Author's Note: Well, here's the new, rewritten version of HHPS. Next Monday I start school, so not many updates That, and I'm going through a tough time now. So, updates will be slow due to school and other things.

The raven-haired girl stared into her snow globe, seeing a clinic and an orange-haired boy with fair skin and amber eyes. She smiled to herself slyly and placed it back on the counter, sliding off. Her black dress billowed behind her and she caressed the small, holed dolls on the shelves of her store.

"He'll be coming soon…," she murmured to one, carefully petting its head.

(To the fair-skinned boy)

The boy kicked the side of a building in anger. And out of spite, he kicked it harder. He growled, mumbling so many profanities to himself that he thought the woman across the street was going to shove soap in his mouth.

"I hate that my dad is making me get a job. And Karin and Yuzu agree with him!" he spat, shoving his hands in his pockets so hard, his jeans should've slipped right off his thin waist.

"Ichigo!" He turned to see Karin running up to him. She had a pack of papers in her hands. "Here. You forgot your recommendations." She handed him the papers. He took them and smiled.

"Thanks for sending me to hell Karin."

"Anytime." She laughed as his sarcastic smile faded into a scowl and he turned on his heel and left. "Oh, hey, uh, Yuzu made you a bento! Here." She caught up with him in two steps and showed him the box. It had red paper with reddish-pink strawberries on it. His eyebrow twitched and he reluctantly took the box.

"Tell her I said thanks." He waved and watched his sister disappear around the corner. He turned back and continued to walk, cursing even more at himself now that he was supposed to get a job, and he had a girly bento in his hand.

(4 hours later)

"You know what!? I'm this fuckin' close to killing someone!" he spat to himself. "No, no, no, no, no!! That's all anyone says to me anymore!!" He punched the side of a brick building, making his knuckles bleed. He wiped it off on the inside of his shirt and sighed heavily.

Out of nowhere, a piece of paper slapped him in the face. He tore it off, and for some reason, had the urge to read it.

"Herm…two minutes, and that's it." He looked at the words in a scary black and red font, and the picture of disfigured, holed, and masked creatures on the poster. He blinked a few times, and looked at the requirements for working.

" 'Must be able to handle blood, violence, and death well, must be able to remember our slogan, treat customers nicely, no matter how horrible their attitude is, must be able to give bad news and not regret the outcome…'" He stared at the flyer and shoved it into his back pocket, headed for the store he just discovered.

(At said store)

Ichigo looked at the small, gloomy shop that resembled a toy store. He walked to the doors and stopped, slightly intimidating. He swallowed, took the doorknob in his hands, and twisted it. He hesitated in pushing it open, but proceeded to do so, and stepped inside. The bell overhead rang, and light feet shuffled to the front.

"Welcome, Ichigo Kurosaki," a dark-haired lady, clad in black, said, smiling at him. She was carrying one of the small dolls in her arms and she was very…flat.

"H-How do you know my name?" he asked, ready to turn and run.

"I've heard things about you." She walked over to the counter and sat on it, stroking the doll. It shivered happily under her delicate touch.

"D-Did that thing move!?"

"Yes, it did." She placed the doll on the counter beside her. It slowly turned its head towards him, and he backed away. She smiled. "Are you here because of the flyer?"

"Y-Yeah, are you hiring?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered, hoping off the counter. Ichigo tried to hand her his resume, but she pushed it away. "I don't need that ridiculous thing. All I need to know is that you can give people bad luck, and not regret the outcome." She smirked.

"Um, what?" Ichigo was confused by this woman (and slightly afraid).

"You must give others bad luck and not regret the outcome." She took the flyer from his back pocket. He examined her dress. It was a simple, inch-strap dress that billowed out from under her breasts, and she had black ribbon wrapped around her hands and arms. They fell to the floor when they reached her elbows. She had midnight-black hair and deep indigo eyes that were like ice. Her skin was very pale, and her nails were slightly longer than normal women's, but they were kept neat and trimmed (slightly).

"Uh, I guess I could do that." He looked around the shop. Monsters like the one the strange girl had were all sitting on the shelves, writhing around and waiting for some unlucky person to pick them up. Some were different; they looked like beasts, such as dragons. One seemed to be made of ice, and it looked at Ichigo, its red eyes glowing brighter. He looked away quickly.

"Good. Then you're hired." Rukia walked back to the counter and placed the flyer beside the doll, which she then picked up and walked towards the back with. A few minutes later, she came back with another doll. The doll's liveliness peaked when it saw Ichigo. It squirmed in the woman's hands and calmed when she handed it to him.

"What the hell is this?" he asked, examining it. It was a miniature of him, but it looked nothing like him. It was wearing white robes, and his skin and hair were completely white. The whites of his eyes were black and the irises were a glowing orange. It looked up at him and smiled.

"That is Shirosaki, your doll," she answered, walking back to the counter and hopping back onto it, and popping a round candy into her mouth. The container was like a PEZ dispencer (a long tube with the head of a cartoon character) with a pink bunny head. When she pressed the head, a piece of candy popped out of its mouth and into hers. She crunched on the candy and swallowed.

"I don't own any dolls!" Ichigo tried to throw the doll onto the floor, but it clung to his finger and sneered up at him. Ichigo shook his hand wildly and the doll clung on tighter.

"It's not a doll you own," the woman corrected, eating another candy. "It's the doll that reflects your soul. If it's in the form of a disfigured creature—the ones with holes in their chests and bodies—then something bad will happen to you. They're called Hollows, and they resemble things such as death, and poverty.

"But there are also special dolls, which change your life in a good way, and sometimes others can control you using those dolls. But it depends on the person's spiritual power," she explained, popping yet another candy into her mouth. "In this example, I now control you." She smiled as his mouth dropped to the floor.

"What!? You don't own me!" Ichigo walked over, slamming his right hand beside her thigh, and looked right into her cold, blue eyes. "And I wouldn't ever let you control my life."

The woman smiled to herself and leaned down into his face, stroking his face. Her eyes froze ever fiber in his body. It screamed at him to leave, but her eyes told him in a louder shriek to stay in place. She looked down at him, emotionless.

"I control you now, and you cannot ever leave this place without my permission. No matter what you try, I will always stop you," she said coldly. "And you must do whatever I say, whether you like it or not. I am your Kami now, and you will obey me."

Her coldness hypnotized him, and his head nodded slowly. Her lips pulled slightly in a smile.

"Good boy," she whispered, leaning her lips to his ear. "Listen to Rukia…"

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Author's Note: In case you can't tell, this is very much OOC. If you have a problem, please no flames, because I will flame back harder. ^^ I hope I explained the use of dolls in this story, but if you have anymore questions about them, please send them to me, and I will try to explain as clearly as I can. And in case you can't tell, Rukia is trying to freak him out. Anyways, enjoy! Other characters will be facing their dolls in later chapters! But they will be random. The characters both, and their fates. Enjoy the story to come.

Edit: Well, this is the new, proofread version of HHPS. I hope this story can come out better than the last. Maybe it was the pressure of finishing the story that made me rush through things. Anyways, review please!