Keep in mind this fic is AU so everyone's human. I know, boring right? lol...so I'm gonna say they're all around the ages of 21-24...instead of the actual 150-170 lol...anyway enjoy=)

The cab's wheels screeched in protest as the car was directed to the side of the street, the doors opening in haste as the four rowdy boys moved excitedly to towards their destination. Walking briskly, side by side, the four boys caught the eyes of almost every passer by in the area, heads turning to take in their outlandish appearances. Of course, it was near impossible not to notice an angry looking man with a shave head, a pretty boy with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, a black haired punk with the number 69 tattooed on his face, and last but not least a tall, tan tattooed red-head, whose long, spiky hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Not only did they attract a lot of attention because of their abnormalities, but with their good looks and confident strides as well, as they strolled down the wide side walk like they owned the place.

As they continued to walk to their destination they attracted, yet again, more attention with their loud comments and their escalating laughter. They soon approached their destination, the music booming from inside, almost shaking the ground as the beat thumped through the speakers. The large night club, labeled in neon lettering with the name 'Blaze', stood sandwiched between two swanky tattoo parlors…which was convenient for the lush tattooed men when one would decide in a drunken haze to tattoo, say…I don't know…the number 69 on his face, which, said lush never lived down.

The waiting line for the popular night club spanned down the expanse of the side walk, past numerous shops, where it then wrapped itself around the side of the building situated on the corner of the street. This, however, did not faze the four men, as they walked straight towards the entrance, pulling out their IDs, and smirking when they heard the groans and complaints of the people in line, when they flashed the bouncers their VIP cards. The two, large bouncers, who once stood side by side with their arms crossed over their brooding chests, blocking the entire entrance, moved aside with smiles as they opened the door politely for the VIPs. The four boys said their thanks before looking back one last time to snicker at the jealous party goers, who were, most likely standing there for hours….and would most likely be standing there for more…bet they wish they had connections. Immersing themselves inside the dark nightclub, the four boys' eyes adjusted to the constant blinking lights and the sight of pools of bodies swaying carelessly to the music.

Taking in everything before them, each made a mental choice to head straight over to the bar, of course, and ordered numerous shots a piece, challenging each other to finish theirs the quickest, leaving them all more than slightly buzzed, as their moods lightened dramatically. Next, they all decided to order a beer, like usual, as each went their separate way…scoping the area for their prey, running their eyes over every scantily clad woman within eyesight. Renji leaned against one of the walls of the nightclub, and just laid back watching the scene unfold before him while he gulped down his beer. His eyes took in every action that happened out on the dance floor…girls dancing provocatively with their friends, two drunken men getting in each others faces yelling threats and insults, a middle aged man by the bar attempting to pick up a twenty something woman, and failing miserably….night clubs are all the same, Renji concurred mentally.

Actually, what he does at nightclubs is always the same…shots with the boys, rounds upon rounds of beers, hitting up the VIP booth to smoke a joint, more shots, dancing with sluts, more shots, cussing out cocky ass guys who get in his face, visiting the club owner for some decent conversations, buying shots for his girl of choice, maybe taking said girl home, sometimes waking up naked with a headache that could kill a horse. Nothing ever stood out to him in night clubs….nothing really caught his attention, all the fights the same, all the dancing the same, and all the girls the same. Renji already figured out that there were three types of women who went to nightclubs…the easy ones who usually looked like porn stars, the drunken messes who probably didn't know where they were and the carefree, clearheaded ones who just came to dance. And Renji knew how to deal with each and every one of them…he played each like a finely tuned instrument….if he wanted to, of course.

