So, I have moved and I had written this chapter down and lost it.! Sad, but then I found it which made everything better. But I fear I that I should stop writing because I'm not getting many reviews :'o aw, over dramaticmuch.? Possibly, hehe. I just want to know if I'm really doing well. So review review review. Haha, I only say that because recently I was talking to my older sister and she randomly turned to me in the car and says "Alyssa, when you become a rich, famous author buy me a In The Groove 2 game system." She doesn't want those lame matt ones she wants the arcade version.

She's a really weird sister but awesome. Also, I am using my brothers laptop to type up this chapter and he only has wordpad and it doesn't have spellcheck and I'm like 'Tf.?' So, if you catch some misspells and improper grammer please tell me and I'll fix them when I get a new laptop. :'D So here I give you Chapter 3: Not So Forgotten Intruders.

The drive to my house with Byakuya was more than awkward to say the least. I'd try to strike up a conversation and he'd anwser with the shortest possible anwser, sometimes I would get a simple nod, other times there would be no response at all. When we finally reached my house I breathed a sigh of relief. The car was stuffy with a tense atmosphere.

"So, um... I'll be right back?"

He cut the engine and simply replied, "Please hurry, Kurosaki. It is late and I wish to sleep."

I gave a sharp nod and hurried out of the car. I jogged up to my door, getting my key out.

When I enter my house it felt so empty. Looking around I was sort of relieved Rukia's older brother invited me to stay at their house. I would have gone mad in this empty house. I hated empty places.

I ran up to my room to pack the necassary things for a little under a week. When I was about to walk out I noticed a post it note on my lamp.

"What the...?" I had a bad feeling about that little blue post-it note. I walked over to it and realized by the extreme scribbles that it was from my father.

Ichigo,

While you are alone in this big house for the week bring many

women over and pleasure them well! I want many grandchildren!

-Daddy.

I crumbled the note and threw it in the trash. "Sick bastard." I growled. I continued my way down the stairs and out of the house, pausing only to lock the door.

"Okay," I said as I climbed in the car and tossed my bag into the back, "Let's go."

I continued on, shutting my door and buckling myself. After I was done Byakuya and I just sat there for several moments.

"Um... Byakuya?"

"Ichigo Kurosaki." He interrupted.

"I..uh, yeah?"

"My sister.." He began, staring forward practicularly at nothing.

"Rukia? Uh, what about her?"

"Don't ever hurt her." He said. His voice holding a sharp, icy tone. "Her pain will mean your death. She has already endured enough through her short life. Her heart no longer needs to suffer." He took a deep breath. "She deserves the best. If you love her..."

I took that as my time to interupet "WHOA! Wait, I barely met her yesterday morning! I DO NOT LOVE HER!"

"Do not interupet me." He turned to me, and the glare that was set on his face could've scared Satan himself.

"Sorry." I mumbled and turned to look out the window.

"Just protect my little sister." Something flashed across his eyes. What was it? Pain? No. Sadness? Possibly. Fear for his sister?

Yes, that sounded absolutely right.

I hasd been so absorbed in my thoughts I hadn't even realized he had started the car. But when I zoned back and looked up I realized we were back at the Kuchiki household.

"You will not speak a word of what I said to my wife or younger sister."

I nodded.

Rukia said he wasn't always like that but when he was ...he was scary as hell.

"Welcome home." Hisana greeted Byakuya and Ichigo with huge smile.

"Thank you." Byakuya said and kissed Hisana lovingly on the lips. She let out a soft giggled. Ichigo thanked Hisana and walked over to where I was leaning up against a wall at the back of the living room. He was still in his school uniform, his bag was in his right hand which was slung over his shoulder. His other hand in his pocket.

"Hey." I greeted him. His reply was a nod. "Come on, I'll show you to your room." I shrugged off the wall and turned down the hallway headed to the spare bedroom.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard him say, "Why, thank you, Midget."

A vein popped in my head. I turned on my right heel, lifting my left leg high enough for it to make contact with his face. I smirked when he fell to his knees and held his face. He mumbled enough curses to make a nun faint.

"Whatever, get up, Strawberry." I continued down the hallway slowly. Once I heard him get back up and the sound of his feet dragging behind me, I returned to a normal pace.

With my arms still tightly wrapped around Hisana, I watched Rukia and Ichigo. An intense glare on my face.

"WHOA! Wait, I barely met her yesterday morning! I DO NOT LOVE HER!"

