Full summary: Narita Shiki is your average college student. Well not really, he's half vampire. He had a twin brother except he's dead and Shiki wants to know who did it. One day he runs into one Kurosaki Ichigo at his nightclub and now he wants to find his killer more than ever.

A/N: Hey, this was just an idea I had one day. I'd really appreciate it if you could tell me what ya think and if I should continue it.

Chapter 1

"Oi."

"Dammit, he ain't paying attention again…" Miki sighed.

"Hey, Shiki!" Miki shouted.

"Huh?" Shiki replied turning his head to see his best friend Arisawa Miki. He had just finished his last final for the day and had zoned out after they had met up. "What's up?" Shiki asked looking up at his friend who was sitting next to him.

"Do you have any more finals today or tomorrow?" Miki asked looking over at Shiki while eating a sandwich.

"Today…no. Tomorrow I have one at 10 and then I'm done," Shiki said shifting into a sitting position. He had been half lying against the wall behind the table they were sitting at.

"Okay, good," Shiki heard Miki say before he started grinning like a maniac and looking over at Shiki who was currently grabbing his books and putting them in his school bag.

"Um…Is something going on that I'm not aware of?" He asked looking down at Miki, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh, it's nothing," Miki replied, somewhat calmer, but still smiling.

"Right. Well, see you tomorrow," Shiki said before leaving the table and heading towards the entrance of the university. Both Shiki and Miki attended Seireitei University. It was located in the middle of a town called Karakura where Shiki had moved after his brother died. Shiki and his brother Hiro were twins. The only way to tell them apart was the color of their eyes. Shiki had dark blue eyes while Hiro had green eyes. Shiki and Miki both had black hair that went down to just past their neck and both were 180cm tall or just under 5'11".

Hmm…I wonder what Miki's planning now? Shiki thought as he left the school.


"Oi! Shiki! Wait up!" Miki yelled. His plan was perfect. No way would Shiki see it coming. Not at all. (please note the sarcasm .)

"What is it Miki?" Shiki asked, turning around when Miki had caught up.

"Want to go to my house to celebrate the end of finals?" Miki asked, starting to break out in a HUGE grin identical to the one he had worn yesterday.

"I don't see why not but…Is there a catch?" asked Shiki, not liking the look on his friends face. Especially considering what had happened in the past when he got that smile on his face. It had always ended badly. Well for him at least. Not that his friend minded in the least of course.

"Nope. No catch but you have to wear what I want you to wear, okay?" said Miki before grabbing Shiki's arm and heading towards his house, not giving him a chance to protest.

"Hey, wait, I never agreed to that! Oi, are you even listening to me? Miki!" Shiki shouted trying to get his friends attention, but to no avail. Now he knew for sure that his friend was planning something. Something that involved him.

"We're here!" announced Miki leading Shiki inside the house. "I'm home mom!" yelled Miki before leading Shiki up the stairs and into his room. Which had a ton of clothes strewn across it.

"Don't cause trouble okay?" shouted Miki's mom.

"We won't! Don't worry!" Miki shouted back before turning to Shiki who was shifting from foot to foot looking at all the clothes.

"Why are there clothes every where?" Shiki asked.

"You'll see~," Miki sang as he headed over to his bed, picking up a dark red button down shirt, black dress pants, a black vest, and a black fedora hat. "Here, change into these," Miki said tossing the clothes to Shiki before turning back to the bed to grab a white button shirt and black dress pants.

"C'mon hurry up and change. Or do you want me to help you?" asked Miki smiling and turning towards Shiki who was quickly backing up.

"I-I'll go change," said Shiki before dashing out the door towards the bathroom that was down the hall.

"He always does things as he pleases…"Shiki muttered closing the bathroom door before changing into the clothes his friend had given him. When he put the vest on he didn't bother to button it, preferring to leave it open.

"You done yet?" Shiki heard Miki shout from RIGHT outside the door. Really RIGHT outside the door.

"Yeah, I'm done," Shiki replied opening the door. "Why do I have to wear this though?" he asked turning to glare at Miki as they walked downstairs.

"You'll see, c'mon or we'll be late!" said Miki pulling Shiki out the door and towards his car.

"Where are we going?" Shiki asked as Miki headed towards the downtown part of Karakura.

"One of the clubs downtown," Miki replied as they pulled into a parking lot.

Shiki sighed before answering. "Why?"

"Because you need to relax," Miki replied before heading towards the line to get into the club.

"I'd be able to relax if you didn't pull crazy plans like this one all the time…" Shiki muttered under his breath looking around at the building that had a line of people in front of it. The building was 3 stories high and a dark grey color. It was also very modern looking, like it hadn't been there long. All the windows were blacked out.

"I heard that," stated Miki half glaring at Shiki.

"Heard what?" asked Shiki shrugging his shoulders and feigning innocence.

