Pairing: Byakuya + Hanataro, some Renji + Rukia, and possible other pairings
Warnings: This, is, YAOIIIIII! …Ya that mean boy X boy. That means man love. There you have been warned, so if you don't like I have the solution. Don't read. If you are offended by homosexual relationships, please do not read this. Flames will be disregarded. This story will be M in future chapters. Right now it's probably T?

Disclaimer: This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.

Setup for this fic:
- AU. Takes place in high school.
- Byakuya is a third year captain of the soccer team and is still a noble while Hanataro is a first year that is at the school on a scholarship.
- Rukia is going to be Byakuya's real sister AKA not adopted… at least for now, that might change, but probably not.
- Ages of characters: Byakuya 17, Hanataro 15, Renji and Rukia 16

Chapter 1 (YAY!): Without a key

Time was short, but that didn't matter. The woman was bleeding profusely, but since Dr. Hanataro Yamada was operating, so no one was worried for her, she would live.

She was a beautiful person that everyone in the room adored, and they trusted no one else but the slight healer to get her through this.

She had been hit by a car… no, wait, it was a bus. And when the paramedics had wheeled her in, covered from head to toe in blood everyone had panicked, but not Dr. Yamada, he always kept his cool.

Dr. Yamada operated with the speed and precision that only a handful of others doctors in the world could manage.

When he snapped orders, the nurses jumped to obey him. They passed him clamps and scalpels, they cleaned the sweat off of his forehead, and all the while looked on with awe. They were positive that he would save her, he would save their Chief of Medicine and everything would be ok again.

The doctor worked for hours. When others would have given up he only fought harder, when others would have felt weary the young doctor only felt more determined.

He did not show any signs of exhaustion until the last suture was in place. He had done all he could, the rest was up to her, but at least now she had a fighting chance.

One of the nurses pulled up a chair for him to sit on and he fell into it gratefully while heaving a sigh of relief. He was asked if he wanted to go home to his family to rest, but he quickly replied that he would prefer to stay with his Chief of Medicine.

Things seemed to blur around the edges at the unexpected topic of his family came up, he seemed to never be able to keep that topic away for very long. The sad subject was quickly forgotten though, when the entire hospital staff came to congratulate him on his excellent work.

He was in the middle of receiving praise from Dr. Kotetsu when he heard a noise. His gaze fell to the operating table and he looked straight into the eyes of the Chief of Medicine Dr. Retsu Unohana.

"Hanataro?" She called, her voice was quiet but oddly steady considering she was so near death.

"Yes Chief it's me, don't worry your safe." He said as he walked over and grabbed the injured women's hand.

"Hanataro?" She called, slightly stronger than the last time as her eyebrows came down and her lips tinned into a frustrated expression.

"Doctor you must be slightly disoriented, you were just hit by a bus." He explained.

"Actually doctor it was a train"

"Yes, thank you very much Kotetsu. You were hit by a train, but you're stabilized and it looks like you'll…"

"HANATARO!"

Hanataro gave a small yelp and jumped up from his chair, knocking it over in the process and banging his knee on the desk.

Most members Medical and Services Support club, AKA the MSS club, laughed, while other just gave the young boy a scathing glare. Hanataro wasn't sure which of the two groups were worse as he felt his cheeks turn hot from embarrassment.

Without even looking at his Captain he gave her a low bow, bending almost in half at the waist and only barely missing hitting his head on the desk, which of course just brought more chuckles through the classroom.

"Please forgive me Unohana-senpai."

"That was a very large smile you had on Hanataro. I had no idea that you liked being the medic for the soccer team that much." Unohana's voice was soft, but it had enough of a scolding edge to let the younger boy know she was slightly disappointed in him.

"No!" Hanataro yelled quickly glancing up at the club captain who rose a brow at his response. "I mean yes… I mean… I'm… I am fine with any club you assign me to s-senpai."

"So does that mean he can take the football club assignment from me?" One of the senior club members called from the back. "Captain Zaraki seems to really miss you." Hanataro could feel a great deal of color leave his face at the thought of working with the crazed captain, he'd barely made it out alive last time.

