Chapter I: The Boy Who Could See the Future

~Sunday~

::Uryu's POV::

I hate this. I hate myself. I hate life.

I walk home, head down, afraid to look at anybody, scared to make physical contact. I grip the two grocery bags I'm carrying as if they were both holding me together, preventing me from falling apart right then and there. A young buxom woman rushes past, strawberry blonde hair whips behind her. She seems as if late for a meeting or such; she strikes me as the type to work in the business industry. But as she runs she bumps into me ever so slightly. It's enough, I know it. I curse inwardly, dropping the bags on the floor. I feel feverish, my head is burning. I must look like I'm dying but I don't care, I can't care. Not when I'm like this.

God dammit. It's becoming clear.

She laughs, the woman who bumped into me that is, whacking the silver-haired man who was in front of her on one knee with the back of her hand in a playful manner, "Stop kidding around, Gin!"

He smiles, hand latching on a little box containing so much hope, "I'm not joking with you, Rangiku, We've spent all our life together as friends, why not spend the rest of it together as husband and wife?"

Her hands clap on to her mouth in sheer shock, "G-Gin..." she whispers, tears of joy forming in her eyes, "You're really not kidding..." she takes in a few deep breaths before she tackles him to the ground in happiness, "Of course! Of course! Of course!"

He wraps his arms around her and nestles his head in her hair, "I don't want to ever lose you. I love you."

"I love you too!"

I hate this feeling, this feeling of interrupting someone else's private life. It's like discovering someone's secret, something you were never meant to see.

She's walking down the aisle now, clad all in white and holding a bouquet of daffodils. She looks beautiful I admit. Her veil is covering her face and her long hair is tied up in a pretty bun with flowing ringlets.

The silver-haired man (Gin was it?) smiles and looks at her as if she's the only woman in the world right now. Her loving blue eyes show a similar expression.

I'm panting, sweat dripping down my forehead. I can feel yet another vision coming on though.

She's holding a baby girl now. A little boy, at least nine or ten years old, asks with curiosity, "Mommy, when is Daddy coming home?"

"Soon," she answers with a bright smile. The phone rings and she hands the baby gently to her son, "Can you hold her for Mommy please? I need to answer the phone."

He nods enthusiastically, "Okay!"

She walks quickly to the phone, in one swift motion she answers it and lifts it up to her ear, "Yes, this is Mrs. Ichimaru."

Her face quickly falls, "...What?! A car crash?! Please hold on a bit." her breathing falters, "I'll be there soon. T-Thank you."

No, please don't. I already know what's going to happen. Please stop this!

"Gin!" she cries over her husband, who was quickly slipping away.

He lifts a weak hand to touch her face, his eyesight is blurring and her form is becoming a mass of colours with no outline, "Rangiku..." he says weakly.

"Don't leave me please!" she sobs uncontrollably into his shoulder. "What about our family?!"

He silently strokes her smooth hair, after a long pregnant pause he answers with as much strength as he can muster, "I'm so sorry, Rangiku... I love you."

And with that he passes away, the heart monitor letting out a long 'bleep' to signify his heart had stopped. The sad thing was that he wasn't even able to stay long enough to hear his wife say, "I love you too."

I double over in pain. Screaming in terror whilst gripping my head so tight I'm sure it's bleeding. I hate visions that end like this, they leave me with never-ending nightmares that make me wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweat.

Everyone's giving me looks. I ignore them all. They're all bastards, everyone of them!

A gentle man approaches man, "E-excuse me, sir?" he says, "A-are you alright?"

As soon as I feel him away to come closer, away to touch me. I wave my arm at him, making sure not to come into contact with him. He flinches but he doesn't move from his spot, "Get away from me!" I command.

He jumps, "Y-yes, of course! I-I'm sorry!" and then runs off in the opposite direction.

My breathing is ragged and uneven, my head is pounding. But soon enough I manage to stand straight again, so I pick up my bags and carry on walking, pretending nothing had happened.

I soon reach my apartment complex. Instead of walking up the stairs like I normally do, I choose to go up in the elevator. I know this will most likely end badly but I just don't have the effort to walk up all those flights of steps, that woman's vision took a heavy toll on me.

I press the elevator button, and then wait silently and patiently. The 'ding!' soon comes and I enter the elevator with of course, just my luck, an extremely large muscled man. I shift to corner of the small area but his shoulder still brushes against me.

The large and muscular man is heavily injured, his body abound with cuts and bruises. A woman is tending to them; I can't help to notice the strange way she tied her hair, one neat plait placed underneath her chin.

