Thanks to those of you that have stuck it out, don't worry this chapter is more exciting than the last two! Sorry and hope this one makes up for some boredom. Sorry I was up late reading this really really funny story like ten billion times, I laughed so much that I burnt a lot of calories, ate to refuel, ate too much, then had to sleep it off.

On a rather random note, did anyone see how many communities "Naruto" has?!!! (3000+ ish). Especially in comparison to how many "Bleach" has! (almost 300). And "Inuyasha" too! (1000+ ish). How can there be 3000??!! It's craziness man!

It might take a bit longer to come out with the next chapters, I feel like I've hit a wall or at least meet up with one (A very thick, bricky, wall). I have point A (where the story is now) and have point B but can't get to point B (where almost all the questions are answered). The connection no worky!

But chapter five is halfway done, but it might be kinda fillerish until I figure out my plan.
Sorry!

Warning: I thought it would be best to tell you all now that Aizen will not be the bad guy of this story, he has a part, but he's a good guy (I just love his "fatherly" look to much to make him the bad guy).

DeviantHollow23: As always your review was great and I hope you can spot the scene.

Nekura Enzeru: I absolutely love love your Death, Strawberry, Holocaust story and hope to read more of your works. Ichigo's family (Yuzu, Karin, Isshin, Masaki) will only have a small part that will be elaborated on later and Yoruichi and Urahara will make their entrance around the same time. The parents, per say ... crap *whispers* the person Ichigo calls his "father" and the person Hitsugaya refers to in a later chapter as the "Epistle" are the same person (but not Isshin, or Yamamoto). The mother spot I still haven't decided who to put in there yet.

Sgt. Notorious: I'm not sure on the usage of the all the espada but I was planning on using Grimmjow and maybe Wonderweiss. Oh and I will use Nnoitra Jiruga, he will end up playing a very important part. I really don't like Mr. Spooney Head.

Thanks for the lovely reviews!

Random song of interest: Always be Mine - F.T. Island

Watch out for use language use on this one, because Rukia's potty mouth gets the better of her.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, F.T. Island or the Internet, in any way.

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"What do you need with Momo," Rukia said sitting down near the counter, in her kitchen once she got home. Nemu had already gone home, leaving a plate of dinner out for Rukia. Kurosaki sat down in the chair next to Rukia.

"We don't mean her any harm, I just need some questions answered, okay?" Kurosaki replied.

"How many is some?"

"Two ... ish."

"Why are you asking me, just go ask Momo yourself," Rukia said warily.

"There is a certain risk involved there that we'd rather not take," said Kurosaki, dancing around what exactly the risk was. "You're one of the only people that Momo seems to hang around and you seemed less likely to blab than that Senna girl."

"The risk?"

"Look just answer the questions then we'll talk."

She paused, "I'll answer them if I can, but in return I want some questions answered," Rukia said, pulling her dinner towards her.

"Fine I'll answer them if I can," he quoted her, "but I get to go first."

"Fine," Rukia agreed, reaching for her chopsticks. Kurosaki picked them up first, helping himself to Rukia's food.

"Okay let's do the easiest one first, Momo Hinamori, does she have a tattoo?"

Rukia nodded slowly, "That's random but yes she does have one, how did you know about that?"

"Wait for your turn, the tattoo where is it?" he said, his posture stiffening.

"She said it was on her hand but she didn't specify where exactly," Rukia recalled, as she got another pair of chopsticks, trying to claim some of the remaining food.

"You haven't seen it yourself?"

"Nope, but how did you know she had one?"

"It's still not your turn to ask questions, I have one more."

"Fine," Rukia grumpily said as he finished off the rest of her dinner.

He paused, appearing to contemplate what to say. "Has Momo been involved in any dangerous situations somewhat recently, like within the last six months?" He stopped, not looking at her, "One where … one where her life was in danger?"

Rukia's eyes widened but she hid her shock, "Um besides going to our school, where you have to dodge crazies on a daily basis that either try to grope you or fight you or-"

"Rukia, tell me what you know."

