A/N: I can only imagine what you're thinking, Seriously Crystal, another story? You already have more than enough posted. And I totally agree with you, I do lol! But I really wanted to post this for myself, things have been very chaotic lately on this site and I had written this up last year, wrote a couple chapters but never got around to posting it. This was something I kept for me, but I was thinking about it today and I really wanted to share it with you guys. It's a short story, would probably be around 5 or six chapters but the story behind it, the struggle that I want to show in this, all about love, something that sometimes you can't escape.

Let me know what you think, I always love to hear your wonderful feedback.

Oh and here's a little question for you, which story would you like to see updated next? Or even if you want, send me an order you'd want to see them updated in, I think that would be a great help for me to help me get chapters out faster ^^

Warnings: Rated T for swearing, nothing serious… Yet =D

By the way, the dance that was used as inspiration for this was from SYTYCD Canada danced by Tara Jean and Vincent contemporary routine - It doesn't hurt, please go and check it out, its truly beautiful.

Looking back on that day now I remember it down to the feeling that ran through my veins. The way my heart sped up to the exact moment I looked up towards the delicately crafted ceiling, my blessings being sent to my mother who resided in heaven and praising her for pushing me into all those horrid dance classes, because for the first time in my life I had found the inspiration to continue on with such boring art. The man that danced before me flew across the stage with enough grace that it seemed as if angels helped glide him to and fro, his long muscled legs allowed him to leap into the air well he used his lengthy, chiselled torso and strong arms to toss the beautiful woman across the stage where she landed pillow soft on the balls of her feet, with so much grace and beauty it almost pained me to watch. Oh how I envied that woman, who had the chance to dance with him. Her long flowing blond hair seemed to fan out like a golden curtain, causing a wonderful contrast to the man's bright sky blue locks, his own flowing out behind him like a trail of ocean following his every move, captivating me well his eyes held me hypnotized to him. Dazzling electric blue that sent shivers down my spine, oh what those eyes could do to me. Then again I'm pretty sure any living thing with a pulse would be held captive by those gems.

Now to give me credit at that moment well I sat there transfixed to this god like creature I was about sixteen, lost in life with what I wanted to do or be. My mother had just passed away no more than a year ago and previous to this I had never really had as much passion as one should to be a dancer, to be perfectly honest I despised it but I did it for my mom. I lived for her approval, for her to be proud and without a doubt I was a momma's boy. Course most people would think that after my mother's death this would drive me to continue on her dream for me, to remember that she saw this apparent talent that I had and to use it to the best of my ability but to be perfectly honest, without being able to hear or feel my mother's praise the concept of continuing on with this stupid act was pointless. I was a straight A student with averages in the high ninety's and could most likely succeed at anything in life, go to any university or college of my choice with enough grants coming out of my ass to pay for my children's children, so why continue something I hated to do whether my mom wanted me to or not? She was gone, her voice barely an echo in my mind that left me numb, prickling tears in my eyes whenever I thought of her warm brown eyes that mirrored mine, spewing out enough love to make children miles away feel loved. The answer to this is that damned blue haired Adonis that haunted my thoughts and sent chills to my very bone every day after that performance. My father had pushed me to go and ended up taking my closest female friend, Rukia to go see it. Both of us left the theatre transfixed, moved and chilled in the most beautiful way well one of us had been shown the light. I was not only going to jump head first back into dance but one day I would dance as beautiful as that man did, I would fly across the stage to the heavens and above and show my mother just how amazing I had become, but more importantly become so well known that even that god of a man couldn't ignore me.

Couldn't ignore me? Oh no that would be the last thing that blue haired bastard would have, which turns us to present time where I'm now twenty one years old and had just been sent out by my agent to different prestigious studios where I was to audition to see if I was good enough. I was down to my last one and every single one beforehand had told me yes. Danza a sangrar, this was my last place to audition and boy didn't they sound promising, the title alone had me intrigued but I was tired and grumpy from running around all day, though I was more than thrown awake after I met my instructor. Only then should I have listened to my gut that told me to run.

