I don't own Bleach Tite Kubo does (lucky)


My family used to call me a storyteller, a girl with an endless imagination.

But...

They don't call me that anymore. Instead, I'm just a girl with way too much time on her hands. After they stopped calling me that, I stopped telling my stories. The only person who would listen to me was my aunt. So when she offered for me to go live with her in Japan, I accepted.

My aunt... she is a strange woman. I had once asked why her hair was white and why she was so young. She laughed, and told me someday, she would tell me. When I reached her home, on a desolate street in a place called Karakura Town. She lived in a decently large, old Japanese styled house. It was a strange home, with a modern kitchen, a large, open room with Japanese style furniture, and the lovely tea room that reminded me of a fancy tea room from England. There were rooms I couldn't go in and a open backyard with a beautiful garden. My room was adjust greatly for me. It was dark blue and had a large bed with plush carpet. I was surprise to see a bathroom attached to it. I had falling in love with the view of the garden. And when I would look out the window, I would be greeted by the sight of this fox that was my aunts pet! It didn't look like a normal fox, because it's eyes were like slits and it had white fur. That made it strange because it was a lot larger than a normal fox. I found out that it was really affectionate and my aunt said that it loved me more than her. She said she got him/her (I'm not sure which, but let's say he) a little bit before I came, like a welcoming present. He would follow me around all around the house, and would sleep in my room with me. I named him Fubuki, which meant blizzard. When I would come home, he would jump on me and lick me. I never had a dog like that, but it was nice to know someone missed me while I was at school.

School...

I wasn't as comfortable at these Japanese schools as I was back home. I never really made any friends; the only friends I had were my aunt and Fubuki. I did have a few friends back home, we emailed each other. But years passed, and we lost touch.

I have been in Japan for 6 years, since I was 9. I had started high school a few months ago and was stuck in a room full of idiots. There was this bubbly blonde who was basically the 'queen' of the room. She had her cronies and her enemies. Those girls were the ones who wore dark make-up and broke the school rule by wearing black clothes. It's strange to say, we didn't have many boys in our class; we didn't have many people at all. We were kinda the people who were left over. I wasn't in either group and was treated like that, invisible. I have been asked by the 'dark or goth' group to write them a horror story before, which I did. That got me on the bad side of Tomoka, the blonde girl. I didn't care much about it, until strange things started to happen. My shoes had gone missing once, and were found hanging from a telephone wire. When I was looking up at them, they prep group was giggling behind me. I spotted a boy who was in my class last year who liked to get in trouble. I asked him to use his slingshot (yeah, he still used it in high school) to get them down. He was always deadly in his aim and they came down. Tomoka wasn't pleased. Next, while in gym, someone stole my normal clothes. I was sent home and I told my aunt. She was quiet for a little bit, before telling me to write it down. A few more days passed and my bag was missing. I found it in the river on the way home. Upon opening it, I found that there was a couple knives in there that cut up my hand. I couldn't avoid my aunts question, she always knew.

"Are you angry?" she asked me. I shrugged my shoulders. We were sitting in the common room, sitting at the table were our dinner was, Fubuki was at my feet.

"Yeah, I suppose." She raised a brow at me.

"You suppose? Is there something wrong with you child?" I didn't know how to answer her, so I just ate my rice. "If I'm right, your temper is like your mothers. She would always keep things inside and didn't like to let her temper go." We didn't take anymore about it and I went to my room with Fubuki on my heels. I sat at my desk, staring at my writing note book and my open sketch book. I looked down at my newest character, one that I was most proud of. Her name was Death because she was basically the Grim Reaper. I pushed my sketch book aside and opened my note book. I was mad, really mad, but auntie was right, I kept it all inside. I remember reading a book where this girl would write obituaries for people. I wonder if I poured all my frustration into writing something about Tomoka, I would feel better. But of course, I only really liked writing fiction, so I wrote something a long the lines of this.

The darkness of night engulfed everything in sight. The silver light from the pearl in the sky was the only thing that illuminated the crimson stained ground. A young girl, with blonde hair and baby blue eyes, lay in a pool of her own blood. A few of her friends beside her, ripped and shredded into human confetti. Above them stood a girl with long silver hair. She shifted to her side, using the large bloodied scythe for support. Reaching behind her ebony eye-patch, she scratched the inside of her eye-socket. Death dismissed her scythe in a puff of smoke and grabbed the old style lantern at her feet. Tomoka Nakamura had finally awoken and jumped with a start. She screamed as she stared down at a corpse, her corpse. Death scowled, the sound of Tomoka's shriek was annoying. She unlatched the lantern and began to sing an eerie song.

Come all of my children. Come over to play.

Tomoka's eye's darkened as she took a step forward.

Let us count down your days til I take you away. Come here my dear children.

Her friends souls raised too, emotionless.

Listen to what I say. I'll call for you again, when comes your day.

They took small steps towards her.

Come now, all of you children. Let us lie awake, until the darkness comes, to sweep you away.

Towards their fate.

Come here my children. Don't run away. You can not escape me.

Towards Death.

Come here dear children. Trust me, you'll be okay. Let dear Death take you away.

I placed my pencil down, I realized I had gone too far, way to far. I felt ashamed and I ripped the paper up as much as I could. The sun had already set, so I got ready for bed. Laying there, I shook my head in shame. Never should I wish such a thing upon another human being. At least, it was just a story.


A strange story... i guess... it will turn out to be a IchigoxOc. You can make assumptions, but who knows, cuz i don't. please comment, makes me happy.