The Only One

A/N: In regards to a review about the bike, I had a friend help decide on what kind of bike and oddly enough thats what it was referred to as. Not sure if the webpage was wrong but I did a lookup and still found the big by that spelling, so not sure if it's wrong or not. But thanks, I might have to look further into it and change it. Not sure if it's the same kind of bike or not. Other than that thanks to those that reviewed and hope you enjoy this chapter.



Chapter Two




Grimmjow was bordering on boredom and amusement. Out of the twelve tables lined up in the place, only three were in use. A couple of males were using the one on the far end, and the one across from them was now in use by two rather young couples. At first he hadn’t been sure about the second couple, without closer inspection one might mistake the smallest person for a male. The baggy pants hid any curves the girl might have, if she had any. The top did however accent a pair of small but pert breasts that he could see. There was also her voice and the way she moved, not to mention the face. Of course the girl dulled in comparison to her friend, who was more than endowed with feminine attributes. One thing he loved on a woman, a nice firm set of breasts.


Within minutes the petite female was bickering with the strawberry blonde about something stupid. Watching only a few minutes proved that the guy with glasses had a thing for the little one. A casual look here, a longing look there, the boy had it bad. If he wasn’t mistaken the orange haired guy was Ichigo Kurosaki. He knew the name and face from his karate instructor. If rumors were true then this boy could hold his own in a fight. Perhaps without the prospect of getting laid he might find some form of fun tonight.


Ulquiorra could see his friend watching the other occupants with interest. He placed his concentration on his next shot, not caring what was happening at the other table. Sure, the girls were cute but he had no desire to watch them. The one with the huge boobs would be lucky if Grimmjow didn’t try to take her home. He never understood that obsession, they were just assets. He’d rather find himself a quiet and smart girl; if and when he decided to get involved. He didn’t want someone that liked to talk or was silly.


Both of them kept silent as the fireworks went on next door. There was a football game at the local college which explained the lack of people in the establishment. Later this evening it would be packed with those looking to play and get wasted. Grimmjow reached into his coat pocket to withdraw a cigarette and his lighter.


“Your shot,” pale features gave little sign to the inner thoughts making him want to frown. The orange haired girl was rather loud, annoying. Was that her idea showing support?




“You can do it,” Inoue clapped her hands together, wishing her boyfriend luck. If he sunk this shot it meant that Uryuu would be the one buying breakfast. What did that mean for her? Being from a rich family he’d let her order whatever she wanted from the menu. Not that she cared whether or not her significant other had money; she just loved to sample a few things from the menu. Tatsuki wanted to go to the twenty-four hour breakfast cafe in town. The idea of peaches and whip cream smothered over her pancakes had her cheering louder.


“My turn,” a slight chuckle and Tatsuki was up to the table. Ichigo was making a few choice sounds underneath his breath. The shot had been a difficult one without the guy risking sinking the eight ball. She and Uryuu still had two balls on the table. “Eleven ball in the corner pocket.”


“Nice one,” Inoue couldn’t help but praise her friend as the ball was sent spinning towards the destined hole. Everyone here was better at playing than herself.


“Shit!” Ichigo rubbed his brow in frustration; he’d be paying for their meal. Tatsuki smirked as she managed to put the last ball into place.


“Eight ball in the face,” a solid whack sent the black ball rolling. With that Tatsuki had to give herself a much needed pat on the back. She was getting better at this game.


“You can’t call it like that,” Ichigo exclaimed, not liking the pun. “What the hell, I demand a rematch.” He was low on cash and he’d seen the look on Inoue’s face as soon as pancakes were mentioned.


“Ohhhhhh, can I break the balls?” Said hungry female jumped up at the chance to do so. The last three rounds she’d been denied the chance to start the game. She was sure she could do a good job of it.


“That sounds rather painful Inoue,” Uryuu pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose while trying not to laugh at the girl’s enthusiasm. If only she would understand what a guy could take from that question. As clumsy as the girl was it was possible that she just might do that if a poor male were standing in the line of fire. “I see no harm in it.”


