Finally, my 1st Bleach fan-fic!

Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo, not me sadly.

Chapter 1

Yuki's POV

"We're sorry Miss! We didn't mean to knock over the flowers!" a small girl cried. She was the only one in the group of children who was brave enough to come fourth and apologize. The one who was passing judgment was a fifth teen year old girl with black hair that was pulled back in a hair tie, and light brown eyes. I'm that girl, Yuki Ukitake. (A/N: if u know where this is going then u get a cookie!)

"Please forgive us! We're really sorry!" another small girl cried.

"Well, since you're sorry, I forgive you. Just be more careful next time." I sighed.

"Thank you Miss! We'll make sure to bring fresh flowers tomorrow to replace the ones we spilled." The kids cheered as they ran off.

"Th thank you." A small boy with a chain connected to his chest stuttered.

Don't mention it. I only hope you can finally rest in peace." I smiled at him. As I said before, my name is Yuki Ukitake. I'm a fifth teen year old high school student working part time at a small café. Ever since I was born, I have been able to see the souls of the dearly departed. My mother told me that I get it from my father and how she saw him talking to nothing about how they were going to go to a better place. I never knew my dad; he left before my mom even knew that she was pregnant.

My mom died about two years ago. She was taking a walk and the road was very slippery from the rain. The man didn't mean to hit her, it just happened. Nevertheless, the man never stop telling me how sorry he is or stop sending my presents. My uncle's been taking care of me since the accident, well it's more like he made it so I could still live here in Karakura Town. He's always out on business trips, which means I get the house to myself.

"Aw Yuki, you cam at just the right time." Mr. Rogers, the owner of the café, said as I walked through the door. Just like my mom, Mr. Rogers came to Japan from the United States years ago, so he asks people to call him the same as he was when he lived in the U.S.

"What are you talking about? I don't see anyone here."

"Over there in that far corner. It's quite a large group, yet again, I'm not exactly up to the times."

I looked over at the group. I saw Ichigo, Chad, Uryu, Rukia, and Orihime from school. The others I didn't recognize, or so I thought. I nearly fainted when I saw him. He looked the same as he did in the pictures my mom gave me. Jushiro Ukitake, a.k.a. my father.

"Yuki, are you day dreaming again" Mr. Rogers laughed, "You are so much like your mother. But it's now time for you to take the care of the costumers."

"Um, alright." I sighed. So I began to walk towards my father. This should be interesting.

Joshiro's POV

The waitress who came to our table seemed quite nervous, so I smiled at her and it looked like she relaxed. She took our orders and left. I felt sad once she was gone; it was almost like I knew her from somewhere.

"Here you go." The waitress grinned as she gave us our drinks. "Your food should be ready in about fifth teen minutes."

"Thank you," I replied, "Will you please tell us your name?"

"Of course, it's Yuki." Yuki then left. I then picked up my tea when I saw something written on the napkin she gave me.

Do you see spirits?

While the others weren't looking, I wrote a reply.

Yes, meet me in the

middle of the park

in about an hour.

Yuki came back with the food and I slipped her the letter.

If u r wondering why Joshiro is hiding the message from everyone else is because he first needs to find out if Yuki is serious or just crazy. Please review, if not it's probably going to take a lot longer for me to post the next chapter.