Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.

I have decided to rewrite the story to make it flow better, so I hope you will still enjoy this story.

Déjà vu. Walking down the pavement, all Toshiro could feel was this. The pine trees lining side by side by the pavement he was currently walking down. The street lights, where one was blinking, the bulb fusing, just 5 trees down. Looking down, he saw the same light brown leather shoes that she had gotten for him at a whim. She told him that the instant her eyes met the shoes, it reminded her of him.

Instantly, Toshiro knew this was a dream, just a replica of something he had just experienced 3 months ago. However, the feeling he was having now was exactly the same as 3 months ago, on that slightly snowy night. The feeling that something bad was going to happen, just the same as how he felt when his mother leave the house to buy a birthday cake for him on a stormy day, where Toshiro just refused to budge from his request of the cake. In the end, it had cost his mother's life in a car accident while she was crossing the road.

Despite the small voice in the back of his head telling him that he should just wake up now, his feet still strode forward, ignoring the voice. It was as if he was a puppet, not able to control his limbs, each step forward till he reached a bridge. Looking straight ahead, Toshiro saw a figure clad in a white dress walking towards him. Toshiro had a mixture of feelings going inside him. One, he was feeling elated, he knew this figure, someone so important, so precious to him. Second, he was feeling afraid, the feeling much stronger than the happiness, that he was going to lose this figure now.

As the figure closed in on him, he could make out the features of her. As usual, she was wearing a bun up high, her bangs slightly covering her forehead. For what seemed like an eternity, both stared at each other, none of them tried to strike a conversation or even just a simple 'hello'.

"Let's break up." She spoke up, so sudden, that Toshiro just stared at her, dumbfounded.

And then, she just walked straight him, without even much of a glance back at Toshiro.

Standing there, Toshiro stared at the space that occupied her just a few minutes ago. He felt something inside him beginning to consume him, something he does not want to know, but has to. The fear of losing her. Much to his surprise, his feet started moving by its own, maybe because of that fear, and Toshiro chased after the figure. Without any warning, Toshiro grabbed the figure and hugged her from behind. Minutes passed, and Toshiro showed no sign of letting her go. He knew that if he did that, she would be gone forever, entirely from his life. And he did not want that.

"Let go." She spoke so calmly, as if she had anticipated this would happen.

Refusing to budge, Toshiro continued to hug her.

"All these years, all these time of being together, you have not known me at all. So let me go…"

Without waiting for her to continue, suddenly, Toshiro woke up.

Ring…

The sound of his small grey alarm clock placed on the bedside table rang the moment Toshiro woke up. Smiling at the coincidence, Toshiro sat up on his bed, turning off the noise his alarm clock made, before went back into thinking about his dream. It has been a month since he had dreamt about her, and the times he ever dreamt about her was during the one week after they broke up, as well as whenever he was feeling stress.

No wonder.

Thinking back, he realized that one phone call he received just less than 24 hours ago that has already caused chaos in his life…

"A cup of coffee." Toshiro stated to his secretary as he continued organizing the loads of files placed on the study table.

The door clicked close when his secretary went out to make the requested drink and a buzz was heard from the pocket of his dark blue jeans.

"Yes?" Picking up, Toshiro placed a yellow file to the right side of the table.

And that was when Toshiro regretted picking up that call. How he wish he did not answer that call. He was willing to even trade ten years off his life to go back in time just to stop himself from answering.

Sighing, Toshiro decided to put the complications of answering that phone call to the back of his mind, and stood up to dress for the day.

"So that's the agenda for this project." Ichigo announced before waving his hand off, an indication that the meeting has finished.

As groups of people start moving out of the meeting room, Ichigo found Toshiro still planted on his chair, in some sort of intense thinking session with himself. Tapping on Toshiro's shoulder, Ichigo waited to see if Toshiro would turn to him and starts hitting his hand back for tapping him. But Toshiro was still in his sort of trance. Feeling annoyed, Ichigo decided to hit Toshiro on the head with his fist. Hard. Hearing a yelp, Ichigo smirked as he found Toshiro glaring daggers at him. If looks could kill.

"What's your problem?" massaging on the injury Ichigo had just given him, Toshiro stood up, and Ichigo expected Toshiro would hit him back, or maybe kick him hard, seeing how he was prepared. But to Ichigo's surprise, Toshiro did the complete opposite. Toshiro just walked out of the meeting room, without even any surprise kick or punch along the way. Sensing a problem, Ichigo followed Toshiro back to his office room.

"What's wrong, Mr. CEO?" Closing the door, Ichigo asked as he went and sit on the hard black sofa placed across the study table of Toshiro's office room.

Staring at him, Toshiro was surprised that Ichigo knew that he was having a problem. Was he that obvious?

"Well, she called." Toshiro started, before glancing at Ichigo's direction, to see if he knew how serious the complications of the call were.

Ichigo was silent, as if waiting for Toshiro to continue his story. Sighing, Toshiro continued and then waited for Ichigo for something. Or maybe better, a suggestion to his problem. Instead, he found laughing, coming from the said guy sitting on the black sofa. Toshiro resisted the urge to go towards the orange-haired guy to beat him into a pulp.

"That's th…the problem?" After all the laughing, Ichigo appeared breatheless.

Glaring at him, Toshiro tried to ignore Ichigo's existence as he took a purple file from the right side of his desk to begin reading it.

"This is easy. Why don't you just go get a girlfriend? With your status, well except your height, it will be easy to find one anyway."

And that was it. Toshiro threw the purple file at Ichigo, but Ichigo managed to dodge it, as if knowing that Toshiro would throw the file at him.

"Any more bright ideas?" Remembering that now was not the time to be angry at someone, solving the problem was at priority, Toshiro placed the 'killing Ichigo' thoughts at the back of his mind.

"Then, how about rent one?"

Well, that's the first chapter. Now I have so much feelings for this story again:) I decided to finish this story, so hopefully I have the determination to go through it.

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