White Flowers
By Yumeko Sama

Renji's life takes a strange turn for both the better and the worse.

If it seems like this story is not following the cannon storyline, that's because it isn't! This is a totally AU storyline idea I had while reading of all things Law and Order SVU Fics. This AU story ignores the rest of the series after the Soul Society arc however acknowledges some character development. Also there will be some rather explicit chapters through the story and in fact should not be read by anyone under

I don't own Bleach, just Shiori Mizuhana.

Chapter 1: Where do Broken Hearts Go?

"I kinda knew she felt that way for him but I did not want to believe it," Renji thought to himself as he stared up at the ceiling of the spare room in Urahara's shop.

"Sorry to hear about Rukia choosing Ichigo over you, but moping won't help your mood" Yourichi commented from the half open shoji. "By the way if Kisuke catches you moping you know he's going to make you clean the whole store...by yourself."

With a groan, Renji sat up and cast a deadpan look to the ex shinigami currently in cat form. "If that's the case, then I think I'll go for a walk."

Yourichi shrugged in a cat-like manner and casually strolled towards the open window. "Suit yourself, but don't stay out too late, Kisuke has been locking the doors at night since he caught that weirdo trying to break in last month."

"Whatever," Renji mumbled as he left the small room above the store and headed out into the cool spring evening. A scowl crossed his face as his eyes fell upon the numerous couples walking hand in hand or in some cases arm in arm as he walked through the small city.

Unconsciously he found himself back at the park standing in the exact place where he earlier witnessed a heart breaking scene.


Earlier that day:

Triumphant the three shinigami stood after having successfully defeating a small group of Hollows Renji cradled his wounded left arm scowling at orange haired youth who currently was flashing a "shit eating" grin.

"That was too easy" Kurosaki Ichigo sighed. "Though I am glad it didn't take too long"

"I'll agree with that." Renji shook his head at Ichigo's nonchalant attitude and sighed. "Hey, I'm going to head back to Urahara's place and get this cleaned up," he gestured to the gash on his left forearm.

"Okay, take it easy," Rukia smiled and waived at her childhood friend.

As the crimson haired shinigami walked away he failed to notice that his cell phone had fallen from the folds of his robes. He patted the usual pockets he kept the phone in and grumbled when he could not find it. "Must have dropped it back at the park," he sighed annoyed and headed back. Mindful of his injured arm, Renji searched the park retracing his steps.

"Found You!" he triumphantly exclaimed recovering the small device concealed within a bush. As he stood up he caught sight of the most heart breaking scene before him. Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia locked within a passionate embrace. An embrace only shared by intimate lovers.

"I'm seeing things." he murmured to himself as he silently backpedaled away from the scene before him. "Rukia doesn't love him, she loves me, right?"


After several hours of aimless walking, Renji found himself reclining on the grassy river bank gazing up at the cloudy night sky, his mind still lingering on Rukia and Ichigo. He glanced at the gash in his arm he barely managed to bandage at Urahara's place then back up at the sky.

"Things couldn't get any worse," he mumbled softly to himself as the injured limb fell back to his side. Before he could release another sigh of annoyance, a fat drop of rain landed square in the middle of his forehead.

"Of course," he groused as the sky opened up and the rain poured down in buckets

"You'll catch your death if you stay out in this weather" a feminine voice called from the top of the embankment.

Renji sat up and looked behind him for the source of the voice to find a rather short but slim woman with warm mocha brown skin dressed in a kimono. "I'll be fine." he grumbled turning his back to the woman.

The brown skinned woman sighed and carefully walked down the slippery embankment and sat down next to Renji holding her umbrella over his already soaked form. "Shinigami or not, you can still catch pneumonia in this weather."

Shock took over his body as he turned and looked directly at the woman next to him. "How do you know that I am a shinigami." he demanded.

The woman smiled and winked a lavender eye at Renji. "It takes one to know one," she replied. Gracefully she stood still holding the umbrella in a position to keep herself and Renji relatively dry. As she took a step up the slippery embankment, the brown skinned woman slipped and landed face first on the wet grass and loosing her grip on the umbrella handle.

Quickly, Renji reached out and caught her umbrella before the wind could blow it away and fought hard not to laugh at the sour expression on her face. "Are you okay...uh..."

"Shiori. Mizuhana Shiori and yes I'm fine." She slowly pushed herself to her feet again carefully taking a step. "I don't know about you, but I could use a nice warm cup of ginger tea." She took a few steps up the embankment then looked over her shoulder. "You coming or not?"

Curosity and the promise of warm tea, and hopefully a warm meal, urged the crimson haired shinigami to join Shiori back up on the main street as she made her way home.

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