HI!! well here's another chapter

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i do not own bleach (i can't even follow the current plot line/fillers are boring)

After the meeting with Byakuya they all decided to head over to Ichigo's place. Ichigo's loft was practically empty since he divided most of his time between Rukia's house and his father's. The loft was simply a place for the band to both practice and store all things related to their band. The guys also went there for down time when they got frustrated with life. Right now they all sat in a circle on a rug/mat thing Renji had bought because he didn't like sitting on the floor. One day about a month after Ichigo had rented the loft and showed no sign of buying more furniture, Renji had shown up with the rug and a note saying 'my butt hurts.'

Today they were sitting in silence until Chad actually spoke. "What now?"

Ichigo leaned back onto his arms and stared up at the ceiling. He answered Chad slowly.

"Now we do what we do best and make the best music in the world." He gave them all a cheesy grin. The rest burst out laughing, even Chad.

For the rest of the afternoon they discussed what songs they had thought were the best and what songs could be improved. Renji and Ichigo generally handled lyrics and compilation while Chad and Hisagi handled music and the beats (1). After many long and tedious hours and more than one wrestling match, they decided on ten songs with three others as back up to give to Byakuya. Just as they finished, Ichigo's cell phone rang.

It was Rukia on the other end. She was throwing another party for the band and it going to be at eight.

"Eight?" Hisagi asked, "that's like an hour from now. How does she get this kind of stuff ready so fast?"

Chad and Renji shrugged but Ichigo replied, "Orihime and Matsumoto are helping. I could hear their voices."

"As long as Orihime isn't cooking anything," Hisagi chuckled, nudging Renji slightly. Renji being the last to join their group of friends was also last to suffer from Orihime's cooking. Renji groaned and faked puking.

"All right, I think we're done here. Let's head over to Rukia's," Ichigo called out. They all began to head out and decided to walk since it was a pretty nice day. The air was still slightly warm and refreshing so all in all it was a nice walk. Along the way they meet some people they knew at school. They stopped briefly to talk but they soon moved on. Renji began to wonder though, if after they hit the charts, would they ever be able to walk casually down the street like this.

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They arrived at the Kuchiki mansion with time to spare. Ichigo knocked on the door and it burst open, revealing an already slightly wasted Matsumoto. She waved sloppily at them and grinned. Orihime showed up next, dragging the inebriated woman away from the door. They all headed to the back patio where Rukia had set up the party.

At first, all they could do was stare. Rukia had done an amazing job as usual. The entire place looked like a Hawaiian beach party. Soft lighs emitted from various tiki lamps and handcrafted paper laterns. Music wafted over the crowds of people, some who were dancing. Everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves immensely. Soon more and more people began to notice Renji and the others. They were given a couple boisterous congratulations and everyone began shoving drinks at them.

Renji settled himself into one of the many comfortable wicker chairs that were set out on the lawn. He listened to the conversation around him half-heartedly, his mind moving on to other things, mainly the band's new manager/producer. The man was like a magnet, he drew Renji to him no matter what he did. Renji knew he was falling and falling hard for the other man. They had just met but Renji knew he stuck but now he was not sure if he could do anything about it. In his mind Renji began to tally the negatives of being attracted to Bya. The list of negatives were long; the man was way older, Renji didn't know if he was gay and probably wouldn't be attracted to Renji anyways, it probably wouldn't be good for the band and what would everyone else think, the list went on and on.

Someone handed him another drink, which he took gratefully. Renji generally had a high tolerance for alcohol (how could he not with the friends he had) but whatever he was drinking was strong. It was probably one of Matsu's mixed drinks because Renji was beginning to feel tipsy and he had only had one drink. He definitely didn't want to get plastered tonight and make a fool of himself so he set his drink down. He got up slowly, smiling calmly at the people around him. He began to make his way to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, Renji leaned against the door and slid down. He couldn't believe how low his tolerance was tonight. He hoped his drink hadn't been drugged or something. It was probably just the combination of school stress and his new career in music. Renji sighed and made his way to the bathroom sink. In the silence of the bathroom the events of the last couple days came crashing down on Renji-alcohol opened up a lot of inhibitions that was for sure-he was about to become a music icon.

Renji looked into the mirror. He didn't feel any different though. Everything still felt the same, if not a a little more bright than usual (probably the alcohol). Well of course everything's the same, he thought chastising himself, nothing's really happened yet.

He sighed again and stepped out of the bathroom to see that a line had formed. He smiled sheepishly at the guy behind him. Making his way back to the party, he stumbled slightly and crashed into someone. Renji looked up blearily at whomever he had run into. Damn, never take random glasses of alcohol at a party supplied by Matsumoto. Matsumoto always supplied alcohol at the parties, claiming no one else knew anything about alcohol.

The arms around Renji tightened momentarily and Renji leaned into gratefully. The other's body was warm and comforting and in Renji's alcohol buzzed mind, it was heaven. He didn't bother figuring out who it was. He was just too damn tired. He heard his name being called multiple times but he ignored it, allowing himself to slip into the bliss that awaited him.

Byakuya stared horrified into his arm full of redhead. He had seen Renji make his way down the hall and stumble slightly. That was when Byakuya had rushed to catch him before he fully fell. Now the redhead was slumbering against him and showed no signs of waking. He tried waking the boy to no avail. Byakuya silently steeled himself for what he knew he had to do. Gently, he picked up Renji, one hand under the boy's knee and the other around his back, bridal style. Everyone was too plastered to notice Byakuya and even if they had, Renji could easily pass for a woman at the moment as his hair had come down and was flowing freely.

