(my first fic please review :) ill try to respond... btw any new ideas for new storys are welcome :)!

Disclamer: if i owned bleach these two would see eachother more often ;) btw why would i be writing this if i owned anythin?


Death and Love

"We are alive for a moment, one second in this great abyss of time." I guess that's true. Both my parents are 'dead' and my brother in half dead. My mother is gone. My father is a Death God in a gigi. My brother (Ichigo), on the other hand, has his real body but became a Death God at 15 . Yuzu and I are the only normal humans. I can see spirits/ghosts, hollows, and even Death Gods.

I met one. His name was Toshiro Hitsyaga – Captain of the 10 squad (what ever that meant). He was short, really short. He helped me win a soccer game, and saved my life from a very strong hollow. He had white hair that spiked up like Ichi-nii's. Toshiro made me feel like I couldn't live with out him. Hell I would even become a shingnimi to be with him. I hoped and prayed that I could see him again.

With that I left. Running down the stairs and throwing my jacket on. The door slammed behind me as I left that house. About five steps away from the house, the door opens again. I turn to see its Ichigo. "Hey" he yelled at me. I do not wan t to talk to him. "Funny isn't it?"

"What?" he took me by surprise

"Hitsyaga is being an ass." he said not staring at me but at the sky.

"Who?" I tried to sound like I didn't know him

He whispered softly into my ear "The name you say in your sleep."

I bushed a deep red. Did I really do that? How would he know I knew him otherwise? Under my breath I mumbled "shit" hopefully unheard by my brother. After that I quickly asked "So, how is he acting?" He put his arms above his head. "A lot like you."

"So, his temper is flaring," Mine sure was, "He been pushing people away to be alone, and has been talking a lot less"

My witty brother said in a calm tone, "You missed one thing."

"What?" this statement took me off guard but the next statement put me in to a state of shock.

"He is acting like he is in love with someone he can't be with or someone who doesn't love him back."

"h…he…he..l..ove..s me…?" I stuttered. My mind, after the shock, started racing.

"Ask him yourself." he answered in reply. He started to walk back home. I was where I had first met him. He picked up my soccerball.

I started to walk up those stairs. I saw him staring off into the sunset. I stared in awe at his handsome white hair that spiked despite gravity. I started to walk towards him. He somehow didn't know I was there. I stopped beside him and tore my eyes from him and started off into the sunset. Its time to make my presents known, blunt as always but in a soft tone, "Hey, why are you back?" I could feel his eyes on me. I heard a very soft sigh come out of his mouth.

"I came back to see you," he said very softly. That was unusual for him, because his words always sounded cold. "I… I…mi..ss..ed… you" he stuttered as he slowly kissed my cheek. I let my instincts take over and I kissed him on the lips after. I guess I surprised him with how much force I put into it, because we fell.

He was somehow on top of me pinning me to the grassy ground. My cheeks must have been a dark red now by the way my heart was pumping. After a half an hour of kissing, he said that I would have to go home soon. He slowly picked me up, one arm around my waist and the other around my back. My arms wrapped themselves around his neck. He shipoed back to my home, and dropped me off by the door. I walked up stairs and he met me in my bedroom. He left me with a bittersweet kiss as he jumped though the open window saying, "Till next time Love."