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Danza a sangrar, oh well doesn't that sound promising? Dance to bleed; well is that a question or a command?

I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at my own questions, my tired mind was beginning to overtake my body. Shiro had kept me up a good portion of the night with his own tossing and turning. He had his final exams and today was his first which was his practical where he was to create a three course meal, dessert as well. Shiro was taking culinary arts and was training to become a chef. Watching Shiro cook in a kitchen was like watching me dance on stage, all his moves were precise and flawless, his motions smooth and effortless and all in all he was art in its self. The thing was he would go on and on about how he wasn't nervous and how he knew he would ace it without blinking, but his sleeping body gave away his secrets well he tossed and turned all night leaving me to stare at the ceiling wondering what tomorrow would have in store for me. Of course little did I know it held me dragging my ass at the end of the day, I loved my boyfriend but his restless sleeps caused me more grief then it did him.

"Can I help you?"Blinking over towards a busty red head who sat behind a polished desk I quickly cleared my voice before I spoke.

"I'm here for my five o clock audition."I stated calmly as I glanced around the perky woman.

"Oh you must be Ichigo, well right through those doors you turn to your right and then to your left is where you can get changed. After that I'll come and get you and take you to where you're needed."With a quick nod I made my way through the double doors to my destination.

Over all the building was huge and definitely lived up to the adjective of the word prestigious. If I were to say it was large that would be an understatement because the damn place was huge. When that secretary told me down the hall then right and then left I guess she forgot to explain to me it'd be a ten minute adventure. Thank god the doors were labelled because I'd be screwed if not.

After quickly switching into my outfit I came out to find not one but two girls waiting for me. A small raven haired girl that once sat with me back in that dazzled theatre had also grew a passion that day for something she wanted to do. After that day Rukia had just like me dove into learning how to dance, what kept us apart was the fact that I had been at it since I knew how to walk where for Rukia it was all new to her but of course the tiny thing came out fighting and within no more than five years she's been able to become one of the best female dancers I know, still has lots to learn but then again so do I and I wouldn't care to dance with anyone but her, unless of course he was 6'3 had sky blue locks and a body that probably made plastic surgeons cry at its perfection.

"Right on time, well don't you look cute in your lil' blue dress." I smirked down at the beaming dancer, the bright lights seeming to lighten the deep blue in her eyes which brought out the hints of purple, making her eyes gleam beautifully as she stared up at me looking as if she was ready for battle.

"Of course I do, are you ready? You look tired."Waving her off quickly I took her hand in mine as we were led to our dance hall where we'd audition.

"Nothing to worry about, I'll perk up the moment my feet hit that dance floor, I always do."

For all of the schools I came alone to audition but this school asked for both partner and solo which in hindsight only made sense, after all a good dancer should be able to do both. Hearing this I immediately called up Rukia who had the same thing in mind. With this we chose to create a contemporary piece, our best work together. We practised our asses off and now that the day finally came I could probably do the damn dance in my sleep, I practiced so hard for this because this was not only for me but for Rukia too.

"Is Shiro meeting you after this, his exams ju-"Rukia's words became cut off as the double doors we were just about to enter were flung open to reveal a petite blond that was currently two seconds away from flinging herself onto the floor. Hysterical wasn't the right word for her, no I'd go with something more dramatic like, oh can I say suicidal?

"MY MOTHERS GOING TO KILL ME, I'LL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN!"The pitiful blond screamed out making both Rukia and I jump back, our eyes wide as we watched her be led out by a much taller brunette male who also appeared to be upset but seemed to be able to hold his composure.

"Not my problem, maybe if you didn't dance like you had half a brain I would have wanted you here, but since you lack that ability, get the fuck out of my school before ya ruin the floor wax with your tears!"I couldn't help but let my mouth fall open, I wasn't sure whether to laugh or be appalled by the man's words to this poor girl, that and be fucking terrified that he was the one who was going to be critiquing us.

We had yet to see his face but his bellowing baritone voice seemed to fill up the entire hall way, making all three of us stand at attention well the other two dragged their sorry butts off the premises.

