Hello everyone! This time I have ventured into the Bleach Fandom! Hopefully I won't get kicked out.

The Warnings: It's a Bleach Fanfic, of course it's going to have death, blood, guts, and gore. Though for now it's rated T. It's AU and an OC Self-Insert at that. Chapters will mostly be short, as this is just something I'm having fun with.

Full Summery: So I died, which sucked. Now I've been de-aged to a 12 year old, my looks altered, possibly brain-washed, remember nothing personal about myself, and stuck in one of the most bloody and deadly manga I have ever read. And have I mentioned just who my brother is?

? POV

Even after all this time dealing with it, death still doesn't make sense to me.

And I died.

What is this world coming to when even dead people can't comprehend death?

Eh, probably just the stress getting to me.

But I digress. I'll just keep confusing myself going this route.

But yeah, when I died by an air-condition unit falling on me and cracking my head open like an egg, I think I'm entitled to being a bit confused. Though I'm sure watching everybody scream and yell as they see my dead body should clue me in better, I admit I was in quite a bit of shock. Then denial, anger, before acceptance of the fact that my life sucked and is officially over.

No use crying over the already spilt milk. Or blood in this case.

Watching as the police gather around my corpse is a bit embarrassing, but seeing the poor pale-faced family that owed the unit is just sad. Apparently, they were in the process of installing a new AC for their apartment, the dad just going into the kitchen for a drink when his kids, who were rough-housing, bumped into the unit, causing it to fall out the window. Where it preceded in landing on me.

Yup, complete accident.

Still sucks, but I can forgive an accident.

And as soon as I think that, then I get this extremely soothing feeling, like going to sleep after a trying day. Naturally, being the sleep deprived person I am, I completely accept it, welcoming the calm oblivion that follows.

Next time I wake up, I find I'm snuggled up against a rather warm body. Wait, wasn't I just dead a minute ago? Why the hell am I snuggling at all?

It takes me a bit to get all the wool stuck in my head cleaned out and straightened, but soon I noticed a few things.

One, I'm near what looks like a dirt path, lying on some grass.

Two, I'm wearing what looks like a white yukata, done up all nice and proper.

Three, I look about 12, judging by my size.

Four, I am snuggled up next to another sleeping 12 year old. Who feels very familiar.

Naturally as a 25 year old, I calmly back away so as not to wake up the other, before I face palm.

If this is some God's idea of a joke, I do not find it funny.

But before I can panic or among other things, the boy I had snuggled with starts to wake, looking just as disorientated as I felt.

He's dressed just like I am, his hair all messy from sleep, brown eyes a bit glazed, and a small frown starting to make its way home on his face.

"Who are you?" He asked, looking rather curious. He actually had a rather nice voice, kind of reminded me of water from a brook or something.

"I could ask the same of you." yup, my maturity knows no bounds.

The kid looks rather amused, "I did ask first, so it is only polite to answer. In return, I'll answer who I am." damn it, reason and logic be cursed.

"…." I had just been about to say my name when it escapes me, making me draw a blank. I try to do so again, only to imitate a goldfish.
I have to admit that I had panicked a bit, desperately searching my mind for a name, hell, any name before one seemed to smack me in the face, causing me to be a bit dazed.

" Aizen…Saguru…" I found myself saying, my daze still there.

"Pleasure to meet you Saguru; I'm Aizen Sosuke." is said by the boy before me, a small smile on his face as he says so.

I had no clue at the time, but I was soooooo screwed.