Disclaimer: I do not own "Bleach" by Tite Kubo nor any of the lyrics used in this entire fan fiction, need I say more?
You better hang on if you're tagging along
Cause we'll be doing this 'till 6 in the morning
Nothing wrong with going all night long
Tough to put the brakes on,
Doesn't matter when you'd rather
Get up, and go out
Me and all my friends
We drink up, we fall down
And then we do it all again
Just sitting around, hanging out this afternoon
- Nickelback
Rukia was in trouble. Yep. Deep, deep trouble. Reeeaaaallly big trouble.
If it isn't because she was about to be charged with noise disturbance, (okay maybe the music was a bit too loud, but come on, its a Friday night!)
... or for serving alcohol to minors (they were on private property, surely that's allowed?)
... or emotionally blackmailing a police officer, (what the hell had Hinamori been thinking?!)
... or illegal possession of fireworks (hey, that was not her idea! Damn Kuukaku-san...)
... or arson (Stupid Senbonzakura, always causing mayhem & chaos around him...)
... or kidnap (oh come ON! She didn't even partake in that! Why couldn't Inoue be a bit more orthodox?)
... or assault (alright, so she did partake in that...)
...then she would be surely be when Nii-sama would return from his vacation to find his home harvested with dozens of totally trashed teenagers and the media just waiting sink their teeth into his reaction upon Rukia Kuchiki's imminent arrest - which was less in... oh... about 24hrs.
Yes, siree. No doubt about it - she was in trouble.
Why me? She found herself asking at this very moment. Why me, Lord? I'm not a bad person, well at least, I try not to be. I always try to be the best person I can be; I don't lie, or steal, or cheat - well, at least not until tonight anyway... I have wonderful friends and always try to help them out the best I can, so why is this happening to me? This wasn't even my idea! My suggestion was that we should have a quiet night together, but nooooooooooooo... Senbonzakura didn't like the idea; spoiled prat. Instead, he demands for us to have a party and of course, Shirayuki offered to have it here! Goddammit, why ME?!
From her childhood to now, Rukia had found her cousins to always be such a pain in the ass- from their crazy antics, to stringing her along and put her smack-bang in the middle, and then leaving her to have to clean up the mess; it was fair to say that she was fed up with it.
Although, this time in all fairness, Rukia would willingly admit she was somewhat responsible for her current predicament.
I bet this was Ryuuken Ishida's doing. She pondered somewhat bitterly, as she tried to figure out who might be responsible for putting her in such a degrading situation. Always a stick in the mud; he probably resents me for encouraging his son to pursue a career in fashion & design, rather than taking on the family business.
Or perhaps it was Sousuke Aizen because Senbonzakura set fire to his butterfly collection; a voice added, allowing another suspect to come to mind. But why do I have to be punished? Oh wait! Maybe its his nephew, Ulquiorra... She shook her head at the thought. Nah, I doubt that he's that petty just because he got bitch-slapped by Inoue in front of his entire posse... Rukia tried to contain her chuckle, but failed miserably. That was awesome though...
However, her amusement diminished the moment she felt the pair of handcuffs tighten around her thin wrists.
Or maybe that prick, Grimmjow, who was meant to be securing the parameter. Instead the fuck head picks a fight and gets his ass clobbered, too right. Her irritation soon become palpable as the police officer seemed to be taking longer than necessary; feeling positive that he was checking out her ass. I should've worn pants, the eighteen year old lamented, starting to feel self-conscious of her choice to wear such a revealing pair of denim shorts. That's the last time I let Ishida pick out my clothes!
"I hate to do this Rukia-chaaaaaaan..." The man drawled in a sing-song sort of manner; his voice giving Rukia the creeps. "But I have to place you under arrest."
"I understand." She would not panic nor lose her composure. No way in hell. If she had learnt anything in the past ten years being raised as a Kuchiki - never falter, never let your guard down, and never for the love of God utter a single word until your lawyer was present!
"Ichimaru-san!" the other officer appeared, holding a zip-lock bag of what appeared to be...
