I was at school and biology kicked my ass. You see aside from me being somewhat into the gaming scene I actually want to become a Veterinarian or a Musician. Of course, I being a musician came natural to me as breathing did the first time I inhaled it. I grew up with a piano in my house, then my mother got into the rescuing thing with pitt bulls since I was five. Such loyal creatures with an extremely bad rep…fucking humanity…

My mother has given me a priceless life and I would not trade it for anything. Not for money, not for gold, or to change the color of my skin.

I looked around the bar, putting my hair in a bun on top of my head to get it from touching my back. It got hot quick now that it was crowded with endless patrons and of course me only working the bar while the others are out on the floors waiting tables. This person, my boss, was not paying me enough to stress out so I took my time making drinks, huh! Maybe next time he will listen to what I have to say in hiring more help.

I suppose the murmuring from me became loud since I turned back handing the customer his drink. Thankful that the bar area has died down into me only having a handful to deal with.

"Excuse my lady, are you Polynesian?" a random man slurred.

"Nope," staring into the T.V, my chin resting in my hands as my elbows held me up.

"What are you then?"

I tore my eyes from the T.V screen to the man two seats down close to the entrance, basking in his drunken stupor, "Does it matter?"

"Not really, you just have a gorgeous skin tone, it's….like caramel and gold mixed in one,"

"That's real sweet, but I come from the motherland," turning look back at the T.V displaying a soccer game. I did not know what I was looking at, only sport I actually enjoy watching was football.

"The Motherland?"

"I am African luv,"

He smiled, "I've been there before, what part are you from?"

"I think that's enough drinking for you,"

"Ahhh now that is a lovely…..place…." falling backwards off the stool.

I'm surprised he even held a 'talking session' with me for that long.

"Umm Vahni,"

I turned to look at the side of me slightly looking down, seeing Hanatarō fiddle with his fingers, "Yeah?" staring at him in a sluggish gawk.

"There's someone important who requested you in the sealed off section," looking up to me now.

Someone for me? In a way I wanted to see who it was and then again I didn't really care for it, "I'll take a message,"

"I know it's none of my business but he has something you want,"

Really now? "Cover for me then,"

"B—but I don't know how to bartend,"

"It's just putting one drink in the other," I spoke walking away.

I heard him sigh but I knew he could catch on quick. Meanwhile I wanted to see who this mysterious person was. If it's mom then I will definitely bust out in tears in front of anyone. I miss her so damn much! And already I had my hopes in seeing her but just as fast as I was hopeful, I was quickly disappointed when I realized Hanatarō say 'He' So who was it?

Walking through the crowded pathway, barely making it to sealed off part of the bar, I climbed over the red velvet rope with the help of the maple doorway, seeing a man dressed in a casual slategrey dress shirt with his tie undone, and black slacks, "I believe you are Vahni right?" He stood with one hand in his pockets while the other he held out in a handshake, and damn did he look so good it was sinful to think about it!

"Yes that would be me, but who are you?" shaking his hand that seem to cover mines wholly.

"I'm the man who you told to 'Fuck off',"

I could not help the smirk on my face, this man was intimidating and no way was I backing down, "I say that to a lot of folks, you'll have to give me something that'll ring bells,"

"Like this?" raising my worn down wallet with 'VL' as the initials.

"The hell are you doing with my wallet thief?" snatching it away from him.

He put his free hand back in his pocket, his cool demeanor unfazed, "Don't be mistaken. Before I had time to tell you that your wallet fell, you were already on the go and told me to 'fuck off'. I thought of leaving it on the ground, but I could not see that happening, and it was littering,"

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"How else would I be able to get your wallet?"

He had a point but so what. I stared at him a moment more, looking into his grey eyes that gored into mines, "My apologies," putting my wallet in my back pocket, "I would thank you but I know you felt how light my wallet is," shrugging my shoulders.

"That won't be necessary,"

"Please stay. It's the least I can do,"

He placed his jacket behind the seat next to him and sat back down without any further arguing, "What will you have?"

"Liquid Sex is what they call it?"

"Hmm you seem like my kind of guy," I am sure this person can afford more than that drink. His colon even smelled wealthy, let alone he looked it. I pivot into walking back to the bar. Who is this man? I have not felt so violated in such a long time that I started to get excited somewhere in my being. Moreover, before I had any type of clue who he might have been Hanatarō was hounding me.

"D—don't you realize who that is?"

A light sneer responded to his question, "That's what I'm trying to figure out,"

His eyes widened, "Kuchiki?"

"Haha, that's a funny name, but seriously who is he?" raising an eyebrow of mines.

"He's the—" he spoke hyperventilating, "that's Prince Byakuya Kuchiki,"

I grabbed him by the shoulders, "Will you calm down, He's just some guy who found my wallet, besides wouldn't he have security guards with him?"

He pointed to two men, sitting alone by the area I just came from. They looked like regular guys, tattoos, huge, bald, scary almost, "The odds of meeting someone famous is slim to none,"

"How can you say that when one is right there,"

"Because…" I started fixing the drink, "…nobody else is going crazy over him,"

"Look around Vahni, they're all too drunk to even know where they are at, including our co-workers," pointing at Matsumoto singing along with the group of men with Hisagi and Kira.

"You're right," Looking around the bar, "I'll just take this to him and I'll be right back to teach you some tricks or two and calm down sheesh!"

He nodded his head and stayed at the station, while I headed back to the 'intimidating' man. I unhooked the rope this time, then back to hooking it again. He sat there cross-armed and cross-legged, eyes closed until I made it to his table, "Here you are, this one is on the house,"

Not a word he spoke and instead slowly moved to sip his drink. I walked off with nothing to say neither. I already thanked him and undressed him, in my mind of course. It was until I made if halfway out of the area before he spoke after clearing his throat, "Will you not join me?"

Turning back to see him looking at me, "Umm," it caught me off guard, "no thanks, I have work to do,"

"I'm sure your boss will understand,"

"Ha! The bastard doesn't even understand what pussy means," before I could come to terms on what I say it was he already registered it.

The man closed his eyes once again, "How much to you get paid an hour?"

"Y875 hourly and that's on a good day,"

"I have doubled your pay and I guarantee he will meet his quota for tonight. Now, sit,"

I turned back to face him fully. In my mind, I was thanking the heavens because I was too tired to stand all night, until I thought about Hanatarō, "Even if you do that who is going to make the drink for the customers? My friend over there would need my help at the bar,"

He snapped his finger and quickly one of the men from outside the air stood scaring me at how abrupt his action was. The seated man spoke up, voice so calm I could almost fall asleep to it, "You use to bartend am I correct?"

"Yes Kuchiki Byakuya sir,"

"Help the young man at the bar,"

The large man walked over to Hanatarō who I could not tell was either scared or choking.

"There are no more excuses, Miss,"

Surely, I was grateful enough, but still felt awkward about it. I smiled sitting the tray on a table over. I sat across from him and doing so brought a new air near me. I was hot, almost burning with sweat from earlier but near him, I was cool and content. I started laughing before resting my elbows on the table, "Why go through all that trouble in getting me to sit here and watch you drink?"

"Drinking alone gives the impression of pitiful, tacky, broken, and pathetic. In addition, you invited me to stay an drink, so why not join your guest? That is highly rude,"

I could tell it almost hurt his pride also, typical for someone of his class, "Because we don't know each other, I kind of thought you wanted to be in your own space,"

"What you are saying is irrelevant. You are here now so we have until I finish this drink,"

It was almost like he said 'shut up bitch and enjoy my presence while you can' I couldn't help the smirk that came across my face. This will be interesting.


A/N: So how did I do?