A/N: Hello everyone! I'm glad that a lot of you liked my recent one-shot! It gave me the confidence to start posting this story, I hope that you all like this one as well! This is a chaptered story and will be updated every Tuesday, which shouldn't be a problem because I have already written most of the story. The story is written in first person but the point of view changes between characters and it does so pretty frequently, but I will label when it changes.

Warnings: Story is rated M for potty mouth language, some later violence and later lemons. Please don't read if you don't like any of those things or if you are too young to be reading M stuff. This chapter is rated T for language.

Disclaimers: I don't own Bleach, Kubo-sama does.

Rukia's POV (RPOV)

It was time for me to move on. I had enough of the city and after everything that happened to me; I knew that the only way that I could truly heal was to leave. I loved the city, but Karakura wasn't a bad place. It was a quaint small town with a lot of trees and grass, and you could see the stars at night. You could never see the stars in the city, even at night. This town was so relaxing, and I was starting to realize that this really was the right decision. Leaving everything behind and starting over was good for me; it was healthy. It was the only way for me to get away from everything that happened.

I walked along the quiet main street of Karakura with an umbrella twirling in one hand and plastic bags in the other on my way from the grocery store back to my apartment in the early morning as it began to pour down rain. On my way from the store I noticed a small dance studio called Sentāsutēji. I walked up to the front door but it wasn't open yet; but then again it was 7 o'clock on a Monday morning. I peeked at the schedule posted on the front door. There were a couple of small classes scheduled throughout the afternoon for children, but after 6 pm anyone could come in and practice until 7pm. I decided that I was going to go home for now and come back later today. I don't really know why I decided this, not only did I still have healing bruises, but I hadn't even danced ballet since high school. I gave it up in college when I realized how unlikely I was going to get hired as a dancer; I am such a klutz anyway. It used to be such a passion of mine, perhaps now that I am starting fresh; it is time to take ballet back up again.

I returned to the studio after a long day of unpacking boxes at 6pm sharp. After I had gone home I realized that my dancing clothes were incredibly outdated, but they had been handed down to me by my former instructor because I really couldn't afford real dancing clothes at the time. I never cared about my clothing before, but being in a new town I didn't want to completely embarrass myself, despite the fact that I had not made any friends here yet after living here for almost a week. I couldn't figure out why I was being so shy, usually I was a little more outgoing,at least I had been when I was living in the city. Oh well, I was planning a trip to Tokyo soon so that I could go clothes shopping anyway. I walked up to the door of the studio and noticed a flyer for a basic ballroom dancing class that hadn't been there this morning.

I opened the door to the studio to get out of the still pouring rain and the bells on the door chimed. The studio was beautiful; two walls were fully mirrored so that you could see yourself when dancing in the room. The floors were all hardwood just like a stage. I looked up towards the tall ceiling to see a complicated lighting and sound system; I was really impressed. I had never been to a studio quite this fancy before.

I stepped into the nearly empty room only to see an orange-haired man sleeping face down at the desk tucked away in the corner of the room to the right of me. He was clearly out cold, and surrounded in a flurry of papers. I decided not to wake him up and began stretching quietly on the other side of the room away from him. After I finished stretching, I turned on the Ipod strapped to my upper arm and let the lilting music just flow through me.

Ichigo's POV (IPOV)

I had been so fucking exhausted all day. I had been late to open up the damn studio, that bitch of a kiddy ballet instructor was really getting on my nerves, and I had gotten almost no sleep the night before. I had been doing paper work for the past couple of hours and fell fast asleep I guess. I heard the bells chime on the door as it opened, but I didn't open my eyes, I figured whoever it was would just leave after seeing me asleep. No one ever comes to the open dance part of the day, it was really more like time for me to clean the studio and get things done. In fact no one ever really seems to come to the studio; I can barely pay the bills on this freaking place. I wanted so badly to have my own studio, but ever since the accident; I haven't even danced at all. Hiring dance teachers to come and teach the classes barely kept this place afloat.

Despite this, this studio was still my passion. I paid for it myself, and I remembered the days that I used to teach classes here. I taught three different classes here a week and I loved my work. I especially loved to work with the children who had a real passion and talent for dancing; kids that reminded me of myself at their age. I wanted to inspire them to continue dancing; I knew firsthand how hard it can be to dance and keep up with school and friends, much less the people that bring you down for doing what you love.

