Disclaimer! I do not own Bleach or any of the characters. I only own Sara and that is it. So NO COPYING! For my friend Stephanie.

"Look at her. Such a bizarre child."

"Yes, she looks like one of those demon children from those old horror movies. I wish they'd just lock her up already. I think she's mentally unstable."

God how I loathed those women. Having nothing better to do then gossip about some little six year-old. So I simply turned to them and said "You know, Mommy says 'if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.' Maybe your mommies were stupid and decided not to tell you this to show people what horrible hags you are."

They looked absolutely aghast at me as I turned away and continued walking to school.

I knew I was different from everyone else, but they had no right to say that kind of stuff to me. I know not everyone can't see and talk to the dearly departed, and see people in old fashioned black robes fighting weird monsters, but it still wasn't right. Maybe it was how I looked?

I had long black hair that I kept down and it was mainly straight, but had a slight wave to it. My eyes, which my mom said reminded her of Daddy, were chocolate brown, and now were sad and like that of a dead persons from all the supernatural events around me. And I wore a stereotypical uniform for all little Japanese schoolgirls. It greatly resembled that of a sailor suit, but I had a skirt instead of pants, and it was mainly pink. I have no idea what my school was thinking with the pink.

But besides that, I didn't really know why everyone hated me. Or why they were so judgmental on my speech and grammar. Japanese wasn't even my second language. I first learned English, then Spanish because Mommy was from America and was of Spanish descent. So don't blame me if I speak improper Japanese.

Right when I was almost at school, another one of those monsters came out of nowhere. Jeez, this was like the eighth time I was chased my these things! What was with Karakura Town and all these monsters!

I ran as fast as I can could away from the monster, but as my luck would have it, I tripped and scrapped my knee.

I turned around and saw the monster, and saying it was huge was an understatement. Compared to me, it was colossal. It stood as tall as a third story building, with a gruesome white mask on its face, and a hole in the middle of its chest. Drool came dripping from it's mouth in hunger for, I'm guessing, me.

I wanted to run, but my whole body was paralyzed with fear. I couldn't stop shaking, and I couldn't stop looking at its horrible, gruesome, razor sharp teeth.

"You." it said in a voice that sounded like it was from the pits of hell. "You have strong spiritual pressure. Your soul. GIVE ME YOUR SOUL!" It cried as it raised its boney, clawed hand in the air and aimed it at me.

Spiritual pressure? My soul? What's going on? All I could do was look as I saw those claws come at me. And no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't look away.

As it's claws were about to strike and kill me, something that would forever change my life happened.

"Roar, Zabimaru!" A voice cried as a long, extending sword appeared and sliced off the hand of the beast that was so intent on killing me.

Then I saw my savior threw a mist of blood. He was a young man who looked around twenty, maybe younger. He had hair as red as the blood he spilt, and kept it in a high, spiky ponytail that kinda reminded me of a pineapple. His hairline was styled in a large widows peak, and much of his forehead was covered in tribal tattoos, even his eyebrows were replaced with tribal tattoos. And I could see that his narrow eyes were brown with a reddish tint to them. He was dressed in old, traditional black Japanese robes, and had a large sword at hand.

He was also very handsome, and probably the bravest person I've ever met.

"Come on Renji! Save us some of the fun!" A new voice cried out, obviously talking to the one who saved me. He dressed the same as him only he was bald and ugly.

Renji, so his name was Renji.

"Don't blame me if you miss out 'cause you were too busy with your little dance Ikkaku!" He shouted at the bald guy, Ikkaku.

"Ah shut up would j'ya!" He said as he delivered the final blow to the monster, making it disintegrate.

I got up and wiped off my uniform and inspected my knee. My uniform has several little dirt spots on them, and my knee would probably be fine after I bandaged it.

I don't think the man who saved me, Renji, noticed I was there, so I said "Arigato, Renji-sama," to both thank him and to make my presence known.

He turned to me in surprise, like I just popped up out of the blue. So I just gave a little bow and ran in the direction of my school.

"Hey, wait!" He called out, but I ignored him, thinking of how to get to school on time, and a good excuse to why my uniform is dirty and why I have a scrapped knee.

"Hey, wait!" I cried out, but the little girl with the black hair and pink uniform just kept running.

I was surprised, not only did she see us, but she called me by my name. I would of contemplated on this more, but the idiot behind me laughed and said in a mocking tone "'Hey, wait!' Boy Renji, you sure are good with the ladies."

I promptly kicked him in the face.

"Hey! What was that for? I don't see why you're so interested in that girl, she's just some brat. 'Sides, if you want to see that girl again, we're gonna be here for about a week, so why bother looking for her?"

He had a point, but I didn't want to admit that to him, I was mainly focus on that little girl with the intense spiritual pressure.