He knew what to do with the ones who looked like porn stars….they liked it when he asserted his masculinity on them, like scaring off dirty old men who were harassing them or letting them feel his biceps and muscular abs, if one won't work, he observed, the other one will. And with the drunken messes…it was important to give off the vibe of someone who cares, catching them as they stumbled and buying them water to make them feel better. As for the care free ones who came to dance, all he had to do was keep up and compliment their dancing or their figures…worked every time. Of course, Renji didn't take a girl home every time he went clubbing, just some nights when he felt like it…he wasn't easy and his standards were abnormally high…that and he also enjoyed catching them in his web and releasing them…it was all about the race, not so much the prize waiting at the finish line. Feeling the heat of someone's gaze on him, Renji located the dancing girl who was eyeing him, and just as he was about to approach her, the doors opened wide, puzzling him, he knew the crowd was too packed to let the waiting line in, it would be at least another hour. Renji blinked, focusing his eyes at the ajar entrance, as three beautiful girls walked in one after the other, in high heels and outfits that accentuated their curves to each one of their liking.

The first girl that walked, or should he say, bounced through the door was a tall, blonde bombshell wearing a tight red spaghetti strap dress, that was obviously too small for her huge breasts, as they pushed insistently against the tight fabric, the top of her breasts revealed completely. Renji sipped his beer and chuckled, she's one of those easy girls who look like porn stars, smiling at the fact that he was definitely right considering the way she strolled up to the nearest guy, pressing her fabric covered breasts against his chest as she whispered mischievously in his ear. In came the next girl, a cute busty red head, whose outfit was way less scandalous, as she was dressed in a purple dress that passed her knees, the top being shaped like a tee shirt, covering her cleavage from anyone's view.

Renji smirked when she clapped excitedly shaking her head to the music…and there it is, he thought, she's the type that just came here to dance. Feeling more than ever confident about his rule, Renji concluded that the next girl would be the drunken mess…after she started drinking, of course. Renji watched intently as the red head reached back to tug on the last girl's arm, bringing her into Renji's view. His breath caught as his eyes landed on the last girl, who was dragged into the club, stumbling forward a bit, fighting against her friend's grip, as she attempted to lead them to the dance floor. He focused his eyes entirely on the girl, everything else seemed to fade away, all he saw was just an empty space leading to the small girl who was glancing around the club.

Her wide, beautiful violet eyes blinked at her surroundings, her soft pink lips drew into a pout, her silver lip piercing flashed in the light, her silky midnight tresses rested teasingly on her shoulders, her skin as beautiful and white as newly fallen snow. Renji eyes searched up and down her lithe form, taking in the way her simple, black cocktail dress, clung to her body, hanging on by just thin straps, which pushed up her small breasts. She was tiny, he noted, but gorgeous…and that dress she was wearing showed off the amazing curves she had, as it stopped just above the middle of her thigh, revealing her perfect legs that were elongated by the elegant black high heels she wore.

Forgetting all about the girl on the dance floor, who was now eyeing him with a pout, Renji's eyes narrowed on the petite girl as she made her way to the bar, visibly sighing. Okay, he thought, she must've had a bad day…and now's she's going to drown her sorrows with liquor, making my thesis correct, in about 20 minutes she will be the drunken mess, she just has to be. This means, he smirked, I should be able to take her home tonight. Renji was actually surprised that he was so attracted to her…even with other girls, before he picked them up, they were usually at random or he was thrust into a situation where they would meet.

He watched with curiosity as the raven haired beauty plopped on the bar stool, leaning in to request a drink from the bartender, blinking in surprise when she ordered a simple beer, the same one he was drinking, actually. That's weird, he thought, usually her type would immediately order strong shots, asking the bartender to keep it coming as the men around ogled their next prey. But this girl, simply sipped at the beer, tilting the bottle when it came into contact with her lush lips, as she swallowed the ice cold liquid. Well, that's not a problem, he boasted, maybe she's just easing into the stronger stuff, judging by her size she's probably a light weight he shrugged to himself, as he made his way over to the vacant seat next to her. Just then, about halfway to his destination some cocky bastard sat on the seat next to her, leaning in close, striking up a conversation with the clearly disinterested girl.

