A/n: I want to thank both the fabulous Senna23 and the lovely Mikaoru for beta-ing this more me. They're the greatest. 3 Also I am going to finish this story, it's going to last a…while since I am only updating once a month, and if God is looking down upon me twice a month, if I can. ^3^ So the next update shall be in a…month from now.

Also there are some Latin words in here, just to warn you all. Also sorry for being a day late for publishing it. ;3;

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Bleach...at all.

A Glass Orb

By Blueteam101

(Hellokilly7593 at BA)

Prologue

Before we met, we had a dream.

In a dream, we can become anything we wish to be. To fly. To be invisible. Walk through walls. A mystic, eerie world in our mind; where the rules of reality do not apply. Our minds get lost in the mist of nonsense, which we do not question. In a dream, we are like passengers on a moving train, unable to control our actions and choosing our surroundings. We let our mind take over; let our true self come out, act differently than we normally do. Dreams make our heart's pace faster, make our adrenaline rise, and make our blood pressure increase. It makes us see the world in another way than we normally would.

But…do we dream to sleep or do we sleep to dream? That's a question we need to answer ourselves. For we need dreams to recharge the mind, body, and help us tackle stress. Dreams are sweet. They are supposed to relieve stress, make you smile at the childishness, and madness you create.

But what if…what if these so-called-dreams are not dreams full of delight or fantasy, but instead they are full of terror? Horror? What if these nightmares are recording? Are they trying to say something? Are they warning me…?

Kuchiki Rukia's petit body sat upon a cushion couch in the small loft in her home; her porcelain skin smooth and delicate as it clashed with her black ebony hair that stopped just under her chest. Her heart shape face was soft and lithe. Supporting her large almond shaped eyes that were blue as sapphires with thick black lashes surrounding them. Lips were red, curved in lovely wings. A goddess of the moon, many thought of her. With her graceful looks that God had given her, the air of poise and beauty curled around. She's a creature of pure chaste ice that was beyond doubt to remain untouched by the defile sinful hands of the world.

She ignored the chills and whispers of the cold night's gentle breeze that was drifting through the open, bay window. The cool December air embraced her lithe body lightly through her icy blue color hut dress, causing a small layer of goose bumps to appear on her skin. Rukia continued to take no notice of the knocks on the immense maple double door, and only concentrated on the image that floated in her mind. Lines after lines fell upon her sketch pad; she had no control over her silk glove cover hand that traveled across the artless white paper. Connecting lines from one point to another, shading in shade to giving them value. Unity.

"Rukia-san?"

Lost in the chaotic haven of her mind Rukia doesn't notice the two individuals that just walked in. The only thing she's focusing on is to understand the lines of utter turmoil on her paper. Her moving hand stopped automatically, leaving the unfinished drawing for her lost glaze. The more she stared the more she distinguished out the image, and her lost stare turned intense with her blue eyes staring at the creation she drew. "A glass orb …" she whispers in her light English accent. The orb was held by a metal base, rest on a round pure crystal table. Carful as if it can rip she traced her creation with her finger, letting her cover finger linger on the drawing.

"Rukia-san?" Rukia's eyes snapped open at the sound of her name. Hastily she closed her sketchpad as nonchalantly as she could; turning around to face Ishida Uryuu, and Hinamori Momo.

"Momo, Ishida…when did you arrive?"

"About five minutes ago right, Momo-san?" Ishida answered her as he pushed back his navy blue glasses. Being at five foot eight inches Ishida is an average height for twenty four year-old man. His short black hair is angle down hiding his pointy ears; high cheekbones make his face sharper, and blue-black iris stand out behind his clear lenses. Ishida dons black slacks, a blue long sleeve preppy stripe shirt, a basic web belt, and white tennis shoes on his feet. Lastly, on his left hand he has on a bracelet with a symbol of a cross. The Quincy cross, Ishida's clan symbol of a race of powerful elves; but sadly the race is decreasing quickly.

Momo nod her head in agreement as her high ponytail bounces with her nods. Momo, being only four inches smaller than him has a childish looking face. Big innocent brown eyes with a youthful and gullible look in them. No one would guess she is a young twenty one year-old Banshee. She's a wicked creature that warns when Death approaches as soon as she shrieks. But you can't see that on her when she's wearing a brown color skirt to match her beige blouse, and brown shoes. Momo throws a toothy grin at her, "Rukia, we should head over to the airport now."

