Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, it's Kubo Tite's..

This is my first FanFiction, hope you like it guys, please R&R .. :)

And sory for any grammar mistakes.

Chapter 1

One winter's evenings, the thick and heavy clouds was swallowing the tiny sun, the dark atmosphere gave her the desire to fall asleep, the last faded ray of light is trying to reach out through the blurry wet glass window of her chamber, Rukia was slowly typing random things in her computer feeling bored from spending the whole day in her apartment.
It was her job to write though, so When she gets bored, which happens so often, she reach to her colored papers and start drawing Chappies, or just allow her mind to wonder in other worlds, while watching the small drops of rain gathering slowly.
Snap back to reality, Rukia tries her best to focus on her task, but nothing comes out, she was still stoke in that lonely sentence she wrote three days ago.

"Tall orange-haired man, with glasses covering his amber brilliant eyes, stands in the entrance of The University of Tokyo. like a golden status in the middle of the …."

She couldn't find the right words to finish the beginning of her story. She started to re-read her words over and over again, till it made no sense at all, and for a second thought she had the feeling to write a whole different thing.

"No... This doesn't look perfect" she mumbled, "I need a new beginning" ..

Heading to her bed, Rukia throw herself on it after three sleepless nights of wondering through the empty streets of Karakura city, and very eventfully mornings, heading to a gallery was held in the History of Art Museum near her apartment, going to Cinema, reading new books, travelling through time.

-hold on on that, time travel! you ask me; Hell yes, reading, is way of time travel-

Looking for some inspiration, but she gave up eventually, 'I need to end this draft soon, or else i have to deal with an angry Unohana, I have only two weeks left' she thought while scattering her raven hair.
Her cell phone rings, the ringing tone brooks the silence, she had been in that silence long enough to feel frustrate against every single sound that may disturb her, even her own voice.
Setting at the edge of her bed she took the phone from the night table. Looking at the ID caller for couple minutes gave her the feeling of 'don't answer on that creepy brother of yours'.
-but hello, her brother you say!, 'not answering' is not an option right now, thank you very much-
'a call can coast you your life, huh!' she said to herself in a sarcastic tone, before answering.

"Hello brother" said trying to act normal and series.
"Rukia..." replied with his usual cold tone, "the elders are coming this weekend get ready."
"Yes brother; I will." With no other words, the line went dead.

"He was in his last year in University studying physics, doing his best to achieve his dreams, he was a genius, his degrees never goes down the second rank..."
'Hell he was !, like there's someone like that in here, this place is full of guys who only thinks about how to get the attention of girls, no one care about his future, on one make plans for his life, they just go through it with their empty minds like a giant stupid monsters. Maybe i should re-write this later, just to be more realistic'.. she was whispering to herself while re-reading that part.

"On the other hand, he was handsome; a mixture of paradox, he had very warm features with a hard look in his eyes..., his ignited eyes, they were burning, they go through souls, like he wasn't looking to people, but looking through them. With a gentle smile crossing his face. That made him unexpectable, you can see him laugh, a sarcastic one, or smiling his weird/beautiful smile, but you can never know when he gets angry or sad or being nerves, you can never know what's in his mind. He was a very shy person when it comes to deal with strangers and especially with girls, So most of the time he was isolated.

whispering again, 'seriously girl!, isolated?, did u ever met someone isolated, since you yourself are isolated in this hell-hole u call apartment, duh! ... okay, okay, u must re-write this one too obviously, sooo how about you write a new different story, huh?... shut up, i'm keeping it like this, he's my character not yours.'

" with a very pure soul, one of those people whom you can easily tell what kind of souls they have, you know what they say: "eyes are the windows to the soul", right!, and his soul was an innocent one, like five years old child, that you wonder, "was he a human?" can you ever touch him with the edge of Your finger without breaking him, his fragility was unique, and somehow it created his though character."

'This looks good, for the first time. you can keep it like this. ... shut the hell up, i'm not taking your opinion, this one is perfect and i don't need you to tell me, duh..'She lost her thoughts again after her long stupid fights/discutions with herself, and on that point she just gave up and went to sleep.