"How do you even know that I know anything?"

"Rukia, please."

She turned to look at him, her dark purple eyes meeting his brown ones. "How do you know about her attack?"

"Answer first."

"I can't"

"I already know something happened, now just answer," he said, a dangerous edge appearing in his voice. His face was rapt with attention, and he almost seemed desperate for her to reply.

Rukia swallowed nervously, "This is really important to Momo and barely anyone knows about it."

"What happened?"

Rukia took a deep breath and looked away from him, "A-about four months ago, she was attacked and almost r-raped. She was walking home when someone grabbed her. Luckily, someone else was around and was able to help her." Rukia stopped as she looked down at her clenched fist. She took another deep breath before continuing. "She hit her head and was in a coma for a week afterwards," she said, shaking as she recalled Momo's condition in the hospital. Kurosaki reached over and took her hand, squeezing it lightly.

"The man, the one that attacked her, he was never caught." Rukia whispered. "Momo's parents refused to relocate and now Momo will never go anywhere alone. She tries to act like everything is normal, but I know she isn't the same person she used to be."

"Is there a reason her parents didn't relocate?"

"Momo wouldn't answer that, I barely got her to tell me that she was attacked in the first place."

There was silence; Rukia heard the clock on the wall tick off the seconds as she turned her head to look at Kurosaki. His eyebrows were knitted together and his eyes had a glassy look to them.

"She wouldn't tell anyone about it. It was never in the media or in any of the newspapers. Tell me how you knew about Momo's attack and the tattoo?" Rukia practically demanded, breaking his thought.

Another moment of silence then, "My father told me about the attack but he didn't know the specifics," Kurosaki replied, letting go of her hand.

"How did he know about it in the first place?"

"Can't answer, that's not one of your questions," he jokingly said, but his eyebrows stayed furrowed. "And as for the tattoo, let's just call it a really strong gut feeling."

"That is not an answer."

"Well, the answer you gave me wasn't much help either, considering you haven't seen the tattoo yourself."

Rukia felt her anger levels slowly rising but along with those feelings, came a sense of fear. "If you know something about her attack, then you need to tell the police."

"The police?" he scoffed, "that would be a waste of time. Don't worry, the man that attacked her will be dealt with."

"You know who he is?" Rukia suddenly felt her heart rate increase. 'Was he the attacker, or one of his brothers or was he helping the attacker to stay hidden?' Questions exploded in her head and Rukia suddenly felt very unsafe, she stood, trying to keep her outer appearance calm as she picked up the plate, that had held her dinner and headed over to the sink in the kitchen.

She wished Nemu was there, or her brother, her cell phone was in her pocket but she doubted that help would get there in time.

"I don't know him personally," Kurosaki continued, not noticing Rukia's hand as it slipped behind her back to grab a knife from the counter. "But something can still be done," he added as an after thought, as if to himself.

He turned in his seat to find Rukia behind him clutching a knife in both of her hands.

"Who did it? Was it you or someone from your family? Why did you hurt Momo?" Rukia worked to keep her voice steady and squeezed the handle of the knife tighter. She looked into his eyes, and instead of seeing fear, she could've sworn she saw pain.

Kurosaki stood, walking towards Rukia. She took hesitant steps backwards, "I'm warning you," Rukia said, as he got closer. She backed into the wall and he stopped directly in front of her. Her back was flat against the wall as he took two more steps, stopping his body just inches from the knife's point.

"Why do you have this?" he whispered, grabbing the blade of the knife with his bare hand. Rukia felt the blood pour from blade, down the handle, onto her own hands. Her hands went limp and he took the knife, dropping it to the floor behind him. He stepped closer to her placing his forearms on the wall on either side of her head.

"W-what are you doing?" Rukia whispered, watching the blood trickle down his forearm from the cut on his hand.

"I told you that I don't know who the man is that hurt Momo, but I will find out. There are methods my family has, that you don't need to know about, for dealing with people like that."

