Okay so here with another story, again. And another bleach story! I'll try to keep this short but I'll just say I've been working on this slowly for months and have had to rewrite it numerous times as I refined the idea. The pairing in this story is with Tōshirō Hitsugaya but he won't pop up for some time and the whole romance thing will likely take forever because I mean, I want to be realistic with this (you don't fall for people instantly after all, especially not Hitsugaya.)

This story will eventually connect with the main storyline so in the beginning it's around 151-150 years prior (around 1850-1851) to the actual start of Bleach. (For those who don't know Rukia and Hisana arrived in the soul society approximately 150 years ago in 1851 whilst my OC arrived in 1850)

Inspirations: Daisy by banshee-hime (this was the original inspiration for this fic, a Hitsugaya fic and it's amazing!)
Curtain Call by SurreptitiousFox245 (Their writing style is incredible and the story is fantastic, another Hitsugaya one!)

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or its characters, only my OC's

Enjoy~

Prologue: District 79 – Kusajishi

I remember the first time I woke up in this place; I was in a cold, dark alleyway. I didn't know my name, my age, my appearance, I didn't know where I was or how I got there. I was nothing but a blank canvas, like an empty shell. I knew I was a child when I managed to sit up and look down at my small, dirty hands. All I knew was that I was hungry and in a strange place, and that I wanted to go home. Only problem was I didn't know where home was.

I got to my feet and trudged forward, my small legs wobbling violently. I felt like I was buzzing with energy but at the same time I felt so tired and weak, I needed food. I needed shelter. Placing my hand against a wall I used it for support as I finally made it out of the dark alley, my eyes wandered the surrounding street, what I saw caused me to stumble back in shock and fear.

The street was littered with dead bodies. Most of them rotting away.

Peering around the corner again I watched from the alley as other people I hadn't noticed before wandered the streets, some wounded, others perfectly fine. They all ignored the dead bodies like it was a regular occurrence. The sound of cries caught my attention as I looked to the left down the other end of the street, down that end I saw multiple people fighting and yelling. Fists, blades, blood.

This place was a nightmare.

That was just the very beginning for me, little did I know that I was in district 79- Kusajishi North Rukongai. One of the worst possible districts to be in. I also learnt later on that I was a soul and that there was no point trying to remember who I was when I was alive.

I learnt all this from someone very important to me, probably the only decent soul I'd met so far in this godforsaken place. His name was Hirokazu however I just called him Kazu, he gave me food and a shelter and he became like a brother to me, which was all I needed even if it would have been nice to have been sent to a better district. I had spent some time in the district before we met and I was practically a starved pack of bones by then, slowly dying in the very same alleyway I appeared in before Hirokazu found me and offered food I hadn't tasted for days. He carried me back to a small hut, made of sticks, wood and rags. It was located a little ways away from the major streets of the district on a small grassy hill and was more of a tent to be perfectly honest, but it soon became home, the both of them shared a 'bed' which was merely another rag they found as a blanket and two pillows they put together from stuffing grass into more tattered scraps of cloth and tying it up. They had a small campfire with small rocks surrounding it that they lit when cooking any food they managed to steal, the food they stole was often placed in a box in the corner of their small home for storage.

"Okay so today I managed to steal some bread and a fish, it's not much and the bread is a little stale and the fish…..I have no idea if it's okay but we'll find out?" Hirokazu said with a laugh as he tore the bread in half and handed one to me.

I smiled gratefully "Thanks…" I muttered as I nibbled on the bread, across from me Kazu swallowed the bread whole causing me to scoff.

"You eat like a pig." I deadpanned making him twitch in annoyance as he glared at me.

Hirokazu was a tall male at least to me, him being roughly 5"8 foot already and in appearance looked around 15 to 16 years old. He had shaggy dark brown hair with reddish brown eyes and more often than not had a grin on his face when I was around. Out in the street if you grinned like that people would take that as a sign to fight you.

You know how some people joke that certain places are a 'no smiling zone'? well this was the place. Unfortunately it wasn't much of a joke considering if you laugh, smile or are just happy at all you're literally dead within seconds, because you're either seen as an annoyance, a disturbance or just an easy target. Simple as that.

Hirokazu ruffled my hair, breaking me from my thoughts I looked up to him in question as he pointed to the window of our small shack, we both shuffled over to it and peered through the small window- well it wasn't much of a window as it didn't have any glass, it was more of a hole in the cloth than anything.

Peering through it I saw outside there was a potential fight brewing- again. The brawls were far more than just daily and would always end in death. As cruel as it was, to Kazu and me that was a good thing. The more of them dead meant less danger for us and it meant we could steal from the corpses. They very rarely had food on them, when they did it was like we struck gold, but for the most part we stole any clothes or weapons they had. The clothes would've only been rags which we could either wear or use to strengthen the 'walls' of our home. It didn't do too well on rainy days that much was for sure.