The club members began laughing again at Hanataro's reaction, but a look from Unohana silencing them. "Hanataro, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but please pay attention while I am speaking. I was just saying that you have been assigned to the soccer club for this week. I'm sure you will do a great job of looking after Captain Kuchiki and his team."

"I'll do my best." Hanataro said with a shaky smile and was about to bow again when he realized he had never straightened up from the first one, so he just lowered his head before righting his chair and sitting back down.

He was truly glad that he would be working for the soccer club, he didn't like anyone on the team in particular (actually they treated him just the same as almost any other team, indifference with a touch of malice peppered with a bit of taunting when they remembered he was there), but lately Captain Kuchiki's sister Rukia would come and watch the practice. She would talk with Hanataro occasionally, and though he'd often only be able to stutter responses to her questions, he enjoyed talking with her immensely.

No one at school had ever made the effort to have a friendly conversation with him before. With the exception of Unohana, but those were more senpai to kohai talks then anything. With Rukia he felt he actually had a friend at school. Hanataro smiled at the thought.

"Oh, yes and one more thing Hanataro."

"Yes senpai?"

"Please try to refrain from daydreaming while you are out there representing us."

Hanataro's good mood dimmed slightly at that, he knew the words weren't meant to be cruel, but he still could see the others smirking behind their hands. The young boy immediately pushed his bad mood away though and tried to think of seeing Rukia soon. Finally his day looked like it was going to improve.

So with finally having something to look forward to he focused all of his attention on the vice captain as she read off last week's complaint list, and it seemed, for once, his name was not mentioned.

'Well Hanataro,' He thought to himself, 'it looks like things are finally looking up today, and it can only get better.'

"This can't be happening." Hanataro said in an exasperated voice to no one in particular. He took a particularly sharp turn practically skidding from the momentum shift, and then continued to run through the school grounds, ignoring or just not hearing a few upperclassmen who told him to slow down.

He glanced at his watch and let out a groan. "Oh, I'm so late, practice is almost over. I just hope no one got hurt, cause if they did Unohana-senpai might kick me out of the club, then what will I do, I need this club or I'll lose my scholarship. Oooohhh, why didn't anyone wake me up?" At this point he could feel tears threatening, but he stubbornly held them back.

'No, I have to be strong. I will not cry.'

Turning a final corner he could finally see the soccer field. Hanataro stopped short and did a quick scan of the situation. Everyone was still practicing, no one was on the side lines, no one was limping, the soccer field hadn't spontaneously combusted. It looks like he got lucky and he hadn't been needed.

Hanataro did another quick scan of the field before his gaze fell on Rukia sitting on the bleachers. He took deep calming breaths then jogged over to her.

Right before he got to her though, he stopped. Hanataro took the opportunity to admire the second year girl, something he didn't really get to do when he was talking to her since he was usually too shy to look at her.

Even in the plain white and black girls uniform she was still so pretty. Her black hair rested just above her shoulders, she had beautiful almost porcelain skin, a kind heart shaped face, and when Hanataro got the courage he loved to look into her fierce violet eyes. There was always a fire in them, a fighting spirit that he had never experienced, but wanted so badly sometimes.

Yes, she could have a temper, but beneath it all she was actually kind. Not only did she treat him like any other person even though he was a first year and she was a second, not to mention pretty much nobility, but she was always kind to him and could actually see Hanataro the kind hearted boy, not just Hanataro the wimp.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when Rukia unexpectedly turned towards him, apparently sensing that someone was watching her.

"Oh, Hanataro hey! I heard that you were the soccer team medic this week, but it's so late I thought you wouldn't show."

Hanataro dropped his eyes to the grass, embarrassed to have been caught staring. He might have a crush on the girl but he didn't want anyone to know. "We-Well actually, I kinda fell asleep in the library." Hanataro explained pushing a suddenly fascinating rock with the toe of his shoe.

"Unohana's not working you too hard I hope?"

