YAY! New chapter! Thanks to everyone who read my story, I'm extremely grateful! And special thanks to monster in pocket and Everlastingsakura for reviewing! Also, an extra thanks to monster in pocket for suggesting an idea, although I have decided not to use it, I still appreciate it! ^_^

Kuchiki Rukia tried her best to endure the long hours of serving drinks and balancing on her 4 inch heels. Really, she just wanted to pull her black stilettos off and snap those irritating, ridiculous heels.

"Come on, have a drink with us!" a smug voice from the corner intrigued her ears.

Her orbs of dark amethyst swerved from alcohol to a table in the far end where a teal haired man with bright ocean eyes was shoving a shot of whiskey into a young girl's face. Her grey eyes and pale lips trembled as she continuously shook her head.

Eh? Something interesting, finally!

Kuchiki Rukia, the 21 year old bartender who seemed serious and dull secretly liked to watch scenes like this. It was the only thing which seemed to lure her out of boredom during her vapid six hour shift.

She kept her eyes on that corner, watching with a consistent curiosity. Along with the teal-haired man, there were two other people. One had dark, tragic green eyes and black hair…emo? And another with glasses dressed in white clothes and a small..cape..?

Weirdos...That orange haired girl must be scared...I can see why they decided the chat her up, though. An innocent, easy, face and a chest the size of the Pacific Ocean, who wouldn't?

The 'bastard' started sneering which made the frightened girl shake even more whereas the 'emo' sat there, expressionless and motionless, just staring at the girl with his empty eyes. 'Glasses-kun' was slightly drunk and had his face slammed onto the table.

"Rukia-chan!"

The girl tore her eyes away from the bunch of weirdos to her orange haired co-worker.

"Eh? What is it?"

"Will you bring these drinks over to that table in the far corner? My legs are aching; you know much I have to walk around serving alcohol to those creepy perverts!"

"Ah, okay."

Rukia's frail hands reached for the tray of drinks and headed to the table…that table…

"Come on! Just one drink! Don't you trust me?"

"She most definitely doesn't…" The dark haired girl muttered as she placed the bottles of beer down on the round table.

"What? Butt out of other people's business!" The 'bastard' snarled as the remark reached his ears.

Rukia ignored him. There was no reason to speak to such a brainless jerk again.

"You're ignoring me now? Who are you to be ignoring me?

Kuchiki Rukia.

"Bitch! You're not even worth it!" The 'bastard' turned his attention back to the terrified girl.

Rukia turned to walk away but as she did, a panicked cry shot through her ears. Turning around, her frosty violet eyes watched as the 'bastard' started groping the helpless girl.

Now, that jerk was really crossing the line. This was a public bar for god sake!

"Let go."

"What? You, AGAIN?"

Kuchiki Rukia decided to waste no further time in conversing with the 'shitfaced bastard' and nonchalantly dragged the girl away.

The raven haired girl briefly heard the 'shitfaced bastard shout something along the lines of: Bitch! Never forgive and fuck!"

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah. Umm, if it's not too rude of me, may you tell me your name?"

"Huh? Oh! Rukia, Kuchiki Rukia…"

"Rukia-chan! Please call me Orihime-chan! Orihime Inoue!"

"O-orihime-chan…Huh.

Finally! End of my work shift! So tiresome…But I guess today has been alright. I made a new friend and exchanged numbers with her and saw something interesting!

Rukia opened her locker door expecting her change of clothes and water bottle but she was only met with shock. Shock, along with an empty water bottle and wet clothes. Sigh.

"Umm…Rangiku-san..? Could you perhaps…umm…lend me some clothes?"

"Clothes? Sure, I have a whole pile of spare clothes but with a petite body like yours, I'm not sure they'll fit…"

"Umm, could you let me try them on?"

"Sure thing!" The tall, large-chested woman winked and a cheeky smile spread across her beautiful face.

"W-WHAAAA-!"

"What's wrong?"

"I can't wear this!"

"It's the only thing that will fit."

Kuchiki Rukia, 21 yr old bartender stared down in horror at herself.

A sleeveless, amethyst chiffon top which wrapped tightly round her tiny body and black glossy boots which almost reached her knees. And then, the skirt…the skirt…WAS IT EVEN A SKIRT?" It barely covered ANYTHING and it was black and suffocating.

"I can't go out like this!"

"Sure you can, it's not illegal to go out with a short skirt and a hole in the back of your top."
"A-a-A HOLE?"

"What? You didn't notice?"

The shocked girl reached to the back of her top to find that there was no back; just a massive hole.

Damn Rangiku for having such improper clothes!

The female Kuchiki walked down the empty alleyway, cursing to herself.

She heard a few whistles but chose to ignore them. Until she noticed who was making them. 'Shit faced bastard', 'Emo' and 'Glasses-kun'…we meet again.

"Hey, Ichigo, come check this chick out." Shit faced bastard smirked.

Rukia raised her head to see a bright orange haired guy with glowing amber eyes and a tall figure. K-kaien-? No. Never again. "Chet." Rukia turned her head and muttered, "Ugly shit."

Well, it was supposed to be a mutter but it turned out more than that.

"Huh?" Ichigo's eyes fired up. "What'd you say?"

"Nothing." Rukia walked on.

Another whistle pierced her ears.

Shit! The hole!

"I thought you were dull and unattractive. Guess I was wrong." The shitface whistled again.

"Aww, SHIT Grimmjow! Stop whistling, it hurts my ears! Screamed the orange haired freak.

Shitfaced bastard chose to whistle, again.

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck her!"

Rukia twitched at that comment whereas a bright pink patch decided to appear on Ichigo's cheeks.

"Fuck off!" Both pissed young adults screamed.

"And you, STOP COPYING ME!" Again, in sync.

Ichigo walked over to the short, aggravated girl and leaned over her shoulder so that his lips were right next to her shivering ear.

Before saying anything, he slid his arm across her waist.

The petite girl was in such shock; she could not say or do anything.

"You're…quite short, aren't you?" he whispered smugly.

SNAP.

"FUCK OFF, HAIR FREAK! I HOPE YOU'RE AWARE OF THE FACT THAT YOU LOOK LIKE A FISH AND THAT YOUR BREATH STINKS LIKE DOG SHIT!" And with that, the now even more aggravated Kuchiki slammed her knee hard against his 'area.'

"FISHFACEDHAIRFREAK!" And then, ran off without another look back.

Haha, so this chapter is definitely longer compared to the first one. The first one was super short anyway so, yeah. And again, please please please REVIEW! I want to know more about what people think of this story! It's only the second chapter though…Oh, and please tell me what you think the length of this chapter, like, should it be shorter or longer? I think shorter but I'm not sure. After all, it's you guys who are reading it, not me! _ Also, if you have any questions about my story, feel free to PM me. I'll try to answer them ASAP. And again, PLEASE REVIEW!