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Keep Holding On

Tragedy yet again has separated them. Unlike last time, things have definitely changed. Their lives have been switched. One now works fulltime in the afterlife, while the other is living a relatively normal life. Their paths intertwine and perhaps they'll find each other's hearts once again, but will they hold onto it this time?


A/N: Here I am again. I'm sorry it took me some time to get this up, but things came up. Things that well, let's just say my friends and I got a little reckless. So I'm sorry. But here it is. Remember it's a starting chapter, so nothing too big will happen. Just some introductory information and such. So, this chap was named after the song, "Heels Over Head," by Boys Like Girls. So, like always, enjoy.

Disclaimer: Never will own it. Sadly.


Chapter 1: Heels Over Head

She was walking along the sidewalk with her thin, knee length lavender skirt swimming in the breeze. The slight breeze that barely had enough power to cause flowers to dance in open fields was still very appreciated in the harsh summer weather. The sun was scorching at this time of the year and there is only so much someone can possibly do, other than wear a white spaghetti strap tank top, in order to stay cool.

She was on her way back to work after delivering a bouquet of flowers to an older woman that just can't seem to get her old legs to work the way they used to. She was always a sucker for the helpless.

She was never one to crave attention, but ever since she came to this town five years ago, now almost six, everyone seemed to stop whatever they were doing to look up at her and deliver a smile. She took note that it was usually the men, but still she wasn't a fan of having all eyes on her. She didn't even like it when people tried to thank her by doing something in return. The way she thought was when you're lending a hand to someone, you shouldn't be doing it for the reward. Although, it really did separate the respectable ones from the disgraceful ones.

"Ah! Miss Kuchiki! How are you on this fine day?" a man stacking boxes out of a truck said, wiping his sweaty forehead with his arm.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say it's a 'fine' day. It's hot as hell," she said looking up at the cloudless sky. "But how's work going, Ishida? Haven't seen you in a few days. Been busy?"

He let out a deep breath. "Yeah. Two of my fulltime employees haven't been able to make it to work lately. One went on vacation and the other one has been in the hospital. I've had to stay at the store over night for the past few nights just to stay on track."

She frowned. "That's terrible, but you never cease to amaze me," she said ending with a smile.

He pushed his glasses up on his nose. "Well I guess I should be happy that people in this town love their electronics. People can't go a day without a CD or a movie or whatever the hell keeps them happy."

"Sadly, that's true," she woman said, looking down to the ground as her mind thought about what he said.

"But that's why Orihime hasn't been coming into the café lately. Since I haven't been able to get home and watch Ryo, she's had to stay home and watch him," he said with exhaustion evident in his voice.

"Oh, I've been wondering where my assistant manager has been. I started to worry. I understand though. Five year olds need watching twenty four hours straight. But you know if she needs a break she could just bring him over and I'm sure Nozomi could keep him busy," she said trying to help out, as always.

Ishida smirked, "I'm sure she could. I think my son is in love with your daughter, Rukia."

She laughed, "Well, he's got a lot of planning to do if he plans on winning her over. Us Kuchiki woman don't fall so easily."

"Yeah, I know. It's been almost six years and Ren still hasn't won you over," Ishida said placing a box from the truck on top of the one on the ground.

She playfully punched his shoulder. "You know it's not like that. He's just a good friend that's been there for me ever since I was a baby carrying whale."

"Well, then he's been wasting his time trying to get you to fall in love with him since you obviously are as blind as a bat."

She glared at him for a minute and then her lips formed into a soft smile as she placed her hand on his shoulder. "Don't overwork yourself, Uryuu. And please tell Orihime about what I said."

He smiled and nodded. "I'll go call her once I bring these boxes inside. I'll come by the café soon for a meal."

She smiled back at him and began to walk off to her destination. This day felt different. Everything she did up until this point was nothing out of the ordinary, but she just felt like something was different. Well, she took that back. Things haven't been going so great today. She woke up late and was almost late to deliver the flowers. Plus, adding the fact that she was almost run over by a mini van and received no sort of apology whatsoever, but had just kept on driving away, made her day just a little bit worse. Oh, and let's not forget the fact that her hair was not working with her today so she just threw it up into a ponytail. Yeah, she wasn't particularly in a good mood.

She stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes. She let the light breeze slide across her face and breathed in as much air as her lungs could hold. She smiled with her eyes closed as she exhaled the air through her nose.

She opened her eyes and saw her café across the street. "You're insane, Rukia. Everything is exactly as it's always been. Just a rough start today. Everybody has their bad days," she said to herself, walking the small distance to work.

"This is god damn ridiculous! This is the vaguest instructions I've ever gotten! How in the hell do they expect me to do this if their directions are to look around for anything suspicious and go after it!?" he yelled holding the letter his captain gave him. He was standing in front of a rather large fountain in the middle of a large open area, which seemed to be a park.

He held a backpack over his left shoulder with his left arm as his eyes danced across the letter that he just couldn't believe was written by professionals.

He began to make his way out of the area and exited through a gate with the letter's contents still floating around in his head.

Ichigo Kurosaki,

The town you have been sent to seems to have unregistered spiritual pressure. It's especially unique. It's your mission to investigate what the possible cause is to this finding. If it proves to be a threat, exterminate it. If it does not, contact us for further instructions. That is all.

Good Luck.

"Fucking bullshit, is what that is," he mumbled to himself as he began to walk along a sidewalk. He didn't have a clue where he was walking to, but he knew there was no point in stopping if he didn't know where he was.

He looked at his surroundings. He was told he died almost six years ago, so he figured he would know a lot more about the human world than he thought considering it wasn't too long ago that he himself was in it. He looked at the cars passing by, 'I can't believe I forgot everything about this place. But it all seems to be flooding back into my head now.'

He looked into the buildings that he passed. 'Clothes. I might need to get some more of them soon. I might be here for awhile. I don't even sense one bit of spiritual energy,' he thought continuing to walk down the sidewalk, until he stopped.

He continued to stare into the window of the store. His eyes grew wide and his mouth turned into a grin. He walked into the store. He could remember most of the things he saw inside. There were stereos in one corner, with huge racks of CDs next to it, which stretched out along an entire wall. There were televisions of all kinds on the other side of the store with DVDs lined along shelves.

His eyes moved across the various objects in the store. They set their gaze on keyboards and then finally on something he definitely recognized. He walked over to it slowly and dropped his backpack to his feet.

His hands reached out and held the neck. One hand moved along the face of the Epiphany SG that was bright red. He looked around in the store and saw two girls over near the CDs and two men talking in the back at the counter. A man with glasses left the counter and seemed to have gone in a back room. He then looked back down at the electric guitar he held in his hands and threw the strap over his shoulders, while flipping the switch on the amp.

His fingers touched the steel strings and smiled widely as he realized how much he missed such an inanimate object. He couldn't hesitate anymore, so he played.

I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby
Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes
You were worth the hundred thousand miles
But you couldn't stay awhile
I got your little brown shirt in my bottom drawer baby
And your little white socks in the top drawer
You were always leaving your shit around
And gone without a sound

Yeah I'm the first to fall and the last to know
And where'd you go?

He stopped his strumming and then continued right into the chorus.

Now I'm heels over head,
I'm hangin' upside down
Thinking how you left me for dead
California bound

He closed his eyes. A smile made its way across his face. At that moment, he was actually happy to be a dog for Soul Society. If he wasn't, he wouldn't be reacquainted with his past love; music.

I got a first class ticket to a night all alone
And a front row seat up right by the phone
Cause you're always on my mind
And I'm running out of time
I've got your hair on my pillow and your smell in my sheets
And it makes me think about you with the sand in your feet
Is it all you thought it'd be?
You mean everything to me

But I'm the first to fall and the last to know
And where'd you go?

He actually forgot where he was at the moment, but that didn't matter. He was enjoying himself way too much.

Now I'm heels over head,
I'm hangin' upside down
Thinking how you left me for dead
California bound
And when you hit the coast
I hope you think of me
And how I'm stuck here with the ghost of what we used to be

He didn't notice, but the man at the counter made his way slowly towards him, while the two girls were now starring at him with great interest.