“Whatever, as long as I get the rematch,” Ichigo was just as smart as his friend. Both males casually strolled to the corner and behind the two females.


“Thanks,” she rubbed the blue chalk over the tip of her stick as Tatsuki put the balls into place. She wasn’t any good at racking them either; if she tried they’d all roll as soon as she lifted the plastic piece. ‘I can do this. It can’t be that hard, I just have to hit as hard as I can so the collision is good.’ A little mental cheering always helped, she smiled as Tatsuki told her it was ready. Inoue bent over the table, positioning her stick exactly how she’d been taught. ‘Hit them hard!’ She released a pent up breath and sent the stick forward aiming for the white ball.


Tatsuki groaned and slapped her forehead as the stick took the cue ball low, managing to send it forward and up. The silence was so thick; the distinct sound of it slamming into something solid filled the air. She’d always heard of bad shit happening in slow motion and now she believed it. The ball came to a stop near a pair of black shoes, “oh, shit.”


“Oops,” she couldn’t believe she just did that. Inoue felt heat rush to her cheeks; horror filled her eyes as the guy turned around and gave their table a thorough look. It wouldn’t take much for him to figure out who’d just nailed him in the back. She’d been so preoccupied she hadn’t noticed that there was someone else playing near them. Now she couldn’t help but look the two over. The one she hit was rather large and bulky with light teal hair. The other had hair so dark it made him pale to the eyes but both were extremely cute. She’d just assaulted a hot guy with a ball!


Seeing the guy palm their needed ball, Tatsuki stepped forward and crossed the space. It put her near the smirking male that was ogling Inoue’s chest. Keeping her irritation at bay she held out her hand. “Sorry about that, it was an accident. Can we have the ball back please?”


“What?” Grimmjow took his eyes away from the busty girl to look at the one standing facing him with an outstretched palm. Did they really think he’d just let it slide at that? Was he supposed to believe that the girl hadn’t hit him on purpose? No one could suck that bad at playing. It hadn’t hurt, just surprised and made him pause.


“I said can I have the ball back? Are you deaf? Sorry, I’ll repeat it a little louder this time.” Tatsuki could see the merriment dancing in the guy’s eyes. He wasn’t going to just hand it over. She cleared her throat, “CAN WE HAVE OUR BALL BACK PLEASE?”


“No,” he shrugged and gave her his back. They could have it back when he was ready to give it back; a penalty for losing it in the first place. Also a part of him wanted to see what the little girl would do.


Ulquiorra kept his eyes on the brunette as she gave his friend a look that would make lesser men cower. It was his turn to shoot but he kept still as the female gave an outraged grunt before walking around Grimmjow. It was almost amusing, seeing her determined strides take her to his left. A brow lifted as her hand quickly swiped over their table to find a replacement ball.


Tatsuki wasn’t going to play his games. They’d come to play pool and not deal with an inconsiderate ass that obviously liked to start trouble. What else could describe the male not far from her? The wicked grin that had yet to leave his face made her stomach do a strange little flip but she willed herself to ignore it. Sure, he was cute and he probably knew it. Eyes almost the same shade as the thick hair stared her down. Well, she wasn’t backing down.


Grimmjow let her get a few steps towards the other table before interfering. She halted in her tracks as his hand shot out to lace fingers around a fragile wrist. It was so tiny he could probably squeeze and snap it without trying. “Sorry babe, but I don’t remember giving you permission to touch my balls.”


“A guy like you, I doubt any girl really needs permission.” Tatsuki glared down at the large hand that had a firm grip on her. She wasn’t an idiot; she could feel the strength just in his hand.


“Get your hands off of her.” Ichigo saw the look Tatsuki gave him but let it roll down his back. He knew she was the type of girl that liked to handle things herself but he wouldn’t just stand here while some jerk gave her a hard time. Inoue was his girlfriend but Tatsuki and he had been friends since they were kids.


