Disclaimer : I don't own Bleach

Rukia's POV...

"Hey! Open the door! Open the door now or I swear I'll fuckin' kill you!" My knees went weak when I saw he took the spare key from the vase near the door. I ran towards the kitchen, hoping to find something that I could use to protect myself. I was holding a boning knife when he came and pulled my hair before throwing a couple of punches in my face. Without giving any second thought, I stabbed him on the chest, unaware of the changes that the action would give to my whole entire life.

There I was. Standing all alone in the rain. Waiting for something that I wasn't even sure worth to be waited. I could see the drivers in every car that was passing by looked at me as if I was just a piece of shit. Well, I could never blame them for doing that. I truly deserved those looks. Minutes after, a medium-sized van stopped right in front of me. Two guys in uniforms went out from the van and gave me a long, deep stare. "Let's go." One of them said without taking his eyes away from me. I put on a smile, convincing to myself that this was the start of something great. But, who would have thought that the misery of my life had just actually begun.


Well, writing IchiRuki fanfiction is really hard, you know? Cause there are thousands of them here so.. yea.. it's really, really hard. But whatever it is, please give me some reviews! I'm so curious of what my fellow IchiRuki fans think of this story! And.. please tell me whether I should continue writing this fanfic or not. Thanks! Sorry for grammar mistakes!

Much love, BalQis.