"Oh no, never." Looking up he gave Rukia a smile. "The library was just so warm, and I had to work at Kukaku's till almost midnight yesterday after I knocked over a pickle stand, there was broken glass and juice everywhere." Hanataro finished with an exasperated sigh.

Rukia let out a shout of laughter and patted the spot next to her on the bench inviting him to sit down, an invitation that Hanataro hurriedly accepted. "How you manage to be so clumsy all the time is beyond me. It's actually getting to be quite impressive."

"I wish I had other impressive qualities, I pretty sure 'the breaker of all things glass and fragile' will not look very appealing on a resume."

"Hey, don't talk like that Hanataro." Rukia said giving his shoulder a small push. "You are one of the best medical students at this school and you know it. Heck, you're only a first year and the MSS club is already sending you to work sports teams by yourself, only three other upperclassmen can claim they did that in their first year, and two of them are the Captain and Vice Captain."

Hanataro had to grip onto the bleacher in order to stop himself from jumping at Rukia and giving her a crushing hug. Instead he settled on one of his brightest smiles. "Thanks Rukia, you always know how to make me feel better. And you're right! I have to stop feeling sorry for myself. Can't be sad when you're a doctor, brings the patients down."

"That's the spirit Hanataro; don't let the little things get to you."

"You're right, things can always be worse! I use to make it a point every day to think about what I've been grateful for, I'm going to start doing that again. Like for one thing…" Hanataro gaze focused on his hand twisting in his lap as he tried to gain the courage to tell Rukia what he really wanted to say. "I'm…I'm really g-glad I meet you Rukia."

Hanataro didn't know what he expected her to say to that, but his hands stilled in his lap, one gripping the other tight enough to cut off circulation to a near trickle. Would she laugh at him? Never talk to him again? Had her being here been a dare that she had got from her friends to stay after school and talk to him and now would she go off and tell everyone how gullible he was? The last one had happened before, and though he never let himself cry over it, the experience had stayed with him.

So even though he should have expected it, Hanataro was still stunned when Rukia put an arm over his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. "I am thankful for that too Hanataro."

Shocked Hanataro looked up into Rukia's now soft violet eyes. She smile then dropped her arm turning to look at the field as the players ran sprints. "I really appreciate you listening while I go on and on about nothing," she continued, "isn't that what a true friend is, a person who can listen even when the other has nothing to say." A twinkle had entered her eyes when she turned to look at him again and Hanataro felt his heart give an almost painful squeeze of joy.

Rukia always knew just what to say. Now not only did he feel like he was floating on a happy cloud of joy, but he didn't feel awkward at all for having admitted that she meant something special to him. "Aww, it-it's no-nothing R-Rukia, it's…um ya." The young healer smiled and shifted his attention to the ground as he felt a strong blush crawl up his cheeks. We'll it was less awkward then it could have been.

Soon both of them fell into a comfortable silence. Rukia turned back to watch the practice while Hanataro took out one of his med book and began reading of the theories of the cause of Alzheimer's. It wasn't long though before his thoughts ran back to the girl next to him.

Looking over he followed her gaze to where the captain and the vice captain were standing in their black and white practice jerseys, both of them were apparently looking through the captains' play book.

The two men intimidated the young healer to no end, even though they had never even really bothered to look at him even when he would bandage them up, they were both just so… intimidating, there was really no other word for it.

Vice Captain Renji Abarai was a tall muscular man with long, wild, fiery hair that went along only with his temper, and he always wore it in a ponytail. He was also covered in tribal tattoos which baffled Hanataro. The rules of the school were very clear, no tattoos above the neck. Somehow though both he and his friend, the vice captain of the basketball team, were able to get away with it. If Hanataro, on the other hand, were to try the same thing he'd be tossed out on his rear faster than he could say vasovagal syncope.

But for all that Vice Captain Renji was foul mouthed, ill-tempered, and an amazingly strong person, he was nowhere near as intimidating as the soccer captain himself. In fact no one frightened Hanataro more, not the violent captain of the football team, not the swim captain with the creepy smile, not even the chemistry clubs' captain, a club that until this year never use to require a medic.