“What if I don’t want to? She doesn’t have much upstairs but she’s not half bad. Or can I swap her for your girl?” Grimmjow felt a rush of excitement as Ichigo Kurosaki’s anger began to rise. Would he be able to provoke a fight? Just what was the little girl to him? Earlier actions indicated that he was with the one with tits.


“It’d be best if you released her, unless you are hoping to provoke an issue.” Uryuu wasn’t as good at fighting as Ichigo but his own temper was getting stirred as the male kept his hand on Tatsuki. He should of said something instead of letting her go on over to handle things.


“Ah, would you like to try me as well Glasses? Is she yours?” Grimmjow kept his gaze upon Ichigo. “Are you both going to rush to her defense?”


“If need be,” Uryuu took a step forward, he’d gladly rush forward. He couldn’t stand to watch a man mistreating a lady. Without his hidden feelings being involved, she was also his friend.


“You might want to rethink that,” Grimmjow remarked sensing Ulquiorra coming up behind him. He didn’t need his friend’s assistant but if the two tried to jump him then it wouldn’t matter.


“Hai, not only do you take to pawing women but you can’t fight on your own. What’s the difference between us two rushing you and you picking on a defenseless female?” Ichigo could see he hit a nerve as the smile fell from the guy’s face. Good, that weird grin had begun to freak him out.


“I don’t care to be called defenseless.” Tatsuki had about enough of them talking around her. She rolled her eyes and made her move. She bent one knee, enabling her to swing the other leg in an arc; aiming for the back of his knees. It irked her when just a second before impact, the legs disappeared. She hadn’t been able to hit him but in order to move away from the blow it had forced him to release her wrist.


“Not bad,” Grimmjow chuckled as the girl quickly moved further away from him. So, she wasn’t a complete waste of space. He almost hadn’t moved in time, it had been close.


“You okay Tatsuki?” Inoue rushed to her friend’s side. She’d been too concerned to move. What if something bad had happened to Tatsuki because of her clumsiness?


“Alright you guys, take it outside.” The booming voice came from a bald man wearing a bright orange shirt. An inscription stated that he was security and that he meant business. “If you can’t keep it civil take it elsewhere.”


“Fine, we were just leaving.” Grimmjow smiled at the two girls standing on the other side of their pool table. “Catch you later Kurosaki.”



“How did he know Ichigo’s name?” Inoue blurted the question out making the other two females sitting with her pause in their homework.


“Who,” Rukia answered it with a question of her own. She’d just sat down ten minutes ago and barely had time to get her book out much less catch up on her gossip. It was Sunday and that meant Lady’s Day. As usual they’d meet at their favorite café for lunch for some light studying and then discuss what to do for the evening.


“Oh, the other night we went out to play pool. There was a guy there, two of them, and one of them tried to start a fight. I’m sure that when he was leaving he called Ichigo by name.” Inoue put down her pencil and looked at Tatsuki to make sure she hadn’t been hearing things.


“I think he goes to Sasouke’s to train.” Tatsuki had given it much thought even if she wasn’t about to admit it. It bothered her that he’d easily dodged her attack. In the women’s division she was one of the best but she knew there were many out there that she couldn’t beat. Ichigo was one of them and obviously so was this asshole that had grabbed her.


“Really, I guess he did look like he worked out but Ichigo says he doesn’t know him.” That said she picked her pencil back up and sighed.


“Okay, I guess I should have gone out with you on Friday.” Rukia took a sip of her iced tea and glanced over the geography textbook. “Was it fun and were they cute?”


“I had a good time; I liked the breakfast part best.” Inoue wanted to go back and have another helping of those fluffy eggs and bacon with banana syrup. “I really didn’t notice how they looked.”