Rukia calmly agreed as she placed her pencil and sketchpad inside her white wool messenger bag she earlier placed next to her. She fingered her long pure silver necklace before looking down at the charm that is hanging off of it. The small metal pocket watch ticks soothingly as she opened it and checked the time absently. Getting up she let Ishida and Momo take the lead as she followed and got lost in her thoughts.

Skillfully she left her Kuchiki impassive expression on her face as a force habit. Trusting her feet to guide her to the main double door of her old home, she recalled onto why she is leaving her home. Moving to Karakura Town in place for her Father, Kuchiki Byakuya, she reminded herself. Rukia's father is getting ill due to his old age and he merely sent her to take his place as the representatives of the United States' Others Community.

The Others are creatures of the supernatural, creatures of the human's fantasy. Banshees like Momo to elves like Ishida. Karakura Town is the meeting place for anything and everything that involves the Others; its headquarters. Since Rukia is the daughter of one of the world most powerful sorcerers and part of one of the most known noble families; she's forced to go in place of her Father.

Everyone in the clan was against it but they really had no say in it. She's turning nineteen in a month, sure that's not a good reason for her to take her Father's place, but she is intelligent. Quite intelligent in fact. She just finished her fourth year at the University of Washington D.C and just gotten her master in art history and literature. However it does not matter how hard she tries to study, and succeed, the elder noble members still view her as a young child that is inexperienced with the outside world. They even go far enough to look down on her as if she had no worth. Her Father always ignored those noble men, and because she only had her Father, she followed his lead. She went through more than she wish she had. She matured too fast for a normal young woman, became colder than most people would like. However like her Father had told her in the past, she is his pride and she must act like it.

Arriving to the front door, each of them covered themselves with thick winter coats. Ishida in a dark green trench coat, Momo in her dull pink winter sweater, and Rukia just slipped on her white coat. Stepping outside Rukia became mystified with the dots of snow that is gently descending down from the gray sky. They dance with the wind and twirled around the other snowflakes as if they had nothing to worry about. "How ironic", she thought as the snowflakes whirled around her. She didn't realize that she has the attention of Momo who watched her as her breath came out in tender puffs and her eyes hazy.

Momo stared at her and tries hard to read her expression. But as seconds move on she knew they need to get going. So with a sigh she called out to her. "Rukia, are you going to miss Washington D.C?"

Rukia shifted her eyes over to Momo's, "Of course, I spent the last ten years of my life here; naturally not counting all the summer vacations to England. But I can't wait to see real Cherry Blossoms, I heard from my Father that they are beyond doubt breathtaking."

Momo smiled at her shyly, "They are. But really, it's a good thing that you learned how to speak Japanese when you were a child, Rukia." Beaming at the blue eye nymph she added a skip into her walk, thinking over the fact that she, unlike Rukia who used to live in Spain, lived in the U.S. all of her life. "It's been a very long time since I've been to Japan…well mostly because my whole family lives here, but once I become Mrs. Hitsugaya Toushirou, I think I would be visiting Japan more often." Momo turned around and faced a clam Ishida that has his face in another book. "What about you, Uryuu-san?"

Ishida looked up from the book and looked behind him. "My father is Japanese while my mother is German, however since my Mother died in child birth, I stayed and lived in Japan until two years ago." Momo hummed at the little information she received when they enter the thick, black SUV that will be taking them to the airport. She didn't bother to question Rukia's race since she already know that Rukia is a half Spanish from her Mother side while on her Father side she's one quarter English and Japanese. Hence why her last name is in Japanese.

"Which reminds me, who exactly is going to pick us up once we arrive to Japan, Ishida?" Rukia questioned him with her light English accent coating her words as she pulled out her sketch pad and started to draw idly.

Ishida smiled at Rukia's bad habit of drawing whenever she felt like it; the only weakness she had from what he can tell. Rukia always followed the proper etiquette of society: only speaking when being spoken to, walking with her back straight, smiling gently to everyone, greeting everyone who greeted her, and so on and so forth. Those manners have been forced down on to her since she was a child, or at least that's what he heard from the workers at the Kuchiki Manor. Not even allowed to go outside and play like normal a child; to play in the mud, to play with other children, use her hands to paint instead of using a brush.

She wasn't allowed to enjoy her youth as a child when others did. Ishida looked away from her and back onto his book. He's glad that her only escape from her noble life is her drawing and her music. He hid his sympathy knowing well that she doesn't want it, and never will. Pushing his glasses up, he calmly answered her question with his own. "Do you remember Kurosaki-san?"

