I don't own Bleach. I don't own the song, "Unbelievable."

Title: Unbelivable

Rating: T

Summary: Running late for work was not what she was known to do; some higher power clearly had it out for her. That day she stumbles upon a lone man playing his guitar. And she can't help but to thank that higher power.

A/N: Some of you might read on my profile that I had the opportunity to go to the Josh Gracin concert this past week. It was awesome! So, this chapter is named after his song, "Unbelievable." The song is amazing and will give you chills. Truuuust me.

That and my best friend Konoichi2.0 (you can find her on my favorite authors list) wrote a Bleach X Avatar: that Last Airbender crossover oneshot, in honor of the series finale tonight! Please, go read and review! It's hilarious. Oh, that and Zutara totally is gold. ;) Anyway, enjoy the oneshot and please review!

"Shit, shit, shit!" Rukia Kuchiki mumbled. She ran a brush through her hair and ran to her apartment door. She was mentally cursing herself, telling herself what an idiot she was and how dumb she was for sleeping in.

She had a huge meeting today with her boss and she was already a half an hour late! Tack on the ten minutes it took her to walk to work, the twenty minutes go through security, and the other five minutes to go to her office so she could grab the reports she had forgotten, she was going to be over an hour behind schedule … her boss's schedule. Granted, her boss was a kind, loveable man; she still didn't think he'd approve her running so late. Her brother would definitely not approve.

Jogging out of her building, she stopped to catch her breath. Her alarm hadn't gone off this morning, so by the time she got up, she only had fifteen minutes to get ready if she still wanted to get to work on time. It usually took her two hours. Today, she managed in forty-five minutes.

Now, she was briskly passing people on the busy streets of Karakura. People bumped into her and she rammed into people — accidentally of course. Her boss was so going to kill her.

She felt a buzzing in her back pocket. Stopping abruptly, pulled out her phone and read, who else, but her boss calling. Flipping the device open, she continued to walk, even faster now. "Hello?" she said.

"Is this Rukia?"

"Yes, sir, this is she."

"You do remember that we were supposed to be meeting around half an hour ago minutes ago?" She could hear that he wasn't mad at all, just worried. Her boss, Mr. Ukitake, was always worried about her and her safety. He would tell her all the time to be careful around this town; men were always looking after pretty girls.

"Yes sir, I'm truly sorry," she replied, looking both ways down the highway and then quickly crossing. "My alarm didn't go off this morning so I'm running very behind."

Ukitake laughed. "It's no big deal, Rukia. Get here when you can. Don't rush. I can postpone the meeting if you need me too." She thought she could even hear him smiling on the other end of the phone. It made Rukia feel as if she was talking to her grandfather, though Ukitake was much younger than such an age.

"No, that's alright. I should be there in around thirty minutes." She said her goodbyes and quickly hung up the phone. She sighed. Why this day of all days did she have to be late? It didn't matter if it was yesterday or tomorrow or even the next today.

Someone clearly had it out for her.

She was about to cross another intersection when the 'do not walk' sign started to flash. "Damn it," she cursed. The people around looked down at her most likely thinking such spiteful words should come out of such a small girl.

She cursed them too.

Then, she heard something. It sounded like it was close, yet so far away. The sound blocked out the people around her; the ones whispering, the ones talking on their cell phones, even their breathing vanished. The only sound she could hear was that sound … it was an instrument.

She turned around, fully intent on finding out what it was. Right then, it didn't matter if she was late … she was mesmerized by this sound, this instrument. Pushing her way past the other businessmen and women, she successfully made it back onto the sidewalk.

That was when she found it … or rather him. He was sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk. Located in an alleyway right in between a café and a bookstore, he was strumming that instrument she had heard … a guitar.

The man was looked different from most of the people she had to deal with. For one thing, he wasn't wearing a suit; instead, he had on a pair of old jeans with rips and tears throughout them with a tight black shirt that showed his rippling muscles. His hair wasn't slicked back or put up neatly; it looked more like he had just rolled out of bed and it was the color of a sunset, not the normal midnight she was used to seeing.

He didn't look so cold either. He looked warm to the touch and the nicest personality to be around. He looked calm and sincere. He looked like he had all the time in the world. Rukia smiled lightly. She had never witnessed someone like this before.

He was tuning his guitar, she realized as he stopped strumming and started again. Finally, he looked up at her and his smile was so true it made Rukia want to weep.

Then, he started to fall into a melody. Rukia stood six or seven feet away from him, next to the street and watched. People passed by, glanced in his direction, and kept going; no one stopped. Not that she would realize. She was too busy swimming in his amber irises.

He didn't look away as he started to sing either.

Undeniable, so incredible

Rukia gasped. Never before had she heard such a voice. He sounded like an angel sent right done from heaven to allow her the opportunity to listen to his voice.

Simply wonderful, you're beautiful

Her breath became irregular. She had no idea how a stranger could do such a thing to her. She was supposed to be the boss, the leader. People looked up to her. She wasn't supposed to be wrapped around a person's finger without knowing them.

She didn't even know his name.

Everything I am, and I wanna be
You see in me

Rukia was six or seven feet away from him. People passed on without another thought to the boy playing to her in that alleyway. Didn't they see how wonderful his voice was? Didn't they realize that he was playing his heart and soul out right here … in the middle of the side walk?

