Thank you so much for those lovely comments :D. But I have some...comments of my own; well honestly I feel that you guys may end up disappointed, because this story may end up somewhere where you didn't think it would end up(does that make sense). I will try my best to stick to the plot and not make it some directionless kinda thing. If it makes you feel better, I do have this story pretty planned out, as far as a couple more chapters. And if you're wondering, I'm goin' to try and update around every Thursday.

I like Thursdays :)

Enjoy.


The city was ugly, it was more or less crappier than any other in the country. Then again, not everybody's economy was the strongest, but the government had told us that it was the new age and time to renew the city. Though that was five years ago and not much has changed, while most of the city of Karakura is chipping and creaking under everyone's feet. On rainy days like today it just brings out the feeling of failure in humanity, things could be much better for this city, but not a lot feel the need to change, as this city is already at its low.

Because of my families good name, I lived on the wealthier side, but that never stopped me from trying to stop people from trashing the city further or trying things to make even a small change. People just thought I was a stuck up bitch that had money and wanted to do these things for the publicity or hadn't really cared for the unfortunate. In all honesty I understood, because its not like this hasn't already happened to these people, trust just wasn't popular in these parts. Solely because Im Kuchiki Rukia, people believed I was a no good spoiled kid. Frankly I wanted to get away from the family business and turn to my own future and become a writer, concluding why I'm majoring in writings and performance. But my brother seems to hold a silent grudge against my decision, then again it's not like Byakuya had always agreed to my thought of mind on anything.

Waking from my daydream to turn my vision from the window to my vibrating phone, it was Orihime. She has made her way into my dark heart and became my good friend. She is the type of person who will look out for others even an enemy in pain, and always was happy and saw good in an ugly situation. Truly I envied a women like her, she had a curvy body and the largest breasts I've ever seen, and long auburn hair, plus she wasn't mistaken as an elementary kid like myself. But she did have her flaws, surely she wasn't the brightest star in the sky and sometimes she just couldn't for the life of her, read the mood of the moment nor was she a good cook. But those were things that could easily be looked over because people like her gave me a heart filled laugh.

From: Orihime
Hey Rukia were going to be late for class! Meet me in the front court _

I frowned when I saw the time, I had two minutes to get to the other side of campus to my journalism class, stretching my little legs as far as I could, I jogged my way there. The teacher had warned us that this was going to be an important class and not showing up at your own risk for a grade drop, this is because we were having our first real assignment.

Clenching my shoulder bag to keep from making uncomfortable movement as I ran to meet up with Orihime. Looking at the time for the hundredth time, I finally see her patient figure ahead. She gave me a warm smile and stood from the bench, wearing nothing but a blue skirt that met at her ankles and white t-shit, and white sandals. Simple but she always made outfits like those seem more creative then what it really was.

The class was a large auditorium room with rows of red seats that folded into themselves, people were widely spread through out the class room. Sometimes when I looked around, I questioned why half the students attending here even took these classes if they end up sleeping. As for the room itself, nothing special really other than the blank projector screen behind the professor podium, slightly grey walls...and well that was it. For a journalism class, it wasn't very inspirational.

Orihime and I quickly took our seats and gathered our supplies needed for class, just as the professor came into view. The teacher cleared his throat, succeeding to get the classes attention to turn toward the front where he, stood. He was a kind man, though he was often sick he took his job as a professor seriously, and came to class when he could. I felt bad seeing him struggle sometimes through a lesson, but felt especially motivated seeing him get through it.

"As I had told you last class, there is a project and it is a large amount of your grade." The professor smiled sweetly, he turned towards the projector as it lights up with a picture of a dome like park. If it weren't for the lights surrounding the walls of the trashed landscape, I would have assumed it was abandoned junk yard like most parts of the city. The rows of folded seats were tared, some where missing and trash like old soda and beer bottles or popcorn bags was scattered everywhere. It was quite obvious that who ever ran the place hadn't cared much for it, my guess was that as long as people could do as they please money would be rising in the owners pockets.

Mr. Ukitake turned towards the crowd with a serious look " This is Los Noches Club, I'm sure some of you have seen or heard about it, whether it be on the news or something. Anyways there I'm not giving too because, your job is to gather information, write it in a report format and pass it in. But, I will tell the club where people are betting on and actively watching horrendous fist fights. These are dog fights people, true that getting involved into something as dangerous is questionable, but that is what writing performers have to deal with sometimes. It is illegal, but the shows are still being held every other weekend, and police have gotten involved though nothing has changed other than a great number of arrests." He paused to see the blank and serious expressions of the crowd.