Rukia stopped her sketching in mid stroke, "Do you mean Kurosaki-san as in the Alpha of the Llave Negro del Destino? As in the man who asked me in public if I wanted to marry his son?" Ishida nod his head at her as she raised an eyebrow and resumed to draw, "I heard his family is quite… brilliant; I can't wait to meet them."

"Yeah only his daughters; Yuzu-san, the youngest, she's quite sweet and motherly. She also enjoys cooking and cleaning. Karin-san, her fraternal twin, is older than her. She's more laid-back and sarcastic. She has a passion for soccer and I think they're both…turning sixteen soon."

"Then what about his sons?"

"Ah, he only has one son which is the eldest. Kurosaki Ichigo… that berry boy is the new beta of the pack since last year, and he's an irrational dipstick." Ishida voice changed in to a rigid but light mocking tone once he hit Ichigo's personality. Both girl noticed, however while Rukia kept her comments to herself, Momo started laughing out loud at the tone of his voice and Rukia silently chuckled to herself from behind her hand when Ishida's face gained a shade of red.

"You don't like him, do you Uryuu-san?" Momo cooed at him, and evilly decided to tease him all the way to the airport just for kicks. Boarding the Kuchiki's private plane Momo bids both Rukia and Ishida a goodnight as she slithered her way across to the guest room and into the makeshift bed. Ishida just takes a sit in one chair out of the eight in the aisle and enjoyed his dry martini with the novel he was reading when they left the Kuchiki's estate. Rukia bid Ishida a goodnight as well when she heard the pilot informing them that they will be flying soon. She head over to her own room and shed her over coat. She stayed in her dress, finding it cozy and warm as she stretched her arms.

"Do you need anything to make your flight more comfortable, Miss Rukia?" A voice filled with flirtation rushed through her door in high velocity.

Rukia jumped a bit and turned to Matsumoto Rangiku who is leaning against the door with her blond hair in a bun, her uniform showing too much skin, and a curved smile on her light peach color skin. "Ah, Rangiku what are you doing here?"

"What did I say about calling me 'Rangiku'? I told you many times, Child, to call me by my nickname." Rukia smirked slightly and agreed quickly, not wanting to go through another lecture from the blond bombshell. "And to answer your previous question, well I'm flying to Japan with you, you silly little…" Rangiku stopped and waved her hand in front of her face as Rukia gives her an impatient look. "Ok ok, I'm here because I decided I needed a vacation, and when I heard you're going to Japan I just had to come along. So after this flight I'm not working for the next three months and I'm staying in Japan with you! Isn't that grand?"

Rukia lips turned into a small grin as she heard Rangiku go on and on how they were going to spend their time in Japan together. She went on about going to the spas, temples, and restaurants. "I got it Ran." Rukia yawned and scolded herself for sleeping so late last night, "I'm quite tired, Ran, when you are going to sleep?"

"In forty minutes, my shift will be over so stay up for me okay, Rukia?"

"Of course…ah, can you bring me water?"

Rangiku smirked at her as she started to close the door behind her before saying "Of course Miss. Kuchiki."

"Thank you…" Rukia voice reached Rangiku's ears and she smiled brightly at her. A sigh leaves Rukia mouth as she heard Rangiku leaving. "Three months." her thoughts boomed in her mind like an abandon cave, "How did Ran know I would stay there for three months? Oh well, it is Ran, she had probably seduced some poor rooky for information like last time."

Rangiku is a full-blooded American who happens to love the Japanese culture since she was adopted by Japanese Americans when she was a baby. She studied the Japanese culture during high school and even took Japanese's classes. But Rangiku's adopted parents were quite surprise when they found out she's a rare creature called a fox woman. Fox women can only be women in their race hence their name. They're rare since there are only less than one hundred fox women left in the world. Rangiku is only twenty-one and came across Rukia at a political party when Rukia was seventeen. Since then, they've been close friends with Momo and Ishida, or as close Rukia allowed herself to be.

Rukia let her body fall upon the white sheet bed with a 'humph', letting her usual prim and proper body become relax in the soft sheets. Humming a soft tune she remembered her mother used to sing to her. Rukia peaceful becomes oblivious to the world. She does feel the plane starting to rumble low, moving, and then lifting them off of the ground like a bird. She didn't feel the awkward feeling in her stomach when the plane left off however, and the annoying buzzing noise in her eyes just never came.

