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"How horrible, such a father to push his son so" a woman murmured to her friend as the elderly women watched a white haired boy of sixteen closed his violin case, his father talking to the teacher with a stern face on his young face.

"I hear the mother died and now the father blames his son!" a woman spoke softly to her friends

"No, why would the father blame is son if he was paying for his lessons?" the third woman asked

"He's been taking the class for ten years, the boy's been called a child prodigy but still the father never smiles nor praises him" the first woman answered as they watched the man and the boy walk out of the music department, both faces emotionless.

"You are to practice three hours longer than regularly" the father said to his son not looking at the boy but almost striding to get away from him.

"But father! I already practice six hours each day!" the boy responded, instantly regretting his words

"Are you denying my word Toushiro!"

"N-no father…." Toushiro looked down to the ground hiding his face under his white hair, as the man turned around to continue walking.

So many times he has hears great things about his father, Hitsugaya Sousuke greatest man in Japan for bringing 75,000 dollars to Japan's international trading routes just last year, the best man with the greatest smile, the wisest eyes and perfect personality; what a lie.

Yes his father was all of that but behind their house doors, the man was cold. He would force Toushiro to practice the violin a thousand times over and another thousand times again. He would never let him go out with his friends, hang out on the weekends, eat the foods he wanted, dress like a normal teenager, or even date! He was a dictator!

And Toushiro was sick of it! So many times he would try to talk back, to rebel and say no! but each time the brown haired man would look at him with those piercing brown eyes of his, and instantly Toushiro lost his nerve. It wasn't that he was nervous or scared of his own father, hell no!

Then what was it?…Toushiro looked out his bed room window as he sat in his chair his violin on his lap, silent. What was it that always stopped him from speaking up against his father?

"…Mother" yes. That's what always stopped him, the memory of his mother Hitsugaya Hinamori Momo, when they were a family his father was never like this, cold, unfeeling, a slave driver! It was before she died of her illness she once told him,

"Take care of your father for me, Toushiro" he was never the kind of guy to fall back on his promises, no matter what but….how much longer could he take?!


"I'm going to class father"

"Be ready to play for the same amount of hours I gave you yesterday, Toushiro" his fathers voice called out from the kitchen readying himself to work as the teen closed the door without replying.

Walking towards the music department his instrument over his shoulder suddenly the teen stopped dead in his tracks and smirked feeling oddly really rebellious, and looking both ways Toushiro stole from his usual path and headed towards the mall, he was going to play hooky. After all what harm would come from that right?

Sure with his father never letting him out of the house, Toushiro wasn't completely wet behind the ears, he knew what a mall was, the vast amounts of people, the stores and such but since the last time he came there had been so much that changed!

"How much did they add? This place is like a castle!" his bright green eyes wide when out of the yelling people of the mall he heard music. However this was no music he had heard before, this was…loud, obnoxious, dark and yet catchy. Seeing the store which let the music blast from its domain, Toushiro took one look at the place and his interest was peaked.

Walking in he found to his amusement that along with the booming music the store matched it all too well! It was a music store for the dark, kids his age were walking and talking with their friends listening to music, looking at CDs Toushiro felt like a sore thumb, here he was walking in alone dressed in a mint green polo shirt, white slacks that matched his shoes and white hair, holding a large instrument case over his shoulder, had it been a guitar then maybe the embarrassment wouldn't be as bad, unfortunately it was far from such a thing.

Closing his eyes to block the heat spreading to his face, the teen had somehow walked to the back of the store, where he was interrupted rather rudely.

"What do we have here? A prissy nerd?" a girl's voice scoffed as he opened his eyes clashing with dark purple.

"P-prissy nerd? Me?" pointing to his chest the girl smirked

"Of course prissy, you're the only one I'm talking too" the girl sat up from behind the check out desk, letting Toushiro get a good look at her, she had the blackest hair in the oddest shape he had ever seen, along with an angular yet cute white face with large dark purple eyes surrounded by red eye glitter, her body was petite under that black tank top with amethyst lace falling from her shoulders, her pale neck covered in a velvet black chocker with a white sword charm freely dangling.

"Shut up!"

"Oh! Prissy has a back bone, interesting" the girl's purple lips widening in a smile

"I have a name, it's not prissy!" walking up to the girl, Toushiro was pissed, who was this girl and who gave her the gall to call him prissy?!

"Oh? And what might that be prissy?"

"Hitsugaya Toushiro, although I doubt an imbecile like you would be able to remember that" the violinist back talked quite smugly, the girl's eyes widen

"Heh is that all you can say in return prissy?"

