Chapter 1

"Dad! Breakfast is ready!"

A sixteen-year old girl hollered as she placed a plate on the table for her sleepyhead father. She ate her breakfast rather quickly since she had to get ready for school soon. Ugh, Karakura High is such a pain. A vein in the girl's forehead stuck out in frustration as she finished her meal and, yet, her father was still in bed. She placed her dish in the sink and walked to his room. His carrot top head was sticking out from underneath the covers.

"Wakey, wakey!"

She yelled and yanked off his covers.

"Masaki, just a few more minutes."

Masaki crossed her arms and tapped her foot in an irritating manner.

"You have to be at the Kurosaki Clinic in thirty minutes and you're not dressed. Get up!"

She yelled even closer to her father's ear. Ichigo Kurosaki could be the laziest person in the country when he wanted to be. Masaki left the room to get ready for school. The uniforms were unbecoming; a white button up with a way-too-short skirt. Not really her style. She sighed as she looked in the mirror to put up that long orange hair into a sloppy bun. Violet eyes stared straight back from a picture on the mirror of a black-haired woman that stood next to Ichigo with a small bundle in her arms. Apparently, from what she had been told, her mother passed away in a car crash a few months after Masaki was born. Ichigo spoke highly of her all the time and it pained her to know she'll never get the chance to know the beautiful woman in the photograph.

"You never know what your future holds"

A voice in the back of Masaki's mind, stated. She always took it as her conscious talking to her because it's always a reassuring voice. She walk out of her room to the kitchen were Ichigo is gulfing down his breakfast.

"Good you finally decided to get up!"

He chuckled in between his chewing. She walked by him heading towards the front door.

"Have a good day at school, Short Stuff. Learn something!"

He yelled after me. For a house of two people, this was a loud house.

"QUIT CALLING ME THAT!"

Masaki screamed from the doorway. All in all, he was right, as usual. She was short and only reached about five feet, which really sucks.

"I love you!"

He said before the carrot top closed the door, which made her smile. Ichigo and Masaki were close. They were all each other had. School for her was usually really boring, so she doodled random pictures of wolves in her notebook. Needless to say, her drawings looked like a five year old drew them, but it was better than nothing. Classes were just too easy and some times lessons dragged for days. She usually spent time with her best friend, Kei Ishida. Unfortunately he wasn't here today; maybe his mother's cooking finally gave him food sickness. Masaki's face turned pale. Orihime-san's food wasn't the best. She made rather weird contraptions that the girl usually tried to push down my throat out of politeness.

When classes let out, Masaki rushed to Tatsuki's dojo. Training with Tatsuki-sensei made even the worst day wonderful. Plus, size never mattered in karate. Everyone underestimated her shortness, but she could prevail. Practice usually lasted till it was dark outside and everyone went home. Masaki usually had to walk back home alone because her father was always busy at the clinic. It was never really a bother. It gave her time to speak to the spirits she could see. Masaki had never told anyone of her little "gift," not even Ichigo. She already had enough teasing on her plate from her hair, her shortness, and her eyes for being such an unusually color. Adding "seeing spirits" on top of the list just didn't seem too appealing.

"Help!"

A small voice screamed off to the left. Masaki quickly looked around till her eyes finally caught onto what screamed. A small, soul girl with two, black pigtails ran towards her with some thing chasing after her. It was a black type figure with a hole in its chest and a white mask.

"Help me please!"

The girl screamed again and Masaki dropped her book bag ran towards the girl before she could get more details in as to what this thing looked like. Masaki, still in her karate uniform, jumped up as high as she could and kicked the white masked creature in the face. The creature just laughed.

"What a pathetic excuse for an attack."

Masaki's eyes widened in fear. What was this thing?

"I'm rather shocked you can see me, since I can't detect any reiatsu coming from you. Mmm, that must mean your soul's quite yummy."

