Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach!

A fanfic I decided to write this summer hope you like!

Bleach Star

Chapter Three

Today Matsumoto was Moto and she was shopping. The wild purple hair and fierce green eyed superstar. She wore a hat and sunglasses, the all famous celebrity disguise that just confirm the fact that she was indeed a celebrity. Looking around she spied a slim and elegant red dress in a store window and knew that she just found her first buy. Into the store she went and immediately demanded that she try it on. The clerk screamed and jumped from her counter and raced to the window, got the dress and raced back to Moto. She was most definitely a fan. She showed Moto the best dressing room and waited patiently. Moto smiled, she just loved her fans' reactions. She stripped out of her white and yellow babydoll dress and brown knee high boots then stepped into the red dress. It came to her knees in layers of red clothe. Around the waist was a red ribbon with a neat bow at the left side.

"This is gorgeous." She breathed to herself.

Stepping out of the cubicle, she motioned to girl which wasn't necessary because she was already right there. By then all the other clerks and customers (even those in the fitting rooms) were all out whispering, pointing and squealing.

"Please tell me you have the perfect shoes to match this dress… what's your name?"

"Lina, my name is Lina and I such a –"

"-hug fan I know the rest, well if you find me the perfect shoes to this fabulous dress I'll give you an autograph, well even if you don't, I still will." Moto said with a huge smile and a wink.

"I know just the ones!" with a smile and leap the girl ran into the crowd of people off to wherever the shoes were.

Disappearing into the fitting immediately before the mob rushed her, Moto locked the door and admired herself not feeling at all guilty that she was making her fan work for her. Sitting on the little sofa, a million hands or as many as possible that could fit under the fitting room door appeared with pens and paper. Paper and other things: passports, napkins, chewing gum wrapper, check book and money (now that was a first).

Pulling out her pen she picked a lucky person and signed. Whenever she finished one there was a scream of delight and more hands appearing in that one's place. Then there were the comments and questions…

"Moto, would you sing at my party next Saturday?"

"Was Heart Stop about Ray?"

"You're such an amazing singer!"

"Are you jealous of Sun Hime?"

"If you're here does that mean Sun Hime planning to perform again?"

"When is your next album coming out?"

"I love your purple hair."

"I love your music!"

"I love that dress on you!"

"I love you better than Sun Hime!"

"I love burgers topped with peanut butter too!"

"Oh I just love you Moto, marry me!"

Opening the door she signed her last and smiled, "Trust me I'll be the absolute worst wife."

Then along came the clerk riding on starstruck energy and carrying the shoes. They were red tinted Cinderella stilettos so simple and perfect.

"Ohmigosh, there are wonderful!", Moto gushed while the girl and the guy ,she guess just proposed, slid them on her feet, perfect fit like the name of the store.

"How do I look?"

The roar of compliments was just hurled her way.

"I hope this has nothing to do with that fact that I'm famous… oh thank you so much."

Back into the fitting room she went and pulled out a glossy photo print from her latest photo shoot out of her enormous yellow handbag. The photo was her rocking out on stage with her sis and confetti surrounding them both.

"I'm taking them and here, this is for you."

On the photo she signed, "Thanks for finding the perfect shoes, you're great Moto!"

The clerk almost swooned, "You are the best Moto."

"No no no you are sweetie let's check these."

Moto changed back into her clothes and walked while being followed by the crowd to the cashier counter.

"Write your number here deary, I may hold a concert here because you and you guys too were so good to me. If I do I get you five back door passes, ok?"

"Really?!" Lina screamed and handed over Moto her items with a hug.

"You're great really bye I love you all!" she said after return the hug.

Moto did the celebrity rush through the crowd and got into her limo.

"You really shouldn't go shopping without us ma'am." Said one of her bodyguards.

"But it'll be so boring if you guys were looming above me."

"Please don't sneak out a store and go into another one just like that ma'am it is dangerous and you father-"

"Father is a worry wart but ok I won't do it again." She said with her fingers crossed behind her back.

Just then her purple cell phone rang,

"Hey! Hime whassup?…ride…cool where are you?…great I'll pick you up and we can go shopping…what? I can't hear you later…we're picking up Inoue can't wait to hear about her first day."

Rukia didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to her new pals, her personal guards, Soi Fon and Omaeda hurried her from right out the school's gate, into the car and they sped off straight to her home. At that speed and through tinted windows she really didn't get to see much of the country and it was pretty much that way everywhere she traveled. When she did get home she walked into the house without a word to anyone.

Before she was able to take her shoes off, the phone rang and the butler came up to her.

"Your highness, His Majesty is on the phone. He wishes to speak with you."

"Like I have a choice, I'll take it in my room"

Rukia ran up all three flights of stairs and threw open her door, with one motion she dismissed her maids and slammed the door. She threw her bag somewhere and picked up the phone.

"Hello father, how are you?" she said after the little click was heard.

"I am fine daughter, are you safe?"

"Yes father I am very safe. I'm guarded well."

"I am pleased to hear this, if that status changes I will bring you back home." he stated

"Yes father."

"You will continue to train for the throne, don't let these people make you forget who you are and your responsibilities."

"I won't father, can I at least walk home with them, you promised that I'll be normal."

"Rukia, you are very important, this is much normal for a person of your status."

"Father, please, you'll only draw more attention to me with this many guards and I don't need the maids."

"Rukia, do I have to keep reminding you who you are?"

"You remind me of what I am but not who I am, only mother knew who I was but now that she is gone I don't even know anymore."

"Remember who you are speaking to daughter."