"But how will you find him?" Rukia gasped out, putting one of her hands against his chest to stop the shrinking distance between their bodies.

"That's for me to know and for you to ponder," he whispered into her ear. She could feel his steady heart beat in his chest, and wondered if he could hear her heart as it hammered furiously away at her ribs, partially out of fear.

"Kurosaki . . ."

"It's Ichigo," he rested his forehead on her shoulder, she could smell his cool, relaxing scent. "One more question Rukia."

She just nodded, she couldn't form words at that moment.

"Do you believe that some relationships are meant to be and nothing can change that?" he pulled back slightly to look in her eyes. She hesitated getting lost in his stare. He started leaning towards her, his lips seeking hers.

"You can't change something that is meant to be. It's like destiny," she managed to get out, stopping his advance. He looked sad at her answer and the sadness was reflected in his eyes.

He pulled away, heading for her door. "I see," she heard the front door open. "Make sure you come to school tomorrow so I know that you're alright. Night Rukia."

Rukia heard the door close behind him and she slumped to the floor. What was that about? How did he know about the attack, or how did his father know? Could she trust him? She waited for her breathing to return to normal before she pulled her phone out of her pocket, ignoring the blood on her hands as she quickly dialed.

"Hello," a cheerful voice said answering.

"Momo?"

"Rukia? Hey what's up? Isn't past your bed time?" She teased.

"Momo I-I just wanted to say hey, and make sure everything was okay with you."

"Yeah everything's fine, why is something wrong with you?"

"No, everything is fine … umm Momo?"

"Yes?"

"N-never mind, I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow." Rukia hadn't felt like asking Momo whether it seemed as if anyone had been following her lately. She didn't want to instill any fear into her friend's slowly repairing heart.

"Sure Rukia. Make sure you get some sleep, sounds like you've been working too hard at swim practice, K? Bye," the line went dead, and Rukia closed her phone, setting it on the floor beside her.

She sat on the floor, staring at the blood on her hands, before the clock, chiming midnight, shook her from her thoughts. Rukia shook her head and slowly stood to clean up the mess.

She wondered if he was okay, because by the look of things, he had lost a lot of blood. Rukia finished the clean up, making sure no blood was left. She wiped off her phone and discarded her skirt. She spent most of the time scrubbing her hands, even after all the visible blood had been washed away.

As she headed to her room she noticed a folded piece of paper on the counter that hadn't been there when she had gotten home. Cautiously, she reached over and picked it up, unfolding it with bated breath.

Inside was a phone number and underneath it said, "You'll be thankful that you have this number someday."

감사

Rukia walked with Momo to school the next day, despite their house being a mile apart. Rukia had left early and walked to Momo's house, appearing on her doorstep without so much as a warning. On her hurry over, Rukia had nearly taken out Nemu, who had been stepping out of the elevator just as Rukia rushed in.

"Sorry have to do something early at school," she said to a bewildered Nemu as she pounded the button for the doors to close. The elevator hated Rukia that day.

During the walk to school, Momo chattered away happily, not noticing the worry Rukia struggled to hide on her face.

Momo reached up waving her hand in front of Rukia's face, "Hello, earth trying to contact Rukia here. You're acting super weird today, first you show up at my house, apparently on a whim, then you space out completely. You didn't even notice that you practically ran over poor Keigo back there."

Rukia saw it; on Momo's middle finger, of her right hand, was a series of black markings. Rukia unconsciously grabbed her hand, pulling it closer to her own face for inspection. The markings formed a word running along the side of her finger that was usually pressed against her ring finger.

"Rukia, what the hell," Momo exclaimed, as she tugged her hand from Rukia's grasp.

"Sorry Momo, I thought you had the same nail polish as me," she said in a distracted voice.

"But I'm not wearing any nail polish …"

"Ooh look Momo, Hitsugaya and his family are here," and for once, since she had met him, Kurosaki appeared at a convenient time.

