Me: Okay! So, this is the start of my rewrite of Sibling Rivalry. For those of you who want to know why I'm rewriting this, the answer is quite simple. I found the original version to be… unrealistic and stupid. Not to mention I started in the middle of the series. Misaki has stayed the same but I changed her zampaktou and squad, the story will start from the beginning, and I'm hoping that my writing has improved.

Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to the anime Bleach. That all belongs to the amazing Tite Kubo. I simply own Misaki, her zampaktou, and a box set of the anime. Not much.

Enough of my mindless rambling! On with the show!

Hereafter, heaven, the afterlife, the other side. It can be referred to as such, yet very few know the true name. The Soul Society is a place where the dearly departed are sent by Shinigami, or Death Gods. Shinigami are spiritual beings that have power to move from the Living World and Soul Society to either rid the area of hollows, corrupted spirits that feed upon living and nonliving human souls, or help souls pass on.

This is where our story begins.

Quiet. That is one word you could use to describe a room in Squad Five's barracks. Then again, you could also call it sloppy and unorganized. A single bed was sitting against a far wall by a window, where a lone figure slept soundly, and on an end table next to that bed many papers were scattered haphazardly.

"Nnn.." The figure groaned, rolling over until eventually…

Bam!

Blankets flew everywhere, curses were muttered, and a white haired girl emerged from the pile of blankets and sheets.

"That hurt." She ground out while rubbing her throbbing forehead. Slowly, she stood and tossed the blankets back onto her bed. She looked out her window and was almost completely out of it when someone started knocking lightly on her door.

"Misaki-chan, its time to wake up." The tone of voice was soft and shy, the pitch high.

"No need to wake me Hinamori-chan. I'm up already." The white haired girl, now known as Misaki, said while opening the door. The other girl, Hinamori, had black hair held up in a bun, a fuku-taicho band on her arm, and brown eyes. They both smiled at each other and walked through the barracks.

"So, Hinamori-chan, what's up?" Misaki asked, hands behind her head.

"Not much really. Aizen-taicho has been so as of late." Misaki made a face at the mention of her captain, but shook it off at the look in Hinamori's eyes.

'I don't see why she admires him so much. He doesn't seem very.. Special.' Misaki was so engrossed in her thoughts that she almost ran into another Shinigami.

"You really should watch where your going, Hitsugaya." Misaki's eye twitched at her last name being used, sorely tempted to burn that guy's ass into smoldering ash.

~`~`Misaki POV~`~`

'I'm going to knock his teeth down his throat if he doesn't knock that off.' I thought with my hands still behind my head.

'My, how violent you are, Misaki-sama.' A childish voice chimed in, shortly followed by another, slightly mature voice.

'Yes. I must agree with my brother on this one.' With an aggravated sigh, I attempted to ignore my chatty zampaktou.

"Misaki-chan? Are you alright?" Hinamori asked, making me aware of her presence.

"Ah! I'm sorry Hinamori-chan! I guess I spaced out a bit." I laughed sheepishly and rubbed my head.

'What a wonderful start to my day.'

Me: Well I hope this didn't suck. I'm sorry this is so short.. The next chapters will be longer. I'll try to update soon! Reviews are welcome and so is constructive criticism. I will use flames to melt Justin Bieber dolls. (Sorry to any of his fans.. I just don't like him.)

Misaki: She'll give you some information on me in the next chapter.