Yes I updated this soon. I was just so eager to write this, because I knew exactly how I wanted it to go! I hope you enjoyed I'm pretty proud of myself for this chapter! The isn't in it , most of it is just Rukia's past, but I think it's interesting enough that you want hound me for not starting the competition yet. So enjoy wishing and hoping and even praying for reviews cause I want to know if I did a good job.
Later that day...
"Hey guys I've noticed something in the papers!" Yumichka yelled for his band to get out of their dressing rooms, 'How odd I'm usually the last in the dressing rooms.'
"What?" Senna asked putting on her red maple leaf earring.
"Have you've seen the members of the group the Arrcaners?" The dark haired man asked.
"No why?" asked Ikkaku.
"Because Ashido is in that band." He told his group who looked in shock and disbelief.
"That bastard entered the fucking contest!?" Shuuhei asked, he wasn't exactly the one to get angry, but he couldn't help it.
"I wonder if Rukia knows." Yumichka pondered.
"Most likely she does that's probably part of the reason she was so distant." Senna said.
"I'll kill him if he goes anywhere near her." Ikkaku sounded dead serious.
Elsewhere...
"Rukia?" a voice came from behind the raven-haired girl, she was at the bar drowning her sorrows in apple juice since she couldn't have alchol.
"Ichigo? What do you want?" She asked.
"I wanted to talk to you about something in private do you mind?" the orange-haired teen asked, his tone was serious.
Rukia nodded, "Of course," she followed Ichigo who led her to a corner of the club.
"So spill." Ichigo said with his arms folded across his chest.
"Spill? What exactly are you talking about, Ichigo?" Rukia asked him.
"I want to know why you are so afraid of that ass, Ashido." Ichigo said, "I've never seen you scared unless he's around."
"Do you really want to know?" Rukia asked.
"Yes, I really do." asked the amber-eyed teen.
"Then I suppose I should start from the beginning." Rukia sighed, Ichigo gave her his full attention.
Three years ago...
A smaller Rukia was walking in the New York streets in her school uniform, a white collared blouse with red pleaded plaid skirt and black knee highs. It was a Friday and she was walking home from her private all girls school. The small Japanese girl had no friends in school, the girls in her class thought she was stuck up. But she didn't mind she didn't need anyone but herself. As she crossed the street she noticed a group wearing white masks dressed in all white. 'Looks like a gang, better hurry up' She speed up her pace not looking back but she could he footsteps following her. She ran into an alley to try to avoid them, but this was her mistake she had no where to run now.
"Hey little girl." One of the guys asked. Rukia didn't want to turn around.
"What's wrong too rich and stuck up to atleast look at us?" This time the voice belonged to female.
"Fine, you don't have to" Another male smirked and grabbed her. Rukia was wide eyed. She saw a female ready to start pounding her in the stomach and shut her eyes awaiting the impact however it never came, she fell instead. Then she saw him with spiky maroon hair he took down the entire group. He picked up a acoustic guitar which Rukia presumed was his and with his other hand he grabbed the petite girl's hand and hoisted her up and began to pull her up.
"Do you know any place safe near by?" the man asked her, he appeared to be in his teens.
"Uh.. my apartment its about two blocks away." Rukia told him then directed him to the direction and they both ran faster.
Later they entered Rukia's apartment more like the largest penthouse in the world.
"Wow, you must be loaded" The man was wide-eyed.
"It's my brother, not me." Rukia said looking at him she noticed his appearance was peculiar, but attractive, maroon hair and silver eyes. Then she saw it there was a red stain on his shirt, "Did they cut you?" she asked concerned.
"Oh, I guess so, I wasn't really concerned with that. I saw you and I was barely thinking when I reacted. It's kind of low for people to attack an elementary girl." He told her.
"I'm in middle school!" She scolded as she carried a first aid kit over.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You really are a woman aren't you?" He asked sarcastically.
"Um... you need to lift up your shirt." the thirteen year old blushed. Ashido lifted up his shirt without hesitation and Rukia cleaned his wound, "It's not to deep actually you were lucky." then she bandaged him up.
"So what's you name Kid-o?" the maroon haired teen asked.
"It's Rukia," She told him.
