AN: Helllooooreaderssss (: My WEAKLY update for my lovely story "WEDDING DRESSS" hahaha based on taeyang's freakinggg amazinggg songgg 3 High school sucks so much. Blahblahblah and my school is filled with GPA whores so it's even more stressful. OH wells .. because I love you guyssss oh so much I still come back to read and write once in a while… I have this obseesion with this new k-drama DREAM HIGH. OSDFOISJDFOISJDFIJDFOIDFJ it's so amazingggggg… you guys should really watch it.. HYE-MI and JINGUK fighting :P .. I need more self-control.. im not even kidding. Last night I stayed up till 4 am watching 2 min of DREAM HIGH for every ten min I study... it was so unproductive -.= pshawww anyways … have fun reading .. CHAPPPTTERRRR 2 oh also thank you Denidene , ayeisah, Shadow Pain, KZshiro and Yuzy for your encouraging reviews YOU GUYS MAKE MY DAY BRIGHTER ;D LOVE YOU33333

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the bleach characters T_T although sometimes I like to pretend I do heheheh BIG THANKS TO KUBO. 3 also the whole story is based off of a song Wedding Dress by Taeyang ~ my forever favorite song ^_^ BIG BANG FIGHTING

Under the Table

I got out of my black Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren. It was one of my most prized possessions. I loved how powerful it made me feel when I was behind the wheel. I worked as a businessman for a company named Seritei. Not successful enough to be famous and in magazines, but well-known enough to be pretty dang rich. I didn't really care about the money. I still lived in a small apartment near Rukia's. It's where I lived since college and I liked it there.

I walked inside the fancy uncomfortable hotel. This was definitely not Rukia's decision I snorted, looking around at the gold encrusted lamps. If It were Rukia and I getting married I couldn't help but think. We would get married outside, near a pond with little duckies and ofcourse bunnies. It would only be close family members and friends. There would be dancing and music till midnight. I shook my head. I must be entirely crazy to be thinking about an engaged women like this. Crazy in love my inner voice yelled at me.

"Oi Toushiro," Matsumoto yelled excitedly waving at me from the bar. She was dressed in a hot pink stretch satin dress. It came up a little below her knees and flaunted her uh.. extremely big cleavage. She pulled me up into a big hug. "Still short," she taunted.

"Watch what you say," I growled. " I still haven't sent in my recommendation for your internship to my boss," I smirked. Matsumoto chuckled.

"Yes your highness. I understand." She replied saluting me. Matsumoto had been working for the Aizen Company for the past three years. However after the Aizen Company's fraud scandal that had occurred during the summer, it left many people jobless. I suggested trying for some work at Seritei. We were looking for new interns and It would be a good new start for her.

"Mhmm," I answered flatly. "I need something to drink," I said frustrated. Matsumoto looked at me weirdly. "What are we even supposed to do here?" I asked running my hand through my hair glaring at the expensive hotel

"Well you are going to play the piano as she comes down the aisle and I am going to rehearse being a bridesmaid," she said slowly as if I were a little boy who didn't know what 1+1 equals. I grunted and looked down at my watch. "Come on," Matsumoto said. "Lets go to the reception hall before Rukia thinks you ditched. That's where everyone is." We walked towards the grand door. I could hear screaming and yelling piercing my ears before we even opened the door. Matsumoto winced. " It's kind of chaotic in there," she whispered. I nodded bracing myself for the scene. My eyes widened.

"NOT THERE," Ichigo shouted exasperatedly. "I told you already. The flowers go at the center of the tables. Are you trying to test my patience," he yelled angrily. The flower delivery men flinched and hurried to move the flowers. Women I had never seen before were running all over the place trying to fix dresses and loose suits. They were probably all from Ichigo's side of the family. There were children that parents couldn't leave at home running around screaming and even a little yorkie puppy.

"GAH I thought we were going with the light blue plates not the pink ones," Ichigo cried picking up a plate disdainfully.