"You…" growled Miki before he jumped onto Shiki trying to give him a nuggie.

"Hey! What are you doing? Gah! Stop it!" Shiki said trying to get his friend off, but failing miserably.

"Aw, that's so cute!' squealed one of the girls in front of them in line causing them to both look up.

"Dammit Miki, Get OFF!" shouted Shiki before grabbing Miki and throwing him over his head, where he landed on his back looking confused.

"I didn't know you could fight," commented Miki slowly picking himself up and rubbing his back.

"That hurt ya know."

"Hmmph," was Shiki's reply as he stared ahead at the shrinking line, skulking.

"Next," called one of the bouncers, he had white (grey/silver?) hair and his eyes were closed. The other bouncer had wavy brown hair to his shoulders and was currently yawning. "ID's," said the bouncer with the silver hair.

Shiki and Miki both handed their ID's to the bouncer's to check (you had to be 21 to get in) before they were waved through the doors and into the club. The walls of the club were painted black. The floor was a dark red-brown wood. The tables and bar were black with red flowers painted over the surface. The tables had vases with white roses in them. The D.J. was on the opposite side of the club from the bar, by the door.

"C'mon lets go get something to drink," said Miki grabbing Shiki's arm and tugging him towards the bar.

"Miki, you know I don't drink," Shiki reminded his friend as he continued to be pulled towards the bar.

"Aw, come on one drink isn't gonna hurt," Miki replied turning back to look at his friend.

"And how will we get home if you get smashed and can't drive and I've been drinking too?" asked Shiki raising an eyebrow at his friend as they arrived at the bar.

"Uh…Che, fine. But next time you are so drinking something and I'm brining other people," said Miki as he waved to get the bartenders attention.

"What can I get you?" he asked.

"Jack and coke," replied Miki as he watched the bartender make his drink before walking back over.

"Here ya are," the man replied.

"Thanks," replied Miki, turning to Shiki. "So, what do you think?"

"Hmm? Same as any other club," Shiki replied turning to gaze at the balcony that looked over the main floor of the club. I could have sworn I saw orange hair up there a minute ago, Shiki thought before turning back to Miki who was rambling about his taste in clubs.

"Would you shut up?" questioned Shiki.

Meanwhile:

"Ichigo. Ichigo. C'mon, look over there," said a semi-tall girl with short black hair that was standing by the railing looking at the people on the main floor who strongly resembled a college student who had just arravied. When the man looked up, she was pointing towards the bar. Where he saw…

"Hiro!" exclaimed the man with abnormally bright orange hair. "But…I thought he was dead…" the same man said slumping back.

"C'mon Ichigo, let's go see," said the same black haired girl from before.

"Tatsuki…"

"It won't hurt, c'mon," said the girl named Tatsuki, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door that led to the main floor. "You won't know for sure until you talk to him."

He didn't reply, just followed the girl down to the main part of the club.


"You at least have to dance since you didn't drink anything," whined Miki trying to drag Shiki onto the dance floor from the table they were sitting at.

"Miki, I don't know anyone here," said Shiki frowning as he looked at the bodies on the dance floor. They were all ridiculously close to each other. He always hated going to clubs, people always threw themselves at him left and right.

"Then dance with me!" exclaimed Miki attempting to drag Shiki out to the dance floor again. They were half way between their table and the dance floor when Shiki saw the shock of bright orange hair again.

"Eh? Shiki?" asked Miki confusion clouding his features at his friend's lack of attentiveness. "Shiki, what are you looking at?" Shiki wasn't paying attention. His gaze was locked on the two people walking towards them. One was tall, had bright orange hair and deep chocolate brown eyes. The other was a girl no more than 5 feet tall with black hair. Miki's sister.

"Kurosaki…Ichigo," said Shiki, eyes widening at the sight before them.

"Huh? What are you talking about, Shiki?" asked Miki before he followed Shiki's gaze. "Ah, Tatsuki!" he exclaimed walking over to his sister. "What are you doing here?"

"Me? What would mom do if she knew you were here?" Tatsuki retorted, crossing her arms and looking every bit the part of an older sister.

"Uh…" was all Miki got to say before the man with his sister walked past them to stand in front of Shiki.

"Hiro?" questioned the man Shiki had called Kurosaki Ichigo, tilting his head to the side as if in confusion.

"Hiro…" repeated Shiki sadly. "He died 5 years ago. I'm sorry Kurosaki-san."

Kurosaki's eyebrows tilted down so he looked like he was scowling. "How do you now my name?"

"And why do I look like Hiro right?" Shiki added to his answer, getting a look of shock and then a nod.

"Hiro was my brother. My twin to be exact."

"Then you're…" Kurosaki trailed off, unable to finish.

"Yes, a half-blood," Shiki replied as if it were normal and an everyday thing.