"That's a beautiful name... rolls off you tongue, Rukia oh my dear Rukia" Ashido sang the last part strumming his guitar.
She blushed, "And what about you?"
"Ashido" he gave her his hand to shake, "Seventeen year old wannabe artist living off the streets of New York."
Rukia grabbed his hand, "Well, I'm a thirteen year old living a life I hate, at a private all girls school and a penthouse way too big for only two people especially when one is never home"
Ashido chuckled, "I like you already, Rukia."
"So you seriously have no where to stay?" Rukia asked.
"Um... well, some nights." Ashido told her.
"Why are you alone?" Rukia asked.
"I ran away, can't stand my parents- both drunks. I've been on my own since to age of fifteen, they haven't come looking for me yet and I don't really care."
"Are you hungry?" She asked.
"Ah... alittle." He told her.
The two teens ate their early dinner together, ramen noodles- Ashido was a lot more hungry than he previously stated he had five packs of ramen and Rukia's brother said her average of two packs per meal was too much. They entered Rukia's lavender room to talk more.
"It's beautiful" Ashido noted.
"It was modeled after the one in our Japanese mansion, so I wouldn't be too homesick." Rukia told him.
"You're Japanese?" Ashido asked.
"Yea." Rukia told him.
"Rukia's a Japanese name?" Ashido asked.
"No" the thirteen year old answered.
"What is it then?" the seventeen year old asked inquisitively.
"I don't know" Ruka said.
"But you're Japanese." he said again.
"Yes" She told him.
"With blue eyes?" he questioned.
"You don't believe me?" the young teen asked.
"I don't know" He shrugged, "Don't really care I guess. Is it nice over there?"
"In the town I lived in, ya" she reminisced.
"Do you miss it?" the silver eyed boy asked.
"Every minute." she sighed laying on her bed. Ashido to a seat on the edge of the queen sized bed.
"So it's just you and your brother, huh?" He asked.
"Ya and he usually doesn't get home until nine or ten at night, if he's not on a business trip." Rukia told him. Just after Rukia said this the front door opened, "Or today." she said wide eyed.
"Are you okay, aren't you allowed company?" He asked.
"No, in the closet now" Rukia ordered him.
"Wha-but" Ashido protested, but the petite girl managed to push him in, he was pretty happy it was a walk in closet because he wouldn't be able to fit other wise. He listened to the conversation in the living room.
"Hi, Byakuya why are you here so early?" Rukia asked., 'Wait a minute where do I know that name from' Ashido pondered.
"DeathNote quite on us and pulled their contract, we just lost the face of Kuchiki Records. I don't know how we will be able to find another artist that will be as profittable as them, we're going to be gone for if we don't get another band by the end of this year." the elder Kuchiki informed his younger sister. 'That's it Kuchiki Records. Rukia Kuchiki so you are Japanese. I need to get signed I have to.' Ashido thought.
"Oh, then I'm sorry." Rukia told her brother.
"So after today I will be more busy than usual, trying to find a replacement band." Byakuka looked at the trash and noticed seven empty bags of ramen, "Rukia how much did you eat today?"
"Oh, well I was extremely hungry I didn't have breakfast or lunch so I came home and ate like a pig." she smiled, "Anyway back to your problem why don't you just use one of the other bands?"
"They're not bands that can easily become famous they aren't passionate, serious, or good enough to be as big as DeathNote was," Byakuya said flatly.
"I'm sure you'll be able to find a good band I'm going to do some homework now" Rukia left her brother.
Later that night.
"Hey, Ashido" Rukia knocked on the closet door.
"Ya," He opened the door and saw Rukia with some blankets and a pillow.
"I brought you this to sleep, I know it isn't exactly the best thing in the world, but it's all I really have, we don't usually have company." Rukia told the tall teen.
Ashido looked down at her with warm eyes, "It's fine. I've slept in worse a lot worse conditions before."
Half a year later Ashido continued to live in Rukia's closet and the two had grown close, Ashido would play the guitar and sing for her and she'd join in sometimes...
It 4:00 in the afternoon when Byakuya arrived with guests, "Rukia!"
"Coming." Rukia rushed out of her room and Ashido knowing the drill took refugee in her closet. Rukia looked at the group of teens that looked Ashido's age. A bald man, A orange-eyed girl, a tall guy with tattoos and spiky black hair, and a weird guy wearing feathers, "Who are they?"