Oh no! Rukia felt herself break out into a cold sweat, her body trembling in fear as the blonde-haired officer approached with that incriminating bag. No stop, please! No! Everything she worked so hard to achieve for pass decade was disintegrating before her very eyes. Tears began to swell at the acknowledgement of the she has brought shame upon the Kuchiki title. Shame upon Nii-sama, shame upon herself, but worse of all, shame upon Hisana's memory.
Hisa-nee, forgive me. She prayed quietly to her beloved sister. Everything I've worked for is coming apart so quickly because of one mistake. Like a intricately designed sandcastle being washed away by a mere wave, one wave - by one mistake. What have I done? What will I do?
"What is it, Kira-san?" Gin Ichimaru inquired excitedly, keenly interested with this new discovery. Damn sadist.
"Marijuana, sir."
Forget trouble - Rukia Kuchiki was screwed.
Several hours earlier...
Rukia took in a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, trying to ease the tension bubbling within.
At present she was watching her friends working vigorously for the upcoming party, which would be beginning in less than two-and-a-half hours, and so far everything was looking good. All of the tiki torches and Chinese paper lanterns were up and ready to use; except they would have to be lit up when it got darker. The Western-themed garden had its lawn mowed and plants trimmed & preened, the pool was looking immaculate and so inviting that the young Kuchiki was tempted to take a dive right now, and much to her relief, the port-a-loos were also ready to go; because there was no way in hell Rukia was going to allow any of the guests to enter the mansion. She'd have to burn her Chappy collection first before she did that.
"Let's see..." she mused to herself, checking off the list. The caterers are on their way? "Check." Security guards? "Just before seven o'clock."
So far so good... She thought before breathing out a sigh of relief, feeling very grateful that everything was running smoothly. Maybe this won't be so bad after-
"Kuchiki-san!"
-all, she cringed. Damn, spoke too soon!
"What is it, Ishida? Please tell me that you're not the bringer of bad news. And by bad news I mean, something caught on fire and we're about to go down in a ball of flaming glory- not 'my entire range of doll clothing just got laughed at by Granz-san.' Like you did to me last week."
"Everything is going according to schedule." He remarked calmly despite being highly offended with her abrupt statement. "And I'll have you know, he didn't laugh at my collection; he said my works was in poor taste! Taste?! Coming from him! Have you seen those creepy dolls he makes?!"
Yes she had, and she would willingly agree to that, however, they were quickly getting off track and Rukia wasn't particularly in the mood to bitch about her fellow classmates. "So what's up?"
"I just got a text message from Ganju-kun. He's told me that they've just picked up band and will be arriving in about fifteen minutes."
"That was quick," she said fairly surprised. She had only sent Ganju and Orihime off only half an hour ago, with it being peak-hour traffic, she didn't expect them to be back for at least another hour. Wow, everything is coming together! Anymore good news and she would be riding Cloud 9! "That's good to hear."
"We're were fortunate that Ganju-kun has such good connections." The young man remarked, pushing his glasses back into position. "But I can't for the life of me, remember the name of the band."
"It's not necessary, as long as they can hold a tune, it's fine." She shrugged, before her eyes light up with recognition. "Oh by the way, Inoue told me that you made her a new outfit. She was pretty excited, she keeps going on about how she can't wait to see it..."
Then all of a sudden, a sly grin made its way onto her pretty features and Uryu knew this would not result well.
"You know..."
Here we go, he thought remorsefully, wishing he had taken his cue to exit.
"...it so cute seeing Orihime-chan when she finds out about that you've made her a new dress or top. She's told me that all her clothing is too tight and awkward for her because of her bust size, poor girl. She always tells me how much she loves getting into your clothes because you know her body oh-so-well and complete her in a way that no one ever can..."
Okay it was a really lame line without a shred of creativity and probably would've worked a lot better in a cheap porno, not to mention, very disrespectful to the auburn-haired beauty whose been nothing short of a kind, compassionate friend these past few years. However, in her defense, after watching Uryu Ishida considered by many as a frigid smart ass with a "holier-than-thou" attitude, to all of a sudden become a flustering teenage boy who probably doesn't even know what a naked woman looks like - is way too good for Rukia to simply pass up.