Was he really just an angel? Was she the only one who saw him? That couldn't be true. She wasn't supposed to see these intangible creatures until she was old and dying … not when she was young and living for her job.

I wanna touch your skin
Till in feels like a sin

She felt herself blush. She looked away hastily by the verse he had just sung. Never before had a man taken her by so much surprise.

And take you places
That you've never been

All the men she knew were predictable. They got up in the morning, had their share of coffee, went to work, made money, went home, had supper, and went to bed. All of the men she knew had a schedule. All of the men she knew were so typical.

Just by this man's appearance, Rukia could tell he was different from any other man she had ever known. Though she worked at a place where they had recorded music, she had never come close to even being acquaintances to any of their clients.

They were so full of themselves.

Oh Baby this is real
The way you make me feel, unbelievable

This man though … he seemed different. It could have been from the position he was in. After all, he was cross-legged on the ground, strumming a guitar and playing for people who probably didn't even see him.

Maybe he was just playing to her.

Got your breath on my skin and the taste of your kiss
Every inch and every curve
Late at night can't believe when you lie next to me
Cause I know this is more than I deserve

Maybe there was a reason why she had been running late this morning. Maybe some higher power wasn't toying with her life … maybe they were giving her an opportunity.

Rukia Kuchiki had never been in love before. Sure, she had her share of boyfriends, late nights, long phone conversations, and occasional sleepovers but none of those men had she had ever come close to being in love with.

Got your breath on my skin and the taste of your kiss
Every inch and every curve

And here she was. Standing in the middle of a sidewalk, her eyes locked with a complete stranger. Here she was, mentally telling herself she had to get to work. Her mind was telling her to give the boy a couple of dollars and hurry onto work.

Maybe such a task would distract her.

Late at night I can't believe when you lie next to me
Cause I know this is more than I deserve

The man looked away from her and the warmth that an eloped itself around her suddenly vanished. He was strumming a little harder … playing a little louder. He was gaining confidence in himself.

She wanted him to look back at her again. She wanted him to keep playing for her and to never stop. She wanted to hear his voice and see his eyes for the rest of her natural life.

Undeniable, so incredible
Simply wonderful, you're beautiful

She didn't even know his name. She had never seen this man before. If she left now, she was likely never to see him again. For some odd reason, it made her feel sad.

It was so odd.

Rukia Kuchiki: sister to the nobleman, Byakuya Kuchiki, a cold-heartless woman who lives for her job, a woman who hadn't needed anyone else but herself.

Rukia Kuchiki …

… The woman infatuated with a complete stranger.

Unmistakable, the way you make me feel, unbelievable

He strummed his guitar once more and let the chords play until everything was silent. Well, for her it was; she couldn't hear the honking cars, the people passing, or the approaching traffic. She couldn't see anything but his soft face, his sunset hair, his amber eyes.

Blindly, she walked over to him.

He had looked away from her after he sang his last note. He was running a white cloth along his guitar, polishing the greatest thing in the world to him. Breaking her gaze, she quickly found her wallet and threw in the bills. He was drinking a bottle of water when he saw what they were.

"M-miss?" he asked, looking up to her. She saw shock and confusion in his eyes. But she could also see pure hope. She liked the look on him. "You gave me three, one-hundred dollar bills? Did you realize that?" He was pointing down to his guitar case, open, begging for donations.

"Yes," she replied, surprised that her voice was still able to work. "I do."

"Well then," he ran a hand through his orange locks and looked up at her, grinning. She liked this face too. "I guess you get three hundred requests. I usually do a dollar a request. Haha, it looks like I'll be here a while."

She laughed lightly; he chuckled at his own joke.

"Actually," she said her voice very quite. "I would like just one request." He cocked his head to the side and his eyebrows rose. She went on. "My name is Rukia Kuchiki. I work at a recording studio just a few blocks away from here" — his eyes widened significantly — "I would like to know … would you like to play this song for my boss?"

He looked shell-shocked. He looked as if he could have died right then and there and he would be happy. Of course, she didn't want him to die. He already meant so much to her.

"U-uh … o-of course!" he stuttered.

Rukia grinned. "Well, then, pack up your guitar … we'll go see him right now." She didn't know the feeling of falling in love with someone. She didn't know if the gushy romance or beautiful sex was involved in the actual process. She didn't know a lot of things about the topic.

But right now, she did know something.

She wanted to feel what she had just felt every single day of her life. It scared her, in a way, yes, and it was terrifying to even think of something that far in the future. It also excited her too. She wanted to see this man everyday of her life.

"Ready?" he asked, breaking her thoughts. He had his guitar packed and was standing next to her. She nodded and they both looked out from the entrance of the alleyway to the passing people. Then, with one final glance to each other, they walked down the road like they had known each other all of their lives.

Rukia blushed at the thought. It didn't matter if someone had it out for her, she concluded. If she had been late for work yesterday or tomorrow she would have never met this man … Speaking of which …

"What's your name?" she asked.

He laughed. "Ichigo Kurosaki."

Right, Ichigo Kurosaki. If she hadn't been late to work today, if that higher power had picked on someone else, she would have never met Ichigo Kurosaki, the man she was so helplessly and desperately in love with.