A/N: My first Fanfic! Well, not really, but the first one that I deem good enough to post.

Do I really need to put the disclaimer on here? Really? If I owned Bleach, do you really think that I would be sitting on the floor in my room, at one o'clock in the morning, typing on a Mac that has been revived by a less-than-professional computer expert (my old school's librarian's boyfriend) after a serious hard-drive burnout? No. 'Nuff said.

Anyway, I have this bad habit of making existing characters extremely OOC, because I can't recreate a personality. So, yeah. Please don't yell at me if the Bleach guys are OOC; I won't be able to fix it.

Anyway, enough with my random ranting (I had about five sentences that I cut out of my disclaimer), on with the story!

(Italics – English)

(Bold – our little telepathic thing we have going)

(Normal – Japanese)

I sat in a chair in my best friend's room, facing her computer. The simple black desktop computer, with its simple black rectangular monitor, and its simple black Dell keyboard and mouse, was currently playing Diablo 2, a very violent and bloody game. A white bandage was wrapped tightly around my upper right arm; it was so that the carnies at the carnival we went to just before wouldn't bug me too much about a very large, ugly scratch right there. My slightly-longer-than-shoulder-length dirty blond hair was pulled back in a messy low ponytail, it had been necessary for going on the incredible loopy rides. Hair in my face on said rides would drive me even more insane then I already am. My left hand resting on the number keys from one to four on the keyboard, my right hand clicking erratically on (and around) giant things with four arms and four different weapons, my friend looked over from the bed, where she was sitting, writing (probably another fan fiction), and pointedly said; "You'll never win by fighting like that. You fight randomly. You actually have to click on the guy to attack it." This is the girl who had been playing this game for eight years at least. I had just started the other day.

"Yeah, Onee-san?" I said, still in the middle of a big fight, turning my head slightly but never taking my eyes off the screen. "Apparently I fight like Ichigo, no plan, running into all the fighting and randomly starting to swing my weapon around."

"Apparently," she said.

At this we both launched into a recitation of Brian Regan's Stupid in School skit.

"Wow, we are so weird," she said, with slight awe in her voice.

"You're just figuring this out now?" I asked. "Oh! Look! A Dirk (1)!" We both cracked up at this, neither of us feeling the slight jerk-like motion the whole room made, slightly like a small earthquake, until a heavy glass sculpture of three dolphins leaping out of a wave on a shelf above my head decided to make it's presence known, by falling. Fast. My friend had no time to react, to call my name, to say, "Watch out!" Before the thing was in my closed hand, and we were both recovering from the shock of what almost happened.

"Whoa, what the hell just happened?" I asked, staring at the good-sized glass sculpture that I had just stopped from giving me a major concussion (and from breaking her computer off the rebound).

"How the hell should I know?" She replied, in just as much shock as I was. I lowered the glass figurine onto the desk in front of me.

That's when the knock came. It was soft at first, then slowly got louder and louder as we stared at the hollow wooden door. My friend went to open the door, irritated at her little siblings, she was sure they where who where knocking. But of course as she swung the door open and yelled "What! What do you want!" she slowly turned back to me. "Uh, Kyrie (2), it's the strawberry. No! I'm serious!" she bounced back from the door as a voice both of us recognized well spoke in fast Japanese, not that we couldn't understand what they where saying. Years of obsession lead us both to learn fluent Japanese.

"They're speaking English, I think!" the voice yelled.

I popped my head around the door frame to call back to the strawberry. "Hey! Ichigo! Strawberry! We both speak Japanese too! Strawberry! Come back here!" I almost stepped out into the street before I caught myself, but then I realized, "Onee-san! We're in the middle of the street! Grab my bag and save what you want to keep!" I told her while jumping back inside the door long enough to grab my slightly beat-up Mac laptop and bring it safely to the side of the road before jumping back in the detached room to help my friend carry all of her manga books, then we brought her computer out, and we barely had time to grab our (fake) kimonos and their obi's before the whole room was obliterated by a hollow stepping on it.

"Holy shit!" I yelled. "Did you see that? I swear to the Shinigami (3) that a hollow just smashed your room!"

"Aw crap." She replied. "What do we do now?"

I knew exactly what she meant. We were sitting on the side of a road; with the Shinigami know how many manga books (all but one in English, the other in Japanese), two Kimonos, a Mac laptop, and all the pieces and cords to a plain black computer with nowhere to go.

1 – Dirk – a mini sword you can use in the Diablo 2 game, a little inside joke between my friend and me.

2 – Kyrie – not my real name, just some random name I'm using to hold the place of my real name. (I'll introduce myself later as a different (Japanese) name; which is also not my real name.)

3 – "Swear to the Shinigami" – My friend and I are both atheists, and have decided that we are going to replace the word "God" and "Lord" with "The Shinigami", and "Jesus" with "Ichigo".

Thanks for reading! Please review!