Hello everyone! This is my first Bleach Fanfiction. It's a ByakuyaXOC. Be gentle with it. I do NOT own Bleach, I am not that awesome. All rights go to Tite Kubo, I only own my OC everything else is his. Please don't kill me. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

"You're such a pretty thing, what are you doing out here at this time of night?" One of them asked, his hand brushing up my arm causing me to shiver in disgust, my hand twitched for the blade that rested on my hip, but I wanted them to think they caught me.

"Okay boys, lets get her." One of them said, and the other two shouted in agreement.

"Now, that is where you are wrong." I quickly unsheathed my sword, making them all stumble backwards. "It seems to be I that has caught you." I dug my sword into the ground right beside one of the men's hands, a thin line of blood seeped from the small cut, I missed on purpose.

"Disgraceful men, chasing after women who you deem weak and helpless. Maybe the next woman you chase won't me as merciless as I. Now scram, you bunch of dirt bags." They all ran, screaming for protection and praying to the God's for mercy.

"That was quite a show." A deep voice said from behind me.

I swiftly grabbed my blade and turned on my heel, my blade stopped within an inch of the mans' face. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that his raven hair was held back by kenseikan. All I know is it's a sign of royalty.

"Forgive me. As you can assume, I'm quite jumpy." I sheathed my blade and gave a small bow.

"It's alright, I do not expect you to know who I am." There was barely any sign of any emotion in his voice, and you could read nothing from his slate grey eyes.

"Well. Then may I inquire as to who you are?"

"My name is Byakuya Kuchiki, Head of the Kuchiki Clan as well as Captain of the 6th Division."

"And why are you here? In the slums? That's an odd place to find a member of royalty." I looked up and met his emotionless eyes with ease.

"Well, Head Captain Yamamoto has come to be interested in you. You seem to be generating a great deal of spiritual pressure for someone who isn't a shinigami. I'm to take you in and train you to become a shinigami. These are orders from 1st Division."

"Hm. Alright. And I don't have a say in this?"

"I'm afraid not. As I stated, these are orders." The look on his face dared me to argue with him.

"Okay Kuchiki-sama, I suppose we should be on our way then, seeing as you're beginning to attract a lot of attention." I looked around out of the corners of my eyes and saw people beginning to come out of their homes, eyeing pretty boy with interest, though I have no doubt that these people could hardly lift a finger against him.

"Do you know how to shunpo?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

"No. I know what it is, but I don't know how to do it."

Byakuya gave a sigh and moved over to me, sweeping me up into his arms with ease, I gave a small squeak of surprise and held on to him, afraid of being dropped. He said nothing, but I felt an odd dissipating feeling, and suddenly I left the slums behind. I was now in front of a beautiful house, well actually it was a mansion. Byakuya promptly set me on my feet as soon as we got there and took several steps away from me. I looked around and marveled at all the sakura trees that were among the grounds, their rose pink petals danging in the light of the moon.

"Rukia will show you to your room and get you your clothes and everything you will need. Meet in the training grounds at sunrise." And now I was alone, well I was for a split second. A young, and petite female stepped out of the house and rushed over to me. She had a short bob hair cut, with several messy strands that hung in front of her face and she had these big violet orbs that seemed to smile at you.

"My name is Rukia Kuchiki. It's a pleasure to meet you." She said bowing.

I returned the formality and bowed as well, "My name is Rin Yuzuki, and please the pleasure is mine." I liked this young girl already, she seemed very humble and kind, something I was not used to.

"Follow me to your room." She took my hand and began guiding me inside the house. The inside of the house was just as impressive as the outside. As Rukia led me through the winding mazes of the house we passed several maids and garden keepers who smiled and bowed to me slightly.

"Your room is right next to mine so if you need anything feel free to ask. You've got a set of clothes waiting for you, and the bathroom is right across the hall."

"Thank you Kuchiki-Sama." I said bowing, this place made me feel so small and inadequate.

"You can just call me Rukia. If you want, once you freshen up we can talk." She said giving me a sincere smile.

"I'd love that."

"Well, I'm right next door." She said before retreating to her own room.

