A/N: Sorry if the previous chap wasn't up to your expectations- I will definitely try harder with my writing skills! Next chapter right up- hope you like it! R&R, please!

New Neighbour

30th December, 2010, 11.30 p.m.

My name is Rukia Kuchiki, left in custody of Urahara Kisuke, my nrother's secretary. I'm 15, a little young for a junior), I know how to drive a BMW, happen to own, I live in my own apartment and I have control over the most wayward of friend-circles.

I can deal with a drunk Rangiku Matsumoto and I can deal with an over-sensitive Hitsugaya when he's bawling about that Momo girl not knowing he exists. I can even deal with an angry Tatsuki who's hitting everything around her because Renji's done something stupid again, but THIS! THIS is going over the limits!

So, I have an idiot of a neighbour Ichigo Kurosaki who thinks it's ok to start playing his bass late at night at a residential area WHEN I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!

I CANNOT deal with a guy who girls keep on worshipping! And what's up with him banging around like that so late?

Okay, I cannot bear that sound any longer. I'm going next door to kick his ass! Atleast if he wants to play so bad, he should take lessons first. That's like no respect towards music!

30th December, 2010 1.30 a.m

I found him drunk. I enterred his house(the door was ajar) and I saw kurosaki in his boxers hitting away madly at the bass around his neck, singing jingle bells.

"Ichigo?" I went.

But he just jumped onto the couch and kept on yelling,

"Ichigo! Are you okay?"

I was shocked. You bet I was. I mean, you don't find the most popular guy at your school half-naked in his house, singing in a terrible voice everyday. I noticed he had a six-pack. I don't think that could've impressed me though, considering the situation. I couldn't really blame him for being so loud now, he was out of his mind.

….if he ever had a mind, that is.

He just looked at me with drawn eyes and mumbeled "Rukia…" swaying his arms and doing a waltz alone, if that's possible.

I wanted SO much to laugh my ass off.

"Rukia, dance with me.." he said hoarsely and catching hold of my waist, started moving me around when I stopped him. I swear, I wanted to hit him. I shook off his hands, and taking the strap of his bass off his shoulders, I put it lightly on the couch.

"Rukia! Dance!"

"You're not in your right mind." I said, going over to his closet. I couldn't bear to see him in his underwear like that.

"Here-" I said, throwing a dressing robe on top of his head "Wear this."

He played with it a little while but then wore it and slumped on the couch next to his bass, his head thrown back and eyes closed.

My eyes softened. I hate him, I know, but I'm not made of stone, ok?

So I put him in bed and he looked at me in this childishly happy way, and said "Mom…"

I looked at him as he hugged my stomach like a child.

"Goodnight." I went, and was out of his room in a shot.

His whole house was a mess. Clothes lying around, mangas, left-over pizza…and….photographs blotched with tears. I thought photographs were waterproof.

They seemed to be of his family..I think. Two girls of approximately the same age, a hyper, grinning man and Ichigo, standing there his scowl on his face and hands in his pocket. There were many other photographs…but none seemed to contain his mother. Maybe they got divorced or something. It wasn't until later when I saw her picture stuffed in Ichigo's closet. She looked so beautiful! She had auburn hair, twinkling blue eyes, and an amazing smile. I swear, if I could ever picture my mom in my head, I would always get Mrs. Kurosaki's from now on.

Just looking at her made me so jealous of Kurosaki. What doesn't he have? Popularity, looks, probably brains, a family.. What does he have to drink for, that arrogant, self-centered bastard?

I put the picture back in it's place because if I looked at it any longer, I wouldn't be able to tea away my gaze forever. I cleared Ichigo's stuff, and was out of there. I was tempted to touch his bass for some while but then I firmly shut the door behind me and left.

…..Is he insane? Dancing around in his underwear when it's practically 2 degrees outside?

A/N: I dunno…does it snow in Japan? This chapter is waaay below my expectations Don't mind the grammatical mistakes, Microsoft Word practically went bonkers while I was typing this. Anyway, this might seem filler-ish too, but it's from here that Rukia and Ichigo become friends, so bear with me. This chapter is waaay below my expectations so I'm not expecting much response, but try to review please and tell me my wrong's!