The two of us watched as the fight progressed, the men cutting each other down mercilessly. Blood sprouting from their bodies like a waterfall and creating pools of red below them. In the past Kazu used to cover my eyes and ears so I couldn't see the violence but eventually gave up, the screams and yells, the ripping of fabric and clashing of swords, the blood and corpses, it was all an everyday occurrence for me and I couldn't care less what happened to those men. If anything I had become a little sadistic overtime as I had to hold back a laugh when some of the men fighting slipped on the pools of blood surrounding them which resulted in them getting impaled, other times I got irritated with how long the fight would go for and just wanted them to get decapitated or stabbed to death so we could grab their stuff.

"Now Hotaru, a young girl like you shouldn't be having such thoughts!" Kazu said from beside me causing my eyebrow to raise in question.

Kazu grinned "You get this creepy look in your eye when you watch fights, I'd personally like to call it bloodlust but you don't know till you join the fight~" he mused.

Yes, my name was Hotaru as Hirokazu had named me. Neither of us had a last name and were both trying to figure one out and had yet to come up with one we both liked. (it was a common argument between us.)

I scoffed in response "Joining the fight would mean instant death. You've seen those guys! They're huge."

It was Kazu's turn to quirk a brow as he leant back casually "It doesn't sound like you're scared of them."

I shook my head and watched the fight progress, which was thankfully coming to the end with only three men remaining in the brawl "Nah, when I said they were huge I didn't say it out of fear. I just meant logically I couldn't kill them because I don't have any skill and I'm too weak."

Kazu looked at me contemplatively "We could change that."

Now turning my gaze to Kazu my eyes narrowed "What do you mean?"

Waving a hand dismissively he grinned cheekily "You don't need skill to fight after all, 'You've seen those guys'" he quoted before continuing "And I can get you strong in no time! 500 push ups right here right now!" he ordered, pointing to an empty spot on the floor.

I looked at him blankly before sighing and standing up "They're all dead. Let's go." I jerked my thumb to the outside area, Kazu looked at me for a moment before glancing outside to see that in the brawl the last two ended up killing each other. He nodded to me and we both lifted up our 'door' which was just a large rag covering the entrance, running down the small hill we both ran into the empty street and checked the area before nodding to each other and began searching the bodies.

Six bodies, all men. They recovered all the rags they wore as they both needed to repair their home after a particularly strong rainfall, they also had to barricade it from the cold that was fast approaching. The only downside of this is that the rags were practically already soaked in blood by this point but there was nothing they could do about that aside from soak it in the river. After ripping a rag off a now mutilated body I paused as I stared down at the sword in his hand it was a beautiful katana that shone, at least to me. In reality it was soaked in blood and was battered and chipped in a few areas but it could be sharpened and repaired in no time. I grinned and grabbed the handle, some excitement washed over me as I always wanted a sword even though Kazu would probably throw a fit because of it.

Needless to say, Kazu did end up throwing a fit when they got back home lecturing me saying I only looked to be about eleven years old and shouldn't hold such a 'dangerous and sharp object' to which I scoffed at. Eventually he gave up because it was district 79 after all.

It was nightfall now and after attempting to clean the blade with a rag and sharpen it with a rock I lay down and held it up horizontally, staring at it in excitement. I saw a dull reflection of myself in the blade; grey eyes stared back at me and black hair down to my upper back with various strands hanging in my face showed in the dull reflection.

"You've certainly taken a liking to that thing." Kazu muttered as he sat beside me, I shot him a grin as I sat up and turned to him, I placed the blade in my lap.

"Isn't it beautiful?" I whispered as I stroked the blade, it unfortunately didn't come with a scabbard but I didn't care.

Kazu sighed, placing his hands behind his head as he flopped down onto their makeshift pillow "I worry about you sometimes."

By now, most people would have been scared of me, or should have been. The only reason they weren't was generally because they were basically insane themselves (aka most of the people residing in district 79) but Kazu was different, he wasn't insane or even mentally unstable as far as I could tell. Sometimes it was surprising that he stuck by me, that saying he worried about me was actually somewhat of a joke because he didn't care whether I liked killing people or not. He didn't care if I laughed when people died or got frustrated when they didn't. All he cared about was that we were both alive and well- as well as we could be at least.

It was a strange world I lived in that was for sure.

Pretty darn short but what do ya think? I'm personally quite liking this story~ It's somewhat of an updated writing style for me and I don't normally write in first P.O.V. Admittedly when editing this I continuously had to edit out 'she' because I do it from habit switching from I to she randomly (which is irritating).

I would like to say I did some research on what happens to souls after they die and there wasn't much of an official answer I could find but presumably they (if not killed by a Quincy) are reincarnated into the world of the living (like a never ending cycle basically.) In this fanfiction I have made it that the bodies do not disappear for at least 8-10 days. (Here is perhaps a not so great fact here which I recently discovered, maggots can consume up to 60% of the human body in under seven days)

Yes, I have done research on a lot of things. Especially the timelines and I am far beyond exhausted by this point. (Having already written the prologue, chapters 1, 2 and 3 before even uploading anything, already having done a timeline from the year 1851 (151 years prior) to 2001 (beginning of Bleach.) AND OC information on Hotaru which is extensive, basic info on all the other Oc's, I've already drawn the 3 main characters, written a basic plot too.) So no, the words exhausted and proud would be understatements.

Anyways nothing much more to say except the usual,

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