Hi guys! I know you will probably say 'She is alive?' or something but yeah, I'm not dead and no, I'm not going to abandon my other story. Note will be in the end of this chapter. Now, I'm on my holiday for a few weeks. Isn't that awesome!
So there, this is my newest story, so please enjoy reading and review to me whether you like it or hate it. Okay?
When I use (Italic) in a first person perspective, it means Rukia's inner monologue. But when I use (Italic) in a third person perspective, it means flashback. :J
Disclaimer; I do not own Bleach. Bleach © Tite Kubo. But I do own Bleach manga volume 22. The only Bleach manga that I buy. I usually read online. ;D But I do own this story!
Huh… I'm so tired. Today was a hack of a day. I've got two assignments to be finished, and I need to sand it as soon as possible. But, here I was hanging out with my best friends; namely Inoue Orihime, Arisawa Tatsuki and Senna, on a Friday night at a restaurant. As you may guess, I hate my life. There were so many reasons for me to hate my life. One of the reasons was my friends. They were awesome, they care about me, they share things with me and they do what best friends usually do. But they always remind me of the ultimate reason for me to hate my life. How I was acting like a puppet that was being controlled by my brother, Kuchiki Byakuya.
Senna snapped her fingers a few times in front of Rukia's face. "Rukia! Hey girl, are you okay? Don't space out like that," she frowned a bit.
"Sorry, Senna. I was a little tired," Rukia smiled feebly.
"Oh, I know why, maybe it was because you have to go to that noble's party right? How many parties did you attended? Like four, five?" Orihime who sat in between Senna and Tatsuki lifted her fingers making a counting gesture.
"Six, exactly," Rukia then put her head on the table. "And I'm sick of it." she mumbles.
"Yeah, and don't forget you have to go to that business class every weekend. Honestly, your brother makes a college preparation a little bit too early," Tatsuki voiced her thought, as she took her glass of milkshake and drank it.
"Try to tell that to Nii-sama," Rukia mumbled sarcastically.
"He really wants you to inherit his business, huh?" Senna raised her eyebrows, half asking, half stating the obvious fact.
Rukia didn't react. She silent herself. She didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to hear how she had mindlessly followed everything that her brother said. However, no matter how much she tried to discuss with her brother, he always cut her mid sentence, not allowing her to finish what she wanted to say. She felt Senna's hand, who sat beside her, on her shoulder. She turned her head around and faced her best friends.
"Really, you should try to talk to him, again," her eyes showed the persistence yet caring emotion which made Rukia smiled rather meekly.
Urgh! Just thinking about my brother made my head hurt. It's not that I hate my brother. No, don't get me wrong. I love my brother. He always gives me everything that I need. He gave me a very big bedroom, gave me clothes branded one, very expensive. He gave me the latest phone in the market, always had the best chef to cook for me, and had maids to clean up my ultra-messy room. Overall, he had provided me the best and flourishing life a teenage girl could ever dream of, and I'm happy to be a part of the great noble family of Kuchiki.
But there is one small problem. He loves to arrange my life and make a decision for me, even when it is not necessary. And he's overprotective towards me. And please aware of the word OVER. I still remember what had happened in most of my dates.
Date one~
The door bell rang through the whole mansion. Rukia rushed down the flight of stairs and opened the door. As expected, Kaito Ikeda, a good looking classmate of her with dark eyes and dark brown hair stood on her front door. She smiled at him and praised his attractive appearance, which Kaito only smile and took out his hand to hold Rukia's hand. "Nii-sama, I'm going," Rukia half shouted at her brother and took a hold on Kaito's hand.
"Wait," her brother spoke. Horror clearly visible on Rukia's face, as she turned around to faced her brother.
"What is your name?" Byakuya asked in his cold monotone voice. He was standing beside the stairs, his face was incomprehensible.
"Huh?" Rukia's eyebrow furrowed.
"I asked your date, what is his name," his eyes landed on Kaito Ikeda, who had an expression that mirrored Rukia, or worse.
"Kaito Ikeda, Kuchiki-sama," Kaito answered a little trembling at the seriousness tone that Byakuya used.