The soccer captain though, was royalty, a close descendent to the imperial house. It wasn't just a title too; everything about him screamed royalty and no one dared to disobey an order given by him. Everything about the man was perfect, and he never knew how to act around that.

Rukia was royalty as well of course, but she never acted like it. Her temper and her kindness made the fact easy to forget. She was a school student first and royalty second, while Captain Kuchiki was just the opposite.

Still even though he acted so high and mighty around everyone girls would line up outside classrooms just to look at him. A few times some would even swoon when he brushed past them. That was something that Hanataro knew of from experience, after all he was usually the one helping out the fainted girls, but more often than not as he'd try and give them water they'd start yelling at him, something about "knight and shining armor" or something to that effect.

Hana couldn't blame the girls for trying to get his attention though, the captain was just so… regal. Though he was slightly shorter than his six foot something vice captain he still seemed to tower over the man. And his slate gray eyes added to the effect of his regality by being so cold at all hour of the day. Hanataro doubted even Rukia saw him with much emotions in those eyes.

Then there was his long raven black hair that never seemed to be out of place, even during the most intense games, his two white kenseikan in his hair at all times, one was on top of his head and another on the right side. They were there to symbolizing his position as the future head of the Kuchiki family.

'If I was a women I would probably be chasing after him too.' As soon as that thought left his mind Hanataro tore his gaze away from the third year and blushed fiercely. 'Oh great, now not only do I have a crush on Rukia but maybe even her brother too.'

'No, I was only thinking that if I was a girl then I'd like him.' He let out a small sigh. 'It's not like he'd notice me anyway, he ignored Rangiku for god's sake, not that she cared much, but still! No one turns down Rangiku. So why would he notice me? What possibly thing can I bring to his life but trouble?'

Hanataro let out a groan and put his face in his hands. "Stop it, stop it, stop it." It didn't matter, so why was he letting himself even think about it?

"Stop what?"

Hanataro's head snapped up and he looked over at Rukia. "Huh?"

"You said stop it. Stop what?"

The young man looked at Rukia for a while trying to contain his growing horror. 'Was that all I said out loud? Please let that be all.' Blue eyes search violet ones for a moment but when he saw there wasn't a look of disgust he figured he was safe.

"Oh, uummm, it's nothing important really, just my thoughts running away from me."

Rukia opened her mouth as if she was about to say more but before she could Hanataro decided he should change the topic. "Hey Rukia, I've been wondering, you never use to come to your brothers practices at the beginning of the year, why now? Not that I'm complaining of course."

Now it was Rukia's turn to blush before she turned and looked back at the field. "Well you know, I umm, I just felt like this would be a good way to spend more time with him… Byakuya! I mean of course!" The last part came out loud enough that a few players turned to give her a questioning look. "He just spends so much time working when he's home, that I hardly get to see him."

Hanataro knew there was more to it, the fact was screaming at him as loud as she had yelled her brother's name only seconds ago, but if she didn't want to tell him he wouldn't force her. Rukia didn't go digging around in his life so he'd show her the same respect.

For the rest of the practice the two spectators made small talk while the soccer team ran their final drills. As soon as the practice was finished Rukia surprised Hanataro with a tight hug then ran off leaving the blushing boy behind, thinking how he seemed to be blushing a lot that day. He then proceeded to do the "services" part of the Medical and Services club and went to pick up the soccer gear as the team went to the locker room to change.

It didn't take too long, there were a few cones scattered throughout the field that he put in a basket and the soccer balls went into a mesh bag, there were a few more odds and ends and by the time he was done picking up everyone was off the field.

He looked at the load he had to carry and let out an exasperated sigh, the first year soccer club members were suppose to help put things away but they seemed to "forget" more and more frequently.

Deciding to take everything in one go he slung his school bag over his shoulder, threw mesh the bag into the basket and bent to pick it up, lifting with the knees of course. With the equipment situated this way he could barely see where he was going and he was straining under the weight to the point that by the time he made it to the storage shed his vision was going white around the edges due to a lack of oxygen.