Maybe we should play "Nervous" a little while later... she smirked, already liking the idea. Poor guy would probably have to be hospitalised for severe blood loss if Inoue got within five inches of him, let alone if he actually had to touch her.
Her smirk widened even further when a deep flush erupted onto Ishida's face, clearly embarrassed by the raven-haired teen's innuendos although he tried not to appear fazed by it. Wasn't working too well, though.
"Well I'm glad to hear that she appreciates my designs." He commented before once again pushing his glasses back up; a habit of his, Rukia's noticed, whenever he was feeling smug or horribly flustered. "Oh speaking of which, I've got your outfit prepared too."
"Eh?" She shot offended, with hands on hips and throwing a cold glare. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?"
"Ayasegawa-san!" the bespectacled teen called to their classmate.
"Hai! Haaaaaaaaaii!" Yumichika responded eagerly as he made his way over to the duo.
A little too eagerly, in Rukia's opinion.
"Kuchiki-san's dressed and ready to go."
Turning to the young woman, Yumichika's violet eyes took in Rukia's whole attire: a white-hooded shirt, skinny jeans and ballet shoes; looking rather thoughtful as he scanned her outfit thoroughly. There was an awkward moment of silence before the metro-sexual finally burst into a fit of giggles.
Bitch, she cursed, feeling rather embarrassed by his reaction. There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing!
When he noticed that no one was joining in on the laughter, Yumichika ceased his actions and noticed Uryu's blank stare. "Oh, you were being serious!"
The blue-haired teen simply turned to Rukia with that same damn, "I'm-holier-than-thou-and-know-it-all-so-you're-an-idiot-otherwise-for-questioning-me" as mentioned earlier, whenever he was being a smug prick.
"Alright, I get the point." She growled, hoping to pick up the remaining shards of her dignity. "But I doubt that I'll even like it."
Lies, all lies! There wasn't a single outfit Ishida had composed of so far that Rukia had disliked; from the sketches, to the choices of colour & fabric, even (but she'll never admit it) his doll clothing collection that Szayel Apporo Granz had previously dissed - she loved it all. To be able to create and design was a blessing, to follow through your passion and being able to show it to the world was something you should never take it for granted - Rukia knew that all too well.
Although she didn't want to admit it, even to herself, she was envious that he would now be able to pursue his dreams while she had to watch hers fall apart.
"Such insolence! Ayasegawa-san!"
"Right on it!" Grabbing Rukia's petite wrist, he pulled her away. "Come on, Rukia-chan, it's time to do your hair & make-up. Ohhh... there's nothing more beautiful in this wretched world than making other people as beautiful as myself."
Narcissist, the raven-haired female thought playfully, rolling her eyes. But it was who Yumichika was and Rukia wouldn't have it any other way.
"I've already put her outfit into her bedroom, so I'll leave you to it."
"If there's any problems, let me know straight away."
"Don't worry, Kuchiki-san, I've got this all under control."
She shouldn't doubt Ishida's abilities. After all, he was her second-in-charge for pretty much everything; from parties & huge events, and even to getting her ass out of the firing range after her cousins would again cook up another heir-brain scheme which would have surely resulted in Rukia being permanently disowned, had it not been for Uryu Ishida's lightning-quick resolving skills.
Besides, he was so anal about following routine & procedures that he would rather have defame his Quincy pride otherwise.
As he watched the petite teen be dragged away by Ayasegawa-san, Uryu exhaled an exhausted sigh and tried to ease the tension slowly beginning to build.
Poor Kuchiki-san, she had so much on her plate already with university applications and the controversy surrounding her since it was publicly announced that she was now the sole heir to the entire Kuchiki fortune, should her brother were to die all of a sudden. While he pitied the young woman's predicament, Uryu knew that this was the only way for Byakuya to protect his little sister.
