I looked from the glistening dawn to my star-imprinted calender and noticed that the Hundred Year Festival was today. Well, being a week long festival, it only started today.

Concerning the Hundred Year Festival:

The Hundred Year Festival is held every hundred years. All entities are welcome, so long as they have at least a small trace amount of spiritual power or are accompanied by a shinigami or shinigami representative. The festival is a week long time of celebration, so all duties are postponed until the second day after the festival is over. The festival celebrates life, death, love, and marriage. The days are divided as such:

The first two days are set aside for relaxation and celebrating life.

The third day is the sobering celebration of death.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth days are for the expressing of love.

The seventh and final day ends in marriage, though this year is looking to break that tradition.

I choose my brightest kimono to wear. It was orange with a floral theme. I even pinned my hair up quite elegantly with a matching pin. Ha, now Giku-san can't make fun of me for not being able to do my own hair! Speaking of Rangiku, it's been a rather long time since I last spoke to her. Oh well, I'll fix that soon enough.

"Sayuri-imouto, may I come in?" Rukia called through the door.

"Hai!" I yelled at her.

The door opened, not only showing my nii-chan, but a group of people. They all entered after Rukia and stared at me.

"Sayuri this is Kurosaki Ichigo," She pointed to a guy with spiky orange hair and a scowl.

"Yo," He held his hand up.

"This is Chad," She pointed to the largest one there.

"Hey," He waved slightly.

"And this is InoueOrihime," Rukia pointed to the only girl there.

"Pleased to meet you!" She curtsied.

"Hi, I'm Sayuri Yonai," I curtsied.

"Uh, if you're related to Rukia, shouldn't you be a Kuchiki too?" Ichigo asked me in confusion.

I grinned, thinking back to when I disdained being in the Kuchiki clan, "Yeah, I should be called Kuchiki, shouldn't I? Well, long story short, I just wanted to keep my name when I was adopted,"

"So you were adopted too?" Orihime asked.

I nodded, "I owe allot to our father,"

Rukia raised her eyebrow, "Wow, you sure made a switch,"

"Well, you would have seen that, were you not holed up in the human world," I glanced at Ichigo.

Rukia caught my meaning, "Sayuri, the same could be said of you,"

"I haven't spoken to nii-san in a while now," I looked down at my feet.

"Oh? I meant Renji," She glanced at my face, "Aren't you seeing each other?"

"Iie, we broke up last night. On neutral grounds. We both were into someone else," I explained.

"Sayuri, may I have a word?" Byakuya asked, stepping into my room.

I smiled upon seeing his face, "Hai!"

He looked at everyone in my room, "You should be elsewhere,"

Every one jumped at his glare and ran from my room. He closed the door once everyone else was gone. He walked to my bed and sat on the edge. I sat next to him.

"So, I hear you and the vice-captain are no more?" He asked.

I thought back to my dream, "Iie, we ended it last night,"

"So, he was here?" He asked, looking harshly at me.

"Nothing happened. We just ended our relationship and he left," I held my knees to stop them from shaking.

"Ah,"

"Nii-san?" I looked at Byakuya.

He looked at me, "What?"

I looked down at my knees, "Nothing,"

Oh, I hate myself right now, so badly. This was way worse than anything that's ever happened to me. Okay, well maybe not everything, but this is still up there.

Yea! The next chappy! Well, not that anyone besides me cares. Moving on, I don't own Bleach. Hope you like the story so far!

Oi, I don't think there is any vocab!

Oi, another thing, sorry this chappy is a bit short!