"Daddy please, just this once let me be, please." Rukia pleaded, "Please!"

"Nothing changes Rukia, if you continue to speak like common people I'll bring you home."

"I'm sorry father."

"Good, how was your day?"

"Fine, sorry father, I'm very tired please excuse me."

"Ok, goodbye Rukia."

Without a formal goodbye, Rukia placed the receiver back on the cradle. Her father just kept shattering her heart over and over again. She missed her mother terribly. She was just as trapped as she was at home. Opening her window for fresh air she found bars.

She didn't know about the bars.

Grabbing the two in the middle, she shook at them furiously, wondering how her father could go so far. At that moment Rukia never wanted to be out of a place so badly, she was angry but she wasn't going to cry in frustration, instead she was going to smile and fight for her freedom instead of beg for it.

She found an empty bag and placed the following items: money, camera, coat, hat, keys, and a flashlight. She looked into her body size mirror and contemplated if she should wear the wig or not. She chose not to, with the wig she wasn't normal. She took out her contacts too. However, a few steps were necessary to keep her unrecognizable. When she was home her hair was constantly pinned up except when she went to bed so she decided to let it down.

Suddenly having a brilliant idea she went into her bathroom. There was a mirror over the excessively designed sink. No need to rummage in the extremely neat cabinet she took up a scissors and a comb. Ten minutes later she was finished. She shaped her new bangs to cover most of her eyes and change her plain look to a mysteriously new one. She changed into a black hoodie, baggy jeans and sneakers.

Satisfied, she looked out her bedroom door and found what she expected. Four maids patiently wait for her in case she needed anything.

"Isane and Kiyone, only please."

For sisters, they looked completely different, Isane's hair was naturally gray while Kiyone was blonde. Isane was plain but pretty with flawless skin while Kiyone, though in her teens looked like a nine year old. They were totally loyal and perfect for Rukia.

Closing the door, Rukia directed them to the bed and motioned for them to sit.

"I need you help me get out of the house."

Rukia looked at their puzzled expression, she watched as they scanned her completely.

"But your Highness you can get out the house if you wish I'm sure." Kiyone stated.

"No I can't, I believe they have met with everyone but me already, am I right?"

Kiyone turned to her sister but Isane was staring back at Rukia.

"Your Highness we always met before such operations." Isane answered,

"There are bars on my bedroom window, I believe the council expects you to report to them,am I right?"

"The bars are for your protection." Isane answered promptly,

"My protection, I'm on the top floor, there are guards everywhere, no one knows I'm in this country and I'm under disguise. The car is so tinted I don't even know my way home."

"Your Highness…"

"My request to live normally was not granted, my father intends to just keep me here, continue to train me to be Queen and allow my education to be handled by KT. In the process hoping that I'll be stupid enough not to notice."

"Your-"

"Quiet please Kiyone, you are right Your Highness." Isane stated,

Rukia remained silent, though she knew this the confirmation still left her speechless. Kiyone looked caught in a web and Isane was truly sad at her position. She and Kiyone were just maids trying to survive in the world and follow the orders given to them.

"I want to go out tonight, if I were to ask my guardians to let me would they?"

"No, your Highness."

"Would they ever?"

"No."

"In that case, you two will help me get out of this house unknown to anyone." Rukia announced,

"But…but your Hi-"

"We can't do that!" Isane said rising to her feet.

"I can't be here, you don't understand anything Isane."

"Your Highness, Kiyone and I won't assist you in such a plot."

"Sister, you're talking to Queen Rukia."

"She is not Queen yet Kiyone." Isane said grabbing her sister's hand, "We beg your forgiveness but we must leave."

"As the one next in line to the throne, I command that you, Isane and Kiyone Kotetsu assist me in my plans."

Rukia placed her hand in a tight fist after those words left her mouth, she watched as Isane froze. Kiyone looked at her then her sister in utter despair. They could not disobey the future Queen, they own mother served under the Rukia's mother. The council and King Byakuga were powerful figures but in their country the Queen was above them all not even Rukia knew the power she could wield. Isane was stuck with making an awful decision, a choice between two authorities, one her lineage admired and respected and one she feared.

"Your Highness we will do what you request of us."

Kiyone at that moment snagged the attention of her sister and the Queen. They were both so caught up in their thoughts they forgot for a moment she was present also.

"Kiyone…"

"Isane, you know well who we should serve and we promised if we were ever placed in such a situation… we promised."

"Yes…you are right."

"Please forgive me your Highness."

Rukia was confused, sad and overly joyful at the same time.

"I'm sorry but I have to leave here, at least for a while." She watched as they nodded,

"No one must know of this or anything in relation to it, like my hair understand?"

"Yes."

In her anger, Rukia was driven with the need to leave but to do so right now would be unwise. She wasn't completely ready or familiar with the country let alone familiar with her new home. She'll be lost in a heartbeat and shipped back home even faster. Plus, it was the day she first attended school, she was required to go over every detail of the day to her "parents" over dinner while being informed about the affairs of her country. To leave now she knew was quite unwise.

"I will not leave tonight, but we will be seeing each other often, I must plan this."

Isane and Kiyone sighed in relief.

"We shall be present."

Rukia rose and hugged them both, "I'm really sorry but I hate being Queen."

Unsure how to reply, Isane and Kiyone simply hugged her back.

"You must prepare, your hair, dinner would be in a few hours." Kiyone said.

"No worries, you like?" Rukia said posing,

Sorry for updating in such an unpredictable manner, when my days get a little less confusing I'll update like every week or something. To those of you who reviewed I'm extremely grateful. More to come, promise!