Placing her hands over her eyes the images of amber eyes flashed through her mind. Each image of those amber eyes had different emotions burning inside of them. Rukia had been seeing these eyes for weeks now. They appear when she got lost in her thoughts, they appear when she felt helpless or even when she wanted to quit. The chips of burning fire in them warmed her cold blood and she even felt as if they're leading her towards something. With every step she took in her mind towards those blazing eyes she felt as if she is going further towards him. Who "him" is she doesn't even know, and she doesn't even bother to ask.

"Rukia, you better not be sleeping."

Rangiku voice reached her ears, and the amber eyes in her fogged mind disappeared. "Hello Ran." Rukia's voice is unruffled by Rangiku's positive aura that sings around her. The blond woman smiled brightly at her as she jumped on the bed with her. She is already clad in her silk nightgown and her wavy blond hair is hanging down loosely.

Rukia listened silently as Rangiku told her about everything that had happened with her since they last time saw each other. She talked about her trip to Paris and New York City, telling Rukia of her time there. And out of nowhere Rangiku smile changed into a straight stiff line; she turned to Rukia, and gently played with the question in her mind before asking. "Rukia?"

"Yes?"

"…Do you know what is going to happen to you?" Rangiku's concern voice is as rare as to see a unicorn during winter. Rangiku stared at the ceiling with Rukia and thought of all the answers that Rukia can tell her. But deep down she knew the only answer that Rukia will share with her.

Rangiku's question made Rukia give a bitter smile, her smile seemed to cause the weather to become distressing with the way the plane moved side to side in anguish. "I can't tell you."

"And why not?" Rangiku lift herself off the bed and stared at Rukia's somber form. Her eyes closed and the same smile stayed on her lovely face.

"Because if I do…everything will change." Rukia's eyes opened and connected with Rangiku's light blue ones. Rangiku tried to keep eye connection but she couldn't. Just the look in her eyes burned her. There is no ounce of emotion in Rukia's sapphire eyes. The vacant look in her eyes should be filled with the fruits of emotions that normal nineteen year olds should feel, but she doesn't have any of those. Sometimes she wished she could help Rukia to open up, but it's not her responsibility. It never was.

"Rukia …"

"Let's go to sleep Ran, it's a long flight to Japan." The only sound that came from Rangiku was a grunt of disagreement, but her discontent surrendered to Rukia's softness. Rukia felt Rangiku shift to lie on her side, leaving Rukia to stare at the bare ceiling.

Rukia didn't bother to change into her nightwear and kept her sundress on. She gently moved to her side and made herself comfortable. Reluctantly she let Sandman welcome her in his embrace. She felt her eyes drop little by little, her body slowly turning off and going into sleep mode. She lets out a small sad sigh and let her nightmares begin once again.

Several hours later:

"All right, we are in Tokyo, Japan!" Rangiku's cheerful voice reverberated through the whole airport making many stare at her as if she was dirt under their shoes. Rangiku noticing the crude glares gives them the stink eye and cursed at them in Japanese, fully aware of her thick American accent of course.

"I hate the time changing." Momo groaned, after all she is not very fond of staying in one place for so long, and has been complaining since they arrived to the airport.

"Well, you're not alone, Sweetheart." Rangiku stretched her sore kinks from her back and rubbed her bottom a little to get rid of the numbness she felt. "Really it took thirty hours to get here, and it's a nine hours time difference and we left on… Friday, so what day is it and what the hell is the time?"

"We left at seven in the evening on the seventh and it's now…two in the afternoon on the ninth. So it's Sunday." Ishida's clam voice answered Rangiku's question with ease. But from the way his face muscles relaxed, one can tell that Ishida is also glad to be off the damn plane as well. "I'll be back; I need to go look for Kurosaki-san. So stay here, and wait for us. Got that, Rangiku-san?"

"Of course, of course!" Once Ishida's figure was out of view, Rangiku cheerful smile faded and a pout replace it. "Oh poo, Ishida never let me do anything fun…that Party-pooper. Just like Momo's fiancé." Momo blush, but decided not to respond knowing very well it will back fire in her face if she tried to deny it.

"What did you expect Ran? Last time he left us, or rather you alone, you went to a bar and got drunk." Rukia eyes the airport as she addressed Rangiku, she took in the glittering lights of the jolly season of Christmas. There is a faint smell of pines, and children happy chatter grazed her ears silently. From the corner of her eyes she saw a joyful St. Nicholas ringing a bell. Something that she only thought she would see in the U.S.

