Ah, so heres my first Bleach Fanfiction. ^-^ Enjoy. The story before this will be posted as the prequeal. =)~

YES YOU MAY HAVE SEEN THIS ON Rafterfreak3's ACCOUNT BUT I AM RAFTERFREAK3 I MADE A NEW ACCOUNT! SO HA. Yes anyways, enjoy. ^_^ I take no claim on anything except:

Mary

Drina

Roman

and

Koneko.

Enjoy my friends 3

BiasedAngel

"Drina?" I called out into the eerie darkness. I pressed my hands against the seireitei and backed away. I let the shadows fold around my body, hiding into the shadows. The moon was high over the soul society, still not completely full. The sky was as dark as the charcoal that fuels the fire within my heart. The stars filled the dark sky. With a sigh, I stood up and brushed my hands across the rough bark of the tree. Winding my hands around the thick branch, I yank myself up.

I flipped over it, landing on my bare feet. Arching my toes on the branch, I leaned forward and brushed my hand across the cold stones that made up the seireitei. I clenched my teeth, and moved both hands over and gripped the side. I pulled myself forward, and hung off the wall. Clenching my teeth, again, I moved my arms just a bit, and ended up on the top of the wall. A slight breeze ran past me as my eyes searched for the girl. I saw a flash of white hair in the distance as Drina made her way slowly towards here to retrieve me.

I sighed as music played inside my head. I closed my eyes and moved my arms around me so I was hugging myself. Just like I did in the Phantom Soul Realm. I imagined the lyrics of Perfect by Hedley scrolling through my head. I opened my lips and mouthed the words to myself. Falling a thousand feet per second, you still take me by surprise. I just know it can't be over, I can see it in your eyes. Making every kind of silence takes a lot to realize. It's worse to finish than to start all over, and never let it lie. And as long as I can feel you holding on, I won't fall. Even when you said I was wrong.

I heard something from behind me. I turned around, my body tensing like a cat ready to catch her pray. One of the soul reapers disappeared in a second, only to appear behind me. His icy blade was pressed against my neck, a sizzling sound echoing in the air. The other one stood in front of me, his eyes squinting as he observed me. He took in my soulless black eyes—the color of obsidian—and mussy blonde hair. His eyes raked over the baggy white dress that covered my body, and the bloody red cross that was anchored on the heart of the dress.

"Who are you?" demanded a deep, voice. I turned my head the slightest to see a beautiful turquoise eye. "Shiro." I said softly, chuckling softly to myself. I winced as the katana dug deeper into my skin. "Toshiro, I think you know that hurts me…very badly." I said in a strangled voice. He moved the blade off, and spun me around. "How do you know my name…?" he asked staring at me. I stepped into the small beam of light that reflected on the quiet pond below us.

"You're most annoying subordinate, at your service." I bowed like a butler on duty. Toshiro looked alarmed as he looked at me. "Mary Schreiber? The Mary Schreiber that was killed five years ago by him?" he asked, gesturing towards the other shinigami standing before me. I turned and let my pale hair cover my horrible eyes. Unlike Toshiro, who looked like an angel made of snow, the other soul reaper had long, brown hair that fell into his mahogany colored eyes. Toshiro looked like he had spikes of ice emerging from his hair. His turquoise eyes looked like pools of glistening water.

Snapping myself back into reality, I smiled at him. "Yussum. I am Mary Hoshiko Schreiber! Well….actually its Martha not Hoshiko, but who cares?" Toshiro eyed me as I stood there smirking. Mary, just hurry up and find Drina. Said an icy chilled voice in my head. I clenched my teeth and shook my head. Koneko shut up. I can handle this. I said back to my zanpaku-to. Looking back at the second soul reaper, I stepped forward and looked him in the eye. "Oh. You're Roman. Thanks for killing me." I said, glaring at him. He opened his lips in alarm and then a guilty expression came across his face. He jumped down off the stonewall and started to slowly walk back to the squad barracks.

"I forgot we could do that." I mumbled to myself, rubbing my hand across the ice burns on my neck. "That really hurt Shiro." I said with a pout. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow, showing no emotion. I shrugged and sat on the wall. "Mary, what have you done?" said a very girlish and child like voice. I tilted my head back with a grin to see Drina hovering over me. "Hello my alter ego." I said with a big, toothy grin. She rolled her pale, purple eyes and flipped her white hair over her shoulder. "Toshiro, I suggest you go back to the seireitei and tell Yammamoto that I need a personal meeting scheduled."

Toshiro looked agitated. "First of all, its Captain Hitsugaya to you. And second, I'm not your servant." Drina rolled her eyes and smirked at him. "Oh really?" she said in a sing song voice. "I happen to know that you enjoy singing to Hannah Montana while in the World of the Living. You wouldn't want Matsumoto to find out, now would you?" Toshiro looked appalled. "How'd you….?" He asked, alarmed. Drina bent her head down the slightest bit and looked into his eyes. "I know all." A blush came across Toshiro's cheeks. I started laughing, standing up to place my hand on his shoulder. "We all do. When Drina found me, she was singing "Party in the USA" and skipping through the Phantom Soul Realm." I laughed when Drina blushed as much as Toshiro did.

He looked down at me, his eyes filled with amusement. I smiled and turned towards Drina. "Now let's go see if I'm going to be killed again, or if I get to stay." And with that I jumped down off the wall, the dress that held me in the world I never wanted to live, flowing around me like a cape. When I landed on the ground, I moved forward to meet my fate.