Disclaimer: the only bleach I own is in a white jug. I have no ownership on the original story or characters of Bleach: the manga or any animated versions of it.
This is my first time actually writing a fanfiction for this site, although I usually do lots of fanart.
Right now I'm a little stuck in my story and rather vague with it's layout. So if any of you have suggestions for it or questions, feel free to comment.
This is totally a Ichi-Ruki story, I want to keep it as true as possible to the characters. I'd like to categorize it as Romance, but keep in mind, these two aren't very romantic... well, not with each other anyways.

Plausible tittle: "Never like, always has been"
(sounds good? On with the story!)

Was this a prophetic dream? Something he fantasized?
No this could not have been some childish fantasy. Never would the though have ever cross his mind.
What did this all mean?

After having drifted off to sleep, he first remembered music. A lovely waltzing melody. He only heard it, but could not see anything.
When his dreams started to show images, it took him a moment to recognize the place.

It was his inner world.
But much too dark, as if there was no sun, only moon to light his plain.
Acknowledging the sounds his ears detected, he searched in the shadows to find it's source. Although he did recognize the place as his inner world, he only
visited it when it was day there, cloudy or sunny. He would only hear the voices of Zangetsu, it's hollow side, or of the wind. It was never dark, and his
orld was never shown the beauty of music. Even this piece, he himself had never heard before in his life.

It was captivating.
He headed in the direction of it's source. Soon enough, he found a window, in one of the many odd buildings, illuminating. Like if it were a party he wasn't
invited to, in his own home, he came up to the window to peer inside.
A private party indeed. Inside the abandoned building, two lone figures approached each other, slowly, step by step. Until one offered his hand. The figures
were engulfed in light, only distinguished by their shadows, were recognizable only when the shadows merged, unveiling their identity.

"Rukia!"
he voiced. Surprised and pleased to find a familiar face. She did not react to his breaking of silence. The volume of the melody overpowered that of his voice.
The other figure was not immediately recognized. It was so light that he almost seemed to merge with the brightness of the room. He felt as though he was
very familiar with it. It's contrast gave him the impression that it's appearance and figure were very similar to his own. He wondered if he was observing
himself take the delicate Rukia's hand for a dance.
All wonder ceased when he made eye contact. An evil yellow glowed in it's black eyes and a sinister grin drew to it's lips as it acknowledged the
presence on the other side of the glass wall.
His standard frown creased even more. The though of these two facing each other on their own felt almost backstabbing. The look in it's eyes almost screamed
evil intentions as it held her even tighter, almost claiming her. He banged on the glass franticly, "NIGERO!...RUuuuKIAaaa!" hoping she'd hear him this time.
Shock spread on her face, appearing to notice his sudden outburst. She made no efforts to make any eye contact, only froze in place. That was when it leaned
down towards her to fulfill it's need of their meeting. It opened it's mouth some, revealing it's hungry teeth and licked it's lips.

"IYADDE!" (trnsl:no) Startled, he woke up. Sitting up immediately on his bed.
Rukia also sat up, startled. She was sitting on the ground,resting at the edge of the bed. Her hand had jumped off from the arm she
was healing with kido. Until she dozed off that is.
He stared at her, very perplexed, at his surroundings, his room, back and forth.
Finally soaking in the reality of the situation, he took a peak at his clock. "4:00 AM". His vision turned back to the girl next to his bed.
"Rukia?...What are you..doing...here?" His hesitance showing, still seeming lost.
Since they woke, she had only been watching him re adapt to his surroundings until his nerves calmed.
"eh?"
She sounded. Momentarily forgetting where she was, she looked at her hand, as though asking it why it was on his arm when she woke.
"Oh, I was healing a wound you got in the nights battle, when I dozed off. I guess I was also too worn out that using my kido drained me."

Sighing, he lay back down. Satisfied of such a truthfully answer. Unhappy that she pushed herself too hard. She shouldn't have exhausted herself like she did.
Too tired to begin any argument, he only said "It's pretty late, and we're both tired, why don't you get back to bed". Silence held for a moment.
In this time, she absorbed what had happened and tensed a bit. "Hai" she replied.
Slowly, she stood up and turned to head out to the room she shared with the other girls. She paused before closing the door behind her... "Goodnight" she spoke softly.
His gaze turned to the door as he pondered. Was that a... dream? ... So weird... Why did I see all that... why was she there?.
He covered his face with his hands, closing his eyes. "...What's ... happening with me?"
End chapter one

estimated translation: Run away/ get away (I think)