An Evil, Teasing Silver Fox

Prologue

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, but I wish I did. Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo!

Arrg, I've been having a Gin thing for about a week and finally decided to make a story bout' him. I don't ever think I'll actually complete a story! Thisd stinks! Gin fans, hope you enjoy. Oh, and this story might be a bit dark, donno. Now I gotta go get some ice cream, it's hot outside!

Crashy!

A girl walked down the street. She had red hair with grey tips. That girl was me; I'm a regular eleven year old middle school student. I walked down the block. I had just come from home. School was annoying as usual. My uncle probably couldn't pick me up because he was drinking. Everyday, he says that he was busy with paperwork. That's a big fat lie.

I live in a town called Karakura town. My life story consists of a lot of tragedy. My Father and Mother had a one night stand and my Mother obviously got pregnant with me. But when she found out, she couldn't get an abortion. She was evidently unhappy about that. As soon as I was born, she immediately decided to put me up for adoption. That's when my Aunt and Uncle came in. They wished to take me in and my mother gladly accepted. Nowadays, I don't even think of my Mother and Father as such, they don't deserve the title.

I found out this little piece of information from my Uncle who was yelling at the phone one day. I guessed it was the man who got her pregnant. I was using the speaker phone. Now, there are a couple of things I want to tell you, even though I don't know why I think I need to.

Hmm, let's see, oh yes, my Aunt. My Aunt was diagnosed with cancer, breast cancer to add details. She was diagnosed with it when I was around seven and died only eight months later. She was one of the nicest women I have ever known. I presume you could've thought I was happy when she was alive. At her funeral, I cried for the first time and I never truly smiled again, at least until I met two people who I could actually call friends, but I'll tell you about them later.

That was also the last time my Uncle hugged me. And then the drinking began. He never abused me, he just got sober and let out all his problems and stress in tears. I never went to try and comfort him, being the inward person I am. I thought he didn't care about me, but when I come home, he doesn't look that drunk. When I see that, I think that he might care about me.

My friends are Kurosaki Ichigo and Kera. Ichigo was a boy I met near a river where he was crying. I went down and sat next to him. It was a little after then I learned of his mother. We were the same age and both had lost someone important to us. Before that, I met Kera. Kera was like an older sister. I met her in front of my house. But there was one catch. She was a ghost. I saw her weeping in my garden and walked up to her. When I asked my aunt about her, she asked me about an imaginary friend. Ignoring her, I brought her into my house and we talked a bit. I found out what a ghost was. She told me that she died in a burning building. I told her the story of my Mother and Father. Kera looked at me sympathetically. Then she was about to tell me about something else when she looked to have seen a monster.

For no apparent reason, she ran out and looked around in panic. I looked where she was looking but couldn't find anything around us.

"Kera! What's going on?"

I could voice my thoughts back then, but now I think about every single word before I say something. It's either that or to speak in my mind.

Then I saw a young man wearing a black outfit that was something from ancient Japan. He had some type sword in his hand. He looked at Kera and flipped his sword over to the side on his hilt. Before he pressed it on her forehead, she looked towards me and smiled, saying, "I hope I don't see you in Soul Society anytime soon little girl, I don't want you to die yet. Bye."

Then the guy pressed the hilt on Kera's forehead, making her start to fade. I stared in total shock, unable to move. For no apparent reason, I bolted back home and never spoke of that incident to my Aunt and Uncle again. Even though I only knew her for a couple of hours, she was still what you could call my first friend.

I was supposed to go meet Ichigo at dinner tonight. But yet here I stand, walking down the street, telling you my life's story. If you looked down at my wrist, you could see a silver chain-like bracelet hanging there. On top of it was an animated ladybug. It was a present for my fifth birthday. I began to where it after Auntie died. I thought it was a troublesome trinket when I first got it. It's still a bit big even now. It would most likely fit in a few years of whatever.

My back ached as I continued to walk. I wanted to collapse to the floor at home and switch on the fan. My pessimistic, rude, cool attitude got the better of me and I trudged my way over to the bench, thinking many dire things that could happen to me in a matter of five minutes.

I didn't imagine that something would collide into my body, sending me onto a dead heap on the floor, surrounded by dark, crimson blood. What I could make out was a van and people murmuring.

