A/n: I've had this on my mind for a while now, and I just now decided to start writing it. I'm glad I did because I think it's going to be really good, or…I hope it will be really good; aw, now I feel insecure! Oh, well, please write reviews!

WARNINGS: Yaoi, language, violence (later chapters), gore (again, later chapters), and AU, slight OOC

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Bleach, or anything else mentioned in this fic.

Everyday, Average

"Ren-chan," Rukia whined, "I'm cold!"

"What would you like me to do about it?" Renji asked as he raised a fine brow and glanced over at his not-really-but-almost-girlfriend.

She smiled softly as she scooted over closer to him. "Hold me," she mumbled as she buried her face in his side. Renji smirked as he threw his arm around her shoulder and turned his attention back to the flat screen television in front of him. Although he found it hard to focus with the Kuchiki girl nuzzling her face into his side, his eyes remained fixated on the screen.

There was a special on real-life vampires that live in society today. "Maniacs," Renji mumbled as he watched people ramble on about how they claimed to be real vampires. How ridiculous! Actual vampires? Everyone knew there was no such thing! He yawned and stretched his free hand into the air as he glanced down at Rukia. "Are you still cold?" he asked as he watched her uncover her face and look up at him.

"Yes," she replied.

"You know where I'm really cold?" Rukia asked, a small smile played at her lips.

"No, but I would like for you to tell me."

"My..." Ring! Ring! Ring! Rukia's cell phone blurted obnoxiously. She let out a loud sigh as she picked it up. "Hello," she answered flatly, anger evident in her tone. She paused for a moment. "Oh, Brother, of course I was not going to be late for dinner!" her tone instantly changed. "Yes, I was on my way out of Renji's when you called!" Another pause. "Okay, goodbye," she said sweetly as she tapped the red button on the screen with her index finger.

Rukia turned to Renji and pouted. "I'm sorry, I've gotta go so early, but Yoruichi-san is over, and you know how brother gets when she's around," she complained with an exaggerated eye roll. Renji smirked as he thought of the dark-skinned woman who made the strong, emotionless Byakuya Kuchiki turn into a weak, spineless man who spoiled his girlfriend rotten.

Renji wrapped an arm around her small waist. "Would you mind if I walked you out?" He winked at her.

"Not at all," she smiled. With that they exited his large loft and got into the elevator.

They walked in silence until they reached Rukia's powder, blue BMW Convertible. "Farewell, my dear," Renji called as she walked ahead of him.

"Why so dramatic? I'm coming back tomorrow," She replied back.

"Why?"

"Because I want to be in your company!" She shouted.

"Are you sure you don't just want this?" Renji teased as he waved his right hand in front of his body. Rukia stuck her tongue out at him in reply; she leaped into the car as she waved at him and slammed the door behind her.

Renji sighed as he walked outside of the parking garage and began towards the small café on the corner of the street.

***

"Hello, sir, may I help you?" A petite girl short, black curls pulled into a ponytail asked Renji. She smiled politely and handed him a menu. Without sparing it a glance, he gave it back to her.

"A large, Red Square and an almond-chocolate biscotti," Renji mumbled. He began to read the thick book he had been given by Izuru Kira, another one of his almost-in-a relationship-but-not friends.

After a few minutes, the small girl came back with a silver tray in her hand. "Here you go!" she said cheerily as she set the tray on the table and stepped back. Renji picked up the large, bowl-like cup and held it up to his nose. He let the steam emitting from the drink waft upwards and into his nose. He then took a sip.

"Mmm," he whispered when he felt the chocolate and raspberry syrup hit his tongue. He then pressed the cup against his chest and let the warmth seep through his thin, silk, button-down shirt. He had just gone back to his book when…

Thump!

"Ah, shit!" Renji shouted as the hot drink soaked his shirt and burned his skin. He stood up and began to fan his stinging chest.

"Ah, I'm sorry, boy," A tall, too-thin man with silver hair whispered as he looked down at him. Renji sneered. "Yeah, whatever," he snapped, not impressed with the man's half-hearted apology. The man opened his once squinted revealing bright crimson irises.

Renji should have been scared, but he wasn't. He was captivated his own rustic colored eyes widened as he stared into that man's eyes. There was something about those eyes that intrigued him. He looked young, but his eyes told a different story; they showed countless years of age, arrogance, power, and an unimaginable amount of cleverness.

Renji opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when the other man broke their gaze. The man then turned and strode out of the café, leaving a bewildered Renji in his wake. The moment the man left the vicinity Renji let out a breath that he did not know he had been holding in. Had that man done something to him? No, that couldn't have been it; there was no such thing as magic and spells.

Even though the man had left, he still felt a strange connection to the man. It was as if he knew exactly where the man was going, and he wanted to follow. Renji shook his head and walked out of the café and set off towards home.

***

Renji sighed as he flopped onto his bed. He felt awful. There was this needy feeling in the pit of his stomach. At first, he thought it was hunger, but soon after eating almost everything in his fridge, he realized that that was not it. Hi stomach churned again. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he groaned as he draped his hand across his eyes. He felt on as if he was on the brink of vomiting.

Renji rolled over onto his left side and began to growl in pain as his stomach lurched. He retched, but held back vomit.

Renji was feeling extremely crappy, and moving only mad it worse. "Ah, I hate this shit!" he yelled at no one in particular as he pulled his black satin sheet over hid head. The cool satin on his bare skin made him feel a bit more at ease. He closed his eyes and slowly, and painfully, he drifted off to sleep.

Maybe things will be better in the morning.


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