I went into my own room, it was rather large and spacious, with very few things in it, a desk, a bed, and a single book shelf. But to me, it was already a place I was willing to call home. I grabbed the set of clothes that had been placed on my bed and went into the bathroom. No surpise here, it too was large and elegant. I sighed knowing already I would never fit in here, but I would try.

After a nice warm bath, I changed into the clothes that were given to me. It was a simple red kimono but it felt like it was made from clouds, it was so soft and felt like the very meaning of luxury against my skin.I walked over to Rukia's room and lightly tapped on the door.

"Come in." She called.

I opened the sliding door and walked in meekly, my head bowed, "Ah. Rukia? Would you happen to have a brush?"

She looked up from the piece of paper she had been writing on and gasped, "What is it?" I asked looking down at myself.

"You're so beautiful!" She exclaimed in earnest, making a blush cross my cheeks.

"Um, thank you..." I said quite flustered.

"Here come in, we can sit and talk. But only if you let me brush your hair." She said sticking her tongue out at me.

"Feel free." I said as I sat down in front of Rukia with my back to her.

Rukia made a small squeal noise and looked through a drawer before sitting behind me. I felt her grab sections of my and begin running a brush through it.

"So tell me about yourself, Nii-sama won't tell me anything so I've only heard rumors." Rukia said is a quiet voice.

"Well, I'm from the Slums, I don't know how I died or where my parents are or were. I've fended for myself all my life basically, I've taught myself everything I know. You're brother came and got my because he said that your head captain has been interested in me, he says I've been releasing great amounts of spiritual pressure and he wants me to become a shinigami. Anything is better than going back to the Slums..." The last part came out a bare whisper.

"You know, I'm from the Slums too. My sister left me when I was little, she married Nii-sama and then searched to find me until she died, she made Nii-sama promise to find me and take care of me."

"I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be, I hold no hard feelings, my sister was always very ill, and she searched for me until she could no longer search. I trained as a shinigami for a long time with my friend Renji, but eventually Nii-sama found me and adopted me."

We were silent for awhile, and I found myself growing tired rather quickly. Rukia set the brush down and stood up.

"We should probably get some sleep if we even want a stand a chance in training tomorrow." Rukia said with a yawn.

I stood up and nodded with a bow, "Thank you Rukia."

"You don't need to thank me Rin." She game a smile and then hugged me lightly.

"Get some rest, I'll get you up in the morning."

"Okay, good night." I said before leaving and returning to my own room.

I laid in my bed for a long time before sleep finally overcame me, but when it did, it was the best sleep I've had in my entire life.

"Rin! It's time to get up, we have training in an hour!" The voice called me from the realm of dreams.

I sat up groggily to find Rukia standing in my door way, a bundle of clothes in her arms.

"Good morning." I said, my voice still rough and filled with sleep.

"Morning, I've brought you your training uniform. I'll wait for you so I can show you to the dinning hall." She said handing me the clothes before leaving and closing the door behind her. I stretched before standing up, my limbs groaning in protest. I quickly changed into the clothes rukia gave me, the shirt was white and had loose long sleeves, and the skirt was long, stopping just a little bit above the floor and was a bright crimson red. I put my hair, that fell far past my waist into a high pony tail, securing it with a black ribbon. I secured my sword to my hip before stepping out where Rukia gave a nod of approval.

"You ready?" She asked looking up at me, she now wore what I assumed was a standard shinigami uniform, which was totally black except for the white obi that was tied around her waist.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I said stifling another yawn.

When we walked into the dining room Byakuya was already seated, his face hid behind a newspaper.

"Good morning Nii-sama." Rukia said with a bow.

"Good morning Kuchiki-sama." I said bowing as well.

Byakuya said nothing but gave a small nod of acknowledgement. We all ate in silence, though I couldn't really stomach much, I was far too nervous about training.

"Are you ready to go Rin, Rukia?" Byakuya spoke up, looking over the newspaper at us.

"Hai!" We both said in unison.

We followed Byakuya to the training ground, "Rin, You first, I want to see what you're capable of." Byakuya spoke in a voice that made me know there was no room for argument. We stood facing each other, we both bowed before drawing our blades. I could already feel the spiritual pressure rolling off of Byakuya in feasible waves, and my stomach sank with a dread, as he lunged for me. This was not going to be fun.