Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Healing Our Dreams ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

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Kuchiki Rukia is a sophisticated young lady; she always makes sure her clothes are in order and wrinkle free. She doesn't dress to impress but for her own comfort, which ironically still impresses quite a few. Some call her prudent, serene, and kind. But she is also coy and likes to keep to herself, but she is not to be mistaken for a pushover. Oh no, when need be, she is one feisty girl. Her petite frame serves as the perfect camouflage for unsuspecting people. Kuchiki Rukia, all in all, is content with her life, or so she thought.

It was the last week of her last summer vacation. She would be graduating in around ten months from high school and decided that afterwards, she would take up summer courses at her future university to earn her degree faster.

Ever since she was a child her and her only relative, her brother, weren't close. At least not how a regular family should be. Their parents had died in a tragic car wreck when she was only three. She doesn't remember much about them, but it changed her brother. Ever since the wreck, Byakuya started to work harder and harder, Rukia knew he was like that so she could have the life her parents wanted her to have. But in the process it seemed that his work severed their relationship. He would always be at work, bettering the two. Afterwards he would come home and simply work on paperwork and filing. Hardly finding the time to talk or acknowledge his sisters presence.

So Rukia had made up her mind, if they couldn't have a regular brother-sister relationship, then she would forge a professional one with him, as two working adults. So he could finally acknowledge her once more.

“Nii-sama,” yelled a girl with raven hair. She stuck her small head out the door, to her room, once again and yelled a second time, “I'm going for a walk.”

“Yes Nii-sama, I won't be long,” she responded to his distant orders.

“Yes Nii-sama, I know… No don't worry, I'll be fine,” she answered her worried brother once again placidly. Even thou they didn't talk much, he always worried about his little sister. Karakura was after all a big city, anything could happen. Its inhabitants were up to a million. But they enjoyed the city atmosphere, and her brother had decided to move to the city after their parents had died.

It was a Saturday evening, around five or so. She had just gotten done with her daily duties and was ready to let loose. She closed her room's door and started scrimmaging through her drawers and closet, to find an outfit for a nice run around the park. It wasn't hard for the petite girl to find just what she needed. Her room was always in order, so finding clothes half the time was simple. She decided on wearing light jogging pants with a cute light-blue, short sleeved shirt. Picking up her sneakers, she left her room for the front door.

“I'm going Nii-sama, I'll be back in an hour,” she yelled from the front door. Closing the said door, she was on her way to the park. She would usually go there around four times a week to take a little jog. She also regularly went to the park earlier in the day, but today she had lost track of time cleaning the house and happened to be going at a later hour.

Rukia wore a pleased smile walking down to the park, taking note of all the wonders the city had to offer. The park was exactly ten blocks away from her house. But in those ten blocks she would see so much: from antique stores, a library, small shops, and a magnificent view of the city, from the hilltop. She would even sneak out sometimes in the middle of the night and enjoy the view from there, always finding some kind of solace in high places. Stopping at the hilltop she let her mind and eyes wander.

“Hehehe.” A three year-old girl giggled, climbing the high countertop looking for a forbidden treasure. “Ah-ha,” she squealed grinning ear to ear, finding what she wanted.

“Mmm,” she hummed, savoring the cookie she was chomping on.

Looking down afterwards the small girl became nervous, it really was high up. Almost twice her size, climbing up was always easier than climbing down too. She fidgeted as her small foot had trouble reaching the drawer to climb down. Her limbs betraying her, she fell from the top and hit the floor with a big `Plop' sound.

“Oww,” sniffled the frowning girl, holding her head in-between her arms. Her mother startled, came to the kitchen finding her little trouble-maker rolled into a tight ball, holding her head.

“Rukia-chan, what happened,” she asked, causing Rukia to look up at her mother, while a stray tear came down her cheek.

“I fell getting a cookie, I hit my head Okaa-san,” she sniffled to her mother, rubbing her small head. Her mother smiled at her innocent antics.

“There, there,” she said, picking her up and setting her down on countertop. “How's my little monkey doing,” she chimed at Rukia, giving her another cookie. Rukia smiled from ear to ear, at her mother's comforting actions. “Don't be afraid Rukia-chan; I'll always be here to pick you up.”

“Hai,” chirped Rukia, holding her cookie while her eyes shined.

Taking her gaze from the outlook, she resumed walking down to the park. She would never forget that promise; it was her most cherished memory of her mother.