With the entire Kuchiki family inheritance, including the Kuchiki corporation valued at three point eight billion; there will be a lot of heads rolling... he rationalized, though it felt very morbid. Kuchiki-san, I do not envy your predicament for a single second, I just hope that when the day comes, that we'll be there to support you.
"Ishida-kun!"
Immediately recognising the angelic voice to belong to no other than Inoue-san. The young man tried to force himself from smiling as the lovely red-head called out to him, although he couldn't stop himself from noticing how it almost sounded panicked.
Curious, he turned around to face her. "Oh Inoue-san, good after- WHAT ON EARTH?!"
Kuchiki-san's going to freak! Uryu thought, suddenly beginning to sweat. What the hell am I suppose to tell her?!
After twenty minutes of make-up application, hair preparation and throwing on her new outfit, Rukia was pleased to admit that she felt fantastic.
Ishida's done it again. She pondered, checking herself out in front of her wardrobe mirror. Wearing a ripped pair of denim shorts, a loose top revealing her shoulders with a pale singlet underneath, a golden bangle and a black pair of wedge-heels; it was safe to say that she was feeling pretty sexy right now. While it's something she would never dare wear in front of her brother or the Kuchiki elders, it felt nice to wear normal clothes and feel like another ordinary teenager.
May as well enjoy it while I can. She reasoned, marveling on how Yumichika managed to apply both black eyeshadow & eyeliner without making it looking over-the-top and yet still brighten up her sapphire blue eyes. He'll definitely make it as a professional hair & make-up artist. She remarked, feeling happy for her nakama.
Lucky him, a pang of envy pricked her heart at the thought, another one getting the chance to fulfill his dreams. No, she shouldn't be so melodramatic. If anything, she should be counting herself very fortunate. Not too many kids get randomly picked up from the streets, be taken into a fancy home and offered the opportunity to have a life of wealth & luxury.
Once summer is over, it's off to university to study Economics. She knew she should be grateful to be blessed with such opportunities and she was, however, for Rukia the future felt very bleak.
"As of today, my younger sister, Rukia Kuchiki, is now officially the sole inheritor of the Kuchiki corporation, as well as our entire family inheritance..."
What was Nii-sama thinking; leaving her to inherit everything after his passing? The moment those damning word escaped from his lips, Rukia watched all of her dreams scurry right out the door. She cried that entire night because she knew then and there, that she would never be free to smile again.
"No point dwelling on it now." She muttered, as if those words were suppose to make her feel any better. Grabbing her mobile, she checked for the time - 17:24 it said.
Good, she thought. Inoue and Ganju should be here by now. I better get out there and see if they need any help with setting the band up. With one more glance, Rukia nodded at herself in approval before turning around and stride towards the door, closing it behind her as she entered the hallway.
Feeling particularly good, Rukia started to sing. "Oh oh oh oh..." she crooned softly, feeling a certain bounce in her step. "Rock my world until the sun rise... make this dream the best I had ever known... dirty dancing in the moonlight... take me down like a domino..."
It was understatement to say that she was feeling pretty good right now, despite her earlier musings. Nearly everything was now set up, the hired security was on their way, the caterers should be arriving in less than ten minutes, and the band was now here.
"Every second is a highlight... when we touch, don't ever let me go... dirty dancing in the moonlight... take me down like I'm a domino..."
Yep, she was feeling great. No doubt about it. Funny considering she was stressing about this entire event for nearly a week, but now all of a sudden out of nowhere, a sense of calm has swept over her.
And here I was actually thinking it was going to turn into a disaster! The notion sounded so silly now, that the teen couldn't stop a chuckle escaping from her pink lips. I shouldn't be so negative. Shirayuki's right; everything is going to be just fine.
A gentle breeze drifted past the instant she was outside and Rukia allowed herself a moment to enjoy its warmth, relishing this summer afternoon. While winter was a beautiful season, with its pure white snow and sense of purity, for the Kuchiki heiress, summer held a special part of her heart, because it always brought a sense of rush & thrill so overwhelming, so spontaneous and so joyous. For her, it was a chance to let loose. A precious opportunity to savor her adolescence and enjoy the little time remaining with her friends.
