A/N: So I got positive responses for this story so I will continue!

September 4th 2008 Tuesday

There is this new guy, his name is Ichigo Kurosaki and something strange happened between the two of us at lunch. I shook his hand and I saw things I don't think I was supposed to see. Then earlier that morning a dark ominous…thing…was around our school. I only wonder what today has in store for me. I don't want this entry to be too long because I don't want to be late! Hisana mentioned that she's going to meet up with some old friends and I should come too, but that's not until next week so I have plenty of time to think about it.

Oh and Inoue sent me a cookie recipe, I don't know if I should risk trying it out.

&.&.&.&.&

I was glad the morning went by quickly, Byakuya left for work early and Hisana was busy on the phone. So no awkward moments! Yay! As I walked up to my high school I didn't see any dark auras around it, so that was comforting.

Then I saw it.

This weird monster thing, I froze in place and watched it fly past and over the school. It twisted and twirled in the sky it looked like some sort of fairy-tale dragon. Its wide wings were green and body had scales that reflected the sunlight. Then a dark hole opened in the sky, at first I thought I was dreaming but this all felt too real.

The monster flew into the hole and disappeared just like that. "Rukia?" I turned hearing my name and Kurosaki was standing behind me with a strange expression.

"Hey! What's up?" I asked quickly before hiding the shock and confusion on my face. Hiding emotions and reactions is like a bloodline trait in my family.

"Nothing…you?" He asked as we crossed the street and I shook my head.

"Just another lame school day." I said and Ichigo chuckled as if he was enjoying some private joke.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." He said giving me a quick grin before returning to his ugly scowl.

"Your face is gonna stick like that." I said casually and his eyebrows rose up.

"Excuse me?"

"If you keep scowling, your face is gonna stay that way forever." I said with a light shrug before breaking away from him and going to my locker. Ichigo didn't keep walking though; he went and stood by my side, leaning against the lockers beside me.

"Well, tell me something Rukia…do you drink coffee?" He asked.

That's a random question, I thought as I pulled my textbooks out of my backpack.

"Yeah sometimes…"

"Well that's gonna stunt your growth." Ichigo said with a smirk and I spun around to face him or rather get in his face.

"You little brat!" I spat my brow furrowing.

"Huh? Whose little?" Ichigo teased and I stomped on his foot causing the orange-haired boy to jump back in pain.

"Never call me little! You rash arrogant fool!" I said before slamming my locker shut and storming off to our classroom.

&.&.&.&.&.

"Okay class! I'm going to partner you up!" The teacher said earning a collective groan from the class and she frowned. "Don't whine! Once you get a partner, you're going to find out as many things about that person in a limited time!"

"Like speed dating?" Keigo asked from the back of the class. The teachers eyebrow twitched, "No because it's not a date! Now listen! Write down as much as you can and then you'll turn your papers in."

"Why are we doing this?" Inoue asked after raising her hand. The teacher let out a sigh, "Because I'm a new teacher and want to find out more about my students! We'll be like one happy family!" The teacher smiled and began handing out blank pieces of paper.

"Ishida you are with Inoue." She said pointing to the dark haired boy; I remember he was in the top five of our class last year and the sewing club president.

"Tatsuki you are with Chad." She said pointing to the tomboy and the gentle giant. I never really got to know Chad, he was always really quiet…I hope Tatsuki would get at least some information out of him.

"Keigo you are with Chizuru!" The perverted guy who I personally avoid was paired with the lesbian…how strange. The teacher continued to call off names and my insides were squirming. Who else was left? It was just me and…

"Ichigo and Rukia!" The teacher said finishing the list. I groaned and turned my desk to face his, we were both clearly upset. His face was, as always, scowling but there was an amused glint in his eyes. I put on my best pout and took out my Chappy pen. I was going to find out as much as I could for only one reason: I wanted a good grade.

&.&.&.&.&.&

"How old are you?" I asked with my pen poised to scribble down the answer.

"One-hundred-and fifty." He answered with a smirk; I reached over and hit him on the head with my pen.

"Be honest you ass!" I growled.

"I was…" He mumbled, "I'm seventeen."

"When's your birthday?"

"July 15."

"Favorite color? And if you say orange, I'll smack you." I teased and that got a small smile out of him.

"Nah, it would be a tie between red and black." Ichigo said resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

"What is your fondest childhood memory?" I asked and I noticed the sudden change in his eyes, they went…soft almost vulnerable.

"My mom." He answered rather stiffly even though is eyes were betraying him.

"Do you like Chappy the bunny?" I asked holding out my pen, for one reason: I couldn't stand the look of hurt on his face so I needed to change the subject.

"Isn't that a kids show?" Ichigo said narrowing his eyes and I chuckled.

"That's a question Ichigo, not an answer."

"Well then, no…I don't like it."

"Looser." I coughed and then returned to my questions, I needed to ask deeper ones if I wanted to get into this orange's head. "What's your ideal type of woman?" I asked with a smirk at the fact that the 'tough guy' sitting in front of me was suddenly turning red.

