I'd like to start this off by saying that it is the dead of the night (not really its 10) I have not pre written nor planed this piece of anything before the first sentence. I'd also like to say that I did not have my beta Dark fox edit this. Thank you

-Seishin Yaseji

Disclaimer- I do not own bleach.

Chapter 1

Fuwatari Ni chūjitsu (Loyal to dishonor)

The boy sat there on top of the shanty roof bathed in sunlight. He pressed a cold white cigarette to his lips and sucked the smoke down dry. As he exhaled the cool breeze swam over his face the early morning orange of the autumn sun drenched his face. The sun hit the boy in just the right angles and lit up his features he was a bit browner than the average Asian, actually he was far browner, light enough to be mistaken for Latino or Hispanic in America but in Japan he was black. Forget his straight fair jet hair, or his average height or any of the other features that would indicate that he was indeed multi-racial. It hadn't mattered in the boys life nobody had thought he was anything more than a criminal.

But up here, sitting on the edge of the roof tops watching the birds fly by while allowing your legs to dangerously hang over the edge of the roof, just a step away from danger, but a yard inside heaven. It was his bliss. The boys name is Seishin Yaseji, in America its Yaseji Seishin, The meaning of his name meaning "The Wild Boy's Spirit" was fitting and Yaseji found that rather poetic. The boy discarded his cigarette and climbed to his feet carefully enough not to fall to his doom, he wasn't ready for death yet.

The boy sighed and glanced at his watch it would be time for school soon. IT would be time for a new school soon. Yaseji, being the outcast he is suffered from bullying. Though he always fought back, sometimes leaving the kids with broken bones other times knocking them out. However Yaseji regretted fighting, he liked the action the moves and being strong but fighting them just causes more fighting. If you beat them up they just get mad go to their gangs, clicks, or relatives and retaliate. It was tiresome for the boy.

Yaseji climbed of the roof top slinging his back pack over his shoulder; he made his way to the bus stop, then the train station. Yaseji boarded the train and sat down, which is a big mistake there aren't many seats in a train ever, and early in the morning with your music on and a nostalgic mood you tend to go to sleep. Yaseji did exactly this. Yaseji woke up with To the voice on the intercom stating the train had reach the other side of the route and would be returning.

"Shit" Yaseji thought. He slumped back in his seat and peered at his watch, "8:45" "class is gonna start soon. I'll be late". Yaseji Road the train the entire route back to the other side of the city this time determine to not fall asleep, it was his first day right? Might as well see the assholes that are gonna be in his classes. Yaseji exited the train and found his way to the School Kurakara High School. It was a magnificent building, full of eager students and anxious staff and educational instructors, some would say.

Yaseji honestly didn't give a damn about that he was only going to this school because a fight he had caused him to be expelled from his last school. Funny, he didn't even like fighting nor did he view himself as "Strong". Yaseji walked through the building in search of his home room, the lemon scent in the hallway smelled like kindergarten and the fucking squeak the linoleum floor was giving off was driving him insane. Each step tore through him his insecurities strapped to his heart like a bombshell.

"IS it gonna be like the other times, are they gonna stare me down or are they gonna laugh at me or maybe there just gonna call me names" Yaseji thought. "I'll be lucky if it's only that at least I won't have to change schools again for fighting, I can handle a bit of name calling." Yaseji looked up a sign hanging on the ceiling adjacent to a door read 3-A. "Homeroom" Yaseji thought. Yaseji entered the classroom paper balls and pheromone flew through the air the same as in any high school, hormones fought IQ scores the same as any high school, but something else was in the air around here something far more deadly. It was just a hunch but Yaseji always listened to his hunches, they were always correct.

Yaseji scanned the crowed quickly, he was looking for any possible threats, his eyes hit some girl with "big titties" as he would put it. She was sitting down in a desk another girl with black hair and brown eyes she had back length hair but not as long as the "big titied" girl it was lose and spiky in some areas a little messy but it was loose or frizzy. Yaseji had to admit, he liked it this girl was cute."Ahem" the teacher announced. The class grew silent. "We have a new transfer student From Onigosu High School, I would like you to give him your attention."

Yaseji spoke up "Moshi Moshi", he flew threw informal Japanese with ease. He aimed to displease, he really hated being formal and he added that into his introduction. A few giggles were heard a "Who does he think he is" like comment was made, but it made no difference in what was said it only weeded out the ones most likely to harass him. "You can take a seat behind " The teacher instructed and Tatsuki raised her hand up "Yo over here "She called to Yaseji. Yaseji was contemplating in his mind how this would turn out, Sitting behind the cute girl in class, he took a seat and leaned his head on the desk nearly putting on his earphones. "Hey" A voice called form the left, it was a tender and naïve sounding voice.

"Im Inoue Orihime, its nice to meet you Seishin-san" She said. So the big tittied girl had a name, he thought. Guess I should refer to her as such. "Hi I'm Glad to meet you to, but there's no need to be formal call me Yaseji". Orihime smiled contently at making a new friend, and Yaseji did too however his smile was drenched in bitter sweetness he didn't want to make a friend he didn't have the time for such a liability. He could be moving before the days over for all he knows….

