Part Time

Summary: Believeing she does not know the value of a dollar, Rukia's father, Byakuya, sets her up with a job as a waitress. But her falling for the college aged bartender was not apart of the plan.

Rating: M (for later chappies)

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, the manga/anime, nor the clorox product.

(A/N): Please enjoy and tell me what you think, with the green button below :)

Prologue

Back then I didn't truly know who I was; it was a time of utter chaos. Who was that girl, she cared about brand names, popularity, boys, and nothing of importance. I had wasted a good part of my life. I was a girl who received every thing I wanted, I was selfish and I was not my true self. This is the story of my life when everything changed when; he walked into my God forsaken life. With him everything changed, struggle after struggle, he was there, and who would have guessed something as peculiar as an orange strawberry can alter your life.

"Hey, Kid what the hell are you doing here?" she heard a slightly hoarse slightly husky voice from behind her.

She twirled around to see a tall tan man who looked to be in his early twenties with the most beautiful amber eyes and most extraordinary orange hair she has ever seen. He wore black pants and a red collared shirt with a visible black undershirt. Rukia just stared at him with absolute infatuation he was the most handsome person she had ever laid her cerulean eyes on. He was tall and toned and she couldn't manage to get her eyes off of him.

"Did you hear me Kid? I asked you what the fuck are you doing here?" He tried again, and when that didn't work he grabbed her shoulders and shook her, "Are you retarded Kid? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" He asked her.

Rukia snapped out of her trance, "Uh, what? Oh, I'm supposed to be the new waitress here." she replied quite baffled.

The orange haired man let go of her and took a step back and analyzed her, it made her blush and if it wasn't for the dim light he would be able to see the pinkness of her cheeks, "The new waitress is suppose to be Rukia Kuchiki, she's sixteen years old and you can't even pass for thirteen." He simply stated, "So get out brat."

Funny that was how faith brought us together. Sometimes the smallest most insignificant circumstances can change your life forever. Things, I would take for granted, but today little words like these would be stuck in my memory as the closest to my heart.

"I want to be completely honest with you Rukia, you are my favorite student. I haven't had a favorite student since; uh ten years back, his name was Kaien." He told her.

Little casual conversations burned in my memory, the memory before things went wrong.

"So that's Ichigo," She heard a feminine voice from behind her, recognizing that it was her mother; she turned around embarrassed and beat red.

"Mother," she chuckled nervously.

She let out a laugh, "You were right he isn't cute, quite a handsome man isn't he Rukia?"

Rukia stormed in the direction of the house, "I don't know what you're talking about Mom."

Hisana followed her daughter, "its okay I won't tell your father." she smiled.

Rukia made it to the kitchen and grabbed a plate of food that seemed to be for her, she placed it in the microwave, "There's really nothing to tell, Mom."

"Really, cause in my perspective it seems like something is up," she smiled. "'What are you doing to me Ichigo Kurosaki,'" Hisana mocked her daughter dramatically.

"Ha, ha, very funny." Rukia spoke bitterly, taking her food from the microwave and setting it on the counter top. She began to rapidly devouring the homemade meal of absolute deliciousness.

"It's okay if you like him, if I was twenty years younger-" Hisana began.

"Yuck, disgusting Mom," Rukia said, "If you excuse me I'm trying to eat my dinner. And in addition, I don't like Ichigo."

The me I was back then is so distant from who I am now.

There little occurrences…

Rukia's purple irises slowly opened and the first thing she saw was orange and it wanted to make her throw up. "Uh, what am I doing here?" she asked noticing she was at the nurse's office with Ms. Unohana and Ichigo.

"You have an eating disorder," Ichigo scoffed. His arms were crossed along his chest and he was leaning against the white walls of the nurse's office.

"Touché," She narrowed her eyes.

That was me before…

"I never thought that you would end up being so spoiled when you were younger you weren't big on material things, but since puberty you've changed for the worst I'm afraid." Byakuya sighed while exiting the room he really didn't want to resort to such a cruel punishment, but things with Rukia was getting out of hand.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" Rukia screamed on his way out.

Byakuya turned around to face his sixteen year old daughter, "Now you're going to throw a tantrum, very mature Rukia"

"Oh, I'm sorry that I display actual emotions and I'm not a robot unlike some people!" Rukia yelled at him.

Take a look and get to know me back then, so you can understand the me I am now.

(A/N): Ha, the prologue was super short, but don't worry the chapters are much longer. I hope you enjoy this Fic. I think I'm going to become a Summer Author because that seems to be my only time I ever have able to update and what not. Anyway I hope I will have eager readers. So why don't you guys give me a review, tell me what you like and what you don't like bout this stuff.

Oh, and Fathom-x thanks for the help earlier with this, I know I didn't get to respond, but I figured out what to do with the story for Rukia. :)

Anyway, thank you oh grateful readers.

ME= spidergoth signing out :).....