AN: Before reading, I just want everyone to know that my knowledge of Vocaloid is severely lacking. I just saw a picture of a depressed Haku and suddenly decided to write a fic about her. As for why I chose Ichigo and Bleach, long story short, I made a comment about the set I use on a forum that it is kinda like a love story so I gave it a try.

That said, the characters will be OOC, by how much I don't know, but I hope you'll still enjoy it.

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It was a silent night of September, the streets on Karakura Town were expectantly uninhabited, the late hour and soft chill of the coming Fall sending people in the safety of their homes. However, not everyone made the decision to shelter themselves, one such person could be found on one of the deserted, dimly illuminated streets of the small town. It was a young girl, wrapped in her own darkness.

Said girl was collapsed on the floor on her knees, her posture slightly hunched forward as she faced away from the viewer. The soft shaking of her body as well as the quiet sobs coming from her couldn't be missed, her tearful eyes were hidden by the bangs of her soft, platinum hair. She was lost, alone and scared. Nothing mattered to her anymore, nothing could halt her pain anymore. Not the alcohol, not the dreamless sleeps, not even drowning her sorrows in songs worked anymore. It was over, her dreams and wishes were shattered into millions of pieces, her world was dead.

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As if by chance, a lone spirit warrior was nearby patrolling the area. Said warrior was well known for his achievements in the Spirit World and his great deeds. His vibrant fiery hair fluttered in the wind, the speed of his movement doing nothing to lessen this motion. His hazel eyes, almost as sharp as the edge of his sword, scanned his surroundings, searching for his target.

Landing on the edge of a building, he once again sent a burst reiatsu to his feet that propelled him forward to the next complex. With the corner of his eyes, he saw it. A huge shadow, descending in an alleyway. As if reading his mind, the wrappings on his weapon unbinded, releasing the legendary weapon he was carrying from its clutches. Reaching to grab the handle, the young warrior landed at the location of suspicion, immediately identifying the shadowy figure. The entity was huge, its body was oddly proportioned, bulging in every direction, its huge appendages hanging loosely around the humongous body. Before it could realize what happened it was already over, in one swift motion he closed the distance and slashed the monster, its body disintegrating as the holy blade purified the corrupt soul and released it from the darkness.

Resting the large cleaver on his shoulder, the boy released a breath as the threat was eliminated. "Guess this is it for tonight. Damn hollows, don't they have anything better to do?" The owner of the voice was none other than the Hero of the Winter War himself, the Substitute Shinigami, Kurosaki Ichigo.

Taking one last look at the place where he purified the hollow, he disappeared once again in an impressive display of Shunpou and went to a new location. A few seconds later, he reached his destination, another back alley where he stacked his human body. Gently picking it up, he inserted his soul in it, the familiar feeling of being in his 'meat suit' settling with him. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he started making his way home, happy to be done for the day.

The orange haired boy walked on the deserted streets of Karakura Town, his path illuminated by the few lights that were still working. The night usually proved to be dangerous, even in a small and peaceful (if you are unaware of spirits that it) city like Karakura, with thieves and gangs strolling through neighborhoods causing mischief as they go. But Ichigo wasn't bothered by this and he had all the reasons why he shouldn't be. His reputation of beating up punks was well known. Once, a group of thugs surrounded him and his sister as they returned from the market, demanding their money and valuables. It only took 5 minutes, but it was all Ichigo needed to put all 10 assailers in their place, he wasn't even harmed in the exchange. With a single glare he managed to send all of them running for the hills. Since then, word spread around and now no one was stupid enough to challenge him anymore, unless they wanted some broken bones.

Enjoying the night's breeze and calm, Ichigo turned a corner when he noticed something odd in front of him. There, collapsed next to a lamppost, was a person. A closer look revealed to the boy that it was in fact a woman that was facing away from him. Slightly puzzled by the fact that there was someone on the streets in the middle of the night, let alone a girl who seemed to be dejected, he slowly approached her and carefully placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked in the calmest and most comforting voice he could muster.