“Whatever, she noticed.” Tatsuki highlighted a rather longwinded phrase in her notebook before looking at Rukia. She loved their friend just for having the courage to be shorter than herself. “She isn’t going to admit it because she’s with Ichigo. They were both very cute. One didn’t say anything at all and the other talked too much.”


“I didn’t really, I’m happy with Ichigo.” The protest was a little forced and she couldn’t help but blush. “I love Ichigo and I try not to stare at other guys.”


“It’s only natural to look. Do you honestly think Ichigo doesn’t check out other girls?” Tatsuki really hoped her friend wasn’t that naïve. There was nothing wrong with looking or appreciating the opposite sex. Even though she had no intention of dating, she still admired the male figure. “Besides, what I really want to know. How can you say that you love him? How do you really know when you love someone?”


“I think its true love when you can wake up next to him and his morning breath doesn’t offend.” Rukia turned a page in her book without thinking. She glanced up, “What? What do you want me to say? Okay, remember last year when I was dating Ikaku? We didn’t go all the way but he stayed over one time and when I woke up next to him I almost retched.”


“Yeah, immunity to halitosis is the sure sign of true love.” The fighter inside Tatsuki cackled at the thought. If she found a guy it’d have to be one that wasn’t scared of her and didn’t mind her lifestyle.


“I just want someone to love me for myself. He has to be okay with trying new foods.” Inoue held up two fingers and placed the third next. “Oh, he has to like mystery movies, he has to have a job because I’ll want to go shopping and he won’t mind if I put my cold hands on his back.”


“Should we be making a list?” Rukia already knew who she wanted but didn’t have high hopes. The only one that knew of her crush was Tatsuki so far. Last month she’d had to confess and confide in someone. It sucked falling for someone that thought you were untouchable. She’d grown up with Renji around, him being four years older than her. He’d gone away three years ago to college and had returned three months ago to work for her brother. Ever since he came back she knew her feelings for him had changed. It was hard to look upon him as Byakuya’s best friend when the woman inside of her was demanding she dive beneath that crisp suit and see if he got any new tattoos that she could fondle.


“No, I got it all wrote down at home.” This comment caused them all to break out in laughter. Each one knew what they wanted; it was finding it that was the hard part.


“What are the plans for tonight?” Tatsuki shifted in her seat seeing more kids come into the café. She wouldn’t stay out late due to planning on going to the gym tomorrow after school.


“A movie?” there was a comedy that Inoue was dying to see.


“We did that last weekend. Why don’t we hit Salisbury’s, everything is free.” Rukia had heard about it from a few girls in her gym class. Sundays the ladies were free and they’d be able to get in. It was a rather loud dance club but it’d be different. “Put on our dancing shoes for the evening?”


“Alright, I’m in. What about you Tatsuki?”


“Eh? Do you really want me to go dancing? I might embarrass you.” Tatsuki hadn’t danced in over a year. The place would be crowded so who’d really pay attention to her? “Okay, but where shall we meet?”


“My place,” Rukia smiled. Tonight was going to be fun; she’d make sure of it. She just wouldn’t inform them that she had a personal reason for wanting to attend the club tonight.



“I know you don’t plan on walking out of the house in that.” Byakuya had to blink several more times to ensure that it was indeed his sister standing in the doorway of the closet. The little black top was almost a halter but one of the sleeves were partly attached and the other had been ripped clean off at the shoulder. It was also leaving about two inches of midriff showing, three inches too short in his opinion. If the shirt wasn’t bad enough, something had attacked the skirt. The fad of miniskirts must be back in style big time because there was no other way to describe it. It was red leather with a matching black belt, but it had to cut promptly off at the edge of her ass. If she were to bend over the world would know how she felt. “Go upstairs and change.”


“What?” There was no way she was going to change; she’d bought the outfit today. Now where were her boots? This had to do the trick or she was entering a nunnery. Renji was taking some girl to the club tonight and she had to catch his eye. A year ago she would have slapped herself for going through so much trouble for a guy.


