Yaay, the 2nd fanfic I'm posting on here, and the 2nd in my whole life! Well, hopefully it'll turn out well… enjoy! This is based on a dream I had... minus the Bleach characters. Simply weird, and I wanted to get the story idea out of my head.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or its characters, blah blah blah…

Anyway, here it is.

"And now, our star of the night… ABARAI RENJI!!!!"

Roars of approval greeted a tall, red-haired male as he walked onto the lit stage, microphone and guitar in hand. Only a few steps forward revealed his cocky strut.

Raising the mic to his lips, Renji smirked. "Good evening."

This greeting, so unexpectedly calm and formal, caused the girls in the crowd to scream in delight.

"Let's begin."

Feminine squeals were drowned out by a loud chord as the song started.

"And then he started singing! You should have heard the screaming!" Tatsuki had been dubbed a tomboy, but add Renji into the picture and she was a giddy mess. "While he was singing, he WINKED! Oh, my God, it was so beautiful-" She launched into a long description of the tattoo over his eye.

While Tatsuki rambled on, Rukia was inwardly pleading for mercy. She wasn't sure if she could handle any more talk of the concert, having been forced to listen to her friend's babbling for about twenty minutes. And secondly, the excited voice squealing over the phone wasn't the only Renji fan in the conversation. Rukia had been forced to miss seeing him LIVE due to work.

"Um, Tatsuki-chan, Rukia-chan, do you want to eat together tonight?" Sweet Orihime, desperate as she was for a change of subject, was still tactful enough not to let it show. "My uncle insisted on paying, but he won't be coming. Schiffer-kun is, though. Do you want to bring along Uryuu-kun, Rukia-chan?"

"He's at some sewing convention. Sado-kun went along." Rukia, rummaging around in her messenger bag for her math homework, noticed a violet box in the back pocket that she hadn't seen before. Carefully untying the gold ribbon and peeking inside, she gasped. A necklace was nestled in the dark blue fabric, three multicolored snowflakes on the chain sparkling. Seeing a piece of paper, she unfolded it to find a note.

Rukia,

I love you. I'm sorry I can't see you tonight.

Your Uryuu.

Simple as it was, the note's words left her with a warm sensation. It still seemed too good to be true, even after three months of dating, that he liked her. No, loved her. She smiled happily to herself, imagining the short blue hair (it had been a shock to see his new haircut the first time) and the serious face (so much easier to see now that he disposed of his glasses).

"Rukia-chan? Is seven o' clock okay? Tatsuki will pick us up." Orihime's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Seven's fine."

"Tatsuki-chan?"

"Sure."

"Okay, I'll tell my- oh, sorry, my cell phone… hello? Oh, Schiffer-kun! No, they're at a sewing convention… Are you sure?... Okay. Thank you… Me too. Please call me tomorrow." The sound of a phone snapping shut. "Schiffer-kun isn't coming after all. But it's okay. I will see you later. Bye."

"Bye."

Three phones were replaced on their cradles.

Well, that is all for now. It's probably going to be a four chapter, five chapter fanfic. Thanks for reading. And REVIEW, please!

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