"Well…" Part of me actually really wanted to know his answer, even though I wouldn't admit to that. "She'd have to be someone I could trust completely and I'm a fan of—"

"Time is up class! Switch!" The teacher yelled as her timer went off, Ichigo was smirking as he brought out his pencil. I wanted to know though…what was he a fan of? Long hair? Short hair? Dark eyes? Blue eyes? Petite girls? Or ones like Inoue? Ichigo didn't give me time to ask the burning questions in my mind.

"When's your birthday?" He asked I figured he was keeping the questions general.

"January 14."

"Favorite time of the year?"

"Hmm…winter."

"Favorite food?"

I smirked, "Strawberries." I was too good at playing evil, Ichigo was fighting away the urge to smile and blush…I could tell.

"Fondest memory?" I could suddenly feel a lump in my throat and my eyes felt like they were stinging, I couldn't cry though…not here…not in front of everyone.

"I don't have one." I lied.

"Yes you do."

"I said I don't have one!" I repeated suddenly feeling anger bubble up in my chest, a mix of sadness and rage was filling my chest and making my heart hurt.

"Rukia…" Ichigo said and his voice was soft, just above a whisper. "Don't cry."

I suddenly realized that the warm liquid was pooling on my lower lid, "Do another question." I ordered straining myself not to blink.

"What are you doing on Saturday?" He asked and my heart jumped.

"Nothing…I don't think." Was he setting me up for a date? Holy crap! He so wasn't…was he?

"Oh? I though you'd be watching Chappy. I heard there was a marathon." He said and my heart jumped again, disappointment? No. Relief…yeah…it was defiantly relief; I could not see myself with this idiot.

"I thought you said you didn't like the show?" I said with a raised eyebrow and he just smirked.

"I don't, my sisters do. Last question…have you seen things that you couldn't explain?" Ichigo asked in a low voice and my eyes widened. He couldn't of been talking about…the incident this morning or maybe the thing that happened yesterday, could he? Does Ichigo Kurosaki have some dark secret he isn't telling me? Why would he tell me? Its not like we are close friends or anything.

I took a deep breath and did something bold, I normally would have lied but this time I said, "Yes." Ichigo looked satisfied with that answer because the corner of his lips twitched into a small smile.

"Okay! Ichigo and Rukia, back up! You look like you two are gonna have a full out make out session in my class!" The teacher barked and I quickly backed up, I hadn't noticed has close our faces were. We were so enveloped in our conversation that…I don't know…we got caught up.

I couldn't wait for lunch…I wanted so badly to talk to him.

&.&.&.&.&.

The day seemed to spiral worse from that point on. First, I got called on for an answer when my hand wasn't raised. I got the answer wrong all because I wasn't focusing on the class work; I was focusing on the orange-haired kid sitting next to me. Every time I glanced his way, his eyes were glaring at me. I couldn't understand why, he was looking at me with such intensity that I thought my shirt was going to catch on fire. Then Inoue and I headed to physical education and I saw Ichigo go the opposite way.

The girls were playing softball, I never was great at sports but I didn't suck at them. I was a fast runner and I had the keen ability to dodge flying objects, such as the ball when Chizuru was busy goo-goo eyeing Inoue and she threw the ball at me. The boys were running around the track and I couldn't help but search for him.

When that class ended, we had lunch and I was grateful. The rooftop would get a lovely breeze and I still needed to confront Ichigo.

The day got worse, he wasn't on the roof today and I didn't see him for the rest of the day. No boy could ever drive me this mad. I had so many unanswered questions that I just knew he held the answer to. As I stood at my locker and emptied out the contents of my backpack only to fill it with the books I would need for tonight's studying, I couldn't help but wonder where Ichigo had gone. Was he sick? That would explain the sudden change in behavior, I guess. As I shut my locker, Renji was by my side prepared to walk me out to my car.

"So Rukia…learn anything about our new student?" He asked as we walked.

"Ah…nothing of interest." I said with a light shrug and Renji seemed satisfied with that answer. I fiddled with my car keys in my hand and Renji was trying to make small talk, but he gave up and went straight to the point. "Yesterday…did you have a—you know—on the roof?" Renji asked, leaning down slightly.

I couldn't keep things from Renji, so I took a deep breath. "I think so, but I am not sure…it was strange. I just shook his hand and I saw so many different things. They looked like they were from nightmares." I explained and Renji just nodded in understanding. He was on the only one who knew about my little gift. We all have a third eye or a sixth sense as some call it. My third eye is just open a lot more than others. "You gonna talk to him about it?" Renji said before we parted our separate ways to go to our cars. I shrugged lightly and Renji said no more. I wondered if maybe Kurosaki's family was like Hisana and mine. Our grandmother had the same gift as I, and it didn't pass on to our mother or Hisana. So, my grandmother and I were always very close because of that. What if that was the same with Kurosaki? Maybe his family was a family of mediums or physic's.

