I might go back and clean up this first chapter later if I think it needs it bad enough but I put this first chapter out right now hoping to get some feedback. I'm going to continue it no matter what; I have the plot for this story in my head it's just a matter of getting it all written down (working on next chapter today) but reviews might help me get it done faster so let me know what you think! Thanks!

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Bleach. If I did, Toushiro would be the main character and this pairing would be a real thing.

"Wait here, I'll get the car", his father said. His mother nodded and smiled. His father went out the glass door and pulled his expensive coat up over his head to try to keep the rain from soaking him as he went around the side of the building to retrieve the car. The little white-haired boy played with his mother's wedding ring while they waited inside the restaurant, spinning it around her finger.

His father pulled the car up to the front of the restaurant and got out to help his wife and son to the car when suddenly a man appeared out of the shadows with a gun. "You don't look like someone who would be in these parts", he said.

It was true, the family had money and it was obvious from their clothes and vehicle but this restaurant had been a favorite of his mother and father's since they were teenagers. His mother had grown up not far from here.

His mother gasped as she realized what was happening. The boy's teal eyes widened as he saw the man was pointing a gun at his father. His father raised up his hands and calmly said, "There's no need for the gun. What do you want?"

"Everything. Wallet, jewelry, keys to the car… all of it."

Meanwhile, his mother was telling him to stay inside the restaurant no matter what. Then she ran out of the door at his father and clung to his side. "Please, don't hurt him!" she yelled at the man with the gun.

Startled, the man pulled the trigger. "No!", his father cried in despair as his mother slumped against her husband's chest, dead. Frightened and unsure what to do, the man squeezed the trigger again and his father grimaced in pain and fell to his knees, still holding his dead wife in his arms.

The street had been pretty deserted but there were other people in the restaurant who had heard the gunshots. Some started screaming. The man grabbed the car keys and drove off before the other customers could see him. But the boy had seen him. He had stood there and watched in shock as his parents were murdered in front of him.

He felt other customers and restaurant staff move past him, out the door. They were yelling at others to call 911 and standing by his parents. Blood was starting to pool around them and still he remained frozen in place inside the restaurant. Shocked. Helpless.

Useless.

Toushiro's eyes shot open as he awoke from the dream. He was staring up at the ceiling of his room. He looked over at the clock on his night stand. 2:00 am. He rolled his eyes and wiped his hand down his face. A light sheen of sweat covered his body. He sat up and threw the covers off, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

He sighed and rested his elbow on his knee and ran his hand through his messy white hair. He got up and slipped his sweat pants over his underwear and headed over to his small desk across the room. He plopped into the desk chair and woke up his laptop. Might as well get some work done since he was awake. He had a paper due later today anyways.

The 18 year old was said to have genius level intelligence. It sure made school easy. Even with all of his "extracurricular" activities he still managed to get straight A's. He finished the paper over the next four hours. After that, he took his time getting ready for school. His butler, Jushiro Ukitake, brought him breakfast on a tray. Jushiro had been with the family since Toushiro's father was a teenager. After his parents death, Jushiro had become his legal guardian. People often thought Jushiro was his real father since they both had usually white hair but Jushiro's had been dark brown when he was younger. Toushiro ate some of the food before slinging his backpack over his shoulder and heading down to the garage.

He perused the box containing the keys to all of the various vehicles. What was he in the mood for today? He finally selected the set that belonged to his black Kawasaki Ninja. Toushiro was a speed demon so everything he owned was fast. Except for the Rolls Royce that Jushiro insisted they keep. Toushiro didn't care much about safety so he just slipped both arms into his backpack and slung his leg over the bike.

Jushiro didn't bother trying to insist he wear a helmet anymore. It never did any good. "Will you be home for dinner, sir?", he asked, his long white hair falling over his shoulder.

Toushiro thought for a moment. It was the third Friday of the month. "No. I'll be late tonight. Don't wait up."

Jushiro nodded once as Toushiro started the bike and revved it. He expected as much. His master was never home for dinner on the third Friday of the month. "Try not to lose more than ten thousand tonight, sir", he suggested dryly.

Toushiro knew Jushiro didn't approve of his habits but he had stopped trying to discourage them after the second wreck landed Toushiro in the hospital again. It seemed the old man had finally accepted that Toushiro didn't care whether he lived or died. He hadn't since the moment his parents had been stolen from him. Toushiro just revved the bike again in response and took off out of the garage.

The school he attended now was a private school complete with uniforms. He had gotten kicked out of the boarding school Jushiro had sent him to when he was 15 and had been attending this school ever since. He had figured out better ways to numb himself besides fighting with other students. He hated drugs so drinking, sex, exercising and speed were what he relied on now. He found those options more fun than getting punched in the face. Besides, women seemed to like his face the way it was. No sense in screwing it up.