"No, but I'm not going to stoop down to your level" crossing his arms, the best he could do with his violin in one hand, the girl's eyes followed it.

"Oh so your not just a guy who dresses like a prissy nerd but the classical asses kind"

"What is wrong with you?! I come in and you start bagging on me the first thing, aren't you a worker here?" Toushiro took this time to look at her name tag, when she covered herself rashly

"Pervert! How dare you look at my chest!"

"W-what?!"

"Don't deny it, your eyes were completely glued to my chest!" her face red with a blush, he would have begged for her forgiveness had he not caught that glint in her eyes,

"You know I was looking at your name tag, or if your so conscious about such a thing why where the tag on your chest!"

"That's none of your business prissy pervert!"

"You know forget this!" turning around with a scowl on his face "forget you!" Toushiro stomped out of the store clenching his fists, his face flushed red with blush, never has such a person talked to him like that! He was no one high to be spoken to like his father but damn it! Being called a priss was bad enough but being called a pervert when he had done nothing was even worse! And by a complete stranger none the less.

"Stupid girl!" he was sure to never go back! And Hitsugaya Toushiro was never one to break his promises, but another was just the same as he.


His father had found out.

"You little! How dare you skip your practice!"

"I-I'm sorry father"

"Sorry isn't enough! Do you know how much I pay for those classes of yours!"

"Yes sir"

"If so then why skip?! I lost a thousand dollars today because of you! Kuchiki Byakuya is not a cheap teacher I can get off the streets Toushiro!"

"I know that father!"

"Then why did you skip!"

"I-"

"Yes?" the man crossed his arms tighter over his suit tapping his foot impatiently

"Never mind"

"Tell me now Toushiro!"

"I-" if he did tell his father where he went, he was sure the man would kill him on the spot or worse! And he didn't want to know what that worse opinion was. In the end Toushiro stood silent

"Are you going to tell me!?"

"…No sir"

"You little!" instantly Toushiro felt a burning sensation on his left cheek, and a pain on his rear; "I forbid you to leave this house anymore! You ungrateful brat!"

"…"

Walking away Sousuke cursed as he started up the stairs, leaving Toushiro on the floor where he had fallen after the slap to his face.

"Bastard….that bastard" cursing under his breath Toushiro clenched his eyes trying to will the tears away as they continued to fall from his round face. He had tried, he really did! To keep his promise with his mother for six years he had kept with his father to keep the promise he had made with his mother, but this! This was too much! He was so sick and tired of being blamed for his mothers death by his abusive father! This had to end!

Ppicking himself up, Toushiro ran out of the cold house he couldn't call home anymore and just ran as fast as his legs could take him.

He didn't care where he was going, he just had to get out of that hell hole!

"Please forgive me mother!"


"Rukia close up alright!" the store manager called from the front of the room the mall already getting dark with all the shops closing.

"I got it!" hearing the door ring signaling her manager leaving, Rukia went to the back of the shop and got her things when another ring signaling the door, the purple eyed girl looked up curiously, 'maybe Yoruichi-san left something' getting up and closing the 'employs only' door locking it. Rukia began to walk towards the front

"Did you forget something Yorui- y-you!"

"…"

"What the hell are you doing here! At this time! Don't you know we're closed prissy!"

"P-please forgive me, but please"

"Huh?"

"D-don't make me go back home" Toushiro looked like a bloody mess! His hair all messed up and disheveled, his shirt all smeared with sweat, his white shoes and trousers stained with mud and dirt. And standing there at the door his chest heaving a hard flush on his face, Rukia couldn't help but feel for the guy.

"What do you want me to do?" why did he come here?

"Uhh-…" he hadn't thought about that! As he was running his mind had no idea where to go, and before he knew where he was heading he was already standing in the door way of the store he had visited earlier that day; the same one he swore never to return too. Heh, today was just a day where he broke all his promises, wasn't it?

"…come on!" walking towards the boy, Rukia grabbed the kids arm and lead him out of the store waiting for her to turn off the lights and lock up,

"W-where are we going?"

"My apartment"

"You have an apartment?!" impossible! This girl couldn't be an age older than himself! And he was only sixteen! Eighteen was the legal age for a child to live on their own, so how in the world!

"Not here" not speaking anymore, Rukia lead the boy towards the bus and the rest of the ride to her apartment, was filled with an anxious silence; neither of them wanted to break.

"Here it is, it's small but it's home" Rukia smiled the smell of her favorite aroma wafting into her nose,

"What is that smell?"

"It's Lil' Angel, my mom used to smell like it"

"Where is she?"

