Wow I didn't think people would like my story already. Well I'm glad you guys do. 8D I was starting to get a little worried. ands thanks for the crits too. I misplaced Taichou in my last chapter. XD I'm such a noob. I went back and changed it. Well here's Chapter 2.

I do not own Bleach. (if I did then Rukia and Gin would be SO married by now.)

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He hummed out of tune, while we walked back to his headquarters. He'd stop every once and a while to stare at the rain. Most of the time, people couldn't stand such weather as this. His uniform fluttering in the cold moist wind. Strands of his silver hair dancing along in the wind. His grin wider than ever, not really directed towards anyone. He couldn't help but be as cheerful as ever. He had a certain black haired violet eyed girl on his mind. No other than little Rukia Kuchiki herself. He still remembered that distant look in her eyes when she stared out into the falling aqueous vapor. He knew what she was thinking about. It was written all over her face. She was thinking how empty and alone she felt now that her incredibly stupid orange haired boyfriend was gone. And possibly something else, But he didn't care. He was actually quite glad Kurosaki was gone and out of the way. Now his personal agenda can finally go into place.

He always thought Rukia was adorable in a way. There were many things he liked about her. She was so small and petite. She looked like a helpless victim that couldn't defend herself. He knew that wasn't the case but compared to him it seemed factual. She was helpless at his hand. And she was scared of him. His very presence made her jump right out of her skin. Every grin she aims at her, she stops dead in her tracks, her blood freezing in her veins. She'd just stand there at his mercy.

He liked that. He liked that a lot. She was perfect.

No.

Beyond perfection. She was the perfect little play thing.

Better.

She was the perfect prey. Perfect for him.

He liked the feeling of being in control. Especially over a helpless victim like herself. Even if she tried to put up a fight it wouldn't help her one bit. And he was aware of how feisty she was. That just excited him more. He could picture her kicking and screaming while he had his way with no problem.

But he had something planned even better than that. He was aware that he upsets her. Every time him and Byakuya alongside little Rukia crossed paths, he would commonly start pointless conversations. He didn't have any business with Byakuya, but just to stall time so he could send glances and smiles at Rukia. And every time he could tell she felt uncomfortable. But he couldn't help it. She was just too cute. Not bothering her seems entirely impossible.

Sure, to most people that would seem like a waste of time and effort, but the tiny black haired Kuchiki satisfied his needs. There was a point in his life where he actually questioned himself as to why wouldn't he just settle with Rangiku Matsumoto? Yes, she was a cute woman and everything, and they were close. But she just seemed to give him what he wanted whenever he wanted. Whenever he asks a favor of her, she does it without question. That bores him. He liked a challenge. Thrill of the Chase you might call it. He liked to stalk and hunt for what he wants. And Rukia gave him that thrill. Plus he's always had a knack for wanting what he can't have. And what he wanted was her. And Rukia trying to avoid him at any opportunity she got, and her acting as if she didn't want him back just made him want her even more.

She fascinated him on how long she's been running from him. Whenever it seems like he's got her cornered, she somehow slips right through his clutches. She was kind of like water. She just kept slipping through his hands. It never irritated him thought. It clearly amused him. He also wondered how long she was willing to run. At some point she's going to slow down and give in to him. And he was waiting for this moment. He had everything planned out, now he just needed to wait for the perfect time to strike.

When he finally snapped out of his deep contemplation, he quickly turned down a corridor to avoid conversation with Aizen.
He wanted to act now on his private agenda, but he knew he had to wait.

She hated him. She doesn't want anything to do with him. His lips curled into his familiar smile. Well, we're just going to have to change that now won't we?

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No! Kaien sir! Don't die please!!

She flinched and bolted straight up, gasping for breath. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat. She was so confused. She hasn't had a nightmare about her dead teacher in such a long time. Why would she be having dreams about him now? Probably because she was thinking about him earlier that day. She couldn't help it. She missed him so much. She feels there's a deep hole in her heart that he used to fill. Now that he's gone and her longing so much to see him again just stretches it wider and wider. It hurts. She couldn't bare it. She wishes there was some way to see him again. Even if it were for a moment. Even if history and time itself had to change forever.

She sat up. Her sleeping clothing stuck to her back from the sweat. It was darker than usual. She could still hear the sound of rain beating quietly against the rooftop. The rain, that's it. She tried to convince herself. It's probably just the rain. She was right when she told herself earlier that the rain was a constant reminder of memories. She got up quietly, hoping not to wake Byakuya up. She needed to breathe. It was too hot in there. She needed to get out. She walked soundlessly towards the door and slid it open. The quiet sound of sprinkling mist then changed to a roaring wave. It made her brain twitch uncomfortably. The sound of raindrops heading towards the earth to her sounded like small pebbles crashing towards the ground. She thought the cold air would help but this was unbearable! It was giving her a skull-splitting headache.

She slid the door shut and headed back towards her room. She might as well go back to sleep since nothings really helping her. She closed her bedroom door and quickly, yet quietly changed out of her damp sweaty night wear and into a fresh one. She slipped back into her bed and just stared blankly at the dark ceiling. Now that she thought of it, what she was talking about earlier sounded so childish and selfish. Would she really be willing to risk time and space itself just to see her beloved Kaien? Would she be willing to risk the lives of all living things, mortal or no, just for her own selfish desires? It showed how alone she felt nowadays. That she's not even thinking straight. There's nothing she can do about the past nor can she change it. As she slowly fell into a dark dreamless sleep, all her dark surroundings blurring around her, like sinking underwater, she remembered another enemy of hers that's not too fond of her either. Time.