He arrived at his first period and tossed his backpack under his desk and stared forward. Seconds before the bell rang, Rukia Kuchiki plopped down into the seat next to him. "Hey Toushiro!" she said, a little out of breath from running to class. He rolled his eyes. She was always almost late. "Hey", he said in his normal uncaring tone.

The raven-haired, petite girl had been his best friend before his parents were murdered. Their mothers had been best friends since college and the two kids grew up together, practically inseparable. But after his parents death, he had tried to push her away but she persisted in maintaining some sort of relationship with him. He didn't know why she was so persistent about it. It wasn't like he was particularly fun to be around anymore.

"Did you finish your paper?", she asked.

"Yeah, I did it this morning."

Rukia groaned. "It's not fair. You can write a paper in two hours and get an 'A'. It takes me three days!"

"You still get an 'A'", he pointed out.

"But you barely have to try! I wish I didn't have to try", she sighed in longing.

Toushiro just shook his head. The teacher started taking attendance so that kept Rukia from talking to him anymore for the rest of class. He cared about Rukia a lot. Maybe even loved her. That was why he pushed her away. When he had lost his parents, it had sent him into a depression which had led him down what some might call a self-destructive path. He knew if he lost another person he cared about, it would destroy him. He might start considering suicide at that point. If he could succeed in pushing her away, he hoped he would eventually not care about her anymore. Then if something happened to her, it wouldn't destroy him. True, he didn't much care if he lived or died but suicide was something he just couldn't bring himself to even consider. The thought of what his parents would think of how he lived his life now was bad enough. Besides, Rukia deserved someone much better than him. Someone who was normal, happy, would smile at her and make her laugh. Toushiro hadn't smiled since the day of his parent's murder.

When the bell rang, Toushiro collected his things in his backpack and went to head to his next class. Thankfully, he only shared first period with Rukia. He didn't have a full school day since he only needed a few more credits to graduate. He went to head for the door when he felt a small hand grab his wrist. He turned to look at her and it almost hurt to look into her beautiful, violet eyes. "Be careful tonight, Toushiro", she said with worry in her eyes, that one piece of hair falling in between her eyes like it always did.

Toushiro nodded his head once and she let go. She smiled a sad smile at him and he turned, hating to see that look on her face. Rukia sighed and collected her things. She knew what Toushiro did every third Friday of the month and she was always nervous that she was going to get another call from Jushiro saying he was in the hospital again. Or worse. She shook her head trying to banish the thoughts as she left the classroom. She turned to the right and saw his white hair already far down the hall. She walked to the left, towards her next class and sighed.

Rukia knew everything about Toushiro. She had since they were children. And even though he tried to push her away, she made sure she never fully allowed him to do so. She knew things about his past that no one else at the school did. Like how at 14 he had taken one of his father's cars for a joy ride down the freeway. He had been arrested and sent to a juvenile hall for six months for that one. Jushiro sent him to boarding school after that, which he proceeded to get kicked out of for fighting at 15. And once he got his driver's license at 16, there was no stopping him after that. She knew about the drinking, the women and his obvious love for speed. Speed was what had landed him in the hospital twice so far. More specifically, illegal street racing. She knew he was smart, loyal, brave and honest. She knew he had the potential to be so much more. She knew everything about him and yet she didn't know why he persisted in trying to push her away. But she was determined not to let him. She was determined to make him smile again.

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After his classes were over, Toushiro sped his motorcycle home. He changed into work out clothes and spent the next few hours in his personal gym. At 6pm, he changed into a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt and black hoodie. He went back down to the garage and selected a new set of keys. The new set belonged to his newest Corvette. He had several different models in various colors but the newest one was painted in a deep royal blue. He revved the engine, loving the way it sounded and the thrill he got from it. It was almost enough to give him a hard on. He rolled the windows down and sped out of the garage and down the two lane country road that led away from the mansion. The wind coming in through the open window teased the spikes of his hair as his teal eyes focused on the road.

Speed was probably his greatest release. Drinking helped keep the dreams away. Sex and working out were good ways to release pent up energy and tire his body out but they never lasted long and they didn't help quiet his mind. But speed focused his mind on one thing; going faster. Racing forced him to concentrate on the road and his opponents. Even if he didn't win, he still felt high on adrenaline after racing. That adrenaline usually led to either more speed or one of his other habits.

It was still early so he stopped for food at a cheap restaurant and then got back on the road. He drove for 45 minutes weaving in and out of traffic before reaching his destination. This month's race was being held in an industrial area about 15 minutes outside the main city. The racers of course changed the location every month in the hopes of the cops not catching on to where they were.

It wasn't dark just yet but people were already starting to gather. He parked his car a respectable distance away from another racer's car and shut it off. He climbed out and shut the door. "Is that the new Vette, Toushiro?", the racer next to him, Shuhei, asked. He was leaning against the hood of his car with his busty girlfriend, Rangiku, in between his legs, her back leaning into his chest. Shuhei was one of the few in this crowd that actually maintained a relationship. Most of them had a new girl every week or two. Toushiro just had an occasional girl for a night. He didn't form attachments.