Pain. It filled my body to the damn core. I felt tears fall down my face. It hurt to swallow and close my eyes. My head pounded fiercely. I didn't want to die yet, although I hated my life. My fingers moved a bit. Then I fell into a dark pool of unconsciousness. The last thing I predict I heard was the siren of an ambulance.

My dreams were blank. I saw the bright lights coming into my vision. I attempted to move my arms, but they stayed still. I felt much pain and numbness. I wanted to die. I rolled my eyes and glanced to the side. I saw my uncle sleeping on a chair. He looked disheveled and tired.

I looked up and glared. I felt my life force slip away slowly. It was peaceful. I felt my lips twitch up into a small, yet sweet smile. At least if my Uncle cares, he can see that I died serenely.

Closing my eyes, I felt every part of my body go numb.

Suddenly I woke up. The first thing I thought was, "Did the doctors get to me in time?"

Looking around, I noticed I was on the roof of the hospital. I was wearing my pajamas which were a pair of pants that reached my ankles and was pine green plaid. My shirt was a lighter; mint shade of green that was a bit baggy, long sleeved, and had a flower picture in front of it.

Then I noted the short chain hanging out from my chest. A small black hole surrounded the chain. I stared, wide-eyed and completely astonished. But I didn't say a word. It strangely didn't hurt. Then I noted the fact that my body was transparent. I was dead. My feet were bare. I walked pass the door and went down the emergency stairs.

I attempted to go back to my hospital room. Walking to the eleventh floor, I went to room eight, zero, nine. When I entered, I saw an empty bed and my uncle, collapsed on the floor, crying. I blinked and walked away. But before that, I whispered a final goodbye.

I left the building and stalked away, wondering where I should go. "Damn, where should I go?"

I just decided to walk wherever my feet would take me. I looked down and found myself in a field of wheat. I didn't know how long I had walked. All I knew was that I was out of town.

I sat down and stared out. I stood up and looked around again. Sighing, I ran back to my house. Racing away, I ended up down the street. Then I stopped at a house with a grey roof and dark red bricks. For a few minutes, I glanced at it for a while. Then my legs suddenly felt tired. I actually didn't think that you could feel anything when you're dead.

Dropping to the ground, I scooted over to the side of the house and leaned my back to the wall.

So this was how I was probably going to spend the rest of my life, sitting on a hard brick, destroying my spine. I twisted the bracelet on my wrist and pressed my head down to my knees. This was how I spent an hour of my day.

After that hour passed, I stood up and stretched. I felt tired and depressed. Tightening the silver trinket, I was about to take a step when pressure press on top of me.

I crumpled to the floor and tried to lift my head but couldn't. Currently I was on my hands and knees. A loud screech made me wince. I struggled to lift my head. I succeeded but my head felt like it was about to burst. My eyes dilated and I wanted to close my eyes and wake up in my bed.

It was a monster with blue skin and it looked like a hideous combination of a lizard and a human. It had an idiotically large mask covering its face.

My mouth dropped open. The monster looked at me and was probably smiling creepily.

"What delicious power coming from such a young child. I will consume you and your spiritual power!"

He ran at me, trying to strike a blow. I kept dodging. I panted. My heart was beating a million miles a minute. I wanted to growl or shoot a few nasty remarks. But I was too much of a damned coward to do so.

The thing kept attacking me. I kept running. It was about to strike again. I hated this. It punched me and I slid to the floor. I groaned and whimpered in pain. I bit my lip as I stood. Shit.

Before anything else happened, someone in a black kosode and hakama appeared in front of me. This was all too confusing to me. My body trembled in complete fear. He stared at the monster in front of us head on. Unsheathing his sword, he struck the monster at the mask. He seemed to be skilled at this. He also seemed to have done this many times.

The monster dissolved into the air. I wanted to ask the man what happened, but he simply flipped the sword over to the hilt and placed it near my forehead, grinning he said, "The name's Kaien Shiba!"

He pressed the hilt to my head and I stared as the world I lived in slowly faded. Damn person, damn monster. From what I saw, I was probably fading. I gave a mean and rude glare to the man away from me.

My name is-

Ohh, cliffy! Next chapter our friend ends up in the Soul Society. Wonder how she'll survive Rukongai! And tell me what you thought about it! Constructive criticism welcome. Thank you for reading, I'll attempt to write soon. Ja ne!