Byakuya made his way up the stairs to where the bedrooms were. There were four guest bedrooms on this floor. One was where Ichigo usually slept and one was where Renji had been placed before. Byakuya gently nudged open one door only to slam it shut again. Inside there was a man and a woman and need anymore be said. It went the same for the other rooms and Byakuya began to panic. Only one place left to put the boy-his room. Byakuya made is way up another flight of stairs where his office, bedroom and Rukia's room were located. He eased open his door and thanked the gods there were no occupants inside of it. Why he let Rukia throw these absurd parties was beyond him. Well… it did help that she looked exactly like Hisana…

Byakuya laid Renji down slowly on the bed. As if sensing he was about to be let go, Renji held on tighter and snuggled tightly against Byakuya. Byakuya's brain shut down and he lost all coherent thought for a moment. All he could feel was Renji's firm body against him and smell the scent Renji gave off. It smelled familiar. Byakuya inhaled a little deeper and realized that the scent Renji gave off was cherry blossoms. At that, Byakuya nearly dropped Renji. He quickly placed Renji on the bed and backed away slowly. Cherry blossoms had been Hisana's scent.

Byakuya made his way downstairs to get water and aspirin for Renji because quite frankly, the boy was going to need it. He made his way through the mass of bodies occupying his kitchen and went to the cabinets. When he found the items, he saw Rukia making her way indoors.

"Rukia, what drinks are you serving your guests?"

Rukia looked up startled, "I don't know. Matusmoto is the one serving and mixing drinks. Why?"

"Never mind then," Byakuya replied, leaving.

"Who is the aspirin for, nii-san?" Rukia asked curiously.

Shit, thought Byakuya, he couldn't lie to Rukia though.

"It's for Renji," Byakuya said stiffly.

"What? What's wrong with Renji? Where is he?" Rukia asked, fully concerned for her friend.

"He passed out and is currently residing in my room," Byakuya answered uncomfortably.

Rukia's eyes widened, "your room? Why?"

"Because all of the other rooms are occupied," Byakuya replied patiently. Rukia's mouth formed a small 'O' and she muttered something about changing all the sheets and walked away. Byakuya made his way back upstairs to his room.

Upon reaching the door, Byakuya could hear indistinct mumbling. Had someone else gone into his room? The murmurs grew louder and then Byakuya heard a loud cry. A broken voice called out and Byakuya went into full panic mode. He burst through the door only to find no one was there. It dawned on him immediately what was going on; Renji was having a nightmare. The words at first were jumbled and incoherent but soon they became all too clear to Byakuya.

"Stop, please…please don't…she's not…Stop, don't touch me!"

Byakuya rushed over to the bedside to see Renji clawing at his throat. Was he dreaming about that?

"Okaa-san! Otou-san! Help…stop!! No! don't touch them!"

Byakuya reached out and shook Renji roughly. He stirred and a soft whimper escaped but he didn't wake. The voice that spoke next, however, sounded even more broken.

"Please don't shoot her…no…no…no!"

Byakuya made to shake Renji again when Renji's next words shook him. Byakuya felt a numbness seep into his very core.

In a low raspy voice from the constant yelling, Renji whispered out the last name Byakuya ever wanted to hear.

"Hisana-san…please don't die."

Byakuya recoiled, releasing the now limp form on the bed. He stumbled back and left the room. He leaned heavily against the door. God, he thought, the kid still has nightmares about that night. As Byakuya's thoughts began to slow down another seeped in-Renji could talk.

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"Aizen-sama, you called?" a voice said through the door.

"Yes, come in Gin," a bored voice replied.

Gin stepped lightly into the room and let his eyes wander around the dimly lit room. His eyes fell on a tall man who was standing in front of the window.

"I received your message about…Byakuya?" the last part came out as a question.

"Yes, it is about Byakuya but more importantly; his new band," Gin said grinning.

Aizen looked up, dark brown eyes narrowed. "He found a new project?"

Gin nodded eagerly, "we might have competition now."

Aizen gave a slight smirk that belonged perfectly well on his face.

"Well you know how I feel about competition," he said turning to face Gin. Gin slid up and fitted himself against the other man.

"What do you want me to do, Aizen-sama?" he purred, wrapping his arms around the other man's neck.

"Me? I don't want you to do anything you don't want to but…I could make some suggestions."

"Mmmmm… well suggestions are always good," murmured Gin.

"You don't like Byakuya because of your competitive nature and I don't like him because he took someone from me. So why don't we play a little game with him?" Aizen maneuvered himself and Gin into a leather chair allowing Gin to settle into his lap.

"We'll use his new band and that pretty little red-head you said you wanted."

"Oh, yeah, that red-head looks yummy but so does the 69 guy," breathed Gin, "so what are we going to do?"

"That's a secret," Aizen stated. Gin frowned and pulled back although not very far as Aizen still had arms around his waist.

"Fine keep your secrets," he sulked.

Aizen grinned, "don't worry, I'll tell you soon." That seemed to perk Gin up. "All I need you to do right now is keep working on our band."

GIn left not long after that, saying he was home.

Aizen went back to looking out the window, over the city.

Games were fun, especially against opposing music lables and when said music labels had no idea what the rules were.

...I lied...this chapter was a little lame...oh well it was a set up chapter sooooo...

hopefully the next one is better

but i still hoped you guys enjoyed it!!

hmmmmmmmm... i was thinking of doing character bios in the next chapter at the end...would that be cool?