Authoress' Note: This fanfiction is written by both Thirsty4MoreBloodAndWords and Moonwhisper22. First of all, we are deeply sorry for the presence of OCs in this fanfic. We were extremely bored, so please just read anyway. X3 Also, the first few chapters have a lack of plot bunnies, but we put in an order and they should arrive soon.

Lastly, the OC by the name of Kazoku has only seen the first few episodes as of the first chapter (as well as too many spoilers to count thanks to a certain person who didn't realize that Kazoku would actually watch the show *cough*Umino*cough*)

This fanfic might have instances of major cheese of the Parmesan and cheddar variety. Please bear with us here.

Anyway, that's pretty much it. We do not own Bleach in any way, shape, or form. If we did... Never mind, you don't need to know what we'd do. X3

Indecision: Heart of the Seireitei

Prologue

School was relatively uneventful, as it was every other day. Morning classes were over with and out of mind, the usual morning haze that drifted over the students had dissipated, and the need to settle the raging stomachs that erupted with protest throughout early day class time was slowly receding as the high school lunch period wore on. All and all, it was a completely normal day at school.

Well, if you consider watching two girls chasing each other around the cafeteria armed with sprifaws(1) (not sporks, mind you) and screaming about some Japanese anime show normal. If that's not your normal, then it makes this all the more hilarious. However, this was the norm for those students witnessing the current pursuit that wove between the lunch tables.

"How dare you insult Byakuya!" shouted the short, dark-haired girl being the 'chaser' at the moment. Her brown chin length hair, usually mistaken for black from a distance, featured red tips and choppy layers for the bangs, and longer hair that was tied into a braid and secured with a red ribbon. She growled, her glasses glinting in anger, obscuring her brown eyes while her sharp canine teeth were revealed. The other girl just giggled childishly.

"Would you rather I make fun of your precious Shiro-kun?" teased the taller girl, a.k.a the 'chasee'. She giggled again, her bright blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Her curly light brown hair swayed behind her as she ran away playfully.

"Don't you dare, and take back what you said about Bya-kun or I swear I will stab you repeatedly with the end of this sprifaw!"

"I have no fear of your sprifaw, for it is no match for mine!"

"Take it back or I'll be forced to torture you about your resemblance to Orihime, especially in the chest area!" threatened the short glasses girl.

The giggling girl's happy expression immediately fell from her face, only to be replaced by a look of resentment. She stopped dead in her tracks as if someone had pressed a pause button and slowly turned around.

"You said what now?" She hissed menacingly.

"I believe I said something along the lines of 'endlessly torturing you by reminding you of your HUGE resemblance to Orihime," The shorter girl answered, smirking.

"My sprifaw shall make you rue this day Akadoragon!" The now angry girl cried with fury in her eyes, brandishing her so-called weapon.

"Oh crap, everyone flee from the chibi terror that is Karasukami!" Umino shrieked sarcastically, turning to run from the angry girl. Unfortunately, before the chase could continue once more, Miss Kisei's(2) authorative voice rang through the cafeteria.

"Akadoragon! Karasukami! Come over here, NOW!"

"Oh no..." squeaked Kazoku. Her left hand immediately rose to take hold of the blue streak that ran down the left side of her head. She began twisting it nervously as their sensei crooked a finger at them from across the cafeteria.

"Calm down Kazoku, she won't yell at us that much. I mean, come on, after the first fifty-million 'incidents' she knows that it does no good to reprimand us with a long-winded lecture. Mainly because we wouldn't take it into account anyways," said Umino exasperatedly while doing the signature move of anime glasses characters: pushing her glasses up so that the light shines on them. "Betcha she just gives us a warning and threats of ISS."

"Are you sure?" The younger girl sounded uncertain.

"Positive. She stopped trying to give us an actual punishment when we decided to turn detention into recess. Now come on." Umino walked forward, disregarding the eyes that rolled in their direction as they passed by. Kazoku shrunk under the stares, slipping her hands into her pockets so as not to wring them in the embarrassment that followed after every said incident took place. While both girls didn't mind making fools of themselves occasionally, only Umino could come out of it without feeling as if she did something wrong.

After following Miss Kisei to the office and receiving the usual lecture and disapproving glances, they returned to class and school continued normally. We swear!

Finally, after hours of torturous textbooks and glaring computer screens, the final bell of the day rang and all of the students rushed out of their classrooms. Well, all but two students, who were currently catching up on a project in the computer lab. Umino and Kazoku, to be exact.