It wasn't until he made it all the way to the equipment shed that he remembered that in his rush to get to the field earlier, he hadn't gone to the PE teacher's office to get the key to the storage room. Hanataro groaned then glanced to the sky, "Why me?" he asked a passing cloud. The young boy bit his lip and looked from side to side trying to find someone to watch the equipment while he ran to get the key.

He saw three second years walking passed and waved his arms wildly while calling out to them. "Excuse me? Excuse me? I need some help!" His voice may as well have been an annoying fly for all the attention they paid it.

Hanataro let out a loud frustrated sigh and ran both his hands through his charcoal black hair roughly, making it stand up at odd angles. Biting his lip he looked at the equipment. 'It's not like this is a bad school, in fact most people that go here are crazy rich, so it's not like anyone's going to steal anything.'

Assuring himself everything would turn out ok Hanataro took off and sprinted to Coach Urahara's office. At this time the coach probably wasn't going to be in there, but he always left the back door that led to the outside open. That way the rowdy locker room kids couldn't break in but the keys could still be returned, and since there was a camera outside no one worried about anyone stealing from the office.

Urahara's office wasn't very far away but with every second that passed the medic could imagine some shadow figure stealing all the equipment. By the time Hanataro got to the office door he already had an entire scenario in his head that ended with him going to jail since he couldn't pay for the equipment that had been stolen on his watch.

He stood outside the office door for sometime drawing in short sharp breaths. If he went in there and the coach was in fact in his office then Hanataro didn't want to draw to much attention to himself. He had made enough mistakes at this school to last a life time, so he'd rather not have people know he made another one if he could help it.

Taking one final steadying breath Hanataro cracked the door open and slid inside. The key rack lay right across the room and the boy began fast walking towards it, intent on getting his prize then get back to the abandoned equipment as fast as possible.

He was so intent on his goal he didn't even notice there were others in the room, at least not until he heard the rustle of papers falling to the floor and a low throaty moan, which caused Hanataro to freeze. He may seem slightly naïve, but he knew what that sound meant. Slowly the healer turned, curiosity getting the better of him, and what he saw made him wish he had simply walked out of the room without so much as a backwards glance.

Byakuya was furious. No he didn't get furious; Byakuya was… irritated more then was normal. The day had started out bad since his chauffeur was sick, so finding someone else to drive had made him late. He was pretty sure a fan girl of his had stolen a silk sock from his locker while he was at PE, Renji had argued with him about his strategies all practice, and now he had to deal with the laziness of whatever idiot had left the equipment outside of the shed.

There were only a handful of people who could have done that, a first year or the MSS member assigned to them, whoever it was would either be off the team or he would see they were out of the club.

Byakuya refused to tolerate laziness, because of it the equipment might get stolen and not only that but now he was stuck with having to get the keys and put the equipment away himself. The thought of which only caused his irritation to rise. The noble calmed himself though, with the thought that whoever did this would pay much more then the annoyance that he now suffered.

As he approached Coach Urahara's office he came across something that took his mind off his inner tirade.

A young man stood outside of the office door he appeared to be just pushing five feet and had a face that made him barely seem old enough to be in high school. But what was really intriguing about the boy was the fact that he seemed to be in shock.

His back appeared to be glued to the wall and he looked as if he would appreciate nothing more than to just have that column of wood and plaster open up and suck him in. He had one slightly tanned hand covering his mouth that was part of a face that, if the tan on his hand were anything to go by, was quite pale. This made his blue eyes, that were widened from shock, stand out greatly.

It was then that Byakuya recognized the boy and his mild amusement vanished and in its place, once again, came a strong dose of irritation. While the young MSS member took a rest against a wall the noble ended up doing his job for him. Byakuya had to make sure this would never happen again.

The kid would learn his place.

