Ok, So this is my first Fanfic, I kinda try to dive right into things here so I hope you dont mind, It will start slow and weird but this will eventually develop into Ichiruki, trust me i love that couple

BTW: I dont own Bleach, and never will sadly

Please Enjoy

Chapter 1. Strawberries Never fall Far From The Vine

"DADDY I'M LEAVING FOR SCHOOL NOW!" a beautiful orange haired girl shouted at the bottom of her stairs. Masaki Kurosaki was the spitting image of her father. From her tall, slightly muscular build, to her deep brown eyes, to that bright orange hair that flowed all the way to her hips. Her bangs were short and parted to either side of her eyes, revealing the only part of her that didn't resemble her father, her unwavering smile.

"See you later sweetie," Ichigo stated as he slumped down the stairs. He didn't deal with mornings very well, and was not looking forward to going to work today.

Masaki slowly trotted to school. She liked to walk slowly so that she wouldn't arrive at school all sweaty. She was 17 years old and looking forward to her final year of high school. While lost in thought, she carelessly tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, and barely caught herself before her face smashed into the pavement.

"Boy that was close wasn't it," she said to no one in particular as she straightened herself out and brushed the sides of her skirt. "I just hope that…"

"You're such an idiot sometimes you know that?" mocked the voice from behind her. She knew that voice all to well, the unmistakable sarcastic ness that flowed outwardly with every word, the pale white skin, the long, flowing red hair that could be spotted a mile away, and the small tattoos that blanketed the forehead. Riley Abarai was her best friend, and her worst enemy.

"Yaya ya smartass," she snapped back, then allowing herself to smile at her best friend. She wasn't sure when they met, she knew that their fathers had been close since well before their birth, and had a relationship that rivaled theirs when it came to arguing.

"I'm so excited for our last year of high school!" Riley exclaimed as she brushed her fingers through her long red hair, carefully placing her bangs so that they covered the black markings that painted her forehead. No one at school could see them, hell; even her parents couldn't see them, for if they did, she was sure to be reprimanded.

As they arrived to school they quickly noticed a crowd forming around the freshman wing. "I wonder what's going on over their," Masaki questioned Riley.

"How the hell should I know," Riley replied annoyed that Masaki would ask a question knowing that she was wondering the same thing. "Let's go investigate." As the two seniors slowly made their way over to the commotion, they heard the cause of the chaos.

"Teach you to mess around with my friends" her voice roared throughout the crowd. Unfortunately for them, they knew that voice all too well and sighed when she poked her head from the crowd and saw them standing at the outskirts of it, heads in palms. "MASAKI! RILEY!" she exclaimed as she ran over to them. Being a freshman, she realized the benefits of making it known that she knew seniors.

"Shaolin Urahara," the seniors sighed in unison. The girl was a walking oxymoron, her dark skin and yellow eyes were overshadowed by her dirty blond hair, which was always worn up in a ponytail. While she looked small and weak, she could knock the biggest of people into next week with little effort. "What are you doing this early in the year?" Masaki asked.

"That big 2nd year was messing around with Sosuke, so I decided to mess with him," she smiled confidently.

"I told you before Shaolin, I don't need your protection, I can take care of myself," Sosuke Cifer calmly stated as he nonchalantly made his way over to the girls. His mid-length black hair was the definition of cool, and his emerald eyes could put girls in a trace. He was definitely the hunk of the school, and could have cared less. "Why do you insist on embarrassing me daily?" he questioned looking at her sadly. For a reason unknown to anyone aside from them, Sosuke and Shaolin had a language that was spoken with their eyes, and understood by them alone.

"I'm sorry," she sighed after their silent conversation. The remorse in her voice was genuine as she looked up to Sosuke, pleading for forgiveness.

"I guess I can forgive you this once," he smiled, fully aware that this was a daily occurrence, and she, was forgiven daily. "So how's patrol been lately?" he questioned Masaki. For a reason unknown to any if them, they were given the ability to see spirits, and Masaki, Riley, and Shaolin were something known as "Shinigami" as explained to them by Shaolin's parents, Kisuke and Yoruichi Urahara. They told them on the condition that they told no one else of their abilities, to which they agreed. Sosuke, on the other hand, had an ability which he could not explain. He could do many of the tings that the shinigami girls did, including to leave his body, he even had a zanpaktou. However, he could shoot green beams of energy from his fingertips, and grew a bone like mask over the left side of his skull. Kisuke had said they were the powers of the Arrancar, but failed to explain beyond that. They used these abilities to pass on spirits and fight evil monsters that Kisuke called "Hollows."

"Besides the fact that she almost got us killed last night?" Riley barked at Sosuke. Masaki couldn't help but laugh.

"You're so dramatic Riley" she laughed. "The hollow jumped at her, and her zanpaktou was stuck in its sheath, so she panicked and I had to save her ass, but it was my fault because I wanted to go get the hollow," she squeeked out before Riley promptly backhanded her.

"It was your fault," Riley smiled. The bell rang and they all said their farewells as they went to class.

"Ichigo! Where ya at?" Renji barked through the hallway of the fourteenth division.

"It's still to early damnit Renji," he yawned as he smacked Renji in the back of the head. Ichigo had been made captain of the newly formed fourteenth division after Aizen was forced to retreat. The fourteenth division was for humans that the soul society deemed useful, so even though not everyone in the division was a shinigami, they were considered one of the most important divisions in the Soul Society. "What do ya want, can't you see I'm busy trying to find a place to nap?" he snickered at the lieutenant of the sixth division.

"We have a new report on the Arrancars and what could possibly Aizen," he stated grimly. "We think that they may have some new targets."

Ichigo's eyes inflated to the size of saucers. His mouth hung open, as the sudden realization of what Renji was saying hit him. "You don't mean,"

"Our kids."

Ok, so i hope you liked it and read the next chapter, Im trying to get what I have written posted since I have Exams this week, but ill try to get the new chapters out as soon as they are written