He grunts in thanks but she glares at him, and boy is her glare scary.

She coughs, "Excuse me, Zaraki-san? After all the times we've been through this, you still refuse to say 'thank you'?"

He mutters under his breath before replying, "I'm sorry. Thank you, Unohana-san. Happy?"

"Extremely."

I shake my head, trying to get rid of the visions. I'd rather not have a break down in an elevator with a guy who looks like he could kill me just by placing a hand on my shoulder and pushing down with force.

"She's a cutie." the man says quietly staring down at what I presume is his new daughter, "Can I hold her?"

His wife, who just so happens to be the doctor from earlier gives him a smile, handing him their child, "Of course."

"She's so tiny..." he observes.

"What should we name her?" she asks.

He ponders for a moment, "Yachiru. Yachiru Zaraki will be her name."

She nods tiredly, but is definitely content with the name, "Yachiru Zaraki... Our beautiful little bundle of joy..."

How timely, I'm back but panting just as soon as the elevator dings. I swiftly exit and walk down the corridor. As soon as I'm inside my apartment I let out a deep sigh, dropping the bags on the floor, coming my hair back with my hand and collapsing against the door.

I can't live like this anymore. I want to be normal, I want to live life unhaunted and carefree, I want to be able to sleep at night, I want to be able to see someone move their hand without flinching, I just want to be an average seventeen year old boy. Why is that so difficult?!

It must have been forever before I dared move from my spot against the door, getting up numbly I start to retreat to put all the groceries away when I hear frantic knocking on my door. Kurosaki. I know it is.

I open the door and there he stood, the arrogant orange haired bastard I happen to call my classmate/rival/fellow-man/maybe friend? "What do you want, Kurosaki?"

"Ishida!" he calls, placing his hands on my shoulders and shaking me slightly, "I need your help!"

And here we go again.

"Get down!" the man yells, he's holding a gun and is all clad in black. Oh and don't forget the balaclava. Typical robber.

Kurosaki steps up to face the man, "Put the gun down,"

"Outta the way, kid!" the man lifts his gun so it's pointing directly at Kurosaki.

"I said, put the gun down. Now!" Kurosaki tells the man once again.

The man makes a move to pull the trigger when a petite girl jumps in front of Kurosaki.

BANG!

The girl falls to the ground in a heap. Kurosaki, in a fit of anger, knocks the man out with a punch and then a kick, "You bastard!

"Dummy," the girl says quietly to Kurosaki as he gets down on his knees in front of her.

He takes his t-shirt off and the girl coughs awkwardly, "I could say the same to you." he replies.

Red trickles up the girl's cheeks as she asks, "What on earth are you doing?!"

He rips a part of his shirt off and just as she begins to think that he's just going to ignore her, he answers, "Stopping your wound from bleeding, Stupid. The bullet's lodged pretty deep in your shoulder actually."

She scoffs, "Hmph. And why exactly should I trust you?"

"Well, considering you already saved me from getting shot I can safely assume you already do trust me."

"...Fine."

I've seen the vision countless of times...

The girl is quiet now, probably feeling the ripping pain of the bullet.

Kurosaki is equally quiet as he carries the girl, focusing on making it to his father's clinic as quickly as he can.

She grimaces, "Ugh,"

He looks down at her, worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"No." she deadpans, as she, much to her chagrin, snuggles into Kurosaki.

"We're almost there," he reassures, "My house isn't too far now."

"Shouldn't... you be taking me to a hospital...?" she asks weakly.

He smiles slightly, "It'll make more sense when we arrive, okay?"

"Okay..."

"Ishida? What's wrong?" Kurosaki asks, shaking me harder than before.

"Stop touching me!" I snarl, turning away from the orange haired bastard.

Kurosaki removed his hands from my shoulders and let them fall to his sides, "Oh, sorry. I forgot, you don't like being touched do you?"

"No, I do not."

"So uh, yeah," he scratches the back of his head sheepishly before taking my sleeve and dragging me out the door, "Come on!"

"For heaven's sake, Kurosaki. Will you stop touching me?!"

He grins, "I'm holding your sleeve, so ha!"

I sigh, shaking my head. Stupid idiot.

A.N: Thank you for reading this first chapter, I deeply appreciate it. Some of the characters may seem a little OOC, I think Ichigo is probably one of those as he is pretty relaxed and open already but meh. I hope you don't mind ^_^ I guess it'll hopefully make sense as the story progresses.

Constructive criticism is appreciated. I apologise if anything is in the wrong tense. I wrote this first in past tense but decided against it.

~Sammy-chan17