You say you do not love her, Ichigo Kurosaki. In your mind you think you hate her. She is everything you despise? I think not. Sometime hate is the strongest form of love.

You barely met her yesterday? What does that have to do with anything. When I first laid eyes on Hisana was the second I fell in love with her. I may not have known it at the time but I realized it soon after. You will one day, too.

"Wouldn't that be nice, Bya-ku-ya." Hisana said as she yawned.

"Mhm," I nodded, I didn't have a clue what she was talking about but I learned to never ignore her. Once I was so spaced out and she had said something and it ws during one of her mood swings. Her mood swings are horrible when she wasn't pregnant but as of her status then barely three months pregnant they were intensified. She was furious when I asked her to repeat what she had said. God, I had never been so scared of her, or any women at that, in my entire life.

From then on I just would respond with whatever would be the best respond to whatever I had not heard. It was usually just to agree.

"Maybe, we should head of to bed?"

"Good idea." Her words were starting to slur due to her drowsiness.

I began to guide her to our room. Ichigo, you may be to blind to see it but destiny has it's course and there is no way out. If you hurt my younger sister in anyway I will hunt you down and kill you.

"You must be exhausted."

"Ga...mehmmm...ermm." I smirked at her response.

I was serious back in the car, Kurosaki. I hope to God you don't ever forget my words.

"Okay." Rukia clapped her hands together. "Comfortable?"

"Em? Yeah." Was my reply. I sat on the bed, testing it's comfort level and the sheets softness. They were okay;

"Alright. G'night, Ichigo!"

"Night."

Rukia shut the door as she left and I got up and began to change into my pajama's. A simple muscle shirt and pajama pants.

While I was in the process of taking my pants of the rooms door open, "Ichigo, I forgot to tell y..."

We both froze. Rukia chose the worst possible time to come and tell me something.

My pants around my ankles and her at the door staring at me.

Her face turned a bright crimson. "Sorry." She shut the door and I could hear her feet slowly fade away as she ran back to her room.

That's going to be awkward tomorrow, I thought. It's her fault for not knocking. I fell back onto the bed with a loud sigh.

"Yup. Can't wait to see how this week turns out."

And so the week went on; The first morning neither Rukia nor I brought up the incident but she knocked from then on everytime she came to my room.

For school Rukia would wake me up in the morning in the rudest ways possibly. It made my dads way look like special treatment.

Wednesday morning was a water buck dumbed and thrown on my head.

Thursday was ants in the sheets. That was hell to clean up.

And Friday was blasting music in my ears, until I went deaf for half the day, AND beating me with a oar.

On Wednesday, she had waken up a little late though, so after my torcher we had to get reading and run to school in less than three minutes. Hisana tossed us some cereal bars before we ran out and I had feeling this happened to Rukia alot and would explain why she was late her second day to school.

When we arrived to school the first day together, panting and breathless, we were bombarded with millions apon millions of questions. I glided past it all and ignored any questions that I was asked.

I felt bad leaving Rukia with those questions but when I thought about it she was chosing to anwser them.

When a red headed girl with a rather blessed figure came up to her I could help but groan. Orihime.

She's been obsessed with me and any girl who came close to me. Her grey eyes were piercing as she talked to Rukia. Rukia noticed, I could tell there was no way in hell she would have missed that glare. She didn't do anything, though. She anwsered all her question without a hint of rudeness. Once, Orihime was satisfied with all the anwsers she walked to her desk and sat down she seemed to glow with triumph. Why? Heck if I know.

The teacher was later than usual, I thought. That was exactly when the sound of the sliding door opened and in walked a tall, tanned woman. Her deep purple hair was tied professionaly in a messy bun. She had honey gold eyes with, what appeared to be artifical glass. I'm pretty sure she only wore them to look 'educational' like. Considering by her grin she looked like she wasn't really all that interested in education.

"Okay!" Her voice was a bit loud for a class room. "So, sit down, children." Her voice was a bit sing songy as she said that. "Your teacher is sick with some sort of ...sickness."

Clearly, she wasn't all that up-to-date on sickness or explainations for that matter.

I watched everyone take their seats but what caught my eye was Rukia. Her face seemed horror struck as she took her seat. She was trying to hide but her attempt was failing.

"I shall be your substitute teacher for the next two weeks!" Her grin widened. "My name is Yoruichi Shihoin." She glanced around the class, her eyes pausing on Rukia, she nodded towards her and went on. "SO TO CLASS WORK!"