"Ah, but Rukia we were waiting for an hour at that line and I wanted to get a little drunk."

"Ran…we were at Disneyland."

"You got drunk in Disneyland?" Momo gasped rang through the airport making them the center of attention for a full minute, again. While waiting for Ishida, Rangiku and Momo chatted about visiting Tokyo Towers and since it's snowing they should go to a winter resort. Rukia kept quiet, and let the two of them talk as she took out her sketchpad. She looked through it waiting for a new, fresh blank page. Page after page is filled with random items such as doors, a crown, shields, candles, and many more objects that didn't fit and just seem odd.

On her last page she traced the lines of her sun, the black sun. This is the first time she drew the sun in all of his glory. The intense shading she gave it when she was drawing was amazing in her opinion. Rukia smiled at the drawing. Admiring that out her whole sketchpad this is the only drawing she finished and colored. "The Black Sun…" She whispered to herself in an unknown softness that it terrified her and soothed her at the same time. She drew the sun last night in the wee hours of the morning. She went into a corner of her and Rangiku's room and just sat still for a whole hour. And after she was done sketching it, she spent another hour coloring to perfection and for some odd reason using an orange pencil to write, "Black Sun." in her best, bold cursive writing. She's not quite sure why she titled it as "Black Sun" since it's clearly just an eclipse, and it's not that creative in her opinion. But something tugged at her soul, and she simply felt that she needed to "embellish."

Rukia shook her head somberly; gently turning the page to the blank cardboard surface of her sketchpad. Confusion filled her at once as she noticed that she has no more pages left. Lifting her head Rukia quickly searched for an art store-or any store for that matter. From the corner of her eyes, she saw a small store that seemed to sell paper and her heart rises with the hope that they might have sketchpads or at least normal blank paper. From what she saw, it was outside of the airport and on the other side of the sidewalk. She could go and get what she needed and come back. No one will notice she was gone.

"I'll be back…" Her lithe voice didn't reach Momo's and Rangiku's ears as she ambled her way through the crowd, making sure she doesn't hit or bump anyone as she left the airport with her messenger bag in tow. She felt the prickled of the cold icy air touch her expose skin as she crossed the street. She stopped right in front of the store and reads the dark green color words on the door. "Urahara Shoten the II?"

Upon entering the store she's encircled by sweets of many form and flavor. Some seemed to come from the United States while other came from Korea, France, Mexico, so one and so forth. Her small steps were barely making any noise as she walked up and down the aisles, looking for any type of sketchpad filled with normal blank white paper. She heard footsteps behind her and turned quickly. Her cold expression on her face stayed the same even when the timid looking boy smiled at her brightly.

"Hello Miss, and welcome to Urahara Shoten the II. I'm Yamada Hanataro at your assistance." He seemed to be a couple inches taller than her if he didn't slouch over. His dark purplish black hair mopped over his eyes as he bowed. His uniform was a normal blue button shirt and gray pants with a white apron over.

When Rukia was evaluating him she saw the sweat from her stare leaking from his brow. She forced a kind smile on her face for his expense, "Yes you can, Yamada-san. I was wondering if you have any sketch pads in this humble store of yours."

The moment he saw the smile on her face, his face brightened vastly, "Of course, the Boss told me someone very special will come today…I mean yes we have one left." Before Rukia could demand what he was talking about, he left in a hurry to the back and knocked some shelves down on his way. Watching him leaving rather quickly, Rukia shook her head and decided to question him later once he returned. That was the plan before her eyes landed on the Chappy merchandise.

Her eyes widened at the sudden awkward-but cute-creature that she dared to call a rabbit. Her hand greedily grabbed the plushy of the rabbit. Enjoying the soft fake fur that covered its body on her hands, the fake blue beaded eyes, and happy smile on his face. She never once owned a plushy of her very own, and was fascinated by the strange creature.

"It's understandable why you will go for childish things like this Rukia-chan."

Realizing that she let her guard down Rukia mentally scolded herself for her complete stupidity. Rukia looked behind her and saw the Alpha of the Llave Negro del Destino, Kurosaki Isshin. The man had black and messy hair with a few grays picking out. He gave her a big goofy grin that grew wider with every second that passed. His hair matches his beard as he donned a maroon button up shirt, a black slack, and black dress shoes. "Ah… Kurosaki-san."