Smiling softly to lighten the mood. "Now I am not asking you to be the s.w.a.t team and rescue, that is not your job. So you'll research and provided an interview, pictures, and thoughtful opinions. You can write your own opinions, or asking a family member or friend." He simple shrugs, as long as we get it done is what he is trying to point out.

"I love my students dearly, and I ask that you be safe when gathering information. Aah lets see, it'll be due next Thursday first thing in the morning." And with that being said Mr. Ukitake, gathered his papers and wished the class a good evening as he exited the auditorium.

Blinking in confusion, that was it? Shrugging I turned my vision to Orihime who was in a strange faze, "Orihime, you ok?" She snapped out of it when her name was said and sheeply scratched the back of her head and laughed.

"Oh no no Rukia, nothings wrong. I was just wondering how I would get this done, interviews are not my greatest strength." Orihime blushed. Her embarrassed expression vanished into excitement as she clapped her hands together, "I know since we don't have any classes left, how about we go grab something to eat?" As if my stomach proving its point of hunger, a low grumble sounded. Laughing, I nodding in agreement as I gathered my belongings into my bag.

The cafe Orihime and I had gone to was Chappy themed, a very popular figure and seemed to brighten its street with squealing happy teenage girls coming and going from the famous restaurant. Thankfully the place had wi-fi as I sipped my tea and scanned my computer. Orihime who was sitting in the booth across from me, was telling me something, but I couldn't understand because she had cake stuffed in her mouth. "What was that?" I chuckled, though still not looking up from my laptop. She picked up her coffee cup and took a drink, as I heard the sound of a loud gulp.

"I said, why not get actual tickets to the Las noches Club." When I heard this I almost choked on my tea. "I know it sounds crazy, but if we have seen it for ourselves imagine how much of a good feedback we'll get." She seemed to be serious as she stirred her coffee in deep thought; it was strange to me that she was the one that came up with this suggestion, because normally it would have been my idea.

Within the year that I have known Orihime, she has proven to me that she wouldn't completely do something out of her comfort range. And stepping out of that comfort range for her was around as far as going to the club for her birthday. Something about not feeling right at place full of drunk people grinding on her when she knew she wan't the best dancer, and a sequenced mini dress was just something she believed she was never meant to wear. So it only puzzled me as to why Orihime thinks its a good idea to see the actual show. I inwardly shook myself, then waved the thought away as I excused it by blaming bad city air getting into her lungs.

I finally looked up at her with my mouth gaped open. "You do understand that it is illegal, and if caught we will be arrested. Plus sorry to break it to you, friend or not, my brother wouldn't bail us out if he discovered us behind bars." That fact was true, not just to make her rethink the possibilities and us not being able to get bailed out, but as punishment my brother would surely leave me there in a striped suit behind bars.

I continue as she beings to pout, "Besides where do we even buy tickets." She looked up with hope gleaming in her eyes. I sighed defeated and turned back to my laptop and searched the Las Noches Club, oddly enough there was websites selling tickets also came with direction.

"This is sketchy, I don't know Orihime." She got up quickly and came to sit in my booth, staring at the screen. Groaning I already knew who was going to win this round. I just didn't have it in me today because the weather and classes completely drained me of all reasonable thoughts. Rubbing my temples with a sigh, I ordered "Go ask if the waitress for paper and pen."

With glee Orihime jumped from the booth and retrieved the pen and paper like a happy puppy. We wrote the address and ticket number since we used our credit card to buy online, and yet more regret was lying in the pit of my stomach. Dramatically I stressed that it wasn't such a good idea since our credit cards could be tracked by the police. Really who am I to be listening to Orihime at times like these.

Orihime explained, "Look Rukia the shows going to be this Saturday, so why not come to my house before we go. I'll make my new recipe, tomato soup and gummy worms." Not again, my stomach was still cry from her last recipe. But of course I'd never tell that her cooking is not her forte, so I agreed.

"Ah shoot, sorry Orihime I have to go. Byakuya is going to be home today and I want to get there before he does." I said while packing my things and giving my share of the bill. Orihime nodded and asked me to give her greetings to my brother. As happy as I was to see my him, I hadn't wanted to tell nii-sama about the journalism project so I only prayed he had other business to attend to for a bit. He hated the classes as it was, but if he found out how dangerous this assignment could become, I'd hear no end to it.


Walking into the large Kuchiki estate, the first thing I yearned for was a hot shower. The rain completely drained me of my energy today, not to mention it made me smell like a wet dog; cringing when the gross smell drifted to my nose.

"Rukia-sama" I paused in the hallway to look at one of the house maids. "Mr. Abarai is here waiting in the living room." My eyebrows raised, haven't heard from him in a while I said to myself. I groaned softly "Damn and I didn't even get to take a shower yet."