She visibly sighed again, chugging down her beer, looking straight ahead of her as the creep next to her continued to eye her and chat in a low voice. Renji felt his blood boil, who the hell does this guy think he is…? As he now stomped angrily towards the man, he watched as the creep decided to put his arm around her, pulling her in close to him…Renji's fists clenched…the creep kept his contact insistently even when she shrugged out of his hold and pushed him away, declining his advances. Renji noted, though, that she kept her cool…holding her chin up and refusing to loose her temper. The creep, however, could not take no for an answer, and guys like that just pissed Renji off…can't they tell they're not wanted, that the girls don't like what they do?

Feeling his temper rise higher as he watched the guy grab her wrist, to which, Renji gaped, the small girl rose to her feet and flipped the man by twisting his arm, he fell dead hard to the ground as she simply spat out something and returned to calmly drinking her beer. What the fuck…was that? Renji asked himself, his mouth hanging open in shock. Renji smirked….okay, I've never seen that happen before, she's tough as hell, he observed, making his way to the now vacant stool, getting close enough to bump roughly into the angry creeps shoulder as he called her a bitch and stormed off.

To which, she replied in a condescending tone, "I know you are, but what am I?"

"Uhh…." Renji interjected, sitting on the stool next to her. "Someone who needs better comebacks." He laughed, "I mean…what are you five?"

"Shut up!" The girl blushed, clearly flustered as she shot him a quick sneer, before turning her gaze back to him, their eyes meeting.

"Well…..what would you have said then?" She asked, clearly trying to redeem herself.

"Ummm….something along the lines of….I don't float that way…" he chuckled, sipping more of his beer.

He smiled when he watched her lips curve into an amused smirk, when she heard his comment.

"Well…." She said, turning her view, once again, straight ahead of her, "You know what I mean…"

"Well…if I were you…I wouldn't said something like 'you're just mad cause the only action you're gonna get tonight is from your hand, you pathetic fuck,'" Renji suggested, chuckling when she began to laugh softly.

"But damn, you handled yourself pretty well," he added, stuffing pretzels into his mouth.

"Just pretty well? I kicked his sorry ass!" She gloated raising her fist in front of her, making Renji laugh at her outburst. "Hey take it easy with those; you wouldn't wanna break a nail or anything…" Renji added, watching her smirk return. "Ha! Don't be so cocky…I could take you." Rukia bragged, sneering at him teasingly. He couldn't believe how natural this was, usually he had to think of things to say to girls before he opened his mouth, but around her…he felt like he could be himself, and without analyzing anything…just simply having fun. He felt kind of flustered as he looked down at his beer, he felt different, he almost choked when the 'smitten' crossed his mind, and he flung that thought away as he continued their conversation. "Are you threatening me?" he teased.

"Yeah," she responded instantly, just after he said it…making him flustered by all the teasing.

"Ha…I bet you couldn't even chug a beer as fast as me, let alone kick my ass…" he challenged, knowing by now that she was the type to take the bait. Just like him, he noted. "Yeah? Well, loser buys the winner 6 shots of vodka," she stated, talking like a professional trickster. Unnoticed to Renji how his mind never even conjured up the thought that it would be easy to turn her into the messy drunk by throwing the contest, that way he could demand a rematch, loose again and get her drunk enough where going home with him would be a good idea. But, Renji was too busy, entranced in this girl next to him.

"Deal," Renji said firmly, shaking her hand when she reached for his own. Noticing with a sigh how soft her hands were, and the tingling that ran through his body at the simple contact.

Rukia easily caught the busy bartender, asking from him two beers, and to set up a line containing 6 shots of vodka between them. Picking up the beers, they counted out loud together, one…two…three, as the couple tilted their beers high in the air, chugging the cold contents in extreme haste. Renji gulped down the liquid faster than he thought he could, looking at Rukia from the corner of his eye, taking in the way she focused on the task intently, sucking down the beer, making him think how good it would feel to have her on her knees between his legs, sucking on something else. Snapping out of his dirty thoughts Renji focused on the task at hand, feeling the last stream of alcohol flow down his throat, he and Rukia both slammed the bottles down on the hard bar, at the same time. Gasping for air, the two composed themselves trying to remember who finished first, and came to the sudden conclusion that it was a tie.