As if struck by lightning, the girl jumped at the contact, her head turning violently to look at whoever touched her. Seeing her for the first time, Ichigo gaped as he absorbed her features, the woman in front of him was breathtakingly beautiful. She had long white hair, tied at the back with a black and purple bow in a ponytail. At the front, her hair almost reached her nose, obscuring his vision slightly from her eyes. But he saw them nonetheless, he saw her ruby red orbs as they regarded him intently, a tint of confusion and maybe fear reflecting from them. The soul fighter was mesmerized by her, nothing could refute the fact that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Even the tears that streamed her cheeks and the circles under her eyes did nothing to lessen that notion.

Suddenly remembering that he wanted to help her, he asked again. "What are you doing out here at this hour? It's pretty dangerous."

After hearing those words, the girl calmed down, her surprised expression shifting to an empty one as her eyes lost all their life. Lowering her head, she broke eye contact with him and resumed her previous pose.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow at her actions, had he said something wrong? Admittedly, dealing with girl's has never been his forte. One could say that he had no idea how to handle the more delicate problems when it came to the fairer sex, such as this one. A girl kneeled in the middle of the street, crying silently in the illuminated spot of a lamppost with bottles of alcohol lying next to her was definitely something outside of his area of expertise. But despite that, he couldn't leave her there. It was a dangerous area frequented by gangs and he wouldn't be able to sleep at night if he would just leave her like that, it was against his very nature.

He tried again, this time with a more serious tone. "You really shouldn't be out here at this hour. Come on, I'm sure your friends or your family are worried about you."

For a few seconds nothing happened, but then Ichigo felt her start shaking. The sound of her whimpers reached his ears as it sent tingles down his spine, he was starting to get worried. It didn't take long before she started crying loudly, fresh pairs of crystalline tears falling on the concreted sidewalk.

"Hey..." Ichigo called surprised before he kneeled next to her and tried to get her to calm down. "What's wrong? Was it something I said? If it's my fault then I'm sorry." Blurting soothing words and apologies, the teenager watched helplessly how the white haired beauty before him bawled her eyes out.

Thankfully, after 5 minutes, she calmed down enough to give the orange haired boy some comfort. He slowly massaged her back like they way he did to his sisters when they were sad, it usually worked and it seemed that this girl was no exception. But now he really had no idea what to do, should he call Inoue or Tatsuki and ask for their help?

"..one." The girl muttered softly, her voice barely even a whisper making Ichigo miss most of her sentence. He said nothing and waited for her to speak again, his patience paid off. "I have no one." The words managed to escape her mouth, they were still only as loud as a whisper, but at least Ichigo heard them this time.

His scowl furrowed slightly at her confession. Was this the reason why she was so sad and heartbroken? Admittedly, he could understand how loneliness could affect someone to a degree. At times, he too felt the coldness of solitude shatter his very being. Being a human with the power and responsibility to slay hollows and protect the souls of those who have passed on, his job took a lot of time out of his daily life and because of the risk it posed to ordinary humans, at some point, he slowly began distancing himself from his friends in an attempt to protect them. Fortunately for him, they were stubborn enough to ignore his wishes and joined him anyway in his adventures, their events from both Soul Society and Hueco Mundo were proof to that. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened to him if his friends didn't follow him, if he faced his enemies alone. He internally shuddered at the thought.

Back to the matter at hand, Ichigo was lost on what to do to aid the fallen person next to him. Staring at her grief-stricken form, his need to help her rose to high levels, so much that he didn't take time to measure his words.

"No, you have me." He declared abruptly, surprising not only himself, but the girl as well.

"Ehh." She exclaimed softly at his statement, her head rising and turning to stare at this stranger who not only went out of his way to stop and ask what was wrong with her, but also to help and cheer her. Slowly wiping her eyes, but not saying anything, she looked at boy that stood awkwardly on his knees next to her and observed his features for the first time. He looked quite young, probably around 18 years old with vibrant, sun burnt orange hair that glowed in the light, a pair of honey brown eyes that radiated worry and strength, the desire to protect almost palpable within their intensity. He was handsome, she concluded simply and right now she couldn't help but stare wide eyed at him.

Realizing what he just blurted without thinking, Ichigo flustered slightly, his cheeks catching a rosy coloring. Damn him impulsiveness for making decisions without thinking them through. He would have to consider his next words carefully, he didn't want to hurt her, but didn't want to give her the wrong impression either.

"I mean, I will be your friend if that's what you need." He corrected himself, trying his best to stay calm and sound encouraging.