The class groaned.

"Miss Kuchiki?" The substitute teacher called out.

Our of the corner of my eye I saw Rukia's hands clench tightly into fist. She lifted her head and glared at Ms. Yoruichi, "Yes?" She anwsered through clenched teeth.

"Could you tell me where your class is in this thing." She swung a textbook in the air.

Rukia reluctantly anwsered her, turning her head away to the window afterwards.

"What is wrong with her? Does she know her?"

I watched Rukia carefully throughout the day. People who noticed probably thought I looked like a stalker but I was just...

What was I? Just curious. Right?

Whatever the reasoning I had to know.

"Just what is wrong with her?"

She's hiding something..

An inner voice replied. I jumped at it.

I wouldn't have been so alarmed if the voice hadn't sounded so echoy and eerie.

I'll ignored it for now. I still want to know what's up with Rukia.

I slumped into my seat and glanced outside, I'll figure it out later.

So apparentaly our teacher had some rare sickness she got when she went on vacation. So she'd be out for at least two weeks. It wasn't something deadly but it felt like you were dying the entire time.

And out substitute teacher just happened to be Ms. Yoruichi Shihoin. I hated that women. She had never done anything horrible to me personally but the fact that she use to work for my father was enough for me to hate her.

I didn't pay attention to her at all when she taught.

To hell with what she taught, she wasn't even a freaking teacher. I had to give her props on her acting skills, though. I think those three days were the worst of my new life. When I got home Wednesday and Thursday I would be wondering all day why she was even in Karakura. When Ichigo caught me dazing off he'd ask if I was okay and I'd just yell at him to stop trying to get in my business.

But on Friday.. Friday was the worst of all.

It started out the same. We got to school, on time. I ignored all of Yoruichi's false teaching and went the whole school day like that. Until..

"Miss Kuu-cchii-kiii.!" She sang name as I was about to walk out at the end of the day.

I slowed my pace until I had fully stopped, I turned to her with the oh so famous Kuchiki glare. "What?" I said to her with as much ice in my voice as I could.

"Calm yourself." She smirked with a hint of command dripping in her voice. "I need to speak with you." She glared at Ichigo and continued. "And you alone." She almost sounded venomous.

I looked at Ichigo. "Leave." I nodded towards the door. He was about to argue about not being able to stay. That's just like Ichigo. In this small week I learned everything I needed to know about Ichigo Kurosaki.

I placed my hand gently on his chest and gave him a slight push. "I can take care of myself, Strawberry." He took a small step backward. He glared at my use of the nickname 'Strawberry' but I could see the tiny glint of worry in his eyes.

"Fine," He finally gave in. "I'll wait for you by the gates."

I nodded and let my hand fall from his chest. He left and I turned towards Yoruichi with a hard, cold glare again. "What do you need, Yoruichi?"

"Oh, so rude no suffix's at all?"

"What do you need, YO-RU-ICHI!" I repeated my question, yelling her name and splitingg it into three parts.

Her face turned into pure seriousness.

When Rukia walked out of the school and towards me I knew something was wrong. Her face was downcast and she wouldn't make eye contact.

"Hey, Rukia?" I asked her as she passed me. She was walking fast pace, it was easy to keep up but she speedily started to increase her pace as soon as I hqad caught up to her. "Rukia? What happened! Hello? What's wro..."

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She had stopped I almost ran into her but I stopped mere inches away from her.

I looked at her from behind her hands were tightly at her sides clenched into fists.

"Ruk.."

"Shut up, Kurosaki. Just leave me alone." She began to walk away again and I followed. She had called me Kurosaki. She never calls me by my last name.

I walked in front of her. "I just want to kn.." I stopped halfway through my sentence. Rukia stopped again and turned her head away from me but that didn't stop me from seeing the trail of tears falling down her cheeks. My voice turned cold, "What happened?"

"Nothing." Her voice cracked and her eyes showed that she was pissed off that it betrayed her.

"Rukia." I demanded.

"It is none of your business. Just let me be." She ran around me and I stayed there stunned.

I turned around to call after Rukia but she was long gone. I ran around for a while to see if she was anywhere near. The park, school, anywhere. I didn't think she would go straight home.

When I gave up I went straight to the Kuchiki's. I sighed and opened the door.

