A/N: ello thar again, people 8'3

Instead of working on Algebra 1, Social Studies, and Language Arts work, I got this little idea. 8'3 It kinda took forever to write because I couldn't let my teachers see. . Then they be like "put it away blahblahBLAH" . Then I couldn't work on it and be like ":o OH NOS!"

AHEM. sorry. XD I have these little random moments. c'8

ANYWAY, I do have to this, I wanna...Hmm... 'dedicate' (my be be the right word) this to Hollow Ichigo-Ichigo 83 She's inspired me a lot, and I got excited. c8 So thank you, Hollow Ichigo-Ichigo! 8D

Diclaimer: I don't own bleach, only my OC Ratio who will appear once in a while.

Rating may go up.

Chapter 1: The Demon Slayer

Far, Far away, in the middle of Nowhere, stood a small village. Okay, maybe it wasn't so small after all. A large brown sign stood at the start of a long dirt road that led down to the village. Big letters were engraved on the front;

WELCOME TO

THE SOUL SOCIETY

An orange-haired boy wobbled up to the sign, momentarily resting against it. He looked no older than 18, maybe 17, with bright orange hair. He was clutching at his shoulder, dark crimson liquid trickling down, staining the tight-fitting long-sleeve shirt. You could make out long, deep gashes underneath the torn fabric. He stopped abruptly when a loud, hungry howl sounded just behind him. "I can't let it in the village!" He whispered. Letting go of his limp arm, he reached behind him and pulled a long, black katana. It was about as long as his arm, a single black chain dangling from the end. Just then, a large wolf-like creature crashed out from the dirt.

"You damn werewolves are so fucking annoying," the orange-haired teen spat, slashing out with his sword. This has gone on long enought..He thought. He had a deep bite mark on his left leg,. On the right the flesh was torn badly where the wolf had grabbed and drug him across the ground. He was slowing down tremendously, panting, and the wolf could tell this. It jumped and zigzaged around, making the teen slighty confused as he blindly lashed out. "Damn you," He whispered.

Finding an opening, the werewolf lunged forward. It caught the teen on the shoulders, knocking him to the ground, pinning him there. The sword went flying from his hand, clattering against the dirt just above his head. The werewolf howled with laughter.

"And you're supposed to be Master's son!Pathetic!"

The male noticably cringed at the words."S-Shut up, you fucking demon!" Why...? Why can't they leave me alone? The demon sighed. "Either way, if Master wishes to have you back alive, if he believes in you, then I shall to." The werewolf then closed his eyes.

"Listen to my voice," It whispered into the males mind. " Don't move, or you'll die." The teen's body went limp as he stared up a the werewolf with blank, empty eyes. It reached a clawed paw forward, but was suddenly stopped by a new voice.

"That's enough."

The werewolf whipped it's head around, eyes wide. "L-Lord Shirosaki!"

There, standing just behind the werewolf stood an albino with snowy white hair. He wore a tight-filling white shihakusho with a cape freely flowing behind him. White combat boots made a clacking sound against the gravel as he neared the limp form of the teen. the werewolf backed away, head bowed, as the newcomer looked down with curosity at the other. He bent down and gently lifted the orange-haired teen bridal style. "Now, Ratio, let's hurry. Open a portal before any demon slayers find us."

The werewolf nodded, suddenly shifting form. Losing the wolf-ish features, there now stood a short albino male. He had shoulder-length green hair, a white scarf tighly wrapped around his throat, along with black shackles on both wrists (though the chain was broken, now holding his arms together and whatnot). He raised a pale hind and sliced at the air, causing a black portal to form.

Just as they were about to step through, an angered call caused Shirosaki to sigh.

"Stop there,demons!"

Turning slowly, he caught glipse of deep red hair and black razen hair.

"Ah, it's nice ta see ya again,too, Abarai Renji, Kuchiki Rukia."

The red-haired male glared at the demon Lord. "Where are you going with Ichigo?" He demanded.

Shirosaki grinned. "Why, ta where he b'longs- Home." A look of confusion snaked across both demon slayers faces. "What do you mean?" Rukia asked hesitantly. The demon lord clacked his tounge. "Ya really are stupid, ain't ch'ya." He pointed to himself. "Me." He then pointed to the unconscious male in his arms. "Ichigo." Finally to the portal. "Going home. in other words, Ichigo's part demon as well."

And...that's the end of chapter one 8'3

I know it was short, sorry. But I promise the next will be longer. 83

not sure where I'm takin' it yet. BUT HEY.

I'll be working on the other stoires as well after I ...er... do my homework! Yeah

Shiro: You mean when you stop stalking Hollow Ichigo-Ichigo?

Ichigo: Yeah, that's all you been doing lately. Seesh, you even got yelled at by the teacher because instead of doing your homework the other day, you were reading Unexpected Existence...

Me: O.O *slaps both* Shhh! they don't need to know that!

Both: Well it's ture-

Me: SHUT UP!SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!

Both: o.o"

Me: Gosh, that was close .-.' Anyway, review please? |D