At that answer, the girl's neck tilted to the side slightly. The boy could see the confusion in her red eyes, the soft tremble of her lips as her stream of tears finally stopped. Both of them were now on their knees, facing one another, the white haired beauty's hands resting on the cold ground while Ichigo's hands were on her shoulders, keeping her steady and at the same time, unintentionally feeling the softness of her skin and how pleasant the sensation was.

"Why?" She asked in a half broken, half curious voice. It pained Ichigo slightly to hear her sound so hopeful yet so depressed, it's almost as if the very thought of someone trying to be nice with her was a foreign concept to her.

He responded softly. "I know what it's like being alone, it's not nice. Feeling so empty, so hollow on the inside, it's very painful, the ache you feel at those times is worse than any other injury." Unconsciously, one of his hands made its way to his chest, remembering those horrid 17 months of having no powers. Even with his friends, it had been a hard experience for the substitute, especially when they went after hollows and risked their lives, he felt so weak, so useless. It nearly destroyed him internally, he wasn't going to let someone else go through the same suffering.

"That's why, I'll be your friend. I know that from coming from a stranger like me it's very confusing, but this is how most friendships are born. And if you need someone to talk to, hang out or even just to keep you company, you can count on me. So what do you say, do you want us to become nakama?" He stopped there and waited for her.

The girl slowly absorbed all he said and couldn't help but by surprised by this stranger. And she had all the reasons to be, he was the one that came to her when she was weeping and he was the one that asked her to become friends. It was almost like a dream, one that she desperately wanted to become reality. Rising her face a bit, she started searching his eyes, looking for any hint that this might be a joke, a cruel and sadistic play meant to utterly crush her spirit. But when she found none in his intense and warm eyes, a tremor went through her body as she decided on what to do next.

Gently, she lifted her hands and slowly grabbed the one that was at his chest, bringing it closer to her. She allowed her cheek to brush against it as she basked herself in the feeling, it was so inviting, so pleasant that she never wanted to let go. Glancing at him again, she took in his form one more time before she made her mind. Tightening her hold on his hand, her lips twitched upward as she gave him her silent answer

That's all it took for him to know her decision. No words were needed, no gestures or anything, just her soft, dazzling smile brightening her entire face making her even more stunning than before. As if mesmerized by her, Ichigo couldn't help but allow a grin to materialize on his face.

He slowly got on his feet, the girl mimicking his actions all while never letting go of his hand during the exchange. It was then when he noticed her attire. Her lower side consisted of a pair of short white booths, black bell bottom pants that hugged her shapely legs gorgeously. Moving above, he was greeted with a small grey top that gave him an ample view of her cleavage and toned waist, the only thing that covered them was a single purple tie.

Realizing that it was a bit chilly for such a wardrobe, he went the gentlemen's route and took off his jacket and placed it on her shoulders. He then slowly tucked her long silver hair, bringing it outside of the jacket before arranging it slightly. The proximity of his actions caused him to softly brush on her skin, sending shivers down both their spines.

When he was done he took a step back and gazed at her. "Since it's so late, you mind if I walked you home?" He asked giving her another encouraging smile.

Smiling in return, the girl nodded before wrapping her both arms around his right arm and resting her head on his shoulder. As soon as she felt the contact, she realized just how much she liked his warmth. When she held his hand, she felt so safe, so protected, it was as if there was an invisible barrier that sheltered her from harm.

The boy was carefully looking at her before he remembered something. "That's right, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Kurosaki Ichigo, it's nice meeting you." He spoke calmly, his voice clear ad strong.

"Yowane Haku." She muttered softly from his shoulder, too content with drowning in the boy's warmth to even open her eyes. "Thank you, Ichigo." She nuzzled a bit more into his shoulder, a pretty blush present on her cheeks as she breathed in his scent, it was comforting.

His smile widened in response. With that they slowly started making their way through the lonely, barely illuminated streets on Karakura Town, the glowing moon adding that extra bit of light needed for them to safely make their way. It was by chance that they met, it was their decision to become friends and it will be their choice to nurture this bond.

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AN: There you have it, another random one shot that I never planned. Funny how around a year ago I did the same thing with my GrayLu story for Fairy Tail. Kinda weird if you ask me. So, I really don't have much to say this time around, I still hope to get some responses concerning how I did with this story. You know, constructive criticism and all that.

That's it I suppose, might as well get back to my 'Death God' now.

Bye-bye.