"Okay. Wanna try again? I think you cheated." He commented, signaling the bar tender for another round.

"What? How can you cheat at a chugging contest?" Rukia exclaimed, becoming too defensive.

"I saw you pour some on the floor before we started…" He accused falsely, sliding the new beer closer towards her. "Don't act all innocent." He finished, gripping his new bottle of beer.

"You are so full of shit…" She laughed, watching him smirk softly as well, her eyes tracing the feature of his face intently, she couldn't help but think he was handsome, anyone would. Her mind droned to the man sitting next to her as round two of the chugging contest continued. Gulping down the liquid, the two tried not to spit out the beer when their eyes made contact. Both looked away, continuing to race one another with equal resolution, both knew they had their pride at stake…even in a minuscule competition like this. The liquid disappeared down their throats, the sound of the bottles banging in unison, at the exact same time on the bar made the two sigh in frustration. The third competition started and ended with the same results.

"Can we just split the shots, three for each of us?" Rukia asked, finally giving up, it was getting ridiculous.

"Yeah, sounds good," Renji agreed, slapping down money on top of her loose bills on the counter top, which the bartender collected immediately. Watching with amusement as the petite girl downed the three shots, quicker than he thought she could…but then again, he shouldn't be surprised considering she tied with him three times in a chugging contest. Gulping down the searing liquid himself, Renji felt that dull thrum inside of his stomach that signaled him getting about 5 shots away from drunk. Rukia was indeed starting to get tipsy, he could tell by the red that crept up her beautiful face, and she was laughing easily at the stupid things he was saying…ultimately she was letting her guard down, making Renji smirk…remembering now that he forgot his original intention…to get her wasted, prove his theory right, and get laid in the process.

Offering to buy her about 10 shots in the course of ten minutes would do it, Renji thought, which is exactly what he did. Then He joined her as they raced to finish the three shots of tequila that was placed, by his request, in front of both of them…which, of course, they tied…again.

By now, he was completely drunk, he felt light headed and warm, his hands moving around the bar aimlessly, watching in a haze as rukia appeared in the same condition. They made small talk, by now exchanging their names in a slur, but they understood each other…because they were both at the same place right now, drunk of their asses. In fact, when her tipsy blonde friend and sober, but exhausted red head friend came over to announce they wanted to go, Rukia said she'd get herself a taxi later because she didn't want to…how did she put it?…leeb yet. Renji was thrown into fits of laughter, her joining in as well, noticing her own drunken slur of speech. Dragging him by the hand, Rukia led Renji, quite collectively, to the dance floor, where he was driven even crazier by the small woman. With her arms in the air above her head, Rukia swayed her hips seductively to the music, grinding slightly, almost teasingly…against his crotch. Her soft bottom creating light friction as she ground back into him, his hands resting on her slim hips as they followed the rhythm.

The way she danced, even though she stumbled some because of the alcohol, was elegant. She wasn't dancing scandalously or provocatively, she was dancing sensually, rolling her hips and biting her bottom lip as she ruffled her hair with her hands, her body pushing against his own. He was entranced by the beauty before him, she was like an angel, he observed. Sliding his hand to her lower stomach, caressing the fabric covered skin, causing Rukia to mew, neither noticed over the music as it enveloped their senses completely..

Girl, What ya drinking
Gone let it sink in
Here for the weekend
Thinking, we can
See what we can be if we press fast foward
Just one more round
If you're down, I'm for it
Fill another cup up
Feeling on your butt-What?
You don't even care now
I was unaware
How fine you was before my buzz set in
(My buzz set in)

Rukia felt dizzy. She felt good, she could feel Renji's hard body pressed flush up against her back, feeling the muscles in his chest and stomach flex and relax as he moved with her to the beat, she felt like they were floating above the dance floor.

