A/N: Hi everyone! I have STARTED A NEW BLEACH FANFIC. I'm starting to see that I have a LOT of stories running but I never seem to finish any, but I thought up of this story and I COULDN'T RESIST WRITING IT! I even came up with a plot! So it's fool proof! You and to those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, well, then I don't know what to say! But I hope you guys like this! I tried to be original! So tell me what you think!

By the way go look at my other Bleach fanfic, I would really appreciate it!

Disclaimer: I DONT OWN BLEACH OR ITS CHARICTERS! sadly...

Ichigo's POV

I can't believe this! I mean how long had I been going out with her and then I leave for two DAYS and she turns around and cheats on me?

I guess my friends were right and she was a lying, manipulative, bitch

I shoved my hands into my pockets. Walking along the beach always helped me when I needed to cool down or think.

..Like having your girlfriend you've been dating for five months cheat on you right after she said I was "the one", God, I'm such an IDIOT! How could I have fallen for that shit?

I can't believe Orihime didn't even TRY and hide the fact. I mean honestly, I walk into her apartment and see her making out with some guy and all she says is, "Oops, looks like the cats out of the bag, huh?" and goes back to shoving her tongue down his throat.

WHAT THE HELL!

I sigh and look out into the dark sea. The sky looked violet and midnight blue, making the sea a supremely deep violet, almost black. With the moon casting enough light to guide my way, I felt the cold water splash around my feet. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the salty air.

Home.

That's what I thought of when I inhaled the bittersweet aroma of the sea.

I took a breath and started walking toward home.

I lived alone in my family's old vacation house.

My dad was going to sell it, but there were way to many memories in that house so I moved out at eighteen and have lived there ever since.

Three years later I live alone in that house on the beach, its paradise.

No insane goat-face dad, no pressure to look happy for my sisters, and no having to look at their faces and remember the pain I caused them, even though they hide it. No, now it's just me and the sea.

At twenty-one, I couldn't ask for anything more.

I live real close to the university I go to and everything was perfect. That was...until five months ago, I guess.

I never really thought about a girlfriend, but when Orihime Inoue asked me out, I couldn't think of a reason to say no, so I said yes.

At first I guess it was a little bit awkward, but after a while I actually was happy.

But only for a while.

Then things changed. She was demanding and always prying into my life, wanting and seeking things I couldn't give her, then she got clingy and possessive, two things I hate about people.

Then tonight, I found her making out with that guy and her only response was "...the cat was out of the bag".

I bent over and grabbed some rocks and sand and threw it into the water with all my strength.

I kept throwing them, yelling out my frustration and anger.

I let her play with my emotions! I let her hurt me! I'm such a dumb ass!

I gave a yell and then bent over and put my hands on my knees, breathing hard, my orange locks nearly covering my face.

I took a deep breath, and started making my way home again.

Then I heard something.

It was...splashing?

I looked out to the now obsidian waters and saw something.

It looked like a log, but I'm not an idiot and I know for a fact that logs don't move.

I was about to walk away again, when the splashing started again.

This time my head whipped out to see that the log wasn't a log at all, but a human body.

Taking action I took off my sweatshirt, shirt and shoes, I was already wearing swim shorts seeing as I was giving swimming lessons all day.

I made a run for it, right into the frigid, ice cold water.

I mind told me that I was crazy, to get out before I got sick, but my body didn't register the cold, all I did was swim, and save the body that was floating in the waters.

The body wasn't far; it was at a safe swimming distance at night.

Once I reached the body, I saw that it was covered in netting.

"What the hell?" I mutter.

Then the hard part came; getting us back to the shore.

I pumped my legs and pushed my one arm through the water, feeling the water glide between my fingers and toes, while my other arm was tightly around the small body's torso.

The tide and waves crashed onto us, not strong enough to drag us under, but enough to make this situation difficult.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally reached water shallow enough so I could stand. I picked up the body, and carried it bridal style the rest of the way.

The body was light, and I still couldn't tell because of the netting if it was male or female, but they were small, and light, that was for sure.

I jogged the rest of the way to shore, the slight breeze bringing goose bumps up my arms, and my teeth into a chatter.

With sight urgency I started removing the netting.

What I found surprised me.