"They're a band I found performing at a club last night, called the Shinigamis and they look like they have promise. I need to go in for a meeting, mind interviewing them for me?" Byakuya asked in a way that was more of a statement than a question.
" No, Sir." Rukia told him and he shut the door, "So the Shinigamis- DeathGods right? Are you guys Japanese?"
"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet such a lovely young girl, Rukia" the teen with the feathers complimented her, "I'm Yumichka"
"The pleasure is all mine" the thirteen year-old giggled.
"I'm Ikkaku, that's Shuuhei and the little girl is Senna." the bald man spoke less formally than Yumichka.
"Well, that's great!" Rukia smiled one of her fake smiles, "So what got you interested in the music business?"
"What got you interested in keeping older guys at your home?" Senna asked and pointed behind Rukia.
"Ashido! What are you doing" her blue eyes went wide.
"I heard the door close I thought your brother left." Ashido told her, "How was I suppose to know he left you with company."
Shuuhei raised an eyebrow, "Do I know you from somewhere?"
"I don't suppose." Ashido said scratching the back of his maroon mane, "I'm Ashido."
"Shuuhei" he simply answered.
"Senna" the girl answered offering her hand for a shake.
"It's a pleasure" he kissed her knuckles, everyone except for Senna noticed Shuuhei's jealousy (they aren't together yet) glare at Ashido, "And you two?" He looked at Ikkaku and Yumichka.
"They're Yumichka and Ikkaku" Shuuhei told him.
"Anyway I'm going to be leaving, since you have company and all, it's a pleasure to meet you." he left with his guitar.
"Does you brother know he's here?" Shuuhei inquired.
"Um..." Rukia noticed that the tiles looked interesting today.
"It's okay, we won't tell, but I don't like him" Senna told her.
"You don't like Ashido?" the blue-eyed girl looked shocked.
"And you do? What kind of charm has that guy put on you?" Shuuhei asked.
"He's been nice to me and I've known him for almost six months now, in fact he saved my life when we first met" Rukia told them.
"Whatever you say, but if he hurts you in any way I'll kill him," Ikkaku told her.
"Um... I don't think that will be necessary but thank you anyway Ikkaku" Rukia gave a nervous smile.
"He seems as though he has ugly intentions, doesn't he? Very unbeautiful if you ask me" Yumichka offered his perspective.
"I'm with you feather head." Senna told him.
"You guys just need to get to know him, he's the first friend I ever made in New York" Rukia told them.
"And it doesn't seem out of place for a man nearly eighteen to befriend a thirteen year old? Under those circumstances" Ikkaku asked.
"Well, I've never had what most would call a conventional lifestyle." the petite girl told the rock band.
"Or are you just crushing on him?" Yumichka asked.
"No!" Rukia blushed as she protested.
"Now, that's a dangerous road, Rukia, if he knows you like him he'll manipulate you and use you in the worse way." Shuuhei adviced her.
"I'm really grateful for your concerns, but I really doubt Ashido would do such things to me. So let's change the subject back to you, my brother obviously sees great potential in you, and trust me that's hard to get by." Rukia changed the subject.
One year later...
"What do you mean, you won't even let him listen to me?!" Ashido yelled at the fourteen year old girl.
"I can't let him know that I know you! He's a protective brother and even if he was oblivious to the fact you've spent a year and a half in my closet he won't be found by the fact I've met a guy four years older than me!" Rukia yelled at him.
"That's right, did you think I'm just going to be living in your closet for the rest of my life, you know I have more talent and potential than those loser members of the Shinigamis that your brother's label has been promoting!" his silver eyes displayed nothing but anger.
"Ashido! He's not going to sign you because you know me, he'll think I have romantic interest in you or something weird like that!" Rukia told him.
Ashido smirked at this, "So you don't?"
"I don't wha-" she began.
"Have romantic interest in me." He stated rather than asked.
"I- uh" Rukia stammered trying to think about what to say.
"Do you ever wonder what I do when I go out?" He asked her.
"I was taught from a young age to mind my own business." the blue eyed girl told him.
Ashido walked up to her and started to play with the strand that was permanently between her two cerulean eyes, "Come with me today." he whispered in her ears.
