A/N: Ok, so I just wanna thank my reviewers: Rukes, valkyrie-23, xdayanarax, BinaLove & my favorite Dark Fic. Author, DeathsLittleBirdie.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Unfortunately.


Rukia cannot believe what was in front of her. She didn't want to.

Lately, a scandal had been spreading around the campus for days. Knowing Rukia, she wouldn't have give a damn for that but here she is now, watching the video that her friends, Rangiku and Orihime showed her. Apparently, the leading man is her beloved boyfriend, Kaien and the leading lady is her ever innocent best friend, Miyako. Her stomach turned at the sight. She was so disgusted that she think she might throw up.

She felt betrayed. No, she got betrayed.

Her vision is getting cloudy and she realized that it must have been tears. She want to cry but she doesn't want to in the same time. She won't show her pain. Her agony. Her heart, oh her heart, if possible, is getting heavier by the second. Not only that. She felt that it had been stabbed by daggers, twisting in the depths of her soul. Everything had been perfect. So freakin' perfect. She felt she was living in a fairy tale. A prince who swept her off her feet, friends that are loyal and fun to be with, her brother, who was usually stone cold to her, had been warming up to her. But now...She can't even think of a term to call this moment. And she thought movies and novels are too cliche.

So now, she did the best thing she thought she must do.

She begins to walk to look for him, completely ignoring Rangiku and Orihime's worried calls.

After a few walks and turns, she found him sitting on the bleachers. His favorite spot. Their favorite spot. Where they first met. She would have felt enchanted to be here if it wasn't for the fact that the man in front of her was the one who broke her heart. He turned as he heard the fall of foot steps coming and found her looking at him stoically. If that look is the indication, it can only mean one thing. She found out.

"Rukia. Look, I'm sorry. So sorry for breaking your heart. But I'm not sorry for what me and Miyako did. We love each other. I was going to tell you but I was scared of hurting you which what I did now. Sorry if you have to find out the hard way. I wish you can forgive me." with that statement, the heavy heart that she felt earlier, felt light and cold. The tears that were suppose to cloud her vision and fall down her cheeks, didn't. She felt numb. Is this the feeling you get when your heart felt too much pain?

"'Its okay. I'm not that mad. Just, be more honest next time', is that what you want me to say, huh?" she paused for a moment, "You know what, forget it. A jerk like you doesn't even deserve me. You aren't even worth my glance. I hope you and Miyako will suffer misfortunes in life. We're over." and with that, Rukia turned to leave. How can she managed to speak with her voice not breaking, she doesn't know.


The tears that have seemed to be dormant earlier, had been flowing continuously. The coldness in her heart that she felt before was replaced by a burning sensation. It hurts. She cries silently, not caring she missed her classes. She thinks she might break down any minute and she doesn't want others to see her like that so she went in the rooftop when class started. Students never really go up here because this was restricted to school administrators only. Though, only the janitor went up in here.

"Hey kid! What the hell are you doing here? Classes have started." she turned to see a man wearing a blue janitor's suit and cap. He was tall and well-built. Even though his cap mostly covers the upper part of his head, you can see locks of orange?

Speaking of the devil...