It was a girl, with short obsidian hair, a white shell in her hair, her skin was a flawless alabaster, she was wearing a swim suit, it was violet and her top had a single thick strap that started in the middle of her, um, chest, and crossed over her left shoulder, and there was a decorative white circle that was placed in the middle.

The bikini showed off her toned legs and stomach.

I couldn't help but blush. I see girls in swimsuits more reveling than this but for some reason I felt attracted to this girl.

I saw that she was breathing, so there we no need to give her mouth to mouth.

I felt a pang of emotion. Disappointment?

Why in the world would I be disappointed? This made no sense!

I sighed, got up and searched for my shirt and sweatshirt. Once I found them a little ways off, I retrieved then. I tried in vain to get the sand out.

I gave up and knelt down next to the unconscious girl.

Who was she? And most importantly what was she doing in the water? How did she get there?

Sighing, I lifted her body into a sitting position and slipped my sweatshirt over her head and hoped it would keep her warm.

I blushed again, liking how this strange girl looked with my large sweatshirt on her small form with my last name on the back.

Kurosaki.

I shook my head. I think I must have swallowed to much salt water.

I put on my shirt and decided to carry my shoes.

I let out a sigh and picked her up bridal style and once again made my way back home.

I don't know what the hell is happening to me, but for some reason, this girl is bringing out emotions in me that I haven't felt in a long time.

She makes me feel like I belong with her, that she belongs to me, that I need to protect her.

I shake my head, what the hell is going on?

After minutes of pondering and enjoying the feel of the white sand between my toes and the girls head on my chest, I finally see home.

It's a large home, two stories, many large windows, several rooms, and a huge deck reaching out over the sea. Did I mention it was built over a cliff?

Yes, the house was built on a cliff, not to tall, and there were no rocks at the bottom so it was safe to jump into the deep water below.

I can tell you from experience that jumping into the water from the deck is exhilarating.

The house also had satires leading up from the main beach to the deck, as well as to the other side to a private beach only accessible by swimming and those stairs. No one goes there, so it's kind of my sanctuary.

I climbed the numerous stairs, already used to the climb, but the extra weight was proving to be a slight problem.

Nothing I couldn't handle though.

Once I got to the top of the stairs though, then I had a problem.

I narrowed my eyes, glaring at the closed glass door.

I gave a sigh and did what any man would have done in my situation.

I flung the girl over my left shoulder and then proceeded to grab the key from its hiding place on the top of the molding of the door.

I slid in the key and neatly unlocked the door and opened it. Then the next problem came.

Where the hell would she sleep?

I thought for a second then decided to let her have my sisters' old room that was right next to mine.

Throwing the keys into the bowl on the table, I made my way up to their room. I opened the door and found Yuzu and Karin's beds. I carefully made my way to one of the beds and pulled back the covers. Then I wrapped my left arm around her legs so they were in the creases of her knees and then I backed up to avoid her hitting her head. I bent over awkwardly and her body immediately fell backwards. I caught her with my right arm, so I was once again carrying her bridal style.

I looked down at her peacefully resting face and then lay her on the bed and pulled the covers over her. She immediately turned on her side and curled up, a small smile appearing on her face.

She snuggled into the pillow, looking absolutely beautiful.

Wait...beautiful?

What is wrong with me? I ran a hand through my hair.

I don't know what possessed me to do what I did next, but I did it anyway.

I leaned over, swept a piece of black hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.

Then I pulled away and my eyes widened.

What. The. Hell.

I whipped a hand down my face and looked out the window overlooking the water.

I walked over and opened the window a bit, to let in a breeze and to hear the shhhhhhh of the ocean.

I don't know why but I think she will like to hear the water.

Having completely embarrassed myself, I walk out of the room and close the door and make my way to the bathroom.

I get inside and turn on the light. I brace both hands on the sink counter top and look down then up into the mirror.

I see myself, my face is in a scowl like always, and my bright orange hair is still wet, and some strands are plastered to my forehead.

My auburn eyes are wild, I guess I feel wild, I mean it's been an emotional day and the girl that's in another room in the same house has made me feel things I didn't know I was capable to feel.

Who was she?

I turned on the water.

I cupped my hands and splashed the water in my face, enjoying the feel of the cold water.

I cupped my hands and gathered water and drank it.