You're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes
Yeah you're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes
You're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes
Yeah you're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes

You're a chance taker, heartbreaker
Got me wrapped around your finger
Chance taker, heartbreaker
Got me wrapped around your finger

He was approaching the end of the song so he put more emotion in. He couldn't help, but smile. It was odd. He barely ever smiled. For the past five years everyone knew him to always where a scowl on his face.

I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby
Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes
If I drive a hundred thousand miles
Would you let me stay a while?

He let silence fill the air for a second or two before blasting out the chorus.

Now I'm heels over head,
I'm hangin' upside-down
Thinking how you left me for dead
California bound
And when you hit the coast
Maybe you'll finally see
And then you'll turn it all around and you'll come back to me

He let the strings vibrate against his hovering fingers. He grinned more than ever, but then his face fell back into a simple satisfied look.

He opened his eyes and was surprised to see the two girls walk up to him. His eyes went wide in shock.

"You were fantastic," one of the girls said seductively as she began to walk closer to him. He pulled the guitar over his head and rested it back on its stand.

"Um, thanks," he said uncomfortably.

"I've always been a sucker for musicians, but what girl isn't right?" she said smirking as she placed her hand on his shoulder.

He raised an eyebrow as he looked at her hand, which he obviously didn't want there. He bent down to pick up his backpack, which successively removed her hand from his shoulder. "Well, some girls don't like music," he said, avoiding the point of her comment.

She smiled even more and walked even closer. It was so close that he could feel her breathing against his skin, so he leaned back slightly trying to get some space. "Well, this girl does," she said even more flirtatiously.

She moved her hand and pulled something out of her back pocket. "Here," she said, moving her arm around his body and placing a piece of paper into his back pocket.

He jumped slightly. 'Damn, this woman doesn't give up!' he thought, as his face put on a smile, but showed how uncomfortable he was.

"Call me sometime," she said finally with a wink. He just stared back at her with his fake smile as the woman and her friend walked out of the door. His entire body relaxed as he let out a huge breath.

"You're amazing, man!" a voice said behind him. He turned and saw the man approaching fast.

"Uh, thanks," he said rubbing the back of his neck.

"I realized something just now," the man started, "that woman was right."

The shinigami raised his eyebrow. 'What in the hell could that woman possibly be right about?'

"Girls are into musicians," the man with short black hair said smiling. He seemed to be around twenty years old.

"Uh, okay?" the shinigami said, turning around towards the door.

"Wait!" the man yelled, grabbing his arm before he reached the door.

He turned and looked back at the man as if he was crazy. "Please, I want you to teach me. I'll do anything!" the young man said before the shinigami could ask what in the hell he was doing.

The shinigami was shocked. 'Did he really just ask me that?' he thought. "Sorry, buddy. I'm no teacher. I have things to do. I don't have time to help you," he said beginning to turn again, before his arm was grabbed.

"Please! I'm-" the man began again, but stopped as his face turned into a frown and he looked toward the floor. "I'm desperate. I'm in love with a girl, but I just… I just suck. There is nothing about me that will make her like me back in the same way. I figure if I can play as good as you, I can win her over. Damn, I would give anything to have her look at me the way that woman just looked at you."

The shinigami let out a deep breath. 'Why do I always feel bad for the damn helpless? Ah, fuck!' he thought in his mind. "I-" he began, but was cut off.

"How about you think it over through lunch? I can get you a free meal at the place that I work," the man said hopefully.

Well, he had already decided to help him out, but what was wrong with getting a meal out of it? So he just closed his eyes and nodded once.

"I'm Kin Yoshida," the man said standing up straight with his hand held out. Hearing this, the shinigami opened his eyes and looking into Kin's blue eyes.

"Ichigo Kurosaki," he said grabbing his hand and shaking it.

"Come on, Ichigo. Let's go now. My shift starts soon anyway," Kin said leading him out of the door.

"Kin, I got that CD you ordered. Do you want it now, or you want to come back later?" Ishida said from behind the counter.