"Rukia-chan, my beautiful third daughter, please call me, 'Papa!'"

His feet hit the ground repeatedly as he ran through the thick crowd of people in Karakura Harbor. He pushed people that were in his way, and jumped over scatter objects on the ground. His chest heaved slightly as he chased the blur of a figure-with five stick of dynamite in the perpetrator s' backpack-down the busy streets.

God damn, he hated rush hour, especially on Saturdays.

Tearing his jacket off because of the annoying way it flapped in the wind, he took a big whiff in the air. The scent of the man was lost for a moment since it blended together with the thick scent of the crowd and the cold-metal scent of the city's winter. He stopped at a fork in the alley, his muscles rolling in tension, sweat ran down his forehead as his body radiated steam in the chill December air.

His nice brown dress pants ruined from disgusting brown mud, along with his shoes and he felt a twitch of annoyance on top of his right eye as he tried to pin-point of the scent of that man. He took another deep breath and deepens his scowl even more when he searched through the different smells of the alley. His nostrils curl in disgust at the stench but he got a small leak of brunt paper mix with chalk with a sulfurous odor.

Snarling at the smell he took off towards the left. The muscles in his legs became tense and harden as he gained speed. Distantly he heard a crackle of static and reached for his pocket. "Where the fuck is he?" He growled at the phone. Hey, he might have the scent of the man but it would be better if he knew where the hell he's going.

"He's on the corner of 31th street, Kurosaki" The voice hissed at him, and the sound is then drowned in the familiar buzz of static again.

Stuffing the police assigned two-way radio phone in his pocket, a surge of strength rushed through his body. His lupine's speed and strength finally kicked in. Powering his body up as if he's a wolf at the moment, and was about to pounced onto his kill. He rushed corners after corners, his steps vibrated throughout the thin path of the alley as he breathed deeply through his nose. Ichigo kept increasing his pace until he finally appeared in the intense traffic jam of Sunset Plaza, and halted automatically.

The honking of cars, the rushed scent of the people in the busy plaza distracted him severely. Swearing loudly he jumped on top of the nearest car, ignoring the yells and curses of the male driver as he searched the crowd. "Why does it have to be a Saturday?" His mind groaned from the many figures in the swarm of people. But lady luck seemed to be smiling down upon him as he got the sight of the man. Smirking ruthlessly he jumped off the red car, and whipped out his police badge. Shoving through the mass of people he barked out he's a cop and held up his badge to get through easier.

The man dress in a long brown trench coat looked back and forth. As if he's looking for something... "Fuck!" Ichigo realized the man is probable looking for a car of the sort. From the way he's not moving at all even when the sirens of the police cars got louder. Ichigo shouted in his phone to the other cops about the "get-away" car, and truth to be hold, a black car stopped swiftly in front of the man.

"Damn it!" Shoving the last person in his way he dashed towards the car, wanting to get the license plate at least. However as he's about to cross the last street that stood between him and the criminal, a large red bus passed in front of him, and what seemed like hours for Ichigo the bus finally moved . Lunging forward the moment the bus is gone he swears. Guess lady luck is messing with him since the black car is gone. Snarling because of the escape of the crook, he couldn't help but scowl heavily as people passed by him. Most being scared from the raging puff of red anger emerging off his body.

The deep gruff voice of his partner, Yasutora Sado or Chad, rolled up behind him. The tall buff Mexican, stood next to him as he stared at the same spot where the car once was. "He's escaped…" Ichigo grunted in agreement, not trusting his own voice because of his rage of a fail mission, and turned around towards the small cluster of police men and women.

He felt all eyes on his form as one of the female cop, Arisawa Tatsuki-who is a werewolf as well and part of his pack-came up to him. "So?"

Ichigo scowl remained in place as he gave her a stern answer. "Lost him and the five damn sticks of dynamite."

A day later:

"Ichigo, when is your Dad coming back with Kuchiki-san?" Chad, the quiet Chupacabras from Mexico questioned Ichigo as he lifted dumbbells with him.

Ichigo placed the two hundred and fifty pound dumbbells on to the floor and shifted his eyes over his giant friend, "I'm not sure, Chad. But I really do not want to see the prick-ass-of-a-noble again. He's always seemed to have a rod shoved up his ass someway or somehow." Ichigo is not in the mood to put up with Kuchiki's perfect "manners" since he's still fuming over that escape crook from yesterday. Never once since Ichigo join the force he had lost a crook. Ichigo let out a snort as he moved over to the bars with Chad next to him. Bring the bar up to his chest, the veins in his muscles becoming visible with every lift. His eyebrows etched together as he counted in his head.