Then I grabbed a towel off the rack and dried my face.

I suddenly felt drained of energy. I sighed and make my way out of the bathroom, turning off the lights and shuffling my way to my room, my feet feeling raw as I entered my wood floored room to my bed.

I fell face first onto the bed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The last thought I had was of the girl in the room next to mine.

Rukia's POV

My head was pounding when I woke to the sun in my face, my head on a super soft pillow, and I was wrapped in an equally fluffy blanket.

I was so comfortable I failed to notice that I was unusually dry and warm.

I guess I was just so comfortable.

The beautiful sound of the tide crashing against rocks was almost like a lullaby, the very sound of the water was comforting.

Even the smell of the salt, something I was all to familiar with. Then there was another aroma, an aroma so alien yet so succulent that it woke me in an instant.

That's when I noticed another thing. I wasn't in my home.

No, I was far from it.

I jumped out of the strangers bed and to my feet, a little clumsy about being on feet.

I sniffed the air and my mouth started to water as the aroma fulled my nostrils. It was like nothing I have never smelled before, it was indescribable.

This was the reason I can to the surface, I reminded myself.

The only thought that had me baffled was who brought me here and if they knew my secret.

I looked down at myself. I had on a overlarge piece of clothing of which I did not know the proper name of, but there was writing. Japan's national swimming Championship semi finals 2012.

I was impressed, the owner of the clothing and it's captor was very good at swimming.

Something we have in common. I lifted the clothing to see that my personal clothing was still on me, just underneath this overlarge shirt, dress thing.

I heard movement from below.

I looked outside and saw that I was in a two story home. I stuck my head into the wind and looked around. This house was on a cliff, not to big of a cliff, but the home seemed big, and the sea was just below.

I couldn't jump from here. If I wanted to explore the surface, I would have to get out of this prison I was in.

I gave an exasperated sigh and looked around the room,my hands on my hips.

It was fairly large; two beds, dressers, and desks, one large closet, one half was girly and pink, while the other side, the one I slept in was more tomboy.

I wondered who had lived here.

Or...lives.

I crept to the door, feeling wobbly and inexperienced on these two legs.

I opened the door to I white hallway, breezy, and it seems safe, so I get out of the room and carefully close the door.

I cautiously make my way to the end of the hallway and it leads me to stairs. I hate stairs.

So I stood at the top. I was hugging the corner of the wall when a breeze ran through the house. It caressed my cheek,lightly whipping my hair. The air smelled of the sea, of home, it was comforting, and the push I needed to take the steps down.

I was silent as I made my way down, my hand on the railing like it was my life support.

I finally made it to the bottom of the stairs when it hit me.

How as I to defend myself? Man, I really hadn't thought of it. Then I saw something in the corner. It was a vase, but it was holding some strange staff thing. It had a curved end and when I pulled it out I saw that the end was pointy.

Perfect!

Then I made my approach to find my captor.

I clutched my weapon.

With each step the pounding of my heart grew louder in my ears, with each step I grew more excited.

I have never felt so alive.

I passed many rooms, a living room, family room, dining room, a bathroom, two bedrooms, a room I did not know what to call,and then I came to the kitchen.

Then I saw him.

He was in the kitchen, cooking?

I had never seen a man cooking, how strange, but then again I myself have never cooked.

I looked at the man, and crooked my head to the side a little. He was extremely tall, with bright orange hair, he wore tight fitting swim wear, which from were I stood showed off his muscular back, and strong arms and legs.

Now that I looked closer I saw that his hair has water drops, so he was out swimming? Did this man love the water as much as I did?

Then I saw that it was he who was making this mouthwatering aroma.

I was so distracted that I didn't notice the man turnaround and look at me.

"Oh, seems like someone finally woke up, now would you be ever so kind as to tell me who the hell you are and what the hell you were doing caught in a net in the middle of the sea in the dark?"I blinked, all pleasant thoughts of this man disappeared with that sentence. How dare he talk to me in that matter, but what he said was interesting.

I was caught in netting?

That's when I remembered.

I got angry with my father, so I ran away from home.

I was swimming closer to the surface than I was supposed to, it was about midday, and that's when I fisherman's net somehow crept its way behind me and caught me along with many other fish, I looked at my tail and panicked, they can't see me it would not be food, so I reached for my hair pin, and then using the sharp end I started franticly cutting the netting.