"Well have fun and by the way, he hates contemporary, just so you know." The busty red head informed before she scampered off to the safety of her polished desk.

Lucky bitch, why don't you take my place and I'll sit on my fat ass and answer calls all day well you get out here and dance your ass off, ya that sounds like a great idea.

"Wait he doesn't like contemporary, what are we gonna do Ichigo?"Giving my head a quick shake to get out of my own clustered worries, I glanced down at Rukia to find her wringing her hands together as if she held a wet towel which she wished to dry.

"Were gonna go out there and dance our asses off and show this prick just what contemporaries all about." If I had ever wanted to eat my words more it was when we entered that room and I came face to face with the man who was soon to be judging us.

Both me and Rukia seemed to find ourselves rooted to the polished dance studio floor, our eyes must have been the size of saucers as we gazed towards the blue haired Adonis that had lit up my life five years ago and boy did he look even more heart stopping close up. Crystal blue eyes gazed back at me seeming to dance with amusement and it was as if he had yet to take notice of Rukia who stood at my side. Rukia was small but few men failed to take notice of the fiery pixie, though this man seemed transfixed with me. Maybe my ego was getting the better of me but at the moment I was failing to breathe, let alone do anything else.

I watched as those sparkling eyes traveled down my body and I felt my stomach roll as his gaze raked me over, taking in every detail it seemed which made my body heat unintentionally. Those blazing eyes left me hot in all the right yet wrong places. I watched with carful measure as the tip of his pen came into contact with full lips, slipping passed as they formed into a feral grin, his sharp canine catching the tip of the pen as he bit down.

"Kurosaki, son of the famous prima ballerina Misaki Kurosaki, funny I pictured ya different so this is quite the surprise."Oh did I forget to mention that my mother was a ballerina, part of the reason why she got me into dance, of course it was partly influenced because I loved to copy the dancing she did in her studio when I was young, trying to show off to my mom and it went from there.

"You know about my mom?"His laugh filled my chest with butterflies that seemed to rapture around noisily making me cringe with anxiety.

He knows who I am.

"Of course I do, anyone who's anyone in dance knows who your mother is, now I'm curious to see if you inherited her talent."My heart seemed to leap into my throat at his question, becoming dry and sore, enabling me to speak.

"He's better."Rukia's words tore me from my fifteen second anxiety attack and brought me back to reality.

"Rukia!"I hissed out and once again we both listened to the stunning dancer chuckle out a deep, throaty laugh.

"Show me."I watched him slide over to place our music choice into the player and I felt Rukia pull me over. Quickly my eyes snapped to hers, the deep soothing blue that rained back at me left me taking a deep breath as I remembered what I came here to do.

"You okay?"Giving her a small nod I signalled the bluenette to play the music. We had chosen the slow song by Elisa called Dancing. It was a beautiful song and we both found it most fitting for our dance.

As the music began I found myself circling around Rukia who sat on the floor her body rigid as she rocked slowly, moving herself out so her arms stretched out to me I leaned in to spin her around, my head laid against her back and soon we found our bodies melded together as we rocked slowly well our arms became entangled together and I buried my head in her neck.

I could feel my heart banging against my ribs, aching to break free while I danced. I had dreamed about when the day would come that I would see this man again, the man that had influenced me to dance again, who was able to show me the beauty of it. This man was here and I had no time to prepare and I was without a doubt terrified.

I ran towards Rukia while watching her body go ridged and fall to the floor as I leaped into the air, my legs splitting apart as I kicked out. I could feel my loose button up which I had lazily buttoned only two times flutter against my warm skin, the cool breeze making me become aware of just how nervous I really was. I could hear a small gasp from someone behind us and as I spun to catch my partner behind me, I caught a glimpse of white in the corner of my eye clad in all black, Shiro was here to watch me.

Well I fought with Rukia to gain her back into my arms I gazed up as she kicked out and I could feel her body shake from fear, fear that she would never get another chance like this again and that it was up to this dance to get us a chance of a life time, she needed this more than me but I wanted this with every fibre of my being, I wanted him to see me shine that satisfaction alone made me smile.