"Your name" Tatsuki said with a grin, while turning in her seat. "Is so awesome, I mean your parents had to have a lot of guts in order to name you that there isn't a lot of boys named "Wild Boy". She said. "Yea" Yaseji said with a grimace "Wish I had the chance to meet them". Tatsuki paled at her mistake, and decided to change the subject. "Ummm, ohh Orihime did you see my last match I knocked the shit out of the guy."Tatsuki stammered.

" So you take martial arts?" Yaseji asked. Tatsuki smiled at him.

"Yea, How about you would you want to have a match" She said.

Yaseji laughed, this cause Tatsuki some offence, "What's funny?" she asked. "Nothing, its just you lack so much feminine grace" Yaseji swallowed the last words. He knew he had crossed the line. A punch came straight towards him the boy blocked it with ease but it had some real good force in it. Tatsuki threw punches and Yaseji weaved around them. Tatsuki threw a kick and there was a click at the door a boy with orange hair walked in, Tatsuki was distracted for a second. Yaseji countered Tatsuki's kick by grabbing her heal and sweeping her other leg. In the Marines his father told him, this move is called a reap. Yaseji couldn't bring himself to finishing the move, if he did she might have her skull split open off the linoleum floor. With great reflex he pulled he leg in close braced her back with his arms and supported her with his own body.

It looked like a retarded tango. Her thigh met his thigh and Yaseji swore he was gonna die. But instead Tatsuki pushed him away with and blushed turning away from him, It was rather girly. "Yo" The orange haired dude said. "Tatsuki, is something going on with your err-"He looked at Yaseji "Friend" he deduced. This sparked Tatsuki anger and before anyone could tell both boys were on their knees holding there crotches."Shit she's over reacting" Yaseji said. He stifled the pain and stood up nearly straight.

"No knowing Tatsuki this was nothing less than usual rage" The orange haired teen said. "Actually I think , after seeing that move you did you got off lucky" Ichigo said laughing Yaseji laughed. " I'm Kurosaki Ichigo, how about you?" Ichigo asked with his hand out. Yaseji took his hand and shook it "Seishin Yaseji". "Dammit" Yaseji thought "I just keep making friends."

The rest of the day was uneventful. The only other thing was a assembly on dress code in which Yaseji sat next to Ichigo and Orihime he met Chad another dark sinned kid and found out they all had something in common. They were social misfits, they were judged on their appearance rather than their character and for once Yaseji felt normal, and accepted. On the way out a small badge with the number "15" fell out of Ichigo Kurosaki's bag. Nobody noticed.

Yaseji made his way to the bus stop he didn't have to fight today, he didn't have to yell. Apparently Ichigo and Chad had taken care of the assholes around this school long ago. On the way to drifting off to nostalgia, Yaseji felt something. A hunch. A hunch that he shouldn't go the same way he used to go a hunch that something was following him. Yaseji walked faster he walked nearly ran. But the air around him got colder. Yaseji turned around. There was something there, something black.

It was fuzzy. And he could barely make it out except the large hole in its chest and the large dome shaped mask protruding from its "Head". Yaseji wanted to scream, he wanted help, but he knew the smart thing to do would be to "haul ass". But he wasn't fast enough. He ran but the thing caught up to him a sharp claw like hand pierced Yaseji right through his stomach. He laid on the ground bleeding out The monster lifted its claw like hand again ready to destroy him . But it was sliced of. Like a flash of darkness a man in a black kimono appeared. He cut the monster into pieces and it disintegrated into smoke.

Yaseji knew this man this man was Ichigo. "Shit" Ichigo screamed. He grabbed yaseji's hand "Your gonna make it" he screamed, but he knew it was to late. Yaseji couldn't even hear him anymore. Ichigo could see the boys life-chain fading slowly into existence. And Ichigo cried he wept.

I could have saved Him.

It was then Tatsuki rounded the corner sensing a hollow. ( This takes place after karakura-raizer. i.e the arc when Tatsuki and ichigos human friends gained powers and defeated hollows) "Yaseji!" She screamed. Tatsuki ran to the boy's side, he coughed up blood. Tears in her eyes Tatsuki didn't want to see a friend lose a life, Even if she didn't know that friend long. "Ichigo help him!" She screamed. "I cant! Why are you even here?"Ichigo yelled back. "You forgot your soul badge! Save him, do something!" Ichigo thought and thought but the only thing he thought of was illegal.

Ichigo could see the chain nearly into existence now there friend was losing his life. But Ichigo knew a way he could keep him alive. He made his decision grasping his Zanpokuto in his hand he plunged it into the body of Yaseji.

But this was just the begging of coarse.

Well its 12:15 I hope you liked the story. Please favorite and review, the next update is in 2 weeks 1 week if I get at least 10 reviews.

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