The next day Byakuya was at his office at work, his mind was still stuck on the song he had heard last night. He thought back to it and what had happened last night that had kept him up the rest of the night. 'After he had heard the song, he had rushed downstairs to find Ichigo and Renji (mainly Renji). He composed himself before entering the kitchen where the group's voices could still be heard. Before he could enter, Renji walked out and walked right into him pretty hard as a crack could be heard when Renji's face connected with Byakuya's chest. Moreover, to Byakuya's complete horror Renji's nose started to bleed. Hardly any sound had come from Renji but his face was completely contorted in pain. Byakuya quickly led him to the bathroom, but in his haste didn't realized there was someone in the bathroom. He had managed to stop but poor Renji hadn't, he had run straight into the door. As if the night couldn't get any worse Renji went unconscious as Rangiku opened the door.

She gave a loud yelp that brought all the others to where Byakuya was trying to wake Renji. "OMG, what the hell did you do to my lead singer??" Ichigo shouted. In general the rest of the night went like that. Everyone was crowding around and trying to help until finally the icy genius Hitsugaya took over and watched over Renji. Byakuya felt like he had been in a nightmare. On the outside, he remained as composed as ever but on the inside, he was panicking. The worst part however was that Renji (along with everyone else) ended up sleeping over.'

The fact that Renji had ended up staying the night along with half of Rukia's friends had not helped Byakuya sleep especially since he had practically caused the whole ordeal. It didn't help that Ichigo made some rather lewd comments as to what he had done. Sometimes he wanted to kill the brat, but of course that was would hinder his current band hunt. He had let the lead production agent listen to the song and they had immediately approved. So now, he was waiting to see them live in action. He still wondered whether Renji was the singer seeing how last night he was not able to accomplish much in terms of asking about the band. Byakuya gave another heavy sigh and then shook his head to clear it of the thoughts last night. It was a Saturday so he was wondering if Renji had even got up yet. From what he could tell of his sister, college students never got up before 1:00 in the afternoon if at all on Saturdays.

Byakuya wondered if Renji was going to be all right to perform tonight. The bump had seemed rather bad, but he hoped Renji would be all right. Byakuya's musings were cut short when his secretary came in to tell him his boss would see him now. At the record label Byakuya worked for, his position was by far the best. He was able to scout new bands and help them to become household names. The pay was extensive. The greatest part was that there was only about seven others like him, working for the record label and they all answered to one person only. Shigekuni Yamamoto was an old man with a delicate ear for music. In his heyday, he had been considered the greatest music producer and had introduced the greatest bands to the world.

He entered Yamamoto's office quietly, his steps making no sound as he padded across the plush carpet. Yamamoto looked up from his desk where stacks of paper were piled, most of them mug shots or possible poster covers. Byakuya knew that of all the other scout/mangers he was Yamamoto's favorite, both of them were serious and hardworking and when it came to getting what they wanted they were ruthless. These had been the qualities about Byakuya that Hisana had been trying to change when she was alive. She had almost succeeded until that fateful day when had been killed. Byakuya shoved that thought away. He had promised himself not to dwell on those thoughts any longer.

"Ah, Kuchiki-san, how are you doing?" Yamamoto asked, looking up from profile packet. Once again Byakuya had to feel awed by how impeccably dressed the old man was. Byakuya was the same way but he felt like he had to try harder to look like Yamamoto.

"I am doing fine, Yamamoto-sama," Byakuya replied, his voice stoic.

"Still so formal after all these years eh?" Yamamoto said smiling slightly. He reached over to grab another packet, flipping it open casually. "So what is it that you wanted me to see?"

"Not see, Yamamoto-sama, listen," Byakuya moved toward the surround sound system to put the CD in. After a moment of pushing buttons Byakuya finally got the thing working. Sometimes new technology bothered him, but he didn't let that show as he stepped back and pressed play. Soon a low tone filled the room and then Renji's voice wafted out. It was strong, powerful and full of life. Byakuya focused in on Yamamoto's face. He had learned over the years that the man's face when he listened to music revealed everything and currently it showed shock and awe. Byakuya had hit the jackpot.

"Who is this?" Yamamoto demanded after the song was over.

"The singer's name is Renji, the band is called Gods of Seireitei and it was started by Ichigo Kurosaki," Byakuya replied.

"They're good. Have they ever performed live?"

"Not with Renji, I believe, but the others have."

"That may be a problem then," Yamamoto said frowning.

"They will be having a concert tonight though at Kurakura Hall."

"Good, do you have their profile packet?"

"Yes," Byakuya moved toward the desk and handed Yamamoto a packet. He watched as the man flipped through it and then he stopped.

"Isn't this Moroki Abarai's child?" Yamamoto asked, his voice filled with concern.

Byakuya felt his mind freeze. 'Moroki Abarai? The greatest rock and roll singer within the last 20 years?' Moroki had been great until the day he and his wife had been killed. He remembered the news that day. They had been killed by the wife's supposedly drunken lover, he had then proceeded to try and kill the son but had run out of bullets and had tried to strangle him. The newscaster had said the son was a rising musician/singer but after the ordeal the man had broken the child's windpipe and larynx and the doctors had doubted he could sing let alone speak. THe entire ordeal had been plastered all over the news for months.

For Byakuya that had all been awful to hear but the worst part had been that Hisana had been there at the time to try and scout Moroki's son for some child band. She had been caught in the crossfire and also killed. For days after that incident, Byakuya had remained holed up in his room, trying to let tears fall that would not. Even though it had been nearly ten years since it had happened, Byakuya had never truly gotten over it.

"Byakuya are you all right?" came the concerned voice of Yamamoto. When Byakuya looked up he saw the understanding and concern in the old man's face. Byakuya knew that the man knew about Hisana, so he felt a little more at ease.

"Perhaps you should go home for awhile, eh, Byakuya-san?"

Byakuya shook his head, "I'll stay until I have to go to the concert."

Yamamoto nodded, "Tell me how they go, I trust your instincts so if they're good, we'll sign them. After all, from what I just heard, they will be a top seller."

Byakuya nodded and gave a bow before leaving the room. As he closed the door he leaned against it and sighed. Maybe he would go home after all.