"Are you one of her classmate?" he asked another question.
"Yes, Kuchiki-sama," he answered, now with more confidence.
"Where do you live?" he raised his perfect eyebrow.
"The second house opposite of the supermarket, house No. 12," Kaito said.
"What do your parents do?" Byakuya kept his creepy stare at Kaito.
"My father is a manager at an airlines company, and my mother is a housewife," Kaito informed.
"Siblings?"
"None," sweat formed on Kaito's forehead.
"I see. May I have your phone number? Just in case."
Since then, Kaito never spoke to her, and he tried to avoid himself from her.
Date two~
Rukia and her newest date, Itsuki Kimura, was sitting face-to-face in a sort of fancy bistro. They were eating and chatting contentedly, until Itsuki stop talking and started to look around the bistro.
"What's wrong?" asked Rukia.
Itsuki looked to his left then turned to his right. When he felt that it's okay, he whispered to Rukia. "I felt that someone had been watching us."
"Heh? Who?" Rukia questioned again.
"I don't know," he lifted his shoulder. They continued to finish off their meal. Later, Itsuki excused himself to the rest room. A few minutes after that, Rukia saw Itsuki ran for his life and out of the restaurant.
"Itsu-," she tried to call him, but he was already out of sight. When she turned around and looked at the entrance of the rest room, she saw two of her brother's bodyguards standing in front of the rest room's door, smiling at her. She was speechless and frustrated.
That's only two, there were a lot others of her horrifying date experience that she did not want to remember. How she hate her brother for that.
"-and I was like 'what are you talking about dude?' and he stare at me like I have grown another head or something," Senna finished her story. Orihime listened faithfully while Tatsuki chuckled a little.
"Oh I really forgot how dumb he was," Tatsuki held her head and chuckled again.
"I know, and worse, he was my chemistry partner. How 'great' is that," Senna made an air quote with her fingers at the word great and let out an irritated sigh.
Orihime nodded and ate her last fries. She looked at Rukia, and then her watch. "Hey Rukia, don't you need to be somewhere right now? I remember you said to me something about a dinner," Orihime tilted her head to her best friend.
Rukia leaned to her chair while waving her right hand. "Yeah, I have a dinner with Byakuya tonight at 8.30 pm. He told me not to be late."
"Yeah and now is 8.47 pm," Tatsuki told her as she showed Rukia her watch.
"What!" Rukia shouted and pull Tatsuki's hand to get a good view of her watch. The digital watch showed 8.48 pm now. "Oh my god, I got to go. See ya!" Rukia snatched her bag and her brown coat and she rushed out of the restaurant. She searched her phone roughly inside her bag and dialed as fast as she could.
"I'm at the Shibuya-… I know-… I didn't mean to… okay," and she hung up. She stopped running for a moment and bent forward with her hands on her knees. She panted, after running like a crazy dog just now. Afterward, she saw a shining black 2009 BMW M5 stopped in front of her. The driver's door open and a stunning looking man got out of the car and smiled at her.
"I don't know this is your choice of way to die, Rukia," he smirks.
"Shut up and speed away, Grimmjow," Rukia snapped. She narrowed her eyes at the blue haired man and slammed the car's door. Grimmjow shook his head and got to his sit.
"No need to slam the door like it its fault. The door is innocent Rukia," said the other gorgeous man sat besides the driver's seat. He looked at Rukia, and she could see that the man tried to hold his snigger.
"Says the man with 69 tattoo in his face," Rukia rolled her eyes. "Now could you guys just speed up?"
"Well Rukia, Shūhei and I just want to remind of how dead you are right now," said Grimmjow and he drove the car away.
.*****.
The gate of the Kuchiki's mansion in Tokyo open, and Grimmjow drove through it. "Do you think Nii-sama will be mad?" Rukia couldn't hide her worried feelings.
Grimmjow shrugged. "He did specify of you not to be late," Shūhei said to her. The car stopped at the front entrance to the mansion. Rukia grabbed her coat and bag and darted to the dining room.