When I walked inside a sword sliced right at my head, I ducked allowing the sword to cut off only a few strands of my hair. I watched those strands fall slowly to the ground. Then the sword came flying at me, again, repeatedly. I thanked God that my father had given me those lesson or I'm pretty sure I'd be dead right now. "BYAKUYA! QUIT IT!" I was beathing heavily where as he wasn't even breaking a sweat.

"Kurosaki, I thought I told you to never hurt my sister!" He said with his monotone voice.

"AND I DIDN'T!"

"Then explain to me why she came home CRYING!" He was furious.

"I... don't know."

"Byakuya." Came a soft, melancholy voice from behind us. "Byakuya, stop." His movements slowed. Then, they came to an all together hault. Hisana came forward and took Byakuya's hand. "I'm sorry, Ichigo." She gave me a sad smile. "Dinner is in the microwave. Byakuya and I are going to go on a walk."

"We are?" Byakuya asked.

"Mhm." She anwsered and lead him outside.

Huh. So Rukia had come straight home. Damn.

I went down the hall, not even caring to eat dinner.

I went straight to Rukia's door and knocked.

"Um, Rukia?"

Nothing.

"Rukia?" I knock again. "Ru.."

"Go away." I had to listen real hard to hear her through the door. She had whispered it. I didn't want to hurt her anymore than she already was. So, instead of bugging her I went to bed. That didn't stop me from worrying about her.

Not that I was worried worried just... concerned. Sort of. I guess.

I sighed as I fell back on to the bed. I need to know what's wrong.

Six Hours Later. 12:34 A.M.

Okay, this sleeping thing was not working. Since I got home I've been trying to sleep it was already past midnight and not even a hint of drowsyness.

"Gah," I yelled and sat up in bed. I walked out of my room and towards the back door to go outside into fresh air. When I reached the back door it was already open.

"What the...?" I glanced at the slightly ajar door.

Outside I saw a small figure. And I heard a beautiful singing voice.

"Well Now I'm told that this is life

And pain is just a simple compromise

So we can get what we want out of it

Would someone care to classify,

Of broken hearts and twisted minds

So I can find someone to rely on

And run

To them, to them

Full speed ahead

Oh you are not, Useless

We are just.."

"Rukia?"

I gasped at the voice that suddenly came from behind me. I had thought everyone was asleep.

I slowly turned around to face whoever it was that just came out. Although, I had a good guess.

"I.." I cleared my throat. "Ichigo?"

"Uh, norning?" He replied. "What are you doing ou...?" He looked into my eyes and noticed the tears in my eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Pft, of course." I tried to make my voice as controlled as I usually had it, but it cracked a bit and Ichigo noticed. And the look in his eye was pure worry or pure sleepiness. "Did I wake you up?"

"I was never asleep to begin with."

"Oh."

"Rukia?"

I looked up at him because the tone he said my name in was completely not like him.

And then I broke.

Began as strong as I was I just couldn't take it anymore. I haven't cried in a long time. But with the news Yoruichi gave me and Ichigo's odd, but caring tone, I need too.

I cried. Sobbed.

"I'm so scared, Ichigo." I fell to my hands and knees.

To my suprise, Ichigo knelt beside me and hugged me. "It's okay." My eyes widened as I continued to cry. Then he picked me up and took me to the porch swing and he sat us down. I cried into his shirt for a while.

Once I calmed down and the tears finally stopped we just laid on the swing. I was on top of him my head rested onto his chest listening. I noticed not once did he question me about my tears or the distance I was keeping.

"Why aren't you asking?" I asked curiously.

"Because..." He began and then paused before curiously. "It's something you must want to keep private. And you'll tell me when and if your ready too."

I sighed. Ichigo could be really cool sometimes. Amazing even.

"Thank you, Ichigo."

He wrapped his arms around me, protectivly. "No problem, Rukia." I could actually hear a smile in his voice.

And just like that... On the porch swing we fell asleep in eachothers arms.

Without a single worry nor a nightmare in my dreams.

Okay.! So this story is just moving along so quickly ~.~ I don't know why I feel so dissapointed in this chapter. Eh, -shrugs. Oh well. PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW.!

And to leedakay: I hope this chapter was long enough ;^_^ It was originally much shorter, hehe. I even threw the song in for you.! I love that song ~_~

UNTIL NEXT TIME.!

Xoxo.

In The Next Chapter:

Rukia and Ichigo go on a little 'date' and Rukia Reveals all. Including what Yoruichi had told her Friday after a school.