"He looks good today," Momo gleamed, watching as Hitsugaya walked onto the school grounds, following Kurosaki. Rukia watched Kurosaki run his hand through his hair. There were no bandages, on either of his hands. All evidence that he had recently (and stupidly) grabbed the blade of a knife, were gone, both of his hands covered by smooth, flawless skin.

She pushed the thought from the forefront of her mind. Focusing back on her original trouble, she turned, seeing a sufficiently distracted Momo. Rukia used this diversion to escape, pushing through the crowd that had started to form, and barreling her way to the library.

There was no way his hand could've been healed already and a cut that big could not be easily hidden. She shifted it from her thoughts, trying to focus on one problem at a time.

She rushed into the library, bashing the door into someone's cranium as she pushed open the door.

"Sorry," she said, not even bothering to stop and see whom it was. She ran to the nearest computer and began a search.

She typed in the word she had seen on Momo's finger, and hit search. "Come on, come on," she muttered, stopping herself from reaching up and shaking the computer.

"No entries were found," the screen finally said.

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!" Rukia yelled at the computer screen. All activity in the library stopped as thirty or so sets of eyes turned to look at the crazy person yelling at inanimate objects.

"Uh," Rukia noticed the stares. "It said I have a low grade in a class that I know I'm doing good in hehe," Rukia said weakly, hastily clearing her search.

"You can't even check your grades on those computers, those ones are only for library searches," another student said.

"Shut your face pea brain!" Rukia snapped. 'Crap,' she mentally cursed herself.

"Oops, my bad, no wonder my scores looked so bad," her sweeter voice appeared as she grabbed her stuff and started heading to the door. "I should have noticed something was wrong when my name came up as 'Dictionary.' Silly me," her sugary voice said, as she talked the whole way from her position by the computer, to the exit.

She practically ran for her classroom, and spent the rest of the time before class started, hiding her red face.

답변 없음

"Hey Rukia," Kaien called out to her as lunch began. He had been missing from all the morning classes but Rukia hadn't died of worry because she had been distracted by other issues. "I heard you got second place on the Comprehensive English Test."

"And I take it you got first," Rukia grumpily replied, turning to look at him.

She felt her eyebrow twitch, and couldn't help it as she burst out laughing. "What happened to your face?" Rukia gasped out, clutching the sides of her stomach.

Kaien's face was puffy, especially around his nose. He had a brace on the top of his nose, and Rukia could see the bruising underneath it. To top it all off, he was sporting an eye patch over his right eye.

"Stop laughing," he grumbled. "My poor face was almost permanently disfigured and you're laughing your ass off."

"Sorry, sorry are you okay?" she managed to choke out in the very small breaks between fits of laughter.

"I can tell you really mean that, but for you information, I was in the library this morning, about to head out the door, when some crazy lunatic came rushing in and slammed the door right into my face. I was hit so hard that a blood vessel broke in my eye!" he indicated to the eye patch. "Whoever the big jerk was didn't even stop to see if I was okay."

웁스!

Rukia avoided Kurosaki, the best she could, the whole day (and Kaien too but only because she couldn't stop laughing), not that she had much contact with him at school in the first place. She skipped swim practice heading straight home.

"Hey, no practice today?" asked Nemu, catching sight of Rukia as she stepped through the door.

"I didn't feel good so I decided to come home, I'm going to my room," Rukia tried to hide her hurry as she rushed up the stairs.

"Okay, I'll bring you some something to eat."

Rukia hastily shut the door of her room behind her and ran to her laptop. She dropped her bags onto the floor and turned on her computer. "Come on baby," she mumbled to it as it started up.

She opened the Internet, hurriedly typing in the word from Momo's finger and praying that she had remembered the spelling correctly. She scanned through the results; finally stopping on one that seemed suitable. She clicked on the link holding her breath.

"Humilitas, Latin for Humility. One of the seven virtues, corresponding vice/sin: Pride."

겸손

DH I hope you saw which part was for you:)

It might take a bit longer to publish the next chapter, because I'm on a toss up about how the story should play out from here.

Sorry! :(