Blame it on the Goose (goose)
Got you feeling loose (loose)
Blame it on Petron ('tron)
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Tap
Gotcha feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol

Renji's mind swirled, it felt like his stomach was on fire, the bass pumping the floor of the club, people all around them, but he couldn't sense them, as she pushed back against him harder, making him harder. He'd never wanted any girl as bad as he wanted the writhing and swaying one against him.

Oooh, see?
She spilled some drink on me
And now I'm knowing she's tipsy
She put her body on me
And she keep staring me right in my eyes
No telling what I'm gone do
Baby, I would rather show you
What you been missing in your life
When I get inside

Renji couldn't take it anymore, grabbed her small wrist with his large hand and led her stumbling, drunk self up the flight of stairs, with much hassle…as he kept tripping himself, gripping her wrist and the railing tighter as he led her to the VIP room. Arriving at the door, Renji dug into his pockets, fumbling around for the pass that would allow him and Rukia inside the lavished room. Gripping the pass, Renji presented it to the large bouncer, slurring that Rukia was with him, as the doors opened for him, noticing that the room was empty, he fumbled with the lock until he locked it successfully, the blood pounding in his ears as he could hear the music thrum faintly through the walls.

Girl I know you feel good
Just like you look
Couple more shots
You open up like a book
I ain't tripping
(Cause I'mma read ya)
I ain't tripping
(I just wanna please ya)
I'mma take a shot of *Nuvo
Shawty didn't you know
It's going down
And we can go and kick it like Judo
You know what I mean

Tugging at his hand, Rukia pulled Renji towards her, her arms wrapping instantly around his neck, as their lips finally collided. Both moaned when their lips met, turning from a sloppy meeting of lips to a sensual mating as Rukia felt her legs move, of their own volition, backwards, leading them to the couch, Renji's lips never leaving hers as he followed her lead. He couldn't think, he couldn't think….all he could do was feel. Feel her soft lips move teasingly against his own, feel their tongues mash and taste on another, feel her legs wrap tightly around his waist, as he laid over her on the couch. Whimpers were pulled from her lips as Renji responded with more enthusiasm, his hand rubbing and gripping her thigh, teasing the soft skin there. She gasped, when he moaned and ground himself between her legs, creating an addicting friction that made her even wetter, as she reached down, struggling to undo the button on his jeans.

Surprised at her bold movement, Renji moved his lips from hers making her whimper at the loss, and began to suck expertly on her neck, nipping her smooth skin only to ease the sting with strokes of his tongue, making her buck against him. Renji felt weird…there was this feeling at the pit of his stomach that traveled up his spine and erupted in his brain, guilt. He didn't know why he felt guilty, she wanted this too…it's not like he was taking advantage of her, he was drunk too…plus, he argued with himself…this is different, she's different.

Then his eyes snapped open in realization, just as Rukia unbuttoned his jeans, reaching for the zipper quickly. He caught her hand, she's different…she deserves more than dirty, demeaning sex on a VIP couch, she definitely deserves more than this, he sighed. Damn his good intentions.

Rukia's eyes searched Renji's as he sat up, buttoning his pants, Rukia closed her legs when he got on his knees, before leaving the couch. Feeling doused with cold water and slightly sober, the realization of almost having unadulterated sex with a stranger on a couch made her feel ashamed. But most of all, she felt rejected…she was thinking he came to his senses, because the impression she made on him was no better than an easy, slutty girl…and she didn't blame him for being disgusted, she was disgusted herself . Before Renji gathered the courage to face her, Rukia jumped to her feet that felt like jello, and ran past him, slamming the door behind her. Leaving a shocked and utterly guilt-ridden Renji behind, staring blankly at the closed door, before forcing his unsteady legs into a run.