My mother had forced me to take a couple of dance classes when I was younger, and I had only pretended not to like them. I was a boy and when you're seven, boys simply don't dance. I could remember telling her that I wanted to quit, but I think that she knew that I was only bluffing; saying it to convince myself that I didn't like something that I loved. I continued dancing after she died a couple of years later, and dancing still reminds me of her and how wonderful she was.

After waking up from hearing the bells chime I decided that I really couldn't go back to sleep, so I sat up and opened my eyes. I was shocked that the person who must have come in actually stayed. I had never seen her before though, and I knew just about everyone in town; Karakura is a small place and I had lived here for the majority of my life. She didn't notice me nor did she even have her eyes open, it was like she was in a world of her own. She was dancing ballet, and not too badly. I could tell that she had probably been trained for some time. She had jet black hair that fell to her shoulders that was flipped up at the ends, and she was rather petite, short but thin. Her outfit was ridiculous though, she looked like she just danced out of a movie from the 80's. She was wearing a bright yellow leotard with matching legwarmers that came up to her knees and a white headband with matching workout wrist cuffs. I took every ounce of self control and concentration I had to keep a straight face and to keep myself from rolling on the floor laughing. I didn't realize that I was staring at her until she saw me and looked really startled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's ok; really, I needed to wake up anyway," I yawned. "Do you live here in town? I've never seen you around before."

"I live in town, but I just moved here a few days ago. My name is Rukia Kuchiki."

"I'm Ichigo Kurosaki; I own the studio," I said as we shook hands across his desk. "So where did you move here from?"

"Okinawa, I grew up there."

"If you grew up in the city then why did you decide move here?"

"I, uh, just needed a fresh start, and I really like it here so far," she smiled.

"Well good, then welcome to Karakura, Rukia."

"Thank you. Um, when do the ballroom classes start?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, they start on Saturday at 5 pm, would you like to sign up?"

"Umm, sure I guess. I have never done ballroom dancing before though."

"Well that's what the class is for, right?" I said as I smiled at her.

"Um, well I suppose so. Who is teaching the class?"

"I'm having a friend of mine come in to teach it."

"Do you teach any of the classes here?"

"No, not anymore." I said as I broke eye contact. I was glad that she didn't press on any further.

We said our goodbyes when 7pm came around as I closed the studio up for the night. I went upstairs to the apartment above the studio that I lived in. It was small and cozy, perfect for one person to live in. It was nice to live right above the studio; I don't need a car, it isn't noisy and I have to pay the rent for it anyway since the studio and apartment is one unit. I flopped on my bed and went over the events of the day in my mind, and I couldn't stop thinking of Rukia. The first things that I noticed after she snapped out of her little world were her eyes. She had really piercing violet eyes, they were pretty. She was also really great to talk to; I don't think that I have actually been genuinely nice to someone that I just met in a couple of years. Typically I feign happiness for appearance's sake, but it was really nice to talk to her. Maybe I'll watch over that ballroom class on Saturday and see how she does.

RPOV

After I said goodbye to Ichigo and left the studio I began walking back to my apartment. I decided to go to town the next day to buy some decent dancing /workout clothing. I looked freaking ridiculous; I was embarrassed to walk home. Ichigo may not have noticed, but I knew that he was staring at me because of my clothing. I can't help it if I haven't danced in seven years; it was kind of "in" back then. Clearly fashion changes more abruptly than I thought, and I don't need to embarrass myself in front of him again.

Not only was he really cute, but he was the first person to willingly talk to me since I moved here. Cute enough to make me crawl up into a shell and barely even talk to him, what the hell was wrong with me? I thought that I wanted to make friends here, not stutter and stammer people into thinking I'm not intelligent or worth talking to. I've never had trouble talking to cute guys before, what was going on with me?

He looked really disheveled after he woke up, his hair was a mess and he looked worn-out. I did notice that he really oddly colored eyes; they were a strange mix of amber and brown. Wait, did I really notice the color of his eyes? What the hell are you thinking Rukia? Then again he was really handsome…

Looking back on our conversation, I wondered why he became so distant when I asked him if he taught any classes. What kind of guy has his own dance studio and doesn't teach any dancing classes? It doesn't make any sense. I wonder; does he even dance at all? Maybe he's just a pervert who likes to watch cute girls dance. But then again I didn't get that feeling from him; he seems very warm and kind. If he owns and runs a dance studio, I can't imagine that he isn't passionate about dancing. I wonder if he will be at the ballroom lessons on Saturday…

Yes, I know that some things don't make sense yet, but all will be revealed in time. Hope you liked it! Please review! -Kin'iro No Tenshi