She can remember the night of the fireworks festival when they decided to use their own set on the beach with courtesy of Kuukaku, Ganju's crazy pyrotechnic sister. Both Ganju & Yumichika started a scuffle over "the importance of beauty in a battle" versus "beauty doesn't matter, as long as you look cool in the end!" and it resulted in Yumichika bearing with the ugliest Afro Rukia had ever seen in her entire life. Ikkaku Madarame, Yumichika's closest friend, was reduced to tears after laughing his ass off for an entire week afterwards.
Then there was the time when all the girls had a slumber party and Chizuru Honsho had spiked their drinks and they all ended up sneaking into the Karakura high school grounds to go skinny-dipping, which was really stupid and mortifying and totally unnecessary as they had had access to the Kuchiki pool. But at that point, it didn't matter.
No, for Rukia and all of her friends, they never needed a lot of money for their rendezvous` or so to have a good time - it was an adventure. Something to look back upon in the later days and think to yourself: "That was crazy, but damn it was fun and I would do it all over again."
Because life is about the adventure and the people accompanying you in it.
So despite always cursing and bitching about the crazy predicaments she always got put in, Rukia was grateful she could live those moments and not have to live with the regret of missing out on anything. Tonight was going to be one of those times.
"I won't be forgetting tonight anytime soon." With a grin, the raven-haired teen began bolting towards her nakama, to see if they needed any assistance.
"Hey guys!" she called, as she got closer to the group. Unfortunately, she did not notice that Ganju seemed to be struggling with something in his van and cursing obscenities to no one in particular, or how Ishida looked even paler than usual, or that Inoue was on the verge of tears. "I thought I check to see if you needed any- WHAT THE HELL!?"
Ganju looked like a deer-in-headlights. Inoue started bawling. Ishida was the one to speak.
"You see, Kuchiki-san..." he started choosing his words with great care, like a bomb officer would be to diffusing a bomb. "There's been a bit of a... mishap."
This is not a mishap, she wanted to argue feeling her temple beginning to twitch erratically from annoyance. Because a mishap by Oxford standards is defined as "an unlucky accident."
No, this was far from being labelled a simple mishap. This was a fucking catastrophe!
Because in the van, right before her very eyes were four painstakingly familiar males; all sitting next to another in a row. Nearly every one of the bound, gagged, blindfolded and looking very much horrified. The fact that one of those four men was actually unconscious and didn't appear to be breathing, didn't even scratch the surface of her anxiety - although she was deeply concerned for the poor man's well-being.
Not even was the fact the band whom Inoue & Ganju have just allegedly kidnapped were the Mugetsu. A band who were known all through Japan and to the rest of the world for their musical genius, originality, and godly looks. They even managed to make an impression on the Western music industry - they were huge! They were what Justin Beiber is currently to hormonally driven teenage girls who with no taste for real art.
And they were here. On her property.
Once word got out that Mugetsu were making an appearance; any uninvited guests, the media and pretty much the rest of the Asian continent will be making their way over to catch a glimpse of the popular rock band.
"Fuck."
No, the worst part of all of this; was right now less than five feet away from her was Ichigo fucking Kurosaki - the band leader & founder of Mugetsu. Who, unfortunately, also happened to be her ex-boyfriend.
And he was were here. On her property.
FUCK MY LIFE!
Oh yes for Rukia Kuchiki, tonight was certainly going to a night that she won't be forgetting anytime soon...
AN: So concludes the first chapter of "Sorry for Party Rocking" - what did everyone think? While I'm not particularly good with humor, I hope that I at least managed to keep it light-hearted. Now for the moment of truth:
Have I got your interest? Is the plot original? Did I manage to keep everyone in character? Is my spelling and grammar acceptable?
Please R&R - its always appreciated and it lets me know where I can improve. Thank you for reading and I'll update soon.