Rukia reached the park and gave a small smile while stretching for her run. She really did enjoy the outdoors. It was also a wonderful September day. The trees where coated with orange that reflected the weakening sunlight, in just the right way. The crisp air also kept her cool, while she ran around the various winding trails. Today was a great day she thought, nothing could possibly ruin it. She would let her feet run to her heart's desire.

Rukia weaved her way through the couples that were walking the trails. She would always take a short notice to them, they looked happy she thought running pass them. She herself doesn't long for such intimacy, but it still makes her feel pleased that there is still some care in the world.

“Ah, here we go,” she whispered panting, looking down at the bench. She had just gotten done with her last lap, and keeping to her custom she sat on her `self-proclaimed' bench to take a short rest and gaze.

The park was vast she thought, gazing across the sceneries. How such a thing even existed in such a city bewildered her. In it, she could see the fields where children ran and families had picnics, the winding trails that that danced with the tall trees, and the huge pond in the middle, where people would often feed the geese.

“Onii-chan!” Rukia turned her head, when she heard a worried yell, coming from the grassy field. “Where are you?”

“Hmph, hope you can find him,” she said sighing to herself.

She turned her gaze from the little chestnut haired girl, and allowed her eyes to continue wandering the park. Her eyes stopping upon a concealed person near the beginning of the tree line, just a small rise away from the field.

Squinting her eyes, she could see that he was exchanging various packages and what seemed to look like money. He also had fiery orange hair and was extremely tall, by her standards of course, from what she could tell. Probably just another prick bastard. She assumed, since only thugs dyed their hair, right? And look at him, no good can come from being so secretive and exchanging suspicious items in a park.

“Onii-chan.” She saw him turn his attention to the direction of the calling girl. For a second she caught a glimpse of his eyes. They where void and cold she thought, and he wore them with a scowl. Turning his gaze back, he spotted her staring at him.

The young man deepened his scowl and directed it towards her, before he turned back to the other shady character behind the tree. “Yup, prick bastard,” she whispered in an irritated sigh.

“Onii-chan,” said the young girl. Rukia got up and walked over, to see if she could be of some help. She didn't believe in good and bad karma, but being nice never hurt, did it?

“Hey there, are you looking for your Onii-chan?” Rukia asked the little girl.

“What is it to you?” The small raven haired girl beside the other flatly said crossing her arms across her chest, causing Rukia's sweat to drop.

“Karin-chan, that wasn't nice,” chided the other girl. Looking back up at Rukia she apologized in a nervous chuckle. “Yea, we can't find our brother anywhere. I'm Yuzu by the way, nice to meet you.”

“Ah, what does he look like, maybe I saw him while jogging,” Rukia said, putting her hand up to her chin trying to remember if she saw a guy with chestnut or black hair.

“Um, he-”

“Yuzu, Karin, what are you doing?” a bitter voice cut through Yuzu's. Surprisingly enough it was the same carrot top that scowled at her earlier, not that he wasn't now.

“Ah, Onii-chan there you are,” cooed Yuzu. “We couldn't find you anywhere.”

“Sorry, I got lost,” he lied, Rukia rolled her eyes.

“We were looking for you, when she came up and offered to help us,” Yuzu told her brother.

“Kuchiki Rukia,” Rukia said, slightly bowing her head in greeting.

“Yuzu, Karin lets go.” Rukia's vein in her forehead started to throb, and her face became heated, as her greeting went through deaf ears. The orange head and Karin chose not to acknowledge her flustered state and started to walk away.

“Onii-chan… Onii-chan!” Yuzu's pleas also went unnoticed. “Ahh! Sorry, bye Rukia-chan.” Yuzu said in a hurry to catch up to her brother and sister.

The three soon disappeared from view, as Rukia walked in the other direction towards her house. Contorting her face in hatred, “Yuzu, Karin lets go,” she said mockingly. “Che, what a bastard.”

To put it in laymen terms, Rukia was pissed, so much for today being nice, she thought while walking back to her house.

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Rukia ended up walking home in a bitter mood, her deepened scowl managing to scare off anyone who dared look at her. It's not that he got to her, no, nothing gets to her. She is after all a Kuchiki, she reminded herself. Prick bastard, I'll show him!

“Rukia how was your day today?” Byakuya asked with an indifferent voice at the dinner table.

“It was very good, Nii-sama,” she lied, remembering the brash carrot-top that managed to ruin her great day.

“That's good to hear,” he said in the same tone. There they continued to eat in the accustomed silence filled with melancholy.

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First chapter done, really hope you guys like it.

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