A three minute dance had us panting to catch our breath, our bodies shook with adrenalin and those three minutes felt like thirty. As we came over to stand back in front of the bluenette we took notice that two more people stood by his side. One short raven haired male whose emerald eyes seemed to sparkle even though his expression showed complete and udder boredom, his eyes showed that he was at least intrigued by our dance. The other man freaked me out, his eyes sat almost closed though his expression held nothing but a large grin, yet for some reason I found I had no idea whether I should take that as a bad thing or a good thing.

"I'll dance my solo first."I mumbled but was quickly cut off just as fast as I began.

"No need I already say yes, but only to you, the girl can go."

"What?"I always had this problem as I grew up where I spoke before I thought, not the greatest trait to have, especially in times like this.

"I said you stay she goes, she's too short and lacks in areas and I'm here to teach not baby sit."

"If she goes I go, were a package deal so thanks but no thanks."I quickly snatched Rukia's wrist as i tried to fathom his words. We began to leave and I glanced up to see Shiro grinning from ear to ear.

"Ichigo are you crazy, you don't mean that take it back!"Rukia shouted out I dragged her towards my boyfriend.

"Oh but I do you see I got about fifteen other schools who are dying to have me, and you as a matter a fact, were partners Rukia and we decided we stuck together and if this asshole can't see your talent well to fuckin' bad for him."

"Oi drama boy, never said the midget had no talent I just said she was lacking, five years of training and she dances like that I admit I'm impressed, you two together actually made me enjoy contemporary but like I said i'm-"

"Not here to baby sit and like Isaid we have about fifteen other places that agree she doesn't need babysitting so your loss asshole."I couldn't believe it, the man I had believed danced with angels just proved me the complete opposite. He made a contract with the devil, no it wasn't angels that carried him across that stage so gracefully it was his satanic wings.

What a fucking prick!

"Your loss."His husky voice sent shivers down my spine as I reached out for Shiro's hand and I turned around to take one last glimpse of my idol.

Sky blue hair that once ran down his back now sat in styled spikes, few bangs falling down to his eyes. The same electric blue that held me riveted as he danced across the stage. His plump lips that were currently formed into the cockiest smile I had ever seen next to Shiro's had me shaking with anger, the bastard was mocking me.

"No only yours."With those three words I slammed through the large double doors to my freedom, away from childhood idols, away from heart thumping dance moves and most of all away from dangerous infatuations that had my body heating to unhealthy temperatures.

That smiles dangerous and he's an asshole, if he thinks I'm leaving Rukia he has another thing coming.

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My father always told me that things happened for a reason and as I've grown up I've found myself to agree with him more and more. When I first met Shiro it was like an angel had shone down and gave me my saviour. At that time I was seeing a guy named Renji, we had been friends before we started dating and dating was pretty much ruining what friendship we had left. One day we decided to take a little road trip, from the moment we got into the car to the moment we got the flat tire we fought. Most of our fighting was about stupid things but none the less we fought which usually ended up with fists and any body will tell you, that's just not a healthy relationship.

On this little adventure though was when I met Shiro. He was driving along the same road when he spotted me, it was dark out by this time and we had our four ways on but we were in the middle of nowhere and cell phone service was non existent for where we were. By that time Renji had begun a journey to find help, luck arrived shortly after he left. It turned out Shiro had chosen to take this dinner he was to cater on one condition, that he got paid triple time for his time and gas money that got wasted hauling out to this place. Of course his work at the time, being as short staffed as they were, begrudgingly agreed and he ended up with not only a nice fat pay check but a towing fee and a date as well. The point to this is if Shiro would have never taken that job that day and if I hadn't agreed to Renji's stupid idea we wouldn't have ever met knowing our stupid luck. We later found out that we actually lived in the same building we just never noticed each other because of how the buildings built and our work schedules, as stupid as that is it's still amazing and I believe its fate.