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"My God Rukia! You look awful!"

Rukia sinks down and rests her hot forehead on the cool wooden table while her childhood friend, Renji Abarai starts having a hissy fit next to her.

"What happened to you? You don't look well at all." And she didn't. Her skin was paler than usual, she had dark circles under her eyes, her lips were chapped, her throat was dry, she has a nasty cough every now and then, and to top it all off her temperature was off the charts.

"I'm fine Renji, really." She forced herself to smile as big as her face would allow, only to fall into a fit of coughs.

"Like hell you are! You'd have to be blind to not see you're as sick as a dog!"

Before she got a chance to reply with a snappy comeback, she felt herself being pulled to her feet and being dragged towards the exit by Renji's firm grasp.

"Renji! What are you doing? Let go of me!" She shouted.

"No. I'm taking you to the 4th Division. You're not well Rukia."

"What? No! I'm not going!!"

"Yes you are!!!"

After what seemed like a long period of time, trying to push her out through the doorway, and a poor sick Rukia holding onto the door frame for dear life, he finally gave up and sighed.

"Fine. I won't force you to go. But please promise me you'll go there."

Damn it! She hated it when she had to make promises. Especially ones she doesn't plan on keeping. She just wanted to crawl under her covers into her small bed and wait for this day to be over. But that look of concern in his eyes made her reply mindlessly. Before she realized what she said it was too late.

"Fine."

Just then, both Hinamori Momo and Izuru Kira walked in. After both greeting Rukia warmly, without a second thought, immediately started conversation with Renji. Rukia decided to take advantage of this distraction and hightailed out of there.

"Remember your promise!" He shouted at her departing figure fading into the damp cold streets of Soul Society.

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She walked around the streets in a daze. She didn't remember how long. She just wanted time to pass as quickly as possible. She was indeed very sick. Both physically and mentally. But she didn't want to admit it. She thought about a few hours ago that a little training would sweat it out of her system and get some things that were bothering her out of her mind, but it was no use. It made things much worse. She felt as if she could just die. A few people now and then shot her a few glances out of pity and wonder. But there was only one face that remained in her head.

Renji Abarai.

He's always been such a great friend of Rukia's. Ever since they both grew up in the 78th district of Rukongai, then both students at the Soul Reaper Academy, before and after Kaien came in and out of her life, and even when she got herself mixed up with humans. He was always there for her to care and support her whenever he had the chance. Now that she thought about it, she felt a bit selfish. Here she is feeling sorry for herself for losing everyone she knows and loves, and yet poor Renji has been there since day 1. He never left her and has always cared for her and she hadn't put much effort to notice this until now. And since she was feeling so alone, why not him? Kaien no longer with us, Ichigo belongs on earth and she didn't want him getting mixed up with her anymore, and Byakuya would never truly love her (All though she did think about it once, not only to try and win his affection and respect, but also in a slight way of getting revenge to her sister Hisana for abandoning her, so why not pay for it by stealing him? It seemed like a fair price but then again, Byakuya would probably just see her as a replacement for Hisana.) so why not Renji? He cared for her, today definitely showed his worth. It would work out wouldn't it?

"Poor Renji..." She whispered. "I feel so stupid." So stupid for not putting his feelings into consideration after all this time.

"Ah, there you go with your habit of thinking out loud again." A familiar voice cooed out. "But then again it's all the more adorable, Rukia dear."

Oh God no! Not him again! Hearing his voice slithering up behind her unexpectedly made it seem cooler than usual. Seeing him was the last thing she wanted to do. Especially in her condition.

"Leave me alone....Ichimaru Gin." She whispered coldly.

He put on a fake sad face. "Aww, Rukia dear is being so cold. Is that any way to treat a friend who is worried about you?" He places his hand on his chest and clutches his heart to express how 'hurt' he was. "This hurts me severely, Rukia dear."

She huffed. Worried my foot! She wasn't in the mood for his mind games. She wasn't in the mood for him. Her head was starting to throb. She let out a small groan and clutched her head with one hand and tried to keep her balance with the other.

"Is everything alright? You don't look to well." He chirped through his smile. He was obvious amused by her attempts to stumble away from him. Usually she always escaped. Oh no. Not this time. This time she's his.

She had to get away now! She shut her eyes tightly, trying to ignore her head pulsing in her ears, but nothing helped. He head was spinning and she felt like she would faint any second now. She was now starting to regret not keeping her promise to Renji. 4th Division didn't sound all that bad. She opened her eyes slowly and tried to wobble her way towards the Division. (this to Gin's amusement, kind of looked like a drunken dance.) But every direction looked the same. She didn't really know where she was going. Everything looked blurry despite of her attempts to focus her vision.

"Oh my, dear Rukia. Do you need any assistance? You've seemed to have lost your way." She heard his voice slithering through her ears throughout the faint abstract. She finally couldn't take anymore of this and finally collapsed. She fell into a pair of strong arms that caught her firmly before she hit the ground. He laughed at an unconscious Rukia.

"We're going to have to change that attitude you have towards me, Rukia dear..." And she would whether she accepted it or not. "It just won't do."

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Well I hope you guys liked chapter 2. :D If anyone hasn't stopped reading it by now, stay tuned for chapter 3. Oooh do I sense a love triangle going on here? ......maybe. XD I'm not giving out any spoilers! I already though of how this is gonna end and how the whole plots gonna fall in but for now I need to think of what will go on in between. (crits and suggestions are welcomed and appreciated.)