&.&.&.&

I drove home to find Hisana talking to a middle-aged man, he had a slight beard and gray could be seen in his dark hair. "Rukia! This is Dr. Isshin Kurosaki." Hisana said walking up to me and taking me by the shoulder to lead me towards the doctor. "Oh, pleased to meet you." I said shaking his hand firmly.

"Kurosaki just opened a beautiful clinic and Byakuya is going to be supporting him." Hisana said with a bright smile.

"You are a gorgeous girl Rukia! My, you would make lovely grandchildren with my idiot of a son!" Dr. Kurosaki said with a grin. I blushed, I had already figured out who that 'idiot of a son' was. It was pretty obvious…there wasn't many Kurosaki's in this town.

"Rukia, Dr. Kurosaki invited us to his house for dinner on Saturday." Hisana said while she poured herself and Dr. Kurosaki some coffee.

"Oh please, call me Isshin!" He said waving his hand modestly, "You will join us? Won't you Rukia?" Isshin said with a sparkle in his dark eyes, the lines from smiling crinkled around the sides of his eyes. I nodded before excusing myself to get some homework done.

I shut my door to my room quickly and ran my hand down the length of my face.

"What are you doing on Saturday?"

Ichigo had said that earlier today…I smirked, that Kurosaki family sure was a crafty one. I don't think Hisana could have said no to Isshin even if her schedule was filled up, that doctor had a presence about him that just made you want to be near him. I chuckled at the thought; Ichigo must have gotten that trait from his father. I decided to go change out of my school attire; I changed into a pair of jeans and a light blue T-shirt that grams got for me a few years back. When I went back downstairs, Isshin had left already and Hisana was cooking in the kitchen.

"Hisana, I'm going to go and visit Grams." I said as I walked by and Hisana told me to drive safe. Her and Byakuya usually let me do whatever I needed to do, they were happy with my grades and in their eyes, I was old enough to do as I pleased.

Grandma was in her seventies but her spirit was young. She was always so full of life and years of wisdom hid behind her violet eyes. Her pale skin had wrinkled with time but her lips were always drawn into a soft smile. A pair of half-moon glasses rested on the tip of her nose as she greeted me at her door of her large Victorian house. "Rukia! How are you my dear?" Grams said leading me into her kitchen where she was making something that smelled absolutely wonderful.

"I'm good but I need to talk to about something…" I said taking a seat on a stool surrounding her island where a mass amount of ingredients were laid out.

"I'm always here for you Rukia." Grams said her white hair was up in a bun and strands of it clutched to her face. She stirred the pot on the stove and then began cutting up onions and carrots on the island.

"There's this boy…" I began and Grams listened to my story nodding and pursing her lips as she went about her work.

"These monsters…that you saw. What do they look like?" Grams asked as she took the pot off the stove and set in on the island.

"Oh, I don't know. They have masks…that look like skeletons, but this one I saw at school looked like something out of a fairytale book." I explained and Grams nodded.

"Well, you are old enough to know now…" She said with a light sigh, clasping her hands in front of her chest. "The things you saw were demons. Rukia, this world is so much more than just the spirits that we see and the visions that appear before our eyes. There are other worlds, other dimensions, and I am afraid you will now be dragged into this magical world." Grams went to my side and she took my hand, her hands were always so warm.

"Rukia, you're not just a witch by religion…you have so much power that you don't even realize. This boy, Ichigo Kurosaki, he was placed here for a reason. I have spent many nights dreaming of you Rukia, a world in black or a world in white. You, hand in hand, with this Ichigo." Grams explained but her words weren't making sense to me. I was afraid...

"You're speaking nonsense!" I said with a hysteric edge to my voice, I quickly pulled my hand away from hers but she didn't look hurt.

"Rukia, it's your destiny…whether you like it or not the fates will throw you and Ichigo together and you will be the balance for our world." Grams said and I climbed off the stool.

"Goodbye Grams." I said quickly running out of the house, my heart racing wildly. Demons? Other worlds? Magic, more than just chants to bring up our energy but to actually do something. Grams had finally lost her mind.

I got into my car and burnt out of the driveway, tears pooling in my eyes, I felt like such a looser for running out on Grams like that. I must of hurt her so much; I would never be able to face my kind-hearted mentor ever again.

I raced back home because I could see them in the sky and on buildings, those demons. Those monsters. They screeched and howled, black holes appearing and reappearing in the blue sky where they would go back to their world…or wherever the hell they went! 'This is insanity!' I thought as I parked my car and saw a man with a dark cloak appear in front of me. He didn't actually…appear…more like shimmered. I froze and began to fill as much air into my lungs for a scream. He opened his eyes and they were black as night, he lifted his hand and I prepared myself to let out a scream but it never happened. I didn't even see it coming, a sharp pain hit my head and the guy hadn't even moved.

My world just turned black just like his eyes. I faintly felt a heat, like fire, in front of my face and then it felt like ashes were tickling my skin.

A/N: 3000 + words! Yay! Review so I will continue this story. I'm having fun writing it as like a back-up story. I hope everyone is liking it so far.