"I don't have any money on me now. I'll come back later. I just came by to look around. I've got nothing else to do," he replied.

"Why don't you go and try to win Shina's heart then?" Ishida said smirking wildly.

Kin groaned, "I wish," he said burying his face into his hands that were propped up by his elbows on the counter.

"Well, believe it or not, other people have work to do. So I'll see you later," Ishida said retreating into the back.

He was exhausted. He began to take boxes off a shelf in the back, but found himself leaning against the wall. He needed sleep. He hadn't slept for two days. He hadn't seen his family for two days; only talked to them on the phone. Guilt filled his chest now.

His thoughts continued to run wild as music filled his ears. He smiled as he leaned the back of his head against the wall now. He still loved music. Although it pained him to hear it because it only reminded him of his late-best friend, he couldn't help but smile at what his friend use to be. It was as if he heard his very friend playing right now.

"I must be going mad," he said chuckling to himself.

He stood straight up and went to pull another box off the shelf, only to realize he was still hearing the music, until it suddenly stopped. He placed the box on top of the one on the ground and began to exit the back.

He entered the main store and saw Kin exit the store with a man. They had already went through the door and the objects for sale that were displayed in the window were blocking his view.

He chuckled, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "You're losing it, Uryuu," he said going into the back again.

They walked into a relatively busy café. It looked quite cozy actually, but it was still pretty big.

"Hey, Ichigo. I've got to go get my apron and stuff. You can wait for me at the counter," Kin said walking away.

Ichigo started to walk in still looking around, when his eye caught something he wish he hadn't. It was that damn woman from the store earlier. His eye twitched from the sight of her.

He began to walk very stealthy, or so he believed, trying to avoid her gaze. He kept his eye on her to make sure she wasn't planning on looking his way, but found that he ran straight into something; something that seemed to be moving pretty damn fast and wasn't expecting someone to be in the way.

Ichigo's eyes moved directly in front of him and his mouth dropped. 'Shit!' his mind yelled.

"Shit!" the woman yelled, quickly bending down to the floor.

"I- I'm- I'm so sorry," he said looking at the tray on the floor, which had pieces of broken dishes and food spread across the floor.

He bent down to try and help the woman and began to pick up broken dishes.

"Don't. It's fine," the woman said harshly, sitting down completely now and leaning on a table behind her. Her head kept looking at the floor, but her eyes were closed.

He tried to see her face, but she was looking down and pieces of her raven hair that couldn't be held back in her ponytail were blocking his view. "Listen. This was all my fault, I wasn't paying attention. Please, let me make it up to you," he said hating the fact that this woman seemed very pissed off.

"No, no. I said its fine. I'm just having an off day," she said, sitting straight up now so that she was looking into his saddened amber eyes. Her chest seemed to expand as she lost her breath looking into them.

He looked back into her now seeable eyes. They were so unique; he couldn't take his own eyes off them. They were violet and made him feel so calm that he could fall asleep in them. 'Great. Piss off a woman as beautiful as her. Nice job there, Ichigo,' he thought.

He didn't really know why, but he began to let go of a dish he was holding with both hands and held it out to her, "Ichigo Kurosaki," he said until he felt pain on his palm. "Ow!"

His yelp knocked her out of her hypnotism and made her look down, only to see he had apparently cut his palm on the broken dish he was holding with his other hand. "You're bleeding," she said softly.

"Oh, is that what that red stuff is?" he said sarcastically.

She glared at him and grabbed the wrist of his bleeding hand. She stood up and yanked him along behind her.

"Shina! Can you retake table eight's order?" the raven haired woman asked, pulling Ichigo behind her still.

The young woman with elbow length brown hair nodded and walked over to the said table.

"What are you doing?" he asked confused as they stopped at the back counter.

She didn't answer, but instead began to look around behind the counter for something. She huffed, "I'll be right back," she said walking up a set of stairs that were ten feet away.

Ichigo was confused. He looked back at his hand and went to reach out to it when he was stopped.

