Chapter Three: hum hallelujah I just love being famous

The price of fame I think I paid, want my change I done gave/E'erything in my possession for my seconds on the stage

Her muscles were flexing, releasing an almost orgasmic pleasure. The wind brushing against her tracksuit pants tickled a little. A runner's high was always the best cure for her migraines. She got a little carried away the night before at the club, thank god for Kira, her impromptu-designated driver that night. The press would shit themselves if they ever found out she drank, and at only 18, she was three years off the legal limit; Rukia frown at the thought. How come if she were any other teen it wouldn't be as big of a deal, the most she would get was a grounding. But she wasn't any normal teen, an award-winning actress and one of the highest paid at that. At was at those times she envied normality.

At her turn through the park, she took a chance to admire the beauty, Cherry blossoms were in bud waiting to burst free for July, it would be a sight to behold. The stream run along side her, koi swimming gracefully against the current, Rukia glanced at her burled reflection. It was rare she ran in the park, the paparazzi always managing to stalk her. Despite the fact that she was a celebrity and as a job requirement you had to be taken pictures of, Rukia hated it. She didn't mind the red carpet events or the occasional photo shoot for a magazine for a movie campaign. But in her privacy, her alone time, she minded.

With a click and a flash, Rukia realized she had spoken too soon. They'd found her despite the fact that she was now blond. Her hair was in a short ponytail; she'd grown it from the bob the last year for the role.

More followed and Rukia winced, questions of Rukia why blond? Rukia is it true kc Jameson dumped you for D Wezz? Rukia, why that shade did you dye it yourself/ it looks divine. Rukia you think Hisagi will like it, you guys dating right/ and on and on. She didn't even know half the people they were asking her about, her 'boyfriends and ex's'. Besides, Hisagi was like gay or something wasn't he? He was with that director Kensei.

She speed up but they keep up with her, damn photographers were fit, she even saw one running ahead to get better pictures of her!

Rukia kept her face neutral no smiles no snarling at the cameras. passive and stare straight ahead focus, just like mother taught her. She realized that her cold expressions would do nothing to elevate her ice bitch status. She didn't mind.

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Once again she'd made the cover of every magazine, even the business times had a section on it. He shock his head not sure whether he should be disappointed for her over exposure or pleased that a scandal wasn't the reason. She dyed her hair, the infamous raven Kuchiki locks reduced to this, movie role or not, Mother would call; grandmother would turn in her grave.

Byakuya, the business tycoon, turned the pages of People to look at the music section. A secret fan of hollow Zangetsu he had been sad to see the departure of the lead singer, so then it made sense that he would be interested in the section about them in current issue. He raised a black eyebrow, they would be performing live at the charity ball the next month with their new lead singer whose identity was yet to be made public, he wasn't planning on attending as he had some business meeting in Hong Kong during the time. Well the Shibas would just have to understand wouldn't they?

He knew Yoruichi would be there and there was no way he was letting his sempai brag that she had seen them first in concert!

In fact why wait for the concert when he could just find out from the source, he pressed a number into his black berry, Kenpachi Zaraki answered.

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Renji and Ichigo had been looking over some material together, it hadn't been comfortable but they were done and over worth it, for that day at least. Both men walked into the lounge, a typical bachelor pad and spotted Grimmjow and his friend Nel by the pool table.

Ichigo hung his earphones by his neck as he nodded a greeting at them. The only thing he knew about Nel was that she was in a band her self, the lead guitar of the Mono skulls she was pretty cool and a real looker. Though he had his suspicions over her relationship with their drummer.

As he passed by, he overheard them talking animatedly about something "what's that you talking bout" he asked out of curiosity

"Oh Kuchiki Rukia, it says she-" replied Nel, as soon as she spoke those words however, Ichigo decided he didn't want to know and promptly put back his skull candy earphones, Escape the Fate blasting in his head. "-dyed her hair platinum blond" finished Nel, "what's his' deal?" she asked Grimmjow, he shrugged in response.

You see, the thing about curiosity…

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He had been the class valedictorian, even beating out that ego Toshiro. He could memorize the sequence of a song in mere hours and sew a full outfit at the same time. So why was he finding it so hard to write a simple email. The blank screen glared mockingly at him and he felt like hitting the LG notebook, like it was at fault for his failure to communicate with her.

It hadn't been that long, hard it? Just nine months, 255 days 6120 hours, 367200 minutes… no not that long at all.

His fingers moved, a letter at a time; I m I ss y o u o r I h I me.

Signed – I s h I d a u y r u u.

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And I don't know where I am /And I don't know what I'm into/ And I don't know what I've done to me

Tatsuki stared down at the un-crumpled piece of paper, it had wrinkles running through at and its edges were a bit torn, the ink though, was in perfect condition, kinda like she was. The words confirmed it. She'd been clean three months, the entire length of the program. That though, was five months ago.

Tatsuki had voluntarily stayed in rehab for eight months, five of those that she didn't need to, but she stayed, even paid the centre extra for the overtime. The doctors said she was clean, the counselors and the media too, even the words on that paper said so, she could have gone back but she didn't;

Tatsuki may have been clean physically, but mentally emotionally spiritually, she still felt dirty.

So I'll waste my time and I'll burn my mind/ On miss nothing, miss everything

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