As she arrived, she saw more than ten people, including her brother, sitting at the large magnificence dining table being served with delicious food cooked by the one of the most famous chef in the world. Everyone in the dining room shifted their attention to her. She could feel her heart beating and in no doubt it could almost break her ribcage. She took a glance at her brother, who sat at the left head of the table. No surprise his face was unreadable, but she could still felt the death aura surrounding her brother.
She bowed her head as low as she can. "Forgive me for my lateness," she struggled to keep her tone even.
She waited for a few seconds until Byakuya said, "Go to your room and change your clothes, be here in fifteen minutes."
She nodded and tried to walk gracefully and hurriedly at the same time. When she was out of her brother's view, she dashed up the staircase and aim for her room. She opened the door harshly and locked it. Then, Rukia tossed her coat and her bag on her bed but stopped when she saw a simple but elegant cream silk-chiffon asymmetric dress with ruffled trim. There was also a silver-tone beaded waist panel to be wear together. Byakuya's taste in fashion simply amazed her. That's one thing when being a noble. Stylish is everything. From clothes to manners and everything in between.
She wore the dress and done her hair in a messy bun, it was faster that way. After that she rushed down and slowed her pace at the entrance of the dining room. She took a deep breath and walk as charmingly as she could and took a seat next to her brother. Everyone was looking at her. Whether they were astounded by her looks or her lateness, she didn't know. She put on her serious cold Kuchiki façade and started to eat the wonderful meals in front of her. Soon, they continued their conversation, and she inwardly sighed. At least now she could eat without every eye in the room on her.
Another reason why I hate my life and my brother. I had to pretend to be pleased, to like something that I don't actually take interest in. Like this dinner, it was so formal and frankly, I don't feel comfortable. But of course, being a Kuchiki means whether I like it or not I have to live with it.
The dinner finished at last. All guests one by one thanked Byakuya and Rukia and drove their luxurious car out of the mansion. Rukia's cheek had been tired of the smiles she faked. She smiled at their last guests to leave the mansion. She was a middle age woman, with midnight brown hairs and black eyes and her skin was a fair white. She was with another older woman. The older is probably sixty years old and above, although her face was free from wrinkles. Her black hair was done in a high neat bun, though Rukia felt like something was off about this woman.
The older woman shook hands with Byakuya and Rukia was positive that she saw an evil glint in her dark gray eyes. "That dinner was lovely Kuchiki-sama," she grinned, her deep quivery voice was full with confidence.
"It's a pleasure, Takata-san," Byakuya bowed a little. The older woman faced the younger woman, "I'll be waiting in the car."
"Yes mother," she nodded. The older woman walked to her car as she was escorted by the valet. After watching her mother walked away, she turned to Byakuya and bowed.
"Thank you for the wonderful dinner, Byakuya-sama," her voice was soft and melodic. Rukia froze. She never ever heard anyone called Byakuya on his first name, except for one of her brother's board director, Zaraki Kenpachi. And she was more surprised when she hugged Byakuya and said, "I will see you later."
"Of course, Chizue-san," Byakuya said in his monotonic voice. Rukia's eyes widen in complete shock when Byakuya lift his right hand and patted the woman's back. She blinked, twice, and knew that what she saw was absolute true.
Nii-sama let a woman call him by his first name, and they are hugging? They freaking hugged! I just- this is- what the-
The woman let go of Byakuya and bowed. She smiled at Rukia and walked to her car to join her mother. Rukia narrowed her eyes at the car as it drove off. Something about that Takata family that was not right and Rukia knew she had to keep an eye on them.
She bowed to her brother, "Excuse me Nii-sama, if you need me, I'll be in my room," and started to walk towards the staircase.
"Rukia," Byakuya's voice stopped her. "I need to have a word with you."
Oh shit!
A/N: Tell me whether I should post the second chapter or leave it without even thinking of finishing this story. So pretty please review!
Notice: I have roughly finished We're a Parent. The story is now on editing stage. But recently, there is a problem with my computer. I don't know why, but it seems that I can't open some of my files, including We're a Parent. When I click some of my file, it says error, and I can't open the file. So now, most of my works I will keep it in my thumb drive. My dad is currently working out of the country and will be back in a few weeks. So until then, I can't edit We're a Parent, and a few other stories TT^TT