"I don't wanna do this... It feels like detention... "Kazoku mumbled, stretching her arms over her head before folding them behind the back of her chair.

"But it isn't."Umino answered as she sat down. She set a packet of papers down in front of her project partner, ignoring the whine that arose at the action. "I told you we wouldn't get in trouble."

"I was sure she was gonna snap this time!"

"I think you're overreacting."

"I am not. She eats children and she was going to gut us like fish."

"Whatever. Anyway, we only have a little bit left to do on our history project, so let's just get it done and go home." said Umino, sitting in front of one of the new computers. There was some kind of engraving in the corner of the computer monitor that caught Kazoku's attention. She leaned forward and tilted her head.

"Hey, Umi-chan, what do you think that says?"

"Who knows, who cares. Probably the previous owner or something."

"Ma... YuriK?" Kazoku spoke aloud, tilting her head. "What the heck does that mean?"

"I dunno." Umino answered, switching the computer on. ""Sounds like a World of Warcraft name."

"Yuck..." Kazoku said, sticking her tongue out.

"Pfft, what are you complaining about? You play Pirates of the Caribbean." Umino pointed out, smirking.

"So? WoW is different. It's pointless and has no educational value."

"And Pirates does?"

"Of course. It sharpens the strategic mind."

"That's why you have so much success with keeping your thoughts in check, right?"

"Of course! Wait... Was that an insult?"

"No, of course not."

"Liar."

"Why do you play those games anyway? They're stupid."

"Oh, I'm sorry Miss Wizard101."

"Hey, I haven't played that in months! Besides, it's addicting! You try it sometime, instead of turning your nose up. I bet you anything that you won't be able to take your eyes off the screen by the time you reach level five."

"Lies, all lies."

Kazoku's attention was then diverted and whatever comeback Umino had fell on deaf ears. "Oooh... Umi-chan, lookie. Sparkles..." Kazoku moved the computer mouse back and forth, sending the oddly sparkling cursor across the black screen. Umino raised an eyebrow behind her bangs as she examined the screen. The number twelve was in white lettering in the top right corner, and numerous folders ran down the left side. She read the folder labels as Kazoku continued rapidly moving the sparkling cursor around, which left a silver trail behind. 'Quincy... Arrancar... Bounto...' she read. Her eyes widened at the familiarity of the words. She glanced at the monitor's label. 'Wait... MayuriK... Mayuri K.!'

"Kazoku, get away from the computer!"

Kazoku looked over at her, confused, as the screen began to glow silver. Umino nearly tipped her chair backwards as she scrambled back, but Kazoku reached for the screen in curiosity. Her fingers passed through it. "Um... Umino... What..."she managed to say through her shock, trying to pull back, but her hand didn't budge. Her eyebrows furrowed. "What the heck is going on? Leggo of my hand, dang it!"

Umino face palmed as Kazoku started flailing, pulling frantically on her arm. Neither her arm nor the computer moved an inch. "It won't leggo!" she yelled, panicking. "Kazo-" "LEGGO!" Umino sighed and caught hold of her arm and yanked hard on it.

"Ow!"

"Quit whining."

"But you're going to yank my arm off!"

"Would you rather your body be dissected, drugged, and be reduced to a bloody carcass?"

"What are you even talking about?"

"Not important!"

Umino continued pulling on Kazoku's arm, but her efforts were in vain. Kazoku yelped as her arm was slowly pulled through the screen. "Umino, what did you do?" She yelled. "What did I do? You're the one who caused this!" Umino defended. "Well, you turned the computer on!" "Just shut up!"

Kazoku continued to panic as her arm disappeared beyond the glowing screen. Thin silver wisps snaked over her shoulder and wrapped around her chest, waist, and other arm. "What the heck!" She screeched as she was pulled even closer to the screen. The silver wisps stretched farther and surrounded Umino's arm, then spread. Both girls were flailing and spazzing out now, calling for help that didn't and wouldn't come. The silver glow from the screen enveloped them both, the room around them fading to white.

(1) A sprifaw is a creation of Thirsty4MoreBloodAndWords'. It is a combination of a spoon, a fork, a knife, and a straw. It is pronounced Spry-Fah. If you made the mistake of pronouncing it as Spriff-Fah, you will be repeatedly stabbed by one. We apologize, but it's a pet peeve of ours.

(2) Kisei, as far as we understand, means parasite. This is an accurate description of the person we based her off of, since, well, we don't really like her. X3