Hanataro stood against the wall, he had no idea how he got there. Apparently his body had gone on autopilot. He knew his hand was still over his mouth, it hadn't left that place since he had slapped it there, stopping him from letting his presence known. Again if it wasn't for the whole auto pilot thing they definitely would have noticed him. He'd have to thank whatever god he meet up there one day for gracing him with that little panic button feature.

Hanatarao's mind didn't have much time though to wander down the whole thanking god path before it snapped back to the situation at hand.

This didn't make any sense, Rukia and… Renji? He thought they hated each other. The only time he ever saw them talk they were arguing, so how did they end up making out in the gym teacher's office?

A small tug pulled at Hana's heart and he felt the organ squeeze somewhat. He knew he didn't have a chance with Rukia, but seeing a crush passionately lip locked on a desk with someone who was just so much more then Hanataro would ever be did not do any favors for his heart.

He needed to get away, go anywhere else before they found out he was there, if only he can get his uncooperative legs to work.

"Do you have an excuse?"

Originally Hanataro wouldn't have thought it was possible but at the sound of that deep crystal like voice his back suddenly stiffened further. 'No not him, not now. Ooooh, why me? This cannot end well.'

Byakuya saw the boy's body stiffen to the point where it appeared that his back was about to snap. His head then whipped around so fast that his neck gave a painful sounding crack. Blue eyes opened wider and inwardly the noble smirked.

'That's right commoner you are in trouble. I will not let you off lightly.'

"So first you show up late when it is one of your few responsibilities just to look after the well being of my team and now you risk our equipment being stolen so you can what? Go out here and admire the clouds? So I ask you again, do you have an excuse?"

'Late? Equipment? Words?' Hanataro stood lost for some time, utterly unsure of what the Kuchiki was talking about. Then the entire situation came crashing down around him. 'Oh no. Kuchiki. Brother. The key!' The first year was fairly certain that the noble in front of him would not be very happy with Rukia's choice in… well… a boyfriend? And the key, the equipment! To get it he'd have to…

"I asked you a question. I don't appreciate not getting an answer."

'U-u-u-ummm y-yes w-w-ell you see, um I… I sort of lost the key." He finished lamely.

"You lost it?"

"Um, ya when-when I was running to practice it must have fallen out of my pocket, I'll look for it so you don't have to worry, I-I will put everything away." At this point Hanataro pulled his gaze up from looking down on the other side of his shoe. He was a horrible liar and could never look a person in the eye while doing so, but he felt his excuse was believable enough.

The captain's eyes, while not holding the tell tale signs of suspicion were harder than Hanataro had ever seen them before. It made the younger boy want to sink into himself and just poof away from existence.

"I will be talking to Unohana tomorrow; you are out of the MSS club." With that Byakuya stepped around the small boy not feeling as good as he thought he would after saying that, and walked towards the door.

He was stopped by a sudden slight weight on his arm. Byakuya looked down into deep ocean blue eyes, the effect of which was magnified by the pools of water forming in them.

The older of the two half expected the boy to beg him not to tell Unohana, but instead all he said was, "Just let me find it. The key. Just let me find it."

"I do not wish to drag this out longer than necessary. I will get one of the spares then I will have the locks changed tomorrow, you are dismissed." With that he turned and once again continued towards the door.

Hanataro panicked, he hung on to the taller mans arm digging his heels into the concrete in a vain attempt to stop him, but he might as well have been trying to stop a charging horse with a feather and within no time the door was yanked open.

Unlike Hanataro who would often become so focused on a task that he'd get tunnel vision Byakuya had the ability to give complete focus to something while still being able to notice everything going on around him. So when the door came open not only did he see that the none of the keys on the key rack where missing, but also a very occupied sister of his with his equally occupied vice captain.

Hana saw the body in front of him freeze and tense, he watched as hands clench into fists and there was enough anger rolling off the captain that the pressure of it almost made Hanataro stop breathing. He glanced around the older man to see that the two other occupants were in very much the same situation he'd seen them in before.

They were kissing fiercely; both seemed to be fighting for control, both unwilling to be submissive. Rukia was sitting on the desk with Renji standing between her legs, her hands threaded through flaming red hair while one of Renjis' hands was on her hip and the other was in a place that made Hanataro blush redder then he ever had before.