"…She's dead"

"I'm sorry" so she was just like him,

"No problem, sit down"

"Thank you" sitting down on a small couch in the middle of an equally small one room apartment,

"It's cool, prissy"

"Damn it! My name's not prissy!"

"Oh right" walking into the open kitchen, Rukia poured them a glass of water, "it's prissy Toushiro, right?"

"Shut up" turning away, to face the widow outside, Toushiro didn't understand why his face was hot and why he liked the sound of his name on the goth girl's purple lips.

"That's no way to talk to a person who took you in" she was right, he had to admit but refused to do to those glints in her amethyst orbs.

"Tch, sorry…."

"It's cool" soon silence once again filled the room, when Toushiro couldn't help ask

"How is it that you have an apartment? Isn't your dad worried?"

"Heh like hell he is, since my mom died, all he cares about is his job as a top music teacher"

"Music teacher?"

"Yeah, he teaches piano, flute, cello, and violin"

"Is his name Kuchiki Byakuya by any chance?"

"Eh? How do you know my dad's name?"

"N-no way!" looking like a deer in headlights, Toushiro couldn't believe that his always strict stick up his butt no sense of humor of a teacher was this goth girl's dad!

"What? How do you know him?"

"He's my music teacher, my father hired him to teach me violin"

"No way! That's wicked!" grinning Rukia laughed, "that's just plain creepy!"

"Tell me about it, you look nothing like your father!"

Instantly Rukia stopped laughing, "why do you think I dress like this?!"

"H-huh?"

"I hate that man! Other than my hair and eyes, I look just like my father and I hate every bit of it!"

"Why?"

"Because when my mom died, he completely forgot I existed! The only thing I could do to get his attention was to dress the complete opposite of his likings! When he told me to take it all off and never touch this 'garbage' again I left screaming at him at how much I hated his guts"

"…And this was how you stared living on your own?"

"Yeah, my uncle Juushiro helped me find the place and make it feel like home, he's the only family I feel like I've got…"

"…I know how you feel" he truly did, she was the exact same as he. It's just that his father cared too much it made him sick while her's didn't at all and it made her hateful.

"How?"

"When my mother died I was ten, she told me to keep watch over my father in her place, I never go back on my words as a man she taught me that; when we were a family I knew I could care for my father, but when she finally was gone my father changed"

"How?" the look in her amethyst orbs understanding and beautiful.

"He made me take violin an instrument my mother loved, but knew that I didn't, he forced me to play day after day until my fingers bleed, he would punish me if I ever disobeyed him…I don't even have friends or a normal teenage life because of him"

"I'm sorry"

"Huh?" looking up from his fists, Toushiro didn't expect to see the normally dark and nonchalant girl he knew and thought she was, to be almost in tears. Almost.

"I called you a priss because of your clothes and thought you were some rich classical tight ass kind of guy"

"No harm done, I admit I thought you were some goth punk bitch who had nothing but a foul mouth and a horrible sense of humor"

"Heh heh, looks like we're not so different after all Toushiro" smiling a true smile, her eyes glittering besides flakes of sparkling red against her already beautiful amethyst orbs.

"No, no we're not Rukia; I'm kind of glad I met you"

"Me too" they shared a smile when Rukia told him something that made the boy blush "you can sleep here tonight if you want"

"I-I can?"

"Yeah, after hearing your story I'm not going to let you go back to your dad!"

"But!"

"Do you want to go back?"

"Never! I actually want to move out"

"Why don't you?"

"I don't have anywhere to go, I have scholarship money from contests I've won wuth the violin but no where to use it"

"Hmm why not stay here?"

"What!?"

"We're practically the same Toushiro, you're running from your dad just as I am, both our moms are gone and the only people we feel comfortable around is with each other"

"But! Is it even legal? For two sixteen runaways to live together?"

"Whose going to know?" she had a point…maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all. Just maybe….

"Alright, I'll do it! Tomorrow when my father goes to work I'll sneak in and bring all I need to come live here"

"Sweet! Trust me you won't miss a thing back at that house"

"I don't think I will, I never did while I lived there" grinning at each other in complete understanding and content, Rukia and Toushiro stood against all odds if they chose to live together, but somehow they didn't care.

Why should they? On their own they stood against their fathers, who knows what they could do together.


"Sleep well tonight Toushiro we've got stuff to do tomorrow"

"What stuff? Getting my things isn't going to take long"

"That's not what I meant"

"Huh?"

"Tomorrow you're getting an earring!"

"WHAT THE HELL?!"


Me- my goodness! This was the longest one-shot I've written!

I really hope it wasn't too sad! Or oddly put together!

Please read and review!