"Yeah", he answered as he shoved his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. "It's still all stock but I figured I'd test it out, see what it can do", he shrugged.

Shuhei scoffed. "Must be nice", he said. Shuhei owned only two cars. An old beater he drove every day and his pride and joy: a modified 2018 Subaru BRZ. He, like most in this crowd, had enough money to maintain one car and enter most of the races. Toushiro, like always, was one of the odd ones out. He had more money than he could spend in his lifetime and his grandfather's company was always making him more.

"What's this one's name?", Rangiku asked as she tilted her chin towards the car.

"He doesn't name them until he wins a race in them", Shuhei reminded her.

It was true, Toushiro had a bit of an attachment to his cars and motorcycles. He was one of those guys that would never loan his car under any circumstance or even just let you take it for a spin.

Toushiro went over to Shinji to pay his entry fee. This week's entry fee was eight thousand so Toushiro handed the skinny blonde sixteen five hundred dollar bills before returning to lean against his car and wait for the race to begin. He chatted with Shuhei and Rangiku while they waited for more to arrive and for the sun to set. He liked Shuhei and Rangiku well enough to talk to them but they never talked about anything personal. Just cars, races, who had been arrested recently, things like that. No one here knew how old he was. He carried himself like he was much older so that's what they all believed. They assumed he was in his early 20s. He let them believe it. If they found out he was only 18, they might give him a hard time about it.

Over the next hour, over twenty more cars showed up. Most were spectators. Even if you weren't racing that week, you still came to watch. The spectators used their car stereos to play loud music, usually rap. Toushiro hated rap but he was used to it. Other spectators brought beer and liquor; others brought drugs. A lot of the spectator cars that showed up were full of nothing but women. There were always more women at these events than there were men. Groups of three and four were always walking around pretending to look at the cars when they were really eyeing the men. Toushiro thought it strange that women hunted in packs.

He watched as a group of three approached his car, all dressed in tops that were two sizes too small and skirts that would surely flash someone if they bent over. Pretty standard for this crowd. He recognized one of them as a girl he had slept with after the last race but he didn't remember her name. They kept about a foot away from the car, not touching it. It was an understood rule that no one touched a car without permission from the owner.

"Are you racing tonight, Toushiro?", the one he recognized asked. She had short black hair and an attitude. He nodded once in response, arms crossed across his chest as he leaned against the quarter panel. "Will I see you after?", she asked, deliberately making her voice husky so he'd know what she meant even though it was pretty obvious.

"No, thanks", he said in his standard uncaring tone. He rarely used anything else. The girl looked shocked, almost like she'd been slapped. Toushiro maintained eye contact, expression neutral, letting her know he was serious. He didn't let himself sleep with the same girl twice. That could lead to her thinking there could be something between them and that was something he couldn't allow.

Shuhei laughed at the girl's expression. "Didn't you know Tatsuki? Toushiro never does the same girl twice. Never."

Tatsuki huffed and led her friends away, one of them, another dark haired one, looked back over her shoulder at him and gave him a grin before turning back around.

Shuhei laughed again. "Looks like the friend wants to do you. You going to take her up on it?"

Toushiro shrugged. "Maybe."

"You're a good looking guy, Toushiro. When are you going to pick a nice girl to have a real relationship with?" Rangiku asked.

Toushiro's mind immediately conjured up an image of Rukia. Her smile. He shook his head, removing the image from his mind as he said "I don't do relationships." Shuhei and Rangiku didn't know about his past and they didn't need to.

Just then, the music paused which meant Shinji was ready to make his usual announcement. He listed off the racers, there were six of them tonight. As he spoke, his girlfriend, Hiyori, was spray painting an orange line on the pavement marking the starting line. Shinji said this race would start out with two rows of three. The order would be determined randomly by a roll of the dice. Toushiro wound up with the right side row, second car back. The route had already been marked with caution cones so after the order was determined, the racers climbed into their cars while the spectators moved out of the way to make room for them to line up.

Toushiro steered his car so that he sat behind Yumichika's car. It was a neon green Nissan with a busy graphic down both sides. It just screamed gaudy; much like its owner in Toushiro's opinion.

The rest of the racers pulled into their respective spots and Yoruichi, one of the "founders" of the group came to stand between the two rows of cars dressed in a short skirt and an orange tank top that barely covered her huge breasts. She raised her arms above her head.

All the racers started revving their engines; it was mostly for the crowd but the sound and the vibrations of the engine helped put Toushiro into the zone. He gripped the steering wheel as he stared ahead, ignoring the outside world except for Yoruichi. When she flung her arms down to her sides, the six cars sped past her and the race began.