OMG!! First story!!! Hope you like it!!

Imangine; Our heroes are Shinigami-powerless. Ichigo became a motorracer and Rukia a normal school kid, meets him one day. She has a brother, Byakuya who forbids her everything with high speed. What will happen if they start to like each other as more than a friend?

Disclaimer: Bleach is form Kubo Tite, not mine sadly.

I'm Dutch, sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes.

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She was always alone. Abandoned by all the other girl and boys in her class. No, the entire school. Only because she was different from the other girls, she was more… … Boyish. Many people called her a tomboy, she'd never care about what they thought. She was who she was. But somehow she slowly started to feel lonely, she realised that when she sat alone on the roof of the school in the lunch break. Just as always, but she only now felt the loneliness. Why? She asked herself, while playing with a lock of her raven like hair, Why am I feeling so lonely? Am I that kind of… … Maybe forgotten? Can it be- She couldn't finish her thought, when she heard a loud bang, she ran downstairs.

She saw a guy, probably only a year or so older than she was. He looked like he was in pain, he leaned against the wall of the school and had a few scratches on his forehead, which she only notice because his spiky, bright orange hair, which got her attention. Strangely she noticed everyone walked in a large arc around him, looking like they all knew him and he was certainly not a nice person in their eyes. Had she missed an important fact about him? Or were their eyes too closed to see he had pain? All she saw was that he probably needed some help, so she ran towards him.

"Ho, missy, are you sure you dare to get any closer?" He said teasing.

"I-I guess so.." She said surprised by his words, "I shouldn't know why not.. Could you tell me?"

"Because I seem to be scary." He didn't knew why everyone thought so either, he was just himself. Though he knew he was reckless and kinda strange. Sometimes, only sometimes!

"Yeah, me too." She said softly no expecting him to hear it, but he did. She knew it as he looked rather surprised.

"You? Why?" He was being just inquisitive.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just answer! I'm trying to act kinda interested here!" She giggled.

"Okay, okay," She said trough the giggles, "It's just that I don't know why I would be scary. They call me a stubborn tomboy or so, but that's it. Not scary if you ask me." The giggles were gone. Totally gone. No more reasons to laugh. It was just the rude truth.

"You don't look like a tomboy.." He said, realising she was really the only one daring to come closer, "Though, you might have the nerves of one.." By saying that he reminded her why she actually came.

"Oh, right! Um, I'm Kuchiki Rukia and I came to look if you needed some help, actually…"

"Kurosaki Ichigo. And thanks but I don't need help." Ichigo tried to stand up, but a terrible pain in his leg hindered that. He was about to fall back on the ground as the felt an arm under his and another one around his waist. He was surprised, again, when he saw the little girl holding him up. She was about thirty centimetre shorter than he was, but still she had the strength to keep him up and didn't seem like she using her full strength at all.

"You do, idiot." Rukia said, looking at his wounded leg, "How did you get injured?"

"None of your business. And don't call me idiot, idiot!" He replied.

"If you don't tell me, I can't help you.."

"My motorcycle crashed, no more details!" He mumbled.

"You have a motor?" She said excited, "Where is it?"

"There, dumb ass, can you look?" He pointed at a red motor, crashed, as he said, and smashed against a tree at least five metres away from them. She really adored it but wondered what make it was, she just couldn't recognised it. So she asked.

"What make is it?"

"What? You like it? It's the Ichigo-make! Made for me only!" He said proud that she liked his own, personal motor. She surely liked it! She was impressed that he had a own motor, and wanted to ask him why, but by staring at it she realised something.

"But.. You flew from totally over there to here and hit the wall?"

"Yeah, you could call it like that."

The school bell rang.

"Oh! Forgotten! I have to take you to the school-doctor. He will bandage you and I'll have to go to my class!" She shocked as she noticed she still carried him, "Can you walk? A bit, just slowly!?"

"Can you carry me, Shorty? I can walk on my own as well!"

"No you can't! I can hold you up without any problems! Now just move on! AND I'M NOT SHORTY!"

He wanted to shout back, but he somehow couldn't find the strength to, "Alright.." He sighed and made a pace, it didn't hurt that much, so he just walked trough. Sometimes he stopped for a moment but he didn't show any pain. They said nothing any more and went to the school's doctor office.

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The second bell rang and the teacher, Ochi Misato, entered the class local. She checked if everyone was back in class.

"Hmm. Does anyone know where Kuchiki is?"

"Ah, our tomboy hang out with that motor-crosser, Ichigo, he might have kidnapped her, Ochi-sensei!" The whole class started to laugh at the comment from Abarai Renji.

"I see, she'll be back soon.." Their teacher said, making them all stop laughing and continued with the lesson.

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"Ah, Kuchiki-san! Who did you bring?" Said the doctor when Rukia came inside with a, for him, unknown boy on her shoulders.

"Hello Hanatorou! This is Ichigo, his motorcycle crashed near here, so I thought you might take a look at his injuries." She explained.

"Of course. Put him on the bed." Hanatorou walked to a closet and took some doctor-stuff, which neither Rukia nor Ichigo really trusted. He hated doctors, so did she but she knew Hanatorou was trustable. Much to their relief Hanatorou put that back and took another box with some bandages in it. Rukia helped Ichigo on the bed ignoring the many times he said he could do it himself. Hanatorou smiled as he watched the two. Rukia sat down on a wooden chair while Hanatorou checked Ichigo and bandaged his wounds.

"You know you can go to your class now." Ichigo said.

"I know, but I don't."

"Why not? I can make it on my own now, thanks."

"You're way to stubborn to make it on your own without doing something stupid to open your wounds again."

"Ts, not true…"

"True!"

"Children go fight somewhere else, I'm done with the bandages."

"Yeah, thanks you too."

"No problem, that's what doctors are for!.."

"Thank you anyway, Hanatorou." Said Rukia, and she walked to the door, "And Ichigo if you can do everything on your own, try to walk than.." Ichigo tried, with a face showing no emotion or pain, he walked toward Rukia and they walked away.

"You see, no problem!" He said.

"I see… … Where do you live? And how about your motor?"

"Oho, who says your coming with me?"

"I do!"

"Won't your class miss you?"

"No, except Ochi-sensei no one would even care."

"Well.., Okay.. I live in the house with the clinic next to it. It's pretty nearby, maybe you know it?"

"I guess so… I guess it's even pretty near my house… And you motor? I mean how do you get it home?"

"Don't know. I don't even know what's wrong with it."

"Let's go take a look then.."

"What? Can you repair it or something?"

"Maybe, yes I can.." She stood on her toes planning to sprint to the motor, but then she realised that Ichigo couldn't run like that, "Right, let's walk to your motor…"

"O-okay…"

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OMG!! Still hoping you liked it!!

When I re-read it it looked more like a dialogue than a story. Funny (not really) My teachers always said the same when I wrote a story for school.

I'll try to make it more story-like the next chapter!!

Review please!