I managed to cut the netting, I had released us all,but the sea was not calm, so it swept me away, I could not swim away,because my tail was caught, so I changed them to two legs, but that just made it worse, I became more tangled, till my whole body was wrapped in the netting.

I'm guessing I must have hit my head on something because I don't remember what happen.

My violet eyes locked with the mans auburn ones.

His eyes widened.

As did mine. He had the most captivating eyes I had ever seen, it was like I was looking into his very soul.

At that moment I didn't feel threatened, I felt, safe?

"What's your name?" I bursted out. I couldn't help it, I had to know. I looked at his face, he was extremely attractive,with sharp features, tan skin, but his face was scowling, but it seemed to suit him just fine.

"Ichigo Kurosaki, and you?" Now that I wasn't afraid I noticed his voice was like a bittersweet honey.

"Rukia Kuchiki," I replied, getting use to the sound of my voice, "Are you the one that saves me from the sea, gave me this clothing, and a bed to sleep in, even though you had no idea who I was?" I had to know, if he did this then I would have to tell him what I was.

He looked taken aback, but he nodded his head, "Yeah I did, now do me a favor and put down that umbrella, I'm not going to hurt you."

"Um-umbrella?" I crooked my head and looked down at the object in my hands, I looked up at him and asked, "What does it do?"

His scowl seemed to deepen before he answered, "What do you mean 'what does it do'? It protects you from the sun and rain." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but that made me wonder.

"What's rain?" he simply smacked his face and glared at me.

"What the hell it wrong with you? Did you hit your head? God, I don't have time for these stupid questions midget." What did he just call me?

I pulled my hand back and I throw this thing called an umbrella and it hit him right in the face. I straightened up and crossed my arms over my chest and smiled, "That's what you get for insulting me, Strawberry." I decided since he dare insult my height that I would insult his name.

"My name does NOT mean strawberry! It means number one protector!" I just met the man and I already knew what bottoms to push.

"Yeah right, you tell yourself that to make yourself feel better," I smirked and crossed my arms over my chest.

The scowl that didn't seem to leave his face seemed to deepen if possible. I tilted my head to the side, "Well tell me Kurosaki-kun, why is it that you never seem to smile? Are you so stupid that you do not know how to smile?" I smirked, I shouldn't be this rude but this Kurosaki guy was so easy to mess with.

His face concordant with disgust, I didn't know why.

"Never call me that again, ever. Ichigo is fine, just Ichigo." I grimaced before I nodded.

"Ichigo, may I ask you something?" He once again looked taken aback. I guess he wasn't used to being asked questions.

"Yeah, sure. What do you want, midget?" I would let that one slide, but he better not get use to it.

"Where I am?" It seemed an innocent enough question that even he could answer, right?

"My home?" He said it like it was a question, like he wasn't sure of the answer. I resisted the urge to smack my forehead.

"And where is your home?" I asked in an irritated voice, crossing my arms over my chest.

"On the beach, city Tokyo." Oh, so I drifted off to Tokyo, huh?

I closed my eyes, gave a huff, then opened my eyes and looked at him.

"Ichigo, I need to tell you something that you might not believe, but what I'm about to tell you it 100% true. Oh and by the way, I think you should sit down." I wonder how he will react to this information that I'm about to tell him.

I looked at him and saw that he was confused and conflicted, I guess he didn't have that much faith in me.

Ichigo's POV

"Ichigo, I need to tell you something that you might not believe, but what I'm about to tell you it 100% true. Oh and by the way, I think you should sit down."

I looked at the strange girl that stood in my kitchen,her arms crossed and her striking violet eyes looking at me.

My eye brows knitted together.

My head ran through the things that just happened,starting with the moment she came into the room.

I don't think I have ever seen anyone so fierce and terrified at once in my life.

Then I saw her eyes, her strange violet eyes, eyes that I would happily drown in if I was given the choice.

Then her mouth opened and words came out, her voice was strong and alluring, and the way she spoke was so familiar yet so foreign all at the same time. How could it be that this small girl could hold so much of my interest?

