OMYGOODNESS! IAM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN A WHILE! I have had lotsa' crap going on...so yeah...

ANYWAYS! please enjoy this chapter. Its not really angsty in this one, and its kinda crap-ish...SORRY! Oh yeah, also, introducing an OC!

Yumichika slept fitfully through the afternoon all the way to night instead of just taking a nap. He woke up still tired, and stressed. He started getting dressed for work, when he realized it was the weekend. He had two days off. Two long, depressing days off that he knew would be full of painful thoughts and memories. Sighing, he dressed in a casual, dark blue kimono that had small gold stripes at the bottom of it that faded into nothingness as they went up. Next, he slipped his scarf and sleeve on, once again put his feathers on his brow, then trudged wearily out the door.

He was intent on taking a walk around the Seireitei to calm himself and relax, but nothing ever went his way. He realized this as he stepped out of the barracks and saw Rangiku, Kira, Renji, Hisagi, Ikkaku, and Iba standing at the entrance, obviously waiting for him once they saw him. Throwing on a cheery smile, he pranced over to them "Hello, my good people! Doesn't every one look gorgeous today!" he sang out, wincing on the inside at how gay that sounded, but, that was how he usually acted. "Good morning Yumi! Why, Don't you look stunning!" Rangiku replied, walking over and giving him her usual hug. He lightly patted her back and leaned back and shook his hair, beautifully, of course. And started looking at his nails. "So, we were thinking about heading out early to start drinking!" Rangiku cheered, jumping up and down in the air, her chest going right along with her. Every one sweat dropped.

"The 79th district?" came Iba's deep, confused voice.

"Yeah, it may be a crappy district, but it has a great bar with some of the best sake available!" Rangiku said, a sparkle in her eyes.

"T-the 79th district?" Yumichika repeated, eyes wide and shocked. In other words his childhood home. "Yeah, oh come on Yumi!" Renji said, slapping the shorter mans back. "I know its an 'ugly' district, but I have heard of this place, its really good!" his face held a excited look. "You know, I think I am going to skip out on this one…" Yumichika said, backing away. "OH NO YA DON'T!" Ikkaku shouted, and dragged him along with them to the bar.

"Wow, this place is actually…nice-ish!" Hisagi murmured, a look of utter surprise on his scarred face. They went over to the bar and seated themselves, waving the bartender their way. Yumichika kept his head down, afraid someone might recognize him, which wasn't as shocking as you would think, he has a very memorable face. A few hours later they had gone through bottles, and bottles of sake and every one was drunk, well, every one except Yumichika, he was still sipping nervously on his first drink. He was highly on edge, having noticed that a man sitting a few seats away at the bar had been watching him, also having recognized the man as one of his fathers old friends.

"Shit!" he whispered when he noticed the man getting up and heading his way. "What's wrong Yumi?" Rangiku asked when she heard him. Everyone in his group turned their heads and looked at their frazzled friend. "I-I think I am going to go to the restroom!" Was his quick remark as he started sliding off the bar stool, but he was to late. The man was already there. "Hey!" He called out, Yumichika started trying to walk away, only to have a heavy hand land on his shoulder and turn him around. Keeping his head down he answered, "Uhm, I have to go." And tried to walk away again, and failing once again. 'FUCK! What am I going to do!' He thought as the man began to speak. "You look familiar, boy, what's your name?"

"Uhhhhhh…"

"His names Yumichika!" Ikkaku blurted out, drunk, but still sober enough to wonder what was going on.

"Yumichika…Yumichika Ayasegawa?" the man said loudly, a smirk forming on his hideous face. "Your Hasako's boy, ain't ya'?" Yumichika reluctantly nodded his head while looking away. "It's bout time you came home! Your old man misses ya!" was the snickering reply he got. "This is where you are from?" came his friends unbelieving cry.

"Uh…yeah…" he mutterer, feeling his face heat up. "Yumi! I never would have guessed!" Rangiku said, her gorgeous face full of shock. Yumichika was about to reply, when he was cut off by the man. "Yumi? Hahaha, are you gay, boy?" he asked while laughing loudly. "I am not gay Myoshi, it is just a nickname" he sighed as he started heading for the door. Every one at the table looked slightly shocked, they had always thought that Yumichika was gay! "Who d'you think ya are, calling me by my first name ya' brat?" The man, now known as Myoshi, said with a sneer on his hideous, ugly face. "Hey ya' old-" Ikkaku started angrily, but was cut off by a feminine voice, that had an angered tone to it, "Myoshi, back the hell off!" Every one swung around, and as Yumichika did, his eyes widened at what they saw. There was an average height woman, she had long lavender hair that was straight, and curled at the ends, and had Side swept bangs. Her eyes were a bright silver that were surrounded by thick dark lashes. Her lips were a rosy red and she had pale, creamy skin and a slender, well filled out body. Over all, she was beautiful.

"Well, look who it is! Lil' ol' yuma-chan!" Myoshi chuckled out, with a lustful look in his two green eyes. "Back off you old geezer!" she said to him, her silver eyes narrowing into slits. "Now, girly, don't be makin' sucha' face like that, its unbecoming to ya'." He said as he started prowling over to the woman. "I said back off, or do you want me to kick your ass like I did last time?" she ground out. He slowed his steps. "You don't even have your sword with ya'." he said, a cautious look on his face. There was a *shing* sound as she skillfully pulled her blade from its sheath that was on her hip, it had been hidden by the angle she was standing, and assumed a skilled form. "Oh, don't I?" she smirked. He took a step. "You wouldn't dare. What would your daddy think, little girl?" he said mockingly, only to have a sword at his throat before he could blink. "I don't give a damn about what that man thinks!" she snarled, as the man started backing towards the door. "You little whore!" he yelled, wiping the thin trail of blood off his neck where she had made a delibrite, shallow slice in it, as he stepped out of the building. "Just you wait!" were the words echoing in the air, and he was gone.

A-ayuma?" Yumichika said, shock obvious on his face. "Yumichika!" she cried and ran to him, throwing he slender arms around his neck. "Yumi-kun! I cant believe you're here, I-I thought you were never coming back!" she said, sniffling, tears welling in her eyes. "Yuma-chan…I-I…I cant believe its you! W-what are you still doing here!" he asked, wrapping his arms around her. "I, well I never got enough money to leave this place…I left home and made a home for myself…out at the clearing that we used to always go to…" she mumbled, trailing off at the end. He was about to reply when Ikkaku interrupted. "Yumi, who is this lady?" his face was filled with confusion. "Well, this woman right here is my childhood best friend, Ayuma Kawata.

PLEASE REVIEW! BTW AYUMA IS YUMIS LOVE INTERSET