The thing continued to howl in laughter so Masaki took the opening and grabbed the young soul girl's hand. She bolted off in a random direction trying to get the girl and herself to safety. Masaki ended up running in between two buildings somewhere in town. No one was on the streets. There wasn't anyone to help.

"Thank you for saving me, Miss. I am Aiko."

Masaki was panting for air as the little girl introduced herself.

"What was that thing?"

She managed to finally speak.

"I'm not sure, Miss."

Aiko looked down in shame that she couldn't answer the easy question.

"We should be safe now Aiko."

Masaki smiled at the little girl trying her hardest to cheer her up.

"I'm Masaki, by the way."

Aiko wrapped her small arms around Masaki's waist.

"Thank you so much!"

She squealed. Who wouldn't be happy to get away from that thing? Suddenly, a cruel laugh came from behind Masaki.

"You think you're that good to escape me?! Wrong!"

Masaki turned around slowly; her eyes wide with fear once again and her blood drained from her face. A huge hand smacked her against the wall. She struggled to push herself up and screamed.

"Run Aiko!"

The small girl was frozen in fear.

"Never interrupt a hollow when it's found his dinner, fool, because now you've become the main course!"

The "hollow" thing grabbed Masaki with its oversized hand and squeezed. She coughed out blood as the hollow squeezed tighter.

"I'll save you for last!"

He yelled in pure joy and slung her against the next building. Masaki felt so weak as she lay on the ground. Blood trickled from the side of her mouth and head and her pieces of her hair clung to her face with sweat.

"Come on, Masaki!"

That voice, her conscious, was back. She pushed up again with all her might as she heard Aiko scream once more. Masaki finally managed to get herself up onto her feet. Only one thing was massively different this time. A chain was stuck to her chest.

"What?"

She wondered as she followed the chain with her eyes. She gasped at the sight as she saw what she was connected to. Her own body laid mangled next the wall of the building.

"Look down."

Her conscious told her. She did as told. Something like a hilt of sword stuck out from where her heart was. Masaki shook in fear. If she was punctured, why did she feel no pain?

"Pull me out."

Masaki grabbed the black hilt adorned with a sapphire at the end and pulled it out. A midnight blue blade was starting to reveal itself from her skin. She yanked the rest of it out. The blade was short, but rather large and had small, jagged grooves on both edges. Masaki admired its craftsmanship. It was something beautiful.

"Attack!"

The voice yelled and Masaki rushed to the hollow that had Aiko in his gripping hands. She raised the sword above her head severing the arm, which held Aiko. Blood splattered everywhere.

"Damn you, shinigami!"

The hollow retracted in pain. What was a shinigami? In the hollows outrage fit, his only hand caught hold of Masaki's chain, breaking it.

"Strike!"

The voice screamed, yet again. The teenager lifted her sword again and jumped up as close to the hollows head as she could, slashing down through the mask. The hollow screamed in pain once more and finally disintegrated into thin air. Masaki was completely out of breath and exhausted. She hadn't even noticed the sword had disappeared as she fell backwards towards the ground, her eyes were closed her eyes. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. She expected to hit the asphalt with a hard crash, but the pain never came. She opened eyes only to meet the gaze of turquoise eyes. Gorgeous eyes. She was laid softly on the ground.

"You're safe now."

His voice was soothing. He had snow-white hair and some weird, black outfit on with a white haori.

"Who are you?"

Masaki managed to mumble, as he pulled out a sword similar to the one she had previously.

"Captain Hitsugaya. I'm going to send you off to a nice place now okay? The Soul Society is a wonderful residence."

Masaki shook her head.

"But, my dad?"

He placed the hilt of his sword to her head and a bright light took over everything. Where was she going? What about her father!?

"No!"

Masaki screamed before she turned into a black butterfly.

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Hope you guys enjoyed! Sorry for such a slow start, it'll pick up fast. Tell me if yall liked it! Review please, lovelies!

By the way, I'm setting this up after all the arcs have taken place.

I do not own Bleach in anyway!