He saw her raven hair as she maneuvered through the crowd, whizzing around bodies, desperately running towards the exit. Running as fast as his thrumming legs would take him, Renji caught up to her as she smashed the door open, stopping quickly to take her heels off, and holding them by their ankle straps in one hand she sprinted faster down the sidewalk past oblivious drunks. Smashing through the door behind her, Renji yelled her name, running even faster, pushing himself as hard as he could to catch up to the sprinting girl. The cold night air whipped against her face, attempting to dry the silent tears that dripped from her watering eyes. The ground spun dizzily under her, Rukia ignored the scenery around her, making cars screech to abrupt stops as horns blared at the crazy runners that crossed when they were supposed to wait. Renji began to yell her name in a panic, he was scared to death, Rukia had almost got herself run over as she sailed across the busy intersection.

"RUKIA! STOP! RUUUUUKKKIIIAAA!" He begged, wanting so bad to turn back the clock, and instead of taking her to the room, he should've called her a taxi, and asked for her number…like any decent person would. Guilt clenched his heart as he panted, forcing himself more than ever, feeling a muscle pull in his leg he winced, but bit back the pain with the adrenaline coursing though his veins.

Rukia faintly heard Renji calling her name behind her, but she couldn't face him…she pushed herself faster, feeling ashamed and guilty. And in her drunken haze Rukia approached a crosswalk, the bright red hand that signaled for no pedestrian crossing blurred into the back of her mind as she continued on. In a sea of headlights all around her, Rukia could only see the end of the crosswalk ahead of her. Renji screamed her name louder than he'd ever screamed in his life, and running faster than he ever thought he could, Renji yanked Rukia roughly by her wrist, jerking her backwards against his chest as they fell to their bottoms on the safe sound of screaming brakes, horns blaring, bodies slamming on the asphalt, and blinding white lights filled Rukia's vision as everything twirled around her.

The car's wheels smoking from the sudden stop just where her body would've been, had Renji not pulled her out of the street in the nick of time. Her body was racked with nerves, in utter shock and disbelief of what just occurred, she almost got hit by the speeding car. Renji's arms were around her waist, her back pressed tightly to his chest as he panted and caught his breath behind her. The moment Renji opened his mouth to ask Rukia if she was okay, the sweaty large man in the crappy car stuck his fist out the window, shouting at her.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM, YOU CRAZY BITCH? YOU FUCKING CROSSED WHEN I HAD A GREEN LIGHT! I COULD'VE KILLED YOU, YOU DUMB CUNT!" He screamed out the window, spit projecting as he barked at her, his neck fat wiggling with the movement of his mouth.

"YEAH SHE'S ALRIGHT! THANKS FOR ASKING YOU FAT FUCK!" Renji yelled, his anger replacing his shock and worry, he wasn't about to have some scumbag talk to her like that, it was an accident. All Rukia could do was stare blankly at the driver as he and Renji exchanged insults and threats, that echoed into the night air, catching people's attention. Anger rose quickly in Renji as the greasy man continued to instigate him, calling him names and insulting Rukia, while she sat there in fear and shock. Renji ultimately pissed the guy off to the point where he slammed on his gas, the car speeding down the street, leaving behind black smoke and the smell of burning tires.

He needed to tend to her. Helping her to her wobbly feet, Renji examined her body for any type of injuries, noticing the bubbling bruises and the bleeding cut on her legs, "Are you okay, Rukia? Does it hurt?" he asked with concern, looking into her eyes. Rukia felt stupid, and embarrassed. She almost got herself killed, and worst of all Renji could've been hurt, or even killed as well. She started to regret running away in the first place. "I'm so sorry, Renji…" she apologized, tears slipping from her eyes as she limped past him, on the ankle that wasn't swollen. "No, no…Rukia. Stop it, you're hurt…let me help you." He offered, grabbing her arm gently to stop her from walking any further. "I understand you're mad at me, and I'm sorry. It was wrong to take advantage of you like that…" He said, his eyes staring sincerely at her own.

