Author's Note: This takes place before Manga #1, I just want to rewrite how they meet. It's been nagging me for a while now

With a simple thrust of the sword

Those black eyes that can pierce into your soul, the rough hair that never needed to be combed because it always looked good, that rough exterior about him that most people couldn't help but be attracted to, yet could still maintain a certain kindness in his voice. Spirits he's just too much like him. One thing does scare me about this Kurosaki Ichigo, he's the only human who can talk to a whole so easily. All the other ones mis-interpret what a spirit wants and turn them into a hollow. But this one, he's different.

It's been how long now? Sixteen, seventeen, years since he died. Yet why do I see him right here, in front of my eyes? I've been following him silently, over the past few weeks, wanting to know more about this boy. It's not stalking, because I'm already dead. Most people may be able to see a slight trace of a spirit, but not many can hear them. Those that can are gifted, this made me curious. Why can he see, hear, and touch ghosts? And most of all, how can he manipulate spiritronsinto molecules for a short amount of time?

I'm most definitely not neglecting my job, I cleanse them whenever my cell phone rings, but whenever that happens, the boy looks around to see who's cell is ringing. Hah, I must be driving him insane.

"Hey, Tatsuki, did you feel that? I know you can hear these spirits as well." The boy asked his friend, who I didn't pay any attention to. Wait? A spirit making a loud sound? A hollow? Where? Ring. Ring. What the? It's nearby. I'll catch up to this boy later.

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Damned hollow, that was almost pointless. Another day, another crappy amount of credits I assume. I shot a glance at the cell, then at the public clock at the corner. It's off, by two hours. Damn you Urahara, I should be on my break right now. That other guy will take over for me for a bit I guess.

"Yo! Orihime! Are you okay?" Yelled out that familiar voice, to an upper-story window which I didn't pay attention to at all, just trying to get my black kimono all readied up again. Couldn't they made something a bit more practical for us to wear? It's nice and loose and all, but it's gets so...ugh never mind.

Huh? Where am I? I looked around, I must of been subconsciously following the boy. It's rather dark, an alleyway?

A voice rang out from behind me, "Explain yourself. Now." He commanded, it sounded like it was to me, but to see a shinigami takes far more spiritual power then seeing a regular whole. I pretended not to pay any attention to him.

"Oi. Don't ignore me. I'm talking to you, samurai-chick in the black kimono." He DID see me. What the hell? I realized he had a lot of spiritual energy, but this! This is..! "I finally got your attention. Now why are you following me? I have enough spirits bothering me already!" His voice became a bit agitated.

"..." I didn't reply, trying to come up with an ample excuse, "I'm just a whole?" I lied horribly. My mind full out of ideas.

"Tch, well you're a damn strange one. All other wholes don't follow me around, don't have cell phones. And certainly don't jump off every-time I hear a scream. Not to mention all the spirits I help, disappear after I help them." He stated with such matter-of-fact in his voice, it made it hard for me to take it all in.

"What do you expect me to say? I could just be a little strange. Who knows?" I commented, my lie becoming harder to sense. But I think he knew that I was still lying.

He sighed, "Just tell me what you are so I can get going!" Sheesh, won't this boy take a hint. He's just so much like Kaien. Wait, what?

If he's just so much like Kaien, it's pointless trying to lie, one last ditch effort. Wait, damn. I can't run, this is my assigned area, and no matter what, he's going to see me again. Screw it. "Fine, I am a shinigami." Maybe he wouldn't believe this either.

"A god of death? Aren't you kind of short to be something like that? You look just like a pipsqueak." Okay. That's it. I'll just erase this guy's memory, maybe he won't remember a thing. I took it out of my kimono, and pointed it at him. Flash. I looked back at him. Nothing, Still standing. "What the hell was that? Listen, I believe you're a shinigami."

He's IMMUNE to it? What kind of person IS he? I haven't known a person in my entire time as a soul reaper that was immune to this. Suddenly something made his head spin, he felt something, "What the hell? What was that howl?"

I knew immediately what it was, a hollow. He somehow sensed it before I did, but it is. "A hollow."

"What the hell is a hollow!" He exclaimed back at me.

"I'll explain later! It's nearby!"

My cell phone rang. It's here.

"Karin!" He looked away, I didn't bother to follow his gaze, but apparently he found someone he knew. I could here her talking, labored, the energy coming off the body was injured. This girl was attacked by the hollow.

"Boy! Stay back! I'll handle this!"

Without even looking back, he grabbed a wood plank that was leaning on the side the building, "No! It's my family that, thing is attacking!"

Dammit, it's my fault, I should of been here! It's close, the boy is strong, but not strong enough. Dammit!

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Ugh, damn. This hurts. This defiantly hurts, what can I do now? I'm NOT going to die here! I have to figure something out. Wait, the boy. "Boy! Come here!" I managed to choke out of my throat. "There's not much choice. I have to give you some of my dark power." I stated.

He looked at me oddly, "What? This isn't exactly the time for jokes! It's going to come back any second!"

"I'm not joking! Give me your soul and I shall help." I spoke rather archaically reciting only what I remembered from the transcripts. "The soul is in your heart. I trust you won't abuse this." What the hell am I thinking? I barely know the boy, yet I'm giving him something that he could abuse! He stared at me into the eyes. No. I can trust those eyes. I can trust him. I can trust him like I did Kaien.

"It's not boy. It's..."

I smiled weakly, "Kurosaki Ichigo. I know. My name is..."

"Rukia Kuchiki. I don't know how I know. But I do." This boy. He has more surprises on him then I could ever imagine. With that, I held my zanpakuto to his chest and thrust. And that changed the course of fate of me, him, and the soul society.


Author's Note: It's not supposed to be that great, I just wanted to write it. People, READ AND REVIEW! Sheesh! People who have this on favorites at least review as well! I'm lonely! -Cries-