"Don't touch it!" she yelled coming down the stairs with something in her hands.

His head snapped up at her and watched her place a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a bandage on the counter. "Give me your hand," she demanded.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

She rolled her eyes, "Come on now, it's a busy today and it's only going to get busier. Give me your hand," she said holding her hand out for his.

He hesitated, but then placed his hand gently on hers. She began to pour the rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab and then rubbed it on his cut.

He hissed and pulled back his hand. "Oh come on," she said smirking, pulling his hand back into hers. She continued to rub it in as she heard him hiss still. "You look stronger than you really are," she said smirking without taking her eyes off his hand that she continued to clean.

He squinted at her, "How about you go and cut your god damn hand on a dish and let me rub that shit on your hand! Then we'll see who's strong," he said raising his voice.

She chuckled, "Uh-huh. I'll take a rain check. I must have hit a nerve though..." She picked up the bandage and began to wrap it around his hand. The cut wasn't near his fingers or too low on his hand, so she wrapped it around his whole hand in the space between his thumb and index finger.

He huffed from her remark. "You didn't have to do this, you know."

"You cut you're hand on my dish," she replied back, finishing wrapping his hand up.

"But I wouldn't have done that if I didn't crash into you," he said with a hint of remorse in his voice.

She finished and looked up at him. "I said it was fine," she said softly with a slight smile on her face.

He was speechless. Her eyes showed so much kindness and her smile made his heart beat faster. 'What the hell is this woman doing to me,' he thought to himself. All he could do was smile back and nod.

"Ichigo, I can seat you now," Kin said coming over to them and seeing Ichigo's hand was still in her's. "Did I- interrupt something?" Kin added hesitantly.

They looked down to see what he was staring at and then both jerked their hands back.

"Okay, so it looks like Kin can help you out if you need anything," she said slightly smiling up at him. She began to walk away.

"Wait!" Ichigo yelled louder than he thought it would come out. She turned around and looked at him.

"You- uh," he began rubbing the back of his neck, "You never told me your name."

She smirked and began walking backwards, "Rukia Kuchiki. I'll see ya around, Ichigo Kurosaki," she said turning around and walking away.

He watched her retreating and smirked.

"Ichigo!" Kin called a short distance away. "Here's your table."

He walked over and sat down. His eyes were still on the waitress that he was glad he knocked into.

"Kin, what can you tell me about her?" Ichigo said nodding his head in the direction of her with a smirk on his face that he couldn't hide.

"Rukia? Well, she's my boss. She owns this place. She gave me a job when no one would hire me. They said I was too clumsy or some other damn excuse. I came to her when she just came here about six years ago and practically begged her for a job. She hired me on the spot. Actually she told me to start working at that very instant now that I think about it," he chuckled. "She's the most caring person I know, but she's also the most stubborn, and she doesn't take shit from anyone. She's like an older sister to me actually. Even Shina over there feels the same way," he said pointing over to another waitress.

"So do all the other people that work here. The cooks and such," he said nodding over to a back door, which Ichigo assumed was the kitchen.

"We're here all the time either working or just hanging out. Plus, Rukia lives upstairs so she's usually here. So if I was gonna get lessons from you they'd be here. So what do you say about that? Will you teach me?" he ended with a hopeful voice.

Ichigo looked back at Rukia with a smile and took a slight pause before replying, "Definitely."


That's chapter one; the start of something (hopefully) good. So we met some new people, or some old people and we got a feel for their new lives. But we haven't even seen Nozomi yet! So just wait for chapter two! How is everything going to fit together? Well you're just going to have to keep reading to find out. Okay, if you review, you know I'll love you because your reviews kept me from stopping my last story. Anyway, I'm willing for suggestions for songs for each chapter. I could probably come up with one for each chap, but I figured some of you might like the idea of contributing into this story. Ok, here's the specifics. If you want to give a song, it has to have meaning into the story. Like it actually goes, like all the other songs I've done that described in some way the plot of the story or the emotions of the characters, etc. If you follow that, then I'll use it if it works! But, if you don't have any idea, just review and you're good. So until next time… Later