So here I believe that sometimes fate does things and does it for a reason, why this though I'm still trying to figure out. Because as I'm stuck waiting for my late boyfriend at the coffee shop outside our apartment I'm going over my options of studios, teachers and of course opportunities. It has been a week since the whole Danza fiasco and from everybody's point of view I seem to be taking it well, when really inside I'm a tumbling mess, cursing and ranting while I mentally went on a killing spree looking for anything that slightly resembled the color blue, in fact the moment I got home and spotted that we had blueberries in our fridge i threw them in the garbage, that's how ridiculously pissed off I was about this guy.

How is it possible that one man, that you had only met once, spoken to less then five sentences and yet this person can get you more railed up then your own boyfriend? Isn't that a little twisted in some way, that that one insignificant person has some way wormed there way into your mind through that ten minute meeting and has managed to make you obsess? Personally I think It's beginning to become psychotic because it's ridiculous and the worst part of it all was that he liked me, he really liked me which for some reason makes me resent Rukia, because if it wasn't for her I'd be able to go to that school and swoon over my bluenette idol, who I want to stab with a French knife. See psychotic right?

"If this goes on any longer I'm going to have to grab a fucking sedative from my dad just to calm down."I mumbled to myself as I began to scribble over my crappy list of schools that I had already trashed with a big no way in hell am I going there.

"If you apply any more pressure to that page I think the tables gonna snap there strawberry." I don't think my head has ever snapped up so fast in my life, in fact I'll probably not only have to go to my dad for sedatives to keep my demons at bay, but I'll probably need to get checked out for whiplash.

"You." I murmured as I gazed into cyan eyes and I found my body heating all over again.

Maybe a fucking hormone controller too because mine are off the fucking chart!

"The names Grimmjow Jagerjaques not you, shouldn't you at least do some research on your schools before you go and apply or audition?"

"I know who you are, when you start referring to me as Ichigo then maybe and only maybe will I think about calling you by your name, blueberry."I hissed out between gritted teeth and I watched his grin grow before he took a seat across from me. I listened to the throaty chuckle that I had begun to enjoy and I had only heard it about three times.

"If you were a cat I think your hair would be on end, claws would be out and you'd be hissing at me, calm down I'm not gonna bite."

"Ya well I might."

"I can't imagine I'd mind that too much, in fact I'd quite enjoy it."That smile was sadistic, troublesome, wait a minute wasn't he supposed to be my teacher?

You told him to go to hell remember Ichigo so technically he isn't going to be teaching you shit.

I could feel a warm blush spread across the bridge of my nose, lighting up my tan complexion and turning that feral smile into a grin that threatened to eat his face. Well it was now known that he liked men, or at least enjoyed toying with them.

"Just leave, why are you even sitting here? I don't want you to be here when my boyfriend gets here so get lost."I spat out as I quickly brought my coffee cup to my lips, making sure to avert my eyes out the large window the stood behind Grimmjow.

"And whys that? Does he feel threatened by me, is there something he should be worried about I-chi-go?"The way he punctuated my name sent small butterflies swooping around my stomach in all there glory. Watching those dazzling gems I found they seemed to reflect different shades of blue, today they coloured a cool aquamarine that was absolutely heart stopping.

Dangerous, that's the word that best describes him. Of course its human nature to run away from what scares you, your mind screams for you to run well sometimes your body doesn't want to agree with those warning signs. With every fibre of my being I struggled to understand why for once my body would not listen to my mind telling it what to do.

"The only thing my boyfriend has to worry about is making it here on time for once, get over your self you may be an amazing dancer but your a bastard of a human being that I have no interest in!"The cool wind that rushed in from the now opened doors flew past both of us and I watched as a sense of victory flashed through his eyes making me furrow my brows in confusion.

"Glad you took notice-"

"Ichi!"Both Grimmjow and I glanced over to see Shiro standing beside our table with a smile that had my heart doing jumping jacks, always that damn smile got to me. Very seldom did he truly smile, usually it was more of a grin or smirk that in some ways reminded me of Grimmjow, the only difference was I enjoyed seeing Shiro's smirk where Grimmjow's just pissed me off.