The thought of meeting Kuchiki Byakuya again added onto his foul mood. The young twenty-four beta of the La Llave Negro del Destino, huffed and growled when he remembered the first time he met him. While Chad used the bars, Ichigo ran his hand through his hair. He knew for a fact that his dad is going to pick up Kuchiki and he is relieved because of that. What he doesn't need is to get into a fight or a glaring contest with the North American's Others' councilor.

Chad's deep voice broke Ichigo from his thoughts. "Did you know Ishida is also coming?" Ichigo stared at Chad before smirking, temporally making him forgot his problem.

"Ha, that pansy of a man is coming back?"

"No…just to visit.

"I haven't seen Ishida for… two years, why is he coming back?"

"He's going to accompany Kuchiki-san for these three months."

"I see…can't wait to show him how strong I got." Ichigo recalled all the disputes that he and Ishida had. Since the day they met in kindergarten. From different competitions like running around the town three times, to shooting plates in the shy with pellet guns. Of course Ishida won in all the marksmanship challenges but Ichigo always won in strength.

Which is obvious when you think about it. Ichigo was indeed a buff guy. Hell, he knows he's huge for a hybrid from a Greek man and small Japanese women. But what do you expect when his father is a werewolf-and the Alpha nonetheless- who is wildly known and is highly respected in the pack.

Ichigo is six feet and one inch, he weighs about two hundred and fifty pounds of mostly pure lupine muscle. He's more than well-tone, he has engraved muscle all over his body, but not so much that he looks like a monster but he is slimmer and basically muscular. He gets a lot of attention from his orange hair but that never really bothers him, since most of those attentions always led to him getting into fights. A good brawl with some jackass always lifted his spirits.

Chad and Ichigo decided to go to their own place after two hours at the gym. Both wanted to unwind before the Others' party. Ichigo just wanted to get rid of the Others' meeting that was going to take place later on today. Ichigo saluted a farewell to Chad as he lit up a cigarette and drove away in his black Mercedes-Benz.

Driving down the same streets he knew for all of his life; Ichigo felt the memories of every kind drifting back to him. Floating through him like a cool gentle breeze in a hot summer day. Images from his childhood, his teen's year, and his current adult life. It was bittersweet to think that just a couple of years prior he was once a stupid eighteen year-old out of high school.

But he's proud with his life, somewhat. He studied under his father to become the next owner of the Kurosaki's private club for the Others'-which also happens to be the biggest club for Others' in the world-and he also recently became a cop after being in the military for five years since he got out of high school. He's also head of the Others' security in Karakura Town, protecting the creatures from any stray crimes against them. A lot of work but hey, to become the best you need to sweat and bleed more than others.

Seeing the familiar apartments that are next to his home, Ichigo sets his car on the small driveway, taking his time to pick his gym bag. As he entered his small town house he heard the screeching sound of the phone. Rushing to the living room his home he answered the phone without looking at the collar I.D. Which he regretted immediately as his father's irritating voice boomed out from the other line. "Ichigo, you worthy piece of shit of a man; where are you?"

"Shut the fuck up, Dad! And I'm at my house since you called my house, Dumbass!" Ichigo rolled his eyes and stabbed his cigarette onto the ash tray as he heard his Dad crying to the big poster of his Mom. "Dad…Dad!"

"Yes my Son?"

"Don't say, 'Yes my son.' tell me why you called me, Goat Chin!"

"Mean words hurt Daddy you know."

"I'm going to hang up."

"Fine… kill-joy. The reason I called is because I need you to come over to the house and let Yuza fix you up for the meeting."

"What? No, I'm a grown man I don't need help from my little sister to get ready, you Old Fart!" Ichigo and his Dad spitted insults after insults until Ichigo decided to give in and head over to their home. "Damn, when does the party start anyway?"

"In three hours, my Boy."

"So at seven?"

"Yes, but I need you here now."

"Why?" Ichigo felt traces of hesitation crawl up from his feet to his neck. He knew from the tone of his Dad's voice that he is planning something.

"Because I need you to look nice…that's all."

"I know you're hiding something, Old Man."

"Why little old me? Of course not my babbling idiot-of-a-Son. Just get over here pronto."

"Yeah whatever, see you in a bit."

