A/N: Okay sorry its been so long. My computer battery died and school has been stressing me out yada yada. But here is the new chapter and sry if its not long its been a tough two weeks! Oh and i'm about to go on a trip to New York! I'm so excited because this time its not jsut to visit my grandma! no i'm going with my friends :D I've talked long enough so here ya go.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach but if you'd like to give me ownership for my birthday present a thousand hugs for you ^o^

Chapter 2: Anything but Change

He was smiling. A smile filled with victory while wearing an expression of smugness. He hadn't expected the lead to be a thug nor did he expect that thug to have actually seen his sister. Though he was so smug he didn't understand why she was doing this to him. What is that girl thinking? Byakuya grimaced as he thought about what would've become of her if she hadn't insisted on taking judo lessons when she was younger. Well at least she's not completely reckless. His grimace turned into a smile as he thought remembered his conversation with the thug. Although he wouldn't speak as much before due to his pride, his mind took a turn when money became involved.

"After he beat me and my group up he walked away with the girl in his arms, but luckily enough he called back his name. " The thug put a hand on his chin as if deep in thought, "I was going to use that so I could beat him up for what he did to me and my pals, but now it seems to be much more useful."

Byakuya waved his hand dismissing the last comment, "Well what was his name?

The thug let out a blast of air due to his dismissed comment but answered anyways, "Kurosaki Ichigo! Now I've told you everything, so where's my money?"

Byakuya frowned in disgust, "You'll get your money but remember who's in charge here."

He could've laughed at how great this day was finally starting to go his way, now if only that could be solved as easily as this.

"Marvin could you prepare the car within the next hour?"

"I thought you might want to retrieve the young miss immediately?"

"No, let her get a taste of freedom I know it must be hard being trapped in here all the time." That might not have been the entire truth but in fact she might stay safer longer where she was rather than with him. Things were worse than he thought they were.

"As you wish, sir." The old man walked down the hall with a slight grin though Byakuya could not understand why.

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Why does this have to feel so uncomfortable? This and many thoughts like it were going through Rukia's head as she took a peek out of the door.

"Do I really have to do this?" she called her embarrassment clearly visible on her face.

The orange haired boy sitting on the bed got up smiling, though this smile was a wicked one very much unlike the previous smiles he had given her, "Of course you do."

"But it feels really odd," she squirmed, uncomfortable.

Why should I have to do this? When he said I would have to repay him I didn't know he meant this! If I did I would've never suggested it. A sour expression crossed her features as his eyes roamed her body. The frilly pink skirt and sleeveless white top made her feel practically naked. Not to mention what she wore under the skirt. The stupid pervert was making her put on the stuff she found.

"Stop eyeballing me."

His glazed over eyes seemed to clear up a bit as her words reached him, "Sorry, it's just that it suits you so well."

Her blush deepened as his words echoed in her brain, "Th-Thank-you."

"I mean I didn't expect this since your chest is like an ironing board."

Her vision seemed to get covered in a red haze as her body began to shake with anger.

"Hey, are you cold? Your body's shaking a lot ya-" He never got to finish his statement because her fist was currently in his stomach.

She watched in satisfaction as he doubled over, clutching his groin. Then he crumpled to the ground with groans in which she could only assume was pain. Rukia leaned forward to inspect her work. It wasn't until it was too late that she realized that he wasn't in pain after all. The smile plastered on his face was enough to show that as he pulled her arm so she would fall down next to him. At least that's what was supposed to happen.

In the heat of the moment Rukia had twisted her arm so that she was brought off balance, almost slamming her head onto the desk behind her. He grabbed her and shifted her body so that she landed safely on the carpet with a soft thud. She slowly opened her eyes which had been closed during the action and beheld luminous pools of brown filled with concern.

Rukia could feel her breath stutter as she looked at his eyes. They stared at her with such intensity until they slowly got darker, his face morphing into an expression that she couldn't quite place. She continued to look at them before she turned her head away from his eyes. She decided to focus on something else, like the pattern of the carpet or the walls, but her thoughts kept tracking back to his hot breath blowing across her neck or how she could feel his eyes on her.

At the moment when she was about to speak she felt a hand on the side of her face, it was warm and rough with calluses. Her breath once again stopped in her chest as he turned her face back to his using the hand he had on her cheek. He leaned down, or maybe it was just her imagination. She looked him over, Nope not my imagination that's for sure, she thought. As she saw him get closer she lost track of her sensible thoughts telling her that she should probably push him off her.

