Alright, I'd like to think I've improved and I got this plot stuck in my head for a bit and found enough passion for the idea to write of it.
- those Personal notes are of Rukia's not of the authors (me XD but then again I did write it...) -

Chapter 1/ epologue with a preview for you to understand a bit of this.

Summary: It didn't matter what she was, it mattered what she was now, She was his servant and he was her master- nothing more, nothing less.

Just as a warning I don't have a beta reader and I barely look over my writing so sorry if you hate the grammar ;_;

EDIT: I reread this chapter added minor words and sentances. Sorry if you still see mistakes, I did what I could.

*bows* well hope you like it

Preview.

"Your kidding right?" the man standing in front of her small form growled. Rukia shook her head wordlessly ,unsure on what exactly to say. Slaves were supposedly male, but she couldn't have let the poor boy live a life of slavory. After all... There were far too many already.

"Will you speak?" he asked again in a lower yet threatening tone. Ignoring her gut feeling that told her to back off and run before she finds herself in trouble she just shook her head once more refusing to even look at him. He grabs her shoulder harshly and glared even harder at the top of her head.

Rukia had been ready to switch places with the small boy who had looked at her shocked and ready to live a life with no freedom... Leaving a boy like that was inexcusable. So of course she took his place... She had done so a few times already, switching places-she saved a few boys here and there, of all ages, and switched into their clothes ruffling her already short raven like hair before covering her eyes with a dull and brittle cloak. Yet this was the first time she had protected someone from the most powerful man in the town

Kurosaki Ichigo- and may she say, with his eyes glaring down at her, she felt as if she had made a big mistake.

no. She knew she had made a mistake.

She wasn't going to be able to escape.

not this time.

Maybe... not ever again.

Personal Note-

It didn't matter who it was that was the supposed 'master' of these kids.
Because lives were not meant to be owned
Nor be wasted.

... Well that was my belief anyways

Chapter one: The Runaway.

She was young, no more then 7 years old, and stupid enough to believe all she heard, and stupid enough to try everything she saw.

Yes, those were the careless days... Living in the rotting streets of her small town Karakura, people around the street were kind- well for the most part at least. A few drug addicts there, a few drinkers that sat on pieces of wood that would have resembled a porch. Though, eventually, even at that age, she figured something out that had been, literally, life turning.

The name of this life turning discovery?

Slavery.

She was seven, she was too feeble-minded and did not realize what had happened to her big brother until it was too late. Her parents had died before she could remember, leaving her, and her siblings to fend for themselves in the small street.

Her name was Rukia, she never even bothered to learn her last name until she realized that she would never be able to find it again. Although she learned to carry on without it, who needed a family name anyways? Rukia had two siblings to live with her at the time, they raised her for few years, and they did quite a fine job for moneyless youth. Unfortunately, it wasn't very long until one day found her sister dead on her bed with a peaceful look as if sleeping.

Being of course,a child... She had no idea what had happened. Well that is until her brother had come into the room with a slight widening of his eyes before falling to his knees letting a mask that had been almost glued onto his face shatter.

Rukia was an idiot, asking brainless things and telling him it was all right, she had made it worse, only worse, and yet did not know why, instead she just asked her brother why he was crying, while she looked at her sister's 'sleeping' face.

It had not been long after until her brother began to think to himself. She often found him staring off to the sky or to a store man selling little candies and foods. His expressions were free, and she found him leaving the house frequintly only to come home with a disappointed look on his face.

That is, until a month later.

Her brother disappeared with a noble man without any words.

The seven year old mind could not comprehend what this had meant, she had not known where her brother was going or where he had gotten the money that could've lasted for years. Although through her confusion she was forced to learn things... This was when she started to think. This was when she learned a way of life that she had turned a blind eye to just to keep the happiness in her small family that no longer existed in this world.

She grew too quickly.

Yet, Rukia never regreted learning any of those things in life, her brother had been auctioned, brought by the noble man who had only so much chucked money at her with a revolted look on his face before leaving with her brother without any goodbye's.