Coming to the living room, spiky red hair came to view, Renji was sure a weird one. Between the tattoos that labeled his body and crimson spiky hair and goofy attitude, I wonder why my nii-sama let me keep him around. Because surly Renji could easily be mistaken as a gang member, then again its not like it hadn't already happened. Chuckling I swung into one of the reclining chairs across my childhood friend, "Hey, haven't seen you in a while. Where have you been?" I got a look at him and mentally slapped my forehead. "Renji, what is wrong with you." It was more one the side of a rhetorical question, because his choice of clothing on a cold rainy day was not the best.

He immediately gave my a smug look practically say 'dare you to make fun of me again'. He was, scratch that, is a true idiot, wearing a black sleeveless shirt, sunglasses placed on top of his head and simple dark blue jeans. Sunglasses, really on a rainy day? "Shuddap midget, you smell like wet animal." My eye twitched and I was tempted to punch him, but my curiosity won over.

"So what are you doing here anyway, and you still didn't answer my question, where have you been? Last time I saw you, you were fighting some gang for picking on a nerd like a month ago." I questioned him like a hawk and his expression went from smug to uncomfortable.

"Wait! You saw my ass getting whooped and you didn't do anything to help me? Pretty shady Rukia." He crossed his arms and shook his head. Renji continued, "Its a long story and frankly I don't want you getting involved, that's why I'm here. To talk to Byakuya." All jokes aside, I couldn't believe this guy. First he disappears without telling anyone anything, then comes here a month later looking like an idiot practically asking to be made fun of, next he dares to call me a midget and lastly he comes to ask my brother for help and not his life long friend?

I sat there quietly for a while letting the awkward silence sink in as I watched him wiggle uncomfortably in his chair, then I came around and asked "Are you gay?"

I guess I set wood to the fire because he turned all shades of red while flipping out and turned to leave the living room. I was laughing so hard that tears were filling my eyes and I clenched my stomach because it hurt so much, I said in between laughing "Wai- Renji. I- was jok-ing." He turned around and gave me a serious look and sat back down. It was strange to see him in a stern mood, but I could get use to it after all he was much more quieter.

To lighten the mood I began telling him about my up coming project in journalism. "Have you heard of the Las Noches Club before?" Something strange flickered in Renjis eyes at the note but I pushed that aside. It only makes sense that someone would have a glint in their eyes at the name of something that was nothing but trouble.

His voice was cold, "Yea and what about it? Don't get involved with those kinda places Rukia." Geez him too, it seemed that Renji and Nii-sama just loved to boss me around.

"I have to, and you cant tell me otherwise. Its for journalism and if I want a good report I'm going there for more information." At this point I was sure Renji was on something because he was just acting like whatever I did was his business.

"Sorry Rukia I wont allow that, does your brother even know your going to such a dangerous place. You could get arrested! Or even worse, hurt. " Renji informed me like a panicked parent, I always knew Renji had a soft spot for me, and maybe that is what was annoying me most at this point. If I wanted to be lectured I would have told my brother already.

"Sorry Renji" I mocked "But I am going and if you have a problem, you can just go with me." He was silent due to thought then snickered in defeat. "By the way tickets are a bit pricey and I'm sure they're sold out at the ticket booth so you'll have to buy them online." He mumbled something like it wasn't a problem, breaking eye contact and looking heavily at the floor. And with that our conversation ended when my brother walked into the living room. His cold grey eyes scanning between Renji and I.

"What is this about buying tickets; to where." Byakuya questioned. His features where sharp, but something about his cold eyes and straight laced behavior draws attention from other women. True my brother was very handsome, but it always puzzled me how women could be attracted to such a person who was more concerned about work and the family company than his own health.

"Good evening brother, was your trip good," I managed to say from under his intense stare. "Renji and I were talking about my first assignment."

Byakuya only replied by nodding and turning to Renji, who seemed to be spacing out. I read the mood and decided to leave, knowing Renji wanted to talk to my brother. Mystery to me, not like they had much in common, plus it wasn't like Renji ever asked my brothers advice before. I started to take my gay joke seriously, maybe he was swinging the other way I thought.

I broke the silence first "Well I have a project to begin, plus I have to call Orihime and see if she made it home safely, so I'll be going."

Silence. Not a word. I mumbled how they were so uptight for no reason under my breath, but froze when my brother said we could talk about my classes later. I nodded and shut the large living room doors behind me, giving Renji one last hopeful glance.

Yep he's lost it.


Not what you expected huh? I don't know, just comment and tell me how you feel. Or better yet make it fun and do some predictions. And did you have a happy new year? Mine was alright...coulda been better, but hey it was a good time.

Until next time, and I promise a longer chapter .