“You heard me, I forbid you to leave wearing that gaudy outfit.” Byakuya promptly turned his head to the right when she decided to bend over. “If you try to leave I’ll ground you for a month.” There was no way she was going clubbing in that thing. Their parents would turn over in their grave if she were to come home pregnant by some loser.


“Yes sir,” like hell! She grabbed the other missing boot hiding behind one of his umbrellas. The girls would be here any minute and she still had to apply her makeup. A quick diversion would be needed if she wanted to get out without changing. If she knew her brother he’d be waiting in the living room to for her to come back down.


She left her bedroom door open hearing the vehicle pulling up in the drive. A single coat of gloss was applied to her mouth and a dash of red eye shadow. She was running the brush through her shoulder length hair for the last time when the two girls came into the bedroom looking rearing to go. Tatsuki was wearing white; a spaghetti halter top that covered her midsection, smocked pants with an elastic waist that showed off her waist and strapped heels. Inoue had on a blue jersey dress with a scoop neckline that ended right above the knees and matching flats.


“Ready?” Tatsuki eyed the scantily clad Rukia. “Did I miss something? I thought we were going clubbing not looking to get raped.”


“We are but there is someone there that I want to impress.” Rukia knew that the other girl knew exactly who she was referring to without it having to be said. There was only one guy she had her eyes on and she meant to have him. One thing she’d learned from her hard headed brother, it was to fight for what she wanted. She was a fighter and there was no denying how she felt.


“You look hot, this guy is going to faint.” Inoue felt kind of underdressed seeing Rukia all decked out to kill. She just didn’t feel right wearing anything too revealing or flashy. Just like Tatsuki would never be caught dead in a dress or anything too tight fitting.


“I’ll take him drooling; a nosebleed is a good sign too.” Rukia gave her reflection one last glance. “Okay, here is the deal. Mr. B isn’t going to let me out of the house. So, I need you two to do something for me.”


Five minutes later both girls were going back down the staircase. Tatsuki repressed a giggle seeing that it was as their friend said. Byakuya was sitting on the couch ‘reading his newspaper’. The guy was really overprotective but damn he was a tall drink of water. Shame he was so much older than herself and was engaged. “You should really have some kind of light, that’ll hurt your eyes.”


“Hai, where is Rukia?” He wouldn’t be embarrassed at being caught waiting. He could see the print just fine. Both of Rukia’s friends were dressed decent. What had made his sister think to wear something so revealing? Was she seeing someone? He hadn’t noticed her spending any extra time away from home. Whoever the guy was he was sure that the man wasn’t good enough for her.


“Oh, she is upstairs changing.” Inoue felt bad about saying it but the slight flush of her cheeks went unnoticed by the older man. “We’re going to wait in the car instead of bothering you.”


“Very well, you girls have a pleasant evening and stay out of trouble.” Byakuya waved them off with a flick of the wrist. Good, perhaps if he couldn’t talk some sense into his sister then her friends would make sure she dressed appropriately.


Tatsuki grabbed Inoue’s arm and propelled them both towards the door. With any luck they could make a clean break before he figured it out. The cool wind hit her full on the face as soon as the thick wooden door shut behind them. It was a blessing that the path to the car, her mother’s Saturn, was nothing but pavement. It made running to it simple enough and without incident.


Just as they opened the front doors, the sound of a window being opened drew their attention. It was hilarious to see the tiny red purse being tossed towards the car to land on the driveway. Slim but short legs were tossed over the edge followed by Rukia’s head. The short girl squawked at the cold before turning her body while hanging onto the window sill. Tatsuki unable to just stand there ran to the dangling girl in time to get a panty shot. “At least they aren’t granny panties.” She reached out to help break Rukia’s fall causing them to stumble back a bit.


“I could have put on thongs,” Rukia righted her skirt before finding her purse. “Let’s go before he finds me gone. He’ll probably come running out as soon as he hears the car start.”



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