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~One Year Later~

"Oh Nii-sama, this place is beautiful," twenty-one year old Rukia Kuchiki breathed, spinning, as she examined the spacious loft-style apartment. "It's one of the better looking places we've seen," She mused aloud as she walked across the large open room. Her footsteps echoed as she stepped across the rich wood floors over to the huge industrial window on the other side of the room. She took one look outside ad her round, cobalt eyes glittered.

"Nii-sama, you should see this view!" Rukia exclaimed, "You can see all of Karakura Town from here…"

Instead of gawking at the apartment like his adopted younger sister, the ever-stoic Byakuya Kuchiki was skimming the leasing agreement for the place. His eyebrows were furrowed tightly and he cut his icy, grey eyes at the building manager who was standing next to him. He was a short, nervous, stub of a man with round glasses and a bald spot at the top of his head. The poor man shrank under Byakuya's leering gaze.

"I'm not sure about this place," Byakuya said to the trembling manager, "I have heard from my colleagues that this building is somewhat dubious…it has a bit of a reputation."

"W-well, every place has had its fair s-share of accidents, Mr. Kuckiki." The manager replied with a nervous chuckle.

"But this particular building has more accidents than others from what I've heard." Byakuya said curtly,

The manager gulped and fell silent. He anxiously adjusted his glasses.

"I assure you Mr. Kuchiki, t-this really is a decent place to live…as a matter of fact, I-I live right down stairs…"

Byakuya remained unconvinced.

While the men continued their conversation, Rukia was curiously poking around the space, envisioning how beautiful it might look with furniture.

"I've looked into this place." Byakuya said lowly, his eyes casting a suspicious glare, "Some of the 'accidents' are unsettling. Like the woman who died here last year. What do you have to tell me about that?"

"Ah," The manager uttered, "You're referring to Miss Matsumoto. She lived on the tenth floor. She was so beautiful. I'm afraid her death was ruled a suicide, Mr. Kuchiki. The poor thing, who would have known she'd just…just…jumped to her death like that…it, gives me the shakes to even think about…"

"Hm." Was all Byakuya said.

Meanwhile Rukia was ascending the metal, spiral staircase. The younger Kuchiki eyes glided from one side of the room to the other and a small smile appeared on her face.

The upper half of the loft was a lot like the lower part. It had rich wood floors and clean white walls. Rukia couldn't resist the urge to see the bathroom. She crossed the room over to the door on the left-hand side. Upon looking inside the raven-haired girl's small smile blossomed into a large grin. The bathroom itself was modest compared to the rest of the place, but everything was made of sparkling white porcelain and had a shiny chrome finish.

"Rukia," Byakuya called, "Please come down here."

Rukia sighed contently, closed the bathroom door, and returned downstairs. Byakuya was looking at her expectantly as she descended the stairs.

"Rukia, the decision is yours." He said rather coldly, "Do you like this apartment?"

Rukia fought back a grin.

"I don't like it," She told him, "I love it! It's not too big and it's not too small, it's right by campus, and everything!"

"I suppose. But are you certain you'd be willing to stay here?" The elder Kuchiki asked, looking at the place with disgust. Byakuya would much rather have Rukia stay home; at least there he could keep an eye on her. Especially at night when she wore the special nighties he'd picked out for her when she first came to live with the Kuchiki family.

"I'm positive Nii-sama," She assured him. Rukia was sure this was the place she wanted. Unlike all the other apartments they'd looked at, this one just felt right. Everything Rukia said was true: the space was a decent size, it wasn't far from her college campus so she could commute there every day, and the rent was fair. Well, Rukia wouldn't have to worry too much about rent or utilities; being a Kuchiki meant a silver spoon got shoved into her mouth the minute she was adopted. Rukia tried to convince Byakuya that she was capable of taking care of herself, but he refused to let her pay for anything. It got annoying from time to time having her older brother constantly meddling in her affairs. Hence the reason why Rukia was looking for a new place to live. She had to get out of Kuchiki Manor, and had to get away from Byakuya's authority.

"If you're sure," The noblemen said, "Then this is where you'll stay."

"Would you like the paperwork, Mr. Kuchiki?" The building manager asked, handing him the official copy of the leasing agreement.

Byakuya's face remained unchanged. "Where do I sign?"

Rukia lit up! She fought the urge to clap her hands and do a victory dance!

Finally, she'd have a place of her own.


Now that's interesting…

Very interesting…

The image on the screen was captivating.

It was him. He was watching everyone again. Particularly them. The three people in the empty apartment on the thirteenth floor. He already knew who the short, stubby man was. It was the building manager of course. He'd seen him plenty of times. That man was so boring when he was out of his apartment. The building manager never did anything remotely interesting.

But, he watched them all very closely. His eyes were glittering like diamonds. He didn't need to wonder what the black-haired couple was doing. They were looking at the apartment like others had done. He wondered who they were. The black-haired gentleman standing next to the manager looked cold and untouchable. He also looked familiar…was that Byakuya Kuchiki? But then who was he with? He then turned his attention to the small, pretty girl standing across from the stone-faced man. Hmm…was she his girlfriend or wife maybe?

He sighed.

He really should have been paying more attention to the conversation. But it seemed like the sound was going in and out. Possibly because the room was empty and the echo wreaked havoc on the microphone.

Just then, the black-haired gentleman signed what looked to be the lease.

He smiled.

Hmmm…so it would seem these people, whoever they were, would be moving in. It was about time the building manager filled that empty space.

Now he'd have some new people to observe.

Ever get the feeling you're being watched?

To Be Continued…


Lemony: Hmm…again, who is this "he" person? XD. I suppose you'll find out sooner or later. Most likely later! Anywho, I had a rough night and I'm gonna go back to sleep now! Oh and readers, I get the feeling that this story is going to be LONG, so yeah...REVIEW!

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