The way she spoke and acted made it seem like the very things around her were foreign; the way she looked at the umbrella and repeated its name, like she was seeing it for the first time.

This girl, Rukia, was so unpredictable, unlike the rest of the female population, instead of holding onto the umbrella like a scared child she threw it at me.

My scowl deepened at the remembrance of the incident.

Then she said she had something to tell me. What could she possibly want to talk about? I guess I had nothing to lose,right?

"Fine, Midget, we'll talk." I consciously walked to the kitchen table and took a seat, but that didn't stop me from seeing the spark of fire in her eyes as I called her a midget. I have to admit, pushing Rukia's buttons was fun, and at times easy, but of course had its consequences.

As I sat down, I watch Rukia walk across the room, her head held high but her walking wobbly, like that of a new born child.

I raised an eyebrow at this, "Hey, Rukia can you walk in a straight line?" My voice was teasing, I just hoped she couldn't hear the concern.

Why was I worried? I didn't know the girl!

"Shut up you carrot top strawberry! I'm not used to legs yet!" What? Not used to legs?

My confusion reached a new level as Rukia finally managed to sit down.

"Okay, I'm going to explain this so that you can understand, baka." I scowled and she continued, "I am not of your world." I opened my mouth to ask a question, when she silenced me.

"No, let me finish explaining what I have to say, then you can talk." She sighed before continuing, "like I said I am not of your world, I am a ma-meido" I looked at her a second.

"You're telling me you think your a mermaid?" I think I just brought a crazy women into my home.

She scowled, "Did I not just say that!" she slammed a fist on the table, "Now do you believe me or not?"

"Of frigging course NOT! Are you insane! Mermaids or mermans don't EXIST!"

Her face turned a lovely shade a red before she answered, "I'M HERE ARE I NOT YOU FOOL!" I stood up and put my hands on the table and glared down at the insane midget.

"Then prove it!" I challenged, smirking.

Her lips twitched, "Fine, just don't pass out, boy." My eye twitched. Boy?

Rukia plopped down on the chair and then pushed it back so I had a clear view of her legs.

Then something impossible happened.

It was like the space around her legs were shimmering,then like an invisible veil was being pulled from her legs and was replaced with a glistening violet tail.

It was to alien, and so beautiful. The smooth looking scales were like individual mirrors, each reflecting a hundred shades of violet. Her tail extended to two large flowing fins, each looking like feathers, they may look fragile, but they also looked like they could cut through metal as swiftly as it does water.

When I looked up I saw the top of her tail was hidden under my sweatshirt.

With my eyes as huge as the moon I sat back down.

I continued to look at Rukia's tail, and all the while she looked smug, and proud.

"Now do you believe me?" she asked smugly.

I simply looked at her face then back at her tail.

"Can I feel your tail?" Wow, where did that come from.

She looked uncomfortable for a second, she seemed to behaving an inner-conflict with herself.

"Well I guess you can." Her voice was filled with uncertainty but then her long tail extended to my side, and I very slowly extended my hand to stroke the glistening scales.

My fingers were met with smooth, flawless scales, it almost felt like skin. As I gently stroked her tail, I felt an electrical current shoot through me.

Then she took back her tail and I looked up at her,mildly disappointed that she had.

"I have something else to say. There are somethings about the ma-meido culture that you should know about and it's not bad, but when a complete stranger preforms an act of kindness with nothing but concern in their hearts, we ma-meido are then entitled to grant said person one wish for each kindness. Since you preformed three, I owe you three wishes. Of course there are rules; you can't wish for someones death, or harm to anyone really,and umm, you can't bring anyone back from the dead. Just don't wish for anything that might upset the balance of nature, okay, Ichigo?" I was gaping like a fish out of water.

This wasn't possible, none of this was possible!

"W-what?" That was all I could say.

"Oh and another thing," Rukia said, "I can't leave your side until I grant you all three wishes."

That pushed me over the edge, "WHAT THE HELL!"

A/N OMG I FINISHED IT! haha you guys have no idea how long that took me to write! I hope you guys like it! Review and tell me what you thing! How much you guys like it will determine how fast I post the next chapter!

I would also like to give a big THANK YOU to my un-official betas WhiteSheWolf17 and Manga-girl21, if it weren't for then this chapter would be very messy

~Darkkiss15