Chapter 1: The Walking Dead?!

"Hey mute kid! You're in my seat!" a classmate of mine yells in my face, breaking me from my thoughts. I merely looked up at him with my big ice blue eyes with a complete stone face, not angry, not sad, not upset, but just blank. He flinched back but seemed determined to make me move. I'm not all that threatening I think at least. I have lavender, curly hair that goes down to my waist and bangs that are always getting in my eyes. He's right though I don't typically talk, at least not to people at school. They don't understand me, so I don't waste my breath. It's not that I dislike them or anything. I just don't want to waste either of our times. My silence seemed to further infuriate my classmate, and he responded in his anger by pushing me out of the seat and to the ground. My head hit the blunt edge of an adjacent desk, and I tasted blood in my mouth as I bit my tongue to avoid crying out.

"Oi, Oshima! Leave the poor girl alone! She wasn't doing anything wrong," I heard a voice say. I turned to see one of my fellow classmates, but I didn't know his name. He had carrot top hair and a look of annoyance on his face with his book bag slung over his shoulder. See, I recently moved to this school about 2 weeks ago, and I had no desire to know anyone here because I figured I wouldn't be staying here that long anyways. Oshima glared at the carrot top fellow before huffing and stomping out of the room. The boy who stood up for me approached me and held a hand out to me to help me. I merely stood up on my own. I didn't mean any offense, and it was nice to see that my classmate wasn't offended as he shrugged.

"My name is Ichigo Kurosaki. Your name is Shinkiro Ogawa right? We're in the same class," the guy introduced himself nonchalantly. I merely nodded slightly, confirming that he had to my name right. This guy seemed…different than the other people at this school, not in the whole I think he's kind of cute kind of way or anything. I just mean his aura or lack thereof… Oh yeah I forgot to mention the people I do talk to are more like spirits or as I've always called them "the angels". Only these angels aren't clothed in white or have wings or halos or anything. They wear black and white robes and carry swords that change into different forms. I've only met a handful of them though. I see various other spirits that aren't like this at all. I'm not devoutly religious or anything which probably makes very little sense to most people because I wear a small silver cross around my neck. I call these people angels because I've seen them take down these giant demon-looking things with white masks and holes in their chests. So yeah, long story short, I can see dead people and talk to them. I know I know totally unoriginal right? But I can also see auras around the living and the dead that mirror their emotions, except around myself and now this Ichigo person. I guess I must have been staring though because Kurosaki-san seemed a little weirded out.

"Hey Ogawa-san, it's lunch time. If you'd like, you can come eat lunch with me and my friends. I can make sure that Oshima doesn't mess with you again," Ichigo said walking off not waiting for my response. That was probably a good idea on his part, and he probably realized I didn't have much else of a choice. I really had enough bruises without dealing with some oversized testosterone imbalanced oaf. Either way, I followed Ichigo up to the roof where his friends already were. My eyes widened. There were four people whose auras I couldn't see out of all the people on the roof. One of them was a girl who had dark hair that went down to right past her shoulders. The other girl I couldn't see the aura of was large chested and had insanely long straight orange hair. The boy who I couldn't see the aura of was a large dark skinned man with curly dark hair. The other boy who I couldn't see the aura of was guy with dark red hair and black tattoos all over his face. I could feel my pulse rising in alarm. I wasn't use to this, but I couldn't help myself. I was curious. I had to get to know these people. This meant I had to…talk to them…

"Shinkiro-chan! Hi!" the orange haired girl exclaimed running up to me hugging me tightly and taking me even more by surprise. The other members of the group sweat dropped at the girl's obvious obliviousness to my more than a little obvious discomfort with the bone crushing hug.

"Orihime-san, put Ogawa-san down. She can't breathe, and she's very obviously uncomfortable," a purple-haired guy with glasses stated matter of factly. Orihime released me, and I took a few deep breaths. The hug itself wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't had a couple of bruised ribs before that due to an "accident" that happened at home.

"Oh my gosh! Thanks for telling me Uryu-kun! I would've never noticed. I was just so excited about Shinkiro-chan eating lunch with us!" Orihime responded to the guy I personally noted to remember was Uryu. I nodded my thanks towards Uryu before sitting on the edge of the roof and looking out across Karakura Town. It really did seem like a rather peaceful place up here.

"Excuse me, Ogawa-san is it?" a female voice broke me out of my thoughts. I looked over and saw the dark-haired girl I noticed earlier, the one with no aura. Wait a minute… I recognize her. She's one of the angels I've seen around here before. Now that I think about it… Ichigo looks like one of them too! But I hadn't talked to Ichigo yet… It didn't make sense. None of these people were dead. They can't be angels…