"But but but Rukia said," the worked stuttered. Ichigo glared at the male and walked away. I studied the crowd of people in front of me. Where was Rukia.

"I'm going to get myself a brandy," Matsumoto said looking tried from just watching the chaotic scene in front of her. It took a large amount of self control to not run out with her, but I wanted to find Rukia first. Why wasn't she at her own wedding rehearsal? I snorted. Normally it was the bride that was freaking out over the details not the groom. Perhaps she was getting fitted into her dress I reasoned. I sat down at the nearest table to wait for her. She was the only reason I was here. If it were anyone else but Rukia I would already be out the door.

"Hello there," A sultry voice purred behind me. What the heck did this women think she was? A cat? "Is this seat empty," the woman asked pointing beside me. I nodded my head, glancing at my watch again. "I'm Misaki," she said holding out her tan hand. I made no more to take it so she gracefully took it back.

"Hitsugaya," I grunted.

"So who are you here for? The groom or the bride?" Misaki giggled.

"Bride," I said flatly. Who is not even here I added mentally.

"Ohoohoho are you a family member cause you don't look a thing like her ," she asked flirtatiously glancing at my white hair and tan skin. "I'm Ichigo's cousin," she added.

"I'm the best friend of the bride," I responded tonelessly looking at her for the first time. She was wearing a short brown girly velvet dress with a pink bow tied around her waist. Her eyes were a lovely shade of blue. She was a very attractive woman with long shimmery black hair.

"Best friend of Rukia's," she exclaimed happily. "I met Rukia just yesterday. She's a very nice girl," I nodded half listening.

"MISAKI," an old lady called out. "Your mother would like a word." The cat woman groaned.

"I'll see you around Hitsugaya," the mysterious woman smiled and winked, handing me a slip of paper. I snorted and took it. I made a mental note to throw it away when I got home.

Where was the damn girl I growled to myself? Hadn't Rukia called me just last night to threaten me on what would happen if I didn't come?

I decided to ask Ichigo where she was.

"Not that he would know. He's too busy yelling about the flowers," I muttered bitterly.

"Pst… PSTTTT," a voice cried interrupting me from my thoughts. I turned around quickly. No one was there. I must be going crazy. I shook my head violently. Mental fool I cursed angrily.

"Hey you," the same voice whisper yelled again. My eyes widened. It was coming from under the table. I kneeled down getting ready to lift the table cloth up.

"What the hell," I exclaimed loudly as a pale hand shot out from under the table and grabbed my ankle. It was dark under the table besides a small light coming from a cell phone. I looked up ready to fight the crazy person that pulled me under the damn table.

"Rukia," I gasped. What was she doing under a table? "Are you trying to give me a heart attack," I added angrily.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly. I took a good look at the petite girl. She wasn't even dressed up, although still very pretty. She wore white shorts and a blue cotton tanktop. She shivered involuntarily. "I just couldn't stand the .. the," she stuttered.

"The chaos," I finished for her with a smile. "How did you know it was me walking by," I asked curiously.

"Pshhh as your one and only best friend I should be able to tell the difference between you and a stranger." Rukia boasted.

"I can't believe you're hiding under a table," I said in disbelief. This girl never ceased to amaze me. "This is worse than when you were hiding from Kon at prom night." I chuckled. "I thought girls usually like this wedding stuff." I ruffled her hair affectionately.

"Not me," the raven haired girl shuddered. "It's all so scary," she admitted innocently. I chuckled. "I feel like I'm crashing my own wedding," she wailed. "Ichigo has so many freaking relatives." I laughed at the sight in front of me. "What do I do ," she moaned. "They expect me to be perfect for their darling Ichigo."

"You are perfect," I said honestly, giving her a small reassuring hug. Rukia cracked a smile.

"Thanks," she replied, shivering again.

"Are you cold?" I asked worried for the dangerously exhausted girl.

"Nahhh it's okay ," she said selflessly. "It's just I left my cardigan in Ichigo's car," she admitted. Rukia was forgetful as always. I took off my jacket and handed it to her.