For the matter of living, she had to explore and learn the ways of life in the streets of Karakura.

She went around, she got hurt, she healed, she learned.

Eventually, this became a repeating cycle for her, she had learned of abuse through this, learned of drugs and alchohol aswell- which before you get the image in her head of a 9 year old drinking alchohol, she never tried it. She had only seen and observed the men that laughed they're troubles away on the broken down porches, because of course, she was just not that stupid.

Her days outside began to blur as time passed, the ideas and knowledge getting stored in her head, the days seemed to duplicate... The years seemed to pass, and it wasn't long before she defended a boy from being sold.

You see... When Rukia had turned the age of 15 she had come across a boy that made her stop breathing momentarily, he had looked like her brother had before he disappeared. He was going to be auctioned just like he had aswell, and Rukia couldn't stop the force around her heart as if it was being beaten repeatedly by a dirty stick. He was following a man, his hand in chains and a passive look on his face as if he would not regret what was to come.

Her brain seemed to slow down the pace of the world around her and found herself with a strong urge to go and protect.

Rukia had stared at the tall man with brown hair that had been leading the poor boy to his 'fate'. She did what she knew at the time, and roughly skid right under him successfully causing him to fall to the ground with a satisfying 'thump'. She didn't even care how much pain she granted the man on the floor, her mind was too occupied with the boy that had wide eyes as he gaped at her small form that had been kicking the man that was on the ground.

She grit her teeth when she glanced down only to find the man conscious. Rukia finally lifts her foot high up in the air kicking him right on the left side of his skull knocking him unconscious. Standing still for a moment she blinks down as she processes what she had done before a victorious grin came on her face. Still grinning at her accomplishment she finally turned to the boy noting what he was wearing

He had a cloak on, it was light brown and covered most of his body except for his head, but he could have hidden it anyways with it's hood that rested on his shoulders. His face was still in shock with wide grey eyes, dried up mud covered his cheeks, she sighed at the dirt on his face as he gawked at her. Rukia knew it would only be a matter of time before others would come search for his comrade and the boy, naturally she ruffled her hair that went down to her shoulders making it look messier then it already was.

"Give me your cloak, after that, I want you to run as far as you can from here..." she takes off her worn out shoe and takes out whatever money she had inside of it before pressing it on the palms of the boy "... I'll be fine, I'm a good runner I've survived all these years." she reassures him smiling confidently as he nodded in awe taking off his cloak and grabbing onto the money she gave him tightly.

He opens his mouth slightly then closes it as he blushes looking at her. Rukia changes her confident smile to comforting and pats his shoulder as she puts on his cloak, covering her face with a grin.

"Now..." she whispers, pushing him with little force away from her.

"Run."

The yells of men coming from around the corner were finally audable, her thoughts were correct, they were searching for their comrade, and well... technically speaking, her. The boy looked back hesitatantly as his eyes widened again seeing the men that were huddled behind her. Rukia only smiled knowingly as she slowly lifted her hand to wave for a moment. After that she dropped her hand and glanced over her shoulder to the men.

This was the first time she had ever done this, the first time she had helped an ill-fated boy, her first act of being the Runaway.

Because as soon as the men were to grab her she sprinted away, as far as her legs could take her, and eventually the the hood came off her head.

And soon enough the men had realized.

She wasn't their slave, but a defender, this was their first problem about her. Rukia had been sure of her abilities ever since then, and now, she wanted to help.

There was a feeling of pride and happiness in her chest, just for the fact that she had helped someone from a fate not worth living. She ran and ran until her lungs were burning and her face was burning and even after they stopped chasing her to condemn her for her 'sin' she still continued with the happy feeling coursing through her body.

The roads seemed to lead the way in front of her and she couldn't stop

This was the begginning of her reputation

But it was only nearing closer to the real beginning of our story.

Personal Note:
when your feeling down
Just start running, you'll find yourself out of breath and tired before collapsing on the ground
You'd be to exausted to even think of troubles.

Alright! lets start this thing! Please leave a review and tell me your thoughts, I'll try to correct anything you guys point out.