"What…? I'm not mad at you, Renji. I thought…I thought when you stopped it meant you were disgusted by me…and I don't blame you, you must think I'm a whore…" she cried, turning her face from him and trying to relieve her arm from his grasp, but it only tightened. Renji laughed, utterly shocked, he couldn't believe that's what she thought, now he understood why she was so desperate to get away from him, not because she was mad, but because she felt ashamed.

"What…?" he blinked, "Rukia, it's not like that at all, I stopped because I knew you deserved better, and there I was… just taking advantage of you when you were wasted, if anyone should feel ashamed it's me.." he stated, her eyes searching his own.

"Renji, I was there too…I knew what I was doing…you were just as drunk as me…you didn't take advantage." She assured, smiling some.

Renji sighed loudly, breathing into his hands with irritation, as his hands then dropped by his sides.

"This is so fucked up, Rukia…can we please just put all this behind us…and start over…maybe?" he asked, searching her face, hoping that she would give him another chance. His heart sinking when her smile dropped and she paused a long time, just thinking in silence.

"Nah, you're not really my type." She smirked, chuckling at his exasperated expression.

"What the fuck?" he laughed with a hint of sadness, "you're got to be joking…" Rukia burst into laughter at the look on his face; he took her teasing comment so seriously. "I'm just kidding! Of course we can start over. Wanna grab a coffee with me…uh, what's your name?" she asked playfully, and Renji sighed in relief.

"I'd love to get some coffee…and nice to meet you, I'm Renji Abarai…" he smiled, holding his hand out, to which she grasped in her own, shaking his hand like it was their first time meeting. With her eyes staring straight into his as she introduced herself…

"Rukia Kuchiki."

Renji's jaw dropped, as he sputtered in shock making Rukia frown in confusion as his hand pulled away from her friendly grip. "Um, wait…what did you say your last name was again?" he asked, hoping he had just heard it wrong. Rukia furrowed her brows, wondering what was so significant about her name that had him waiting intently for her reply.

"Kuchiki," She said firmly

Okay, calm down, Renji told himself…I'm sure there's plenty of people with the last name Kuchiki in this city, there could be no relation at all and I'm making a big deal out of nothing. Taking a deep breath Renji spit out the question, hoping with all his might that he'd receive the answer he wanted.

"Do you have a brother…? And if so what's his name? And where does he work…?"

Rukia gaped at him, what's with all the questions; she thought. Why is he so curious about brother? Only one way to find out Rukia's mouth opened to speak, Renji's eyes watching her lips as his ears focused on her reply, blocking out the sounds of the bustling city around them.

"Ummm…okay. Since you must know, I do have an older brother…" Renji's mouth gaped open.

"Whose name is Byakuya Kuchiki." his heart beat wildly in his chest, the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

"And he is the owner of that large publishing company called Seretetei that's just a couple of blocks from here…why do you ask?" Renji's heart felt like it dropped into his stomach, he was in utter shock of what she just told him. It can't be…it can't be, he denied in his head.

"OH MY GOD!" Renji yelled, accentuating each word, with panic written all over his face.

Rukia blinked, what was the big deal… "What, do you know him or something….? She asked curiously, deeply intrigued thinking of how he could possibly know her brother.

"Do I know him, you ask…" he paused, to let out a bitter laugh, "YEAH, I know him. He's my damn BOSS!" Renji exclaimed flailing his arms in the air for emphasis, making Rukia's jaw drop and her eyes widen in disbelief. Oh god, what had she gotten herself into…which was the exact same thing Renji was thinking at that moment.

Well, that was fun to write. For some reason I just jumped into writing numerous stories right when I joined this website…it was like I've always had these complete ideas, I just never wrote them down on paper before. Well, anyway hope you enjoyed it. I'm attempting to make this a multi-chaptered story, but I lose interest easily so I hope I can finish it in due time. But I know the next chapter should be up in about a couple of days. Anyway, you probably already know this, but the song I used in the chapter is called Blame It by Jamie Foxx. Just thought it was appropriate.

Thanks for reading, loves=)