"Shiro you're late!" I tried to make my tone threatening but it came out more of a whine, all my heat was gone the moment the bastard smiled at me.

"I know but chef wanted me ta-"His words seemed to fad away as he took notice of Grimmjow, causing a silvery brow to cock in question while his eyes freely roamed over the dancers form.

"Ya were the prick that said no to Rukia right?"Shiro was never one to beat around the bush and he knew how much this man bothered me only, because he had to listen to my incessant bitching about him for the past week, must have been getting to him.

"And you must be the tardy boyfriend, yeah?" I watched Grimmjow reach out his hand, sarcastic grin in place as he shook my now agitated boyfriend's hand.

"He was just-"

"I was just leaving, enjoy your coffee."Now standing at his full height I found myself restraining to look at him, to get caught up in admiring the beauty of the bluenette would not be missed by Shiro, so I did my best to avoid eye contact at all costs and pretend to ignore him.

"Talk to you later, Ichi." I felt my back stiffen as he spoke my nickname, his voice low well he whispered it into my ear. Goosebumps appeared across my neck well blood rushed to my face and before I could even get my hand out to shove him away he was gone, walking away with the most victorious grin I had ever seen.

"What the fuck was that?"Shiro questioned, golden eyes burning with anger while he watched the cocky bluenette leave the homey coffee shop.

"Nothing just forget it, he's a fucking asshole just like you said."

"No I called him a prick, you're the one who keeps findin' new words ta label him with."Shaking my head I quickly reached out for his hand, allowing the coolness of his skin to settle my nerves.

Leaning into him I brought up my hand to snake up the back of his neck, relishing in the cool feeling before I tangled long fingers into silver locks. His lips felt cool and slightly chapped from the harsh winter that we were currently being hit with. All my senses lit up at the comforting feel that his lips presented to me, cooling off my heated mood and allowing me to enjoy just him.

"Mmm Ichi." Shiro's voice played through my head and I let out a small shiver at the memory of the sadistic baritone that whispered in my ear, smooth like thick honey that sunk into me, filling up every corner of my mind.

"You were late." I wanted to blame Shiro's tardiness for getting stuck with that bastard, if he had made it on time I wouldn't have had to speak to him, he would have just ignored me. Though this lifted up the question as to why he didn't ignore me in the first place, had I peaked his curiosity when I told him off?

"I'm always late."Shiro murmured against my lips before giving me one more quick peck and taking his seat across from me.

I found myself letting out a deep sigh as I leaned back into my wooden chair and making the legs tilt back well I balanced myself. I always hated it when Shiro said stuff like that, instead of apologizing or hearing that I was upset he pushed it aside with a comment like he had just done. Almost as if to say, you know I'm like this so why are you bothering to get upset? When really the fact is that it gets old after a while, especially when he lacks the decency to call and tell me.

"So I have somethin' I need to tell ya." Pulling me out from my own thoughts I let down my chair so I could focus on him. Golden eyes simmered in excitement that I couldn't place and I found it making my stomach jump and turn, I hated surprises.

"What's that?"

"The head chef and owner of the school sat down and decided tha' I was the best for the job and came to me to offer the chance to travel aboard to France for a year or two."I watched Shiro's worry filter across his face, his large grin seemed to tremble slightly as he waited for my response.

"Oh my god Shiro that's amazing, congratulations! "I beamed out as I reached for his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze, while I allowed my usual furrowed brows to relax to give him a warm smile.

"Thank you Ichi, I love you." He whispered with a soft kiss and I felt my heart beat against my chest.

I didn't want him to leave, I needed him here! Shiro was like my stepping stone, he had helped me through so much and wasn't only my boyfriend but was my best friend as well and now I was loosing both. I could never tell him no, I knew this was his dream and who would I be to tell him no? Two years of love felt completely wasted, two years together and now two years apart, we would never work again. I was too needy, too visual when I loved you. I needed you here to touch, to see and to hear if I wanted to be with you and have you, space reminded me too much of loosing my mother and made me hurt. I remember last year I had been so angry with Shiro that I had called a break, with in a week I was calling him and telling him I missed him. Shiro told me I was too dependant and needed to grow, I didn't see it as that though. It's not that I needed a man or even a relationship to live or be happy, it was just when I had you and loved you I hated to be without you, I wanted to consume you. That's with most people isn't it? When you love someone you would rather be with them then without right?