"Take it and shut up," I hissed knowing that she was going to protest. She smiled

"Thanks Toushiro," she said cheerfully, kissing me on the cheek. I blushed. Thank god it was dark under the table. These days we didn't have anymore moments alone like this. Ichigo was always around and his fierce glares were a sure sign that I wasn't welcome. I missed spending time with Rukia even though we were just friends.

"Did you decide what song you're going to play," Rukia asked hugging her knees.

"Huh."

"For the wedding," she said slowly, tilting her head.

" It's a surprise," I teased. Rukia pouted. I had spent hours practicing the song I was going to play for Rukia as she walked down the aisle. She deserved perfection. Even if she chose Ichigo, I still wanted it to be perfect for her. "Don't give me that face," I groaned nudging her shoulder.

"Damn you." Rukia said unhappily. "You know I'm not good with surprises."

"Deal with it."

"You suck."

"I know I do."

"Butthead," Rukia stuck her tongue out at me.

"And to think that your 27 years old, about to get married and still this immature," I retorted.

"Only around you."she glared. My insides fluttered. Rukia was so lovable when she acted childish.

"Tsk Tsk," I scolded. "You should really get out there," I said looking at the table cloth that separated us from the chaos.

"I don't wanna," the petite girl whined gracefully. She clung to my jacket. "Don't make me go there alone."

"I never said anything about you going alone," I smirked. " Now go ,before Ichigo starts to have a bigger hissy fit." She sighed unwillingly.

"Fine. Be that way. But it's all your fault if I die today of a overexertion."

"I promise you wont." I said while rolling my eyes.

"You're rolling your eyes."

"No I'm not," I lied.

"You're lying."

"Damn it Rukia. Get out from under the table," I cursed. I lifted up the table cloth to allow the petite girl ease in crawling out awkwardly into the world of chaos.

"Let me back under the table," Rukia shouted after one glance at her surrounding

"No." I said flatly, holding her arm down. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. "What are you going to do on your actual wedding day if you can't handle this," I scolded.

"I don't know and I don't care," she cried while trying to dive back under the table.

"Rukia," Ichigo cried finally noticing the small struggling girl. "Why aren't you dressed sweetheart? Shouldn't you be getting fitted in your dress?"Ichigo asked worriedly.

"Im fine," Rukia answered weakly knowing she had lost. Ichigo looked at Hitsugaya and tensed. " I uh.. just uh.. wanted the wedding dress to be a surprise."

"Go in and get fitted first," Ichigo lightly scolded. "You don't have to wear the dress out here if you aren't comfortable. I have to go make sure the guest places are arranged correctly and we'll start the rehearsal in 30 min , so hurry," Ichigo said. He leaned down and gave the raven-haired girl a chaste kiss and left.

"I hate this," Rukia stated flatly.

" Get used to it, soon to be Mrs Kurosaki," I teased pushing her toward the dressing rooms. Rukia stopped for a moment and looked intently at her fiancée.

"I think I'm going to keep Kuchiki," Rukia said softly.

"Oh?" I said surprised.

"It's the only link I have to my real family," Rukia smiled. "I'd like to keep it." It was times like this where I wanted to swoop the little girl away and protect her from any harm by keeping her in my sight at all times. She had such a hard past, yet she was one of the most amazing people in the world. It was unfair that such a beautiful young girl had to suffer so much.

"Rukia Kuchiki," I repeated. "No Rukia Kurosaki," I stated mindlessly.

"Nope," she said softly and smiled.

"I like it," I said patting her on the head. "Now go." I pointed to the dressing room.

"Aw hell," Rukia whined. "Wish me good luck." she muttered slowly dragging her feet in the cursed room. I snickered. Rukia Kuchiki was definitely one of a kind.

AN: HELLO AGAINNN bahahahah this chapter took me only 3 days to finish :P how exciting. My foot fell asleep again rawr. I hate the tingling feeling :PP anywayss PLEASE REVIEW if you have the heart to ;D love you guys and your hitsuruki loving ;D please no flamesss ^_^