The only difference from the first time he walked in on them and now was that Rukia now lacked a shirt, a small black bra the only thing keeping her semi decent.

It only took a few seconds for Byakuya to take in the situation before he spoke in a voice no angrier than normal, but somehow bone chillingly cold. "Abarai, you will step away from her this instant before I carve your tattoos out of your chest."

The two lip locked teens gasped and sprang apart, Rukia immediately crossed her arms to cover her chest, while Renji stepped in front of her, shielding her from her brothers gaze as well as his anger.

"Byakuya, it's-how-how long have you been there?" The vice soccer captain asked.

"Aburi, the only thing you should be concerned with right now, is what you will do once you are out of this school and you have lost your job. Rukia get your shirt on, we are leaving."

Rukia stood and got her shirt from where it had been thrown behind the desk, and quickly put in on and buttoned it. But then instead of going to Byakuya, she walked to the side of a somewhat pale Renji and took his hand, giving it a small squeeze, then turned to her brother and bowed. "Forgive me brother, I did not want you to find out this way, but Renji and I are dating, we have been for about 5 months now, and I will not let you ruin his life just because we ruined your perception of how my life should be."

Hanataro had never been much of a religious studies person, but he was suddenly reminded of David and Goliath. But looking at Captain Kuchiki gray eyes that suddenly seemed to resemble cold steal, he began to wonder if David could win this one.

"You seem to be forgetting Rukia that you are engaged, I however, have not forgotten, and I will not allow you to have a tryst, no matter how brief, with some commoner and in the process ruin our good name. Now you will come with me and we will discuss this at home."

"No Byakuya, I know you, if we go home we won't talk about it, you'll talk and I'll listen, but now it's time for you to listen. I love Renji." When Renji gave her a shocked look she just rolled her eyes. "Of course I do you idiot, you think I'd put up with your shitty personality if I didn't?"

A rumbling laugh came from deep within Renji's chest. "And here I thought you stayed around me for my body and my witty sense of humor."

"Please you're about as funny as a dead cat."

"…dead cats aren't funny?"

"That's enough." At this point the room temperature seemed to drop several degrees and a forgotten Hanataro for the second time in five minutes tried desperately to sink into the wall behind him. "Rukia you will not taint this family name, you will come home now, and I will fix your mistake, and you will learn to control yourself. You have disappointed me enough for one day by acting cheap, let us not continue on this path."

In a second the temperature in the room want from arctic to scorching as both Rukia's and Renji's temper flared but Renji got in the first word. "Look here you bastard, ya can say what ya want 'bout me, but don't talk that way to Rukia! She's your sister damn it! Don't you ever call her cheap, or I will beat the crap out of you, I don't care who you are! And she is not a fuckin' bargaining chip! Do you think it'll make her happy to marry some guy her parents chose for her without askin' her? You should try askn' her what she wants for once! Or would that hurt your fuckin' pride too much?"

Byakuya took a few steps closer so that he was only a foot away from the red head, not the least bit daunted by the anger flowing from the taller second year. "You know nothing Renji, and I refuse to explain our lives to someone who can never comprehend."

"I can comprehend that you are a fucking arrogant prick who thinks of nothing but his image, but I feel sorry for you, because in the end you'll realize how sorry your life has been, how empty that useless title of yours is! If you push your sister away like this, who by the way is probably the last person who seems to actually care about an ass like you, then one day you'll wake up and realize that your all alone, that no one around you cares about anything but your damn titl..," Thwak!

No one knew what happen at first, one moment Renji was standing there berating his captain the next he was on the ground a trail of blood coming from the side of his mouth. He sat up and glared at the older men as he wiped the blood away with the back of his hand.

More than anyone in the room though it was Byakuya that was the most surprised at what happened. He might not have even been sure it was him who threw the punch except he had a tell tale pain in his knuckles. He hid his surprise though; it was bad enough that he had already shown that one flare of his emotions, he didn't need to add to it.