He kept getting closer as he put his head into the crock of her neck and…started laughing. Her eyes shrouded in confusion as she remembered where they were and what was going on. He was still laughing as she pushed him off of her and used her elbows for support.

"What's so funny?" she pouted as she sat up sitting on her legs.

"Well, I realized I don't even know your name yet"

She tapped her chin trying to recall whether that was true or not, "Your right, I'm Rukia."

He rubbed his chin slightly looking at her in a considering gaze, "Rukia…huh."

"And yours?" she prompted.

He lifted off of her scratching the back of his head, "Ichigo. Kurosaki Ichigo."

She lifted up onto her elbows, "Well then, nice to meet you Ichigo."

He smiled before getting up and walking towards the door, "So what do you feel like eating today?"

"Anything," her stomach grumbled making him release another laugh while walking down the hall.

Rukia got up and dusted herself off as his laughter got quieter when he went to the kitchen. Though she hadn't showed it when he was still in the room her heart was still beating frantically from just what occurred. She had been so sure he was going to…to…do something to her. She shook her head to try and get her thoughts together. She walked over to the window next to the bed and stared at it.

When will he come for me? He usually comes for me by now seeing as he probably already knows where I am; knowing him. Rukia sighed looking at the drifting clouds in the clear blue sky. My life is always anything but change. What's going on?

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|~Ichigo POV~|

He had already gotten everything he needed. Now all that was left was to prepare it all and serve it. Being the family cook is useful sometimes I guess, he thought. Just when he was about to cut the strips of meat into even thinner slices there was a knock at the door. He slowly placed his knife down and walked over to the door to look through the peep hole. It was two men there, on guy who was tall and expensive looking. Another who was tall and had red hair that twisted into some ponytail thing. Oh, and he was also expensive looking but not as expensive as-

Ichigo opened the door; even he didn't know where his thoughts were going anymore. "If you're here for Isshin because he hasn't repaid some gambling debt then he's not here so I suggest coming back another time…" he began closing the door when a foot jammed in between.

"No, no we're not here for some Isshin character," it was the tall guy without the red twists-ponytail look, "We're here for my little sister."

Ichigo raised his eyebrows a little, "Her name being?"

Instead of answering her gestured at the door, "Will you let us in my foot is getting numb."

"Yeah, of course," he slowly opened the door hesitant towards these unfamiliar people.

He watched them walk in cautiously and closed the door with a soft click behind them. Their footsteps creaked on the old wooden floorboards as he led them to the kitchen. He saw that they sat down at the small table without hesitation. Almost as if they were used to picking up lost little sisters in a poor house. Okay maybe he wasn't that poor but still it wasn't exactly the best of houses. The two rich men settled in nicely and Ichigo felt the right moment to ask would be when they were sitting and he was standing. Even though they probably had more power this was still his house.

"So, what's your little sister's name?"

"Maybe I should introduce myself first, I am Byakuya." The dark haired stranger pointed to the red haired stranger, "This is Renji."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Ichigo. Now you said you were looking for your sister?"

The man, Byakuya, paused a little before answering, "Yes, she seems to have gone missing."

"That sounds bad."

"Well, it isn't good."

Conversation stopped for a little bit, Ichigo had an idea on who his sister might be, "Well why you think I've got her?"

"A couple of thugs you met a while ago told me you carried off a girl."

"Yeah maybe that's true."

"From what they told me I suspect that girl might be my sister. I also believe she's still here."

"I could've kicked her out."

"I don't think you did."

"She could've run away; seems she likes to do that."

"I don't think you would let her do that."

"You seem to know a lot about me," Ichigo crossed his arms over his chest.

Byakuya dismissed the assumption, "Educated guesses."

"Those seemed too accurate to be educated guesses."

Byakuya began to speak again but the red haired man, Renji, interrupted, "Sorry to interrupt sir but you have a conference soon. I suggest we try and go by this in a more direct manner.

Byakuya sighed and Ichigo narrowed his eyes. There was something they weren't telling him, "What direct manner."

"I told you I'm looking for my sister but I haven't told you her name as of yet."

"No you haven't. In fact I'd say you were completely avoiding it."

"There was a good reason for that." He seemed slightly exasperated in Ichigo's eyes.

"And that was?"

"Kuchiki Rukia."

"What does that have to do with anything," he was confused, this guy wasn't making any sense.

"Kuchiki Rukia. She's my sister and I'm her older brother. Kuchiki Byakuya.

Silence filled the room as the words seemed to echo all around them.

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