"You're scared."Shiro called out to me as I exited our bedroom. I had let him go on and on about all his plans well we walked home, allowed all the excitement to poor out of him and pool into me as anxiety.

"I'll miss you."

"I'd hope so! I mean we haven't been together two years for nothin'."

"Don't joke Shiro, I will." I listened to him snicker as I came to join him on the couch. I felt my eyebrows furrow in frustration as I watched him lean into me to place a kiss on my brow.

"Don't be so uptight, I'll be back and I promise to call ya every day."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, you'll be to busy to worry about me."

"But I will either way." Lacing my fingers into his hair I toyed with the silvery spikes that mirrored my own, glancing up to see golden eyes watching me in curiosity.

"I'm not a baby Shiro I can take care of myself, I'm more then capable."

"But you'll still miss me so I worry."

"Oh get over yourself, idiot."

It was my turn to joke as we lay together, tangled in each others arms and legs. Shiro was to be leaving in a week, the sudden rush was because he needed to adapt to the life style as well as try to make it for the new semester. I would miss a lot of things about him, but what I would miss the most would be times like this, where I felt the safest.

"Ichi your phone's goin' off."He murmured into my ear before fishing into my jeans to fetch out the vibrating device.

"Hello?"I asked after glancing at the unknown number who was calling.

"Hey there strawberry how was your coffee?"The deep laughter that filtered through the phone had me stiffening, why was he calling me?

"Why are you calling me? Student applications shouldn't be used for stalking purposes." I hissed out and once again listened to him laugh, only this time it was more of a snort then a chuckle.

"Get over yourself berry, just calling to let you know I'm gonna be taking the midget as well as you so I expect ya down here tomorrow one o clock sharp to fill out forms."My eyes widened immensely before I pulled away from my boyfriend.

"What do you mean your taking her?"

"Are you dumb? What I just said, be here tomorrow at one."Before I had a chance to complain, bitch or even say no for that matter he had hung up on me, leaving me stunned.

"What's wrong?" Turning to Shiro to speak I felt my phone buzz once again and I flipped it open to view a text message, this time it was Rukia.

Pick me up at 12:30 and we'll go together, Danza a sangrar here we come and it's all thanks to you! Thank you a billion, if it wasn't for you saying no he would have never called me and picked me!

"The definition of fate, the element of chance in the affairs of life; the unforeseen and unestimated conditions considered as a force shaping events; fortune; opposing circumstances against which it is useless to struggle; as, fate was, or the fates were, against him."I mumbled to myself as I sat on the couch, Shiro had gone to bed long ago while I still sat up unable to settle my mind. It seemed as if the chips were falling where they may and I couldn't do anything to stop them. Fate, as if it was dragging me along for the ride and now it's given me a chance to run.

"Intuition, a direct perception of truth, fact, etc. Independent of any reasoning process; immediate apprehension."It seemed the apprehension was holding me back, my gut was telling me to run, that this guy meant trouble and that life would be better off staying away but I couldn't just think about me, if I didn't go then he would most definitely kick out Rukia and I couldn't allow that.

Than why the fuck are you sitting out here reading out quotes and meanings from the dictionary? It's already set, so just go to bed!

My mind seemed to scream out at me, berating me for being so stupid and over thinking everything. The worst part of all this was that I was going to have to deal with that bastard everyday. Though deep down, very deep I felt a small excitement at the idea of having him teach me dance, maybe even the idea of being able to dance with him as well.

This isn't about having an asshole for a teacher, he's an amazing dancer that I've dreamed to work with for years now, Shiro's leaving me to go and grow, maybe its time I do the same and just hope for the best.