"Byakuya, what the hell!" Rukia went quickly to Renji's side and pulled him to his feet then turned to Byakuya letting him feel the full force of her wrath. "How dare you talk about our family name when you have no qualms hitting someone who started nothing."

"I believe that it was both.."

"No Byakuya it was you who started this. Brother, I will go home with you, but this time you will listen to what I have to say." With that Rukia turned to Renji and before he could argue about her leaving, she grabbed his black jersey and pulled him into a kiss, nothing big, but enough to shut up her boyfriend without hurting his injured lip and at the same time show her brother that she wouldn't give up without a fight. She then stepped away from the two and with her head held high walked out the door. Byakuya and Renji squared off for a few second that seemed like hours, fire warring against ice, then with no further words the older teen turned and walked out the door.

Hanataro didn't know what to do, a pissed off Renji was in the room and he still didn't seem to have noticed the healers presence, Hanataro hoped it would stay that way and was suddenly grateful for his uncanny ability not to be noticed and within the minute the red head tore his gaze away from the door picked up his bag and walked out, slamming the door shut on the way.

The rooms last occupant stayed against the wall, the room was eerily quiet after all that had happened in there just moments before, every word of the argument began playing through Hana's mind, and it caused the knot in his gut to tighten at each word, but his heart hurt more than anything when he kept hearing the words, "I love him" over and over.

Pushing himself off the wall he mechanically walked to the key rack and took one of the keys labeled "storage." He stared at the thing in the palm of his hand 'If only I had remembered you, if only I hadn't fallen asleep, if only I could get people to listen to me.'

Hana turned toward the back door, but thought better of leaving through it, he'd rather not run into any of the others. So instead he opted for going through the locker room exit.

As he entered the locker rooms he could see that everyone seemed to have already cleared out, but as he walked through the maze of lockers he saw what appeared to be a black book left on one of the benches.

"Hello?" He called out, his only answer the echo of his own voice. "Someone left this journal here. Hello?"

When no one answered he picked it up and glanced inside, immediately he wished he had just ignored the thing. He barely felt his back hit the lockers behind him and he didn't even notice that he slide down to sit on the floor. On the first page a name was written in perfect calligraphy, Byakuya Kuchki , it was the captains strategy book.

Suddenly everything hit him at once, a family fighting amongst themselves, the only person who seemed to care about him would probably be torn away from the man she loved, a captain and a vice captain now hated each other, the vice captains life now may be ruined.

The young teen looked at his hands, the journal in one hand the key in the other. His vision began to swim as tears filled his eyes. He folded his hands to his chest and hugged the objects against himself as he brought up his knees he let his tears flow freely. All the while the same thing repeating over and over in his mind until the single thought slipped from his lips in a whisper, "It's all my fault."

A/N: Holy Jesus. That was waaaayyy longer then I thought it would be. 13 pages! Do you know how many pages that is? 13! And there are still at least 14 more chapters that I want to write.

Hana has some serious self esteem issues, ne? Don't worry all will be explained soon… I think.

Anywho, I've had this story in my head for like 5 months now so I just had to get it out. So I will continue writing it, but if I don't get any reviews then I won't post the next few chapters. That's not a threat or anything, I just don't see the reason for reading it and rereading it and rerereading it for spelling errors if no one but me cares, but of course if you do like it, the more reviews the faster I'll have this out.

Oh, and if you actually like the story and wanna beta then hit me up. I really don't care if you've betaed before 'cause four eyes are better then two, and don't even get me started on if you have glasses.

Again, helpful criticisms are welcome and encouraged. My story and writing style isn't perfect, but with your help it might be. Flames however are not welcome EVER, to ANYONE not just my stories. Seriously the people here are trying their best to do something they in no way have to do to benefit others so what point can there be in tearing them a new one. Basically don't be a douche.

One more thing. The thing about the pickles, true story. I knocked over a whole stand of them, so much glass, juice, and pickles. It wasn't the whole pickles too, it was the slices. Freakin everywhere.