After Ashido and Rukia went to the club the stumbled back into the penthouse, luckily Byakuya was on a business trip. Rukia was drinking really good punch, probably twelve or thirteen glasses not aware that it was spiked.
"I feel like a bunny" Rukia giggled as she stumbled but Ashido caught her.
"Your so cute." Ashido laughed at the drunken fourteen year old.
"It's so hot in here, do you feel hot?" Rukia asked she pulled off her shirt. and then stumbled on the couch. She soon found Ashido staring at her with something unrecognizable in his eyes, "Ashido are you okay?"
"Shh, relax," Ashido settled himself between her thighs, "Do you know how many times I've dreamt of you Rukia" he began kissing her neck, Rukia was drunk but she knew exactly what he was trying to do and began pounding on his chest, "What the fuck?!"
"Off of me now, pervert!" She screamed. Ashido grasp both of her wrists and pinned them down above her head with his left hand while his right hand covered her mouth.
"Shut up you brat! I know you want this, I've seen the way you've looked at me, you've wanted me since you first laid eyes on me so you better just admit it. Rich girls get everything they want don't they? Now, yet again, your getting exactly what you body desires." Ashido told her. Rukia bit his hand, but Ashido didn't flinch he let go of her mouth and she began to scream until he grabbed the duct tape to shut her up, "Now shut up and enjoy. Ashido began to pull down her panties from under her skirt when he was hit in the head, "Shit what the fuck?!"
The lights went on and there was Ikkaku with a baseball bat, "Asshole it will be harder next time."
Shuuhei sent Ashido a death glare. Rukia quickly got up once she figured out the situation and pulled down her skirt and quickly pulled her shirt on. Senna rushed over to her with a blanket. Yumichka walked from the lightswitch over to Shuuhei and handed him one of the two bats in his hands, "If I ever catch you doing another ugly act like that again, Ashido, I'll personally make sure your face will be ten times as uglier than is already."
"How honorable three guys with bats are going to attack an unarmed man?" Ashido straightened up.
"You want to know whats not honorable, its an eighteen year old taking a minor to a rave to get her drunk so he can have his way with her!" Shuuhei told him.
"Don't." Rukia said everyone turned around, "Don't hurt him."
Ashido smirked, Shuuhei and Yumichka glared at him. Senna looked shocked and Ikkaku couldn't help it, "What the fuck are you saying he just tried to rape you!"
"Don't ever step another foot in my household, Ashido, don't ever talk to me or I will have no opposition for these guys to beat you to death." Rukia's voice was filled with anger as she tears streamed down her face.
"Fine with me, it's been a great year and a half Rukia Kuchiki I'll never forget you" He winked.
The next week ...
Rukia was walking to school as she noticed the same gang dressed in white as she did a year in a half ago, but they didn't try to attack her this time they just eyed her as she passed, but what she noticed shocked her the most, Ashido was among them dressed in white making out with a girl with purple hair. His eyes were opened the whole time as he looked at her with his silver eyes sending chills up her spine, she began to walk faster.
Rukia began crying and sobbing. Ichigo pulled her closer to his chest to let her wash her sorrows into his shirt, "I'm sorry, Rukia I really am. But don't blame yourself, Ashido was an ass and still is, just shhh"
"Thank you Ichigo," Rukia told him.
"For what idiot." Ichigo looked at her with his warm chocolate eyes.
"For not judging me, for everything you've done, and not taking advantage of me. I first thought you were like Ashido, but you're really nothing like him. Your four years younger than him and ten times the man he'll ever be." Rukia told him.
Ichigo wiped the remaining tears from her eyes, "Now let's kill him in this competition." he gave her a sincere smile, she never saw him smile before, 'It looks nice on him' she thought
I hope I did myself worthy. So Rukia's past were you expecting that it was anything like that? Yes, Ichigo isn't a cold guy and comforts Rukia. Will they kick Ashido's ass as a band? Only time will tell? So who are you for the Arrancars (Kills you - hello Ashido and the rest of them mean to Rukia), Vizored (They are pretty cool), the sailor scouts (Girls and more girls), or Bleach (Ya lets go!) or maybe your waiting for a better band to show up. I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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