"Got it!" Placing the phone back on to the receiver; Ichigo let out a groan of displeasure before rushing into the shower. Talking to his Father seemed to always ware and stress Ichigo out. His Father just sucked all of the energy out of him with his joyful personality.

Sighing, Ichigo enjoyed the feeling of the lukewarm water running down his back, soothing fingers caressing him. Almost as if it was her. A grunt escaped his lips and he smashed his head against the tile hard enough for him to get a nick on his forehead. The thin flowing of the blood ran down his face and onto the tile floor. He stared down at the mix of metallic red blood in the clear water. Watching the misted swirls of red in the water before it vanished down the drain. Wiping the blood off his forehead, he turned off the surging water and he stepped out to the slim layer of vapor and breathes in deeply.

For a year since Ichigo moved back to Karakura Town, he had been having dreams of a… young woman. A beautiful woman. A woman with hair as black as onyx, eyes like brilliant shade of a sapphire surrounded by inky black lashes. He never seen her face clearly like he wanted to, but he knows that her lips are full with cupid arrows tips with a tint of bleeding red to it. He had seen the backside of her lithe body once. The slender generous lines of her backside encased in a form-fitting dress of some clingy black material. The fabric draped over her lush ass, showing him a delicate outline of her heart shaped ass.

Beside her killer ass her slim form was illuminated by the big, white moon behind her. And he had the need to howl at it and her. To howl to the heaven in praise for sending him such a woman. His mate, his soul mate, even if she's a dream girl. Now, he may like Shakespeare and all, but he really never identified something or someone with such a symbolic phrase.

Ichigo memorized every curve his greedy eyes saw. From her firm but soft long legs, to the curve of her tight curvaceous ass and hips. The tender slope of her waist spreading gently outward to form her small upper back. Her hair stopped around her elbows, curtaining the rest of her upper back with its raven black strands, and then curving outward softly.

Her skin was like porcelain, a light cream color that begged to be lick by him. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair. Wanted to walk right up behind her and hug her close to his body. To bury his head in the juncture of her neck and breathe in her scent that he craved to smell. Taste the supple skin under his invading tongue and lips. Grinding his lower part of his body into hers.

Many times in his dream Ichigo had called out to her every time he saw her. Every time he did she would never answer or only say something he couldn't hear. Her lips would move, making out every syllables of whatever she's saying but sound won't come out. When he called out to her she sometimes showed her eyes. The way her eyes open wide with sweet innocence, the unspoken crave of freedom.

Ichigo felt superb every time he dreams of her, seeing her sway lightly where she stands. And when he doesn't see her in his land of madness that he happens to called 'dreams', he felt lost and would never have the energy for anything. Even if he continuously felt like a fool since he can't stop thinking about her.

He doesn't know her from anywhere but he felts that he belongs to her, and she belongs to him. That unknown onyx hair woman, that woman he felt the strong urge to call his mate. To mark her like the animal instinct of a wolf that he is. "Fuck…I'm a wolf at his prime and I should be dating women that are real. Not a woman that my fucked up mind made up." Twelve months, it has been twelve months since Ichigo moved back into town and it been thirteen months since he had a one-night stand or a date. Well that's a lie, he hadn't had a date since high school. That mostly because his friends once forced him onto one in high school, and after that date he beat the living shit out of them, and never went on another date.

But that isn't all, his sexual appetite just….vanish. Poof! It disappeared. It's must because he hasn't been doing the "dirty deed" for a while. It's all because of her, the woman of his dreams. The one he has been dreaming about for thirteen months. Damn it. Also the thought of sleeping with other woman just disgusted him. So here he is, not dating anyone or seeing anyone, his sexual desire for other woman disappeared completely since he's hook on some chick that may not be even real.

Wonderful. But for some reason he didn't care. His gut is telling him that he's going to meet her one day, and never once had his gut been wrong. Through thick and thin, his gut always helped him in the past, and he is depending on it to find him that woman. His woman. Rolling his head to the side, Ichigo checked his clock and let out an oath, "Damn, I need to get going." Running out the door little did he know that that day is tonight.

A meeting of Destiny is about to play.

A/n: I want to thank everyone that actually finished reading the prologue, and I am sorry that it's a bit boring. But isn't all prologues like that? Boring and slow? I forgot to mention that each chapter shall be more than 10 pages long, so yeah for you guys. If you have any questions please ask, and all I ask in return for reading my work are reviews, please. I would love to hear you opinions on this and if you wish for me to continue.

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