This is AU of sorts. Its my first story so please review. This idea was running around in my head so i had to write it. If you don't like OC's then please find another story but please give this one a chance. Please R&R!

I grumble as I wake up. Not opening my eyes, I mentally search for any broken bones and major injuries. It seems I have a few broken ribs and a broken ankle, a few scratches here and there but none life threatening. I know they will heal as soon as I apply my regenerative healing to them. The damn skill seems to only work when I'm awake and I apply my mind to it. It really helps when I'm in a fight and I need to save my life.
'Wait...How do I know to do that?'
I slowly open my eyes. The world is bright. I hear birds singing, the wind blowing through the trees and through my hair, sounds of laughter and worried voices reaches my ears but it seems the latter isn't directed at me. I open my eyes fully to look at a blue sky, the clouds slowly moving across, casting shadows on the ground. I find myself lying on soft green grass, trees around me and a few bushes.

"Okay did anyone get the number of that hollow that bulldozed me over?" I grumble to myself as I try to push myself into a sitting position.

'Wait…What the hell is a 'hollow'?'

I take a look around. It seems I've passed out in a park in the World of the Living. I see kids running around playing, their parents either playing with them or trying to get them to be careful. I smile to myself. It seems nice to have that someone to look after you.
'Why am I thinking this way?'

First things first. I concentrate on the broken ribs to easy my breathing. My breathing becomes easier after a few moments and for that I'm grateful. Being short of breath really sucks. The ankle moves back into place a minute later. That worried me. It should have just popped back in. Maybe it was worse off than I first though. I leave the scratches. They aren't going to cause me any trouble. Now I can move. I slowly get to my feet, taking care of the ankle but it seems fine to put my weight on it. I leave the cover of the trees and slowly move towards the street, taking a look around. Buildings are everywhere, as well as humans and weird things driving down roads. No one seems to be looking at me. I find that very strange. The humans seem to notice everything else but me. I catch my reflection in a window of a shop selling clothes for humans. I'm wearing a white skirt tight against my skin that goes to just above my knees, black tights that go up to my knees so the only skin I'm showing on my legs is my knees and white high heels that finish off what I'm wearing on my lower half. There is a katana strapped to my side. The guard blood red and the hilt looks like wings on either side. My top is a halter top that ties up around my neck and is also white. It covers my chest but doesn't hide the size of my bust. I'm not overly huge but not small either. On the scale I would say I'm more on the big side. I'm also wearing black gloves that almost go to my shoulders. The gloves are fingerless but cover the back of my hands like guards and a string under my middle finger holds it to my hands. This outfit seems weird to me but surprisingly comfortable and my style so I'm not questioning it much further. I'm questioning the thing around my neck though. It looks like a necklace but made of feathers and rock hard. I try and see if it will come off but it doesn't and it only ends up sending a sharp shot of pain through me. Through the pain I see a number tattooed on the side of my neck. It is gothic looking and it is just behind my ear. Shrugging I take a look at my face. I have forest green eyes and white hair that is up in a ponytail but my fringe frames my face. It looks like if I let my hair out it would be down to my hips so that explains why it is up in a ponytail I decide. All up I decide I don't look to bad from a girl's point of view. But the scratches are everywhere. There is one on my face, just under my right eye. The rest are all over my body and hence my clothes are torn up in some places but it holds together.

I leave the shop window. No one stopped to talk to me and ask if I was okay so I'm gathering they can't see me.

'That's weird. Am I a ghost? That's the only reason I can think on my they can't see me. But if that's true…when did I die?'

I wander through town more, trying to figure out which town I'm in. It's not until I find myself on a hill overlooking the town that I notice the time of day. The sun is setting it the distance, casting colors of red, yellow and orange in the once blue sky. I find this time of day makes me happy because I know the night is coming. Night time fills me with a sense of happiness. Like I will find answers to the things that plague my mind. I don't even know my name yet or how I even got here. I stand on the hill longer, watching the sun finally set. It is at that time that my head starts hurting. Releasing a cry of pain I grab my head and drop to my knees. It feels like head is about to split open! My control of my power slips and I release I bright light into the sky. I'm in too much pain to see what color it is and it as the light fades I start getting visions in my head and hearing voices.

"Welcome to the Espada –"
"My dear -, I have a mission for you…"
"Yes of course Master –"
"Really Grimmjow? Must you cause destruction wherever you go?"
"Master -. Is there anything you need today?"

I realize I'm panting. My breathing is short and shallow. After the last vision my head stops hurting. I only recognize one of the voices as my own but I never heard my name and didn't recognize this person called 'Grimmjow'. My eyes are still closed trying to figure out what just happened. There was a person with brown hair welcoming me into something called the 'Espada' and giving me a mission. There were others calling me 'Master'. I have no idea what the hell happened and as I get back to my feet I find myself trembling and that I'm not alone on the hill anymore. Turning slowly to the right away from sky behind me I see a young man standing next to a smaller woman. They are both wearing the standard uniform of a soul reaper.

'Wait…what is a soul reaper? Do they know me? They are standing there looking shocked so they must know me. We wear opposite colors so I can't be with them….Oh goodie they have drawn their katakana's…'

"What you doing here? You're supposed to be dead!"

The young man is rash and loud I decide. He looks like the type to jump into things head first and ask questions later. The woman is puzzled as well and looks like she believes the same thing the young man just claimed.

"Hmmm if I'm 'supposed' to be dead….how is I'm standing right here talking to you?" I ask in a monotone voice, trying not to show any emotion. Maybe if I bait them they can answer my questions without actually saying them out loud. I think if I remain level headed they will give the answers I seek.

"Ohhhh god it's her. No doubt about it Ichigo. We should warn the Soul Society."

"Leave and warm them Rukia. I'll stay and make sure she doesn't go anywhere."

So I now know both of their names but they have refrained from saying mine which is slowly starting to tick me off. I watch as the woman leaves. I've already gathered that the male is stronger to I don't try to stop her. My eyes flick back to the one named Ichigo as he moves his katakana to point straight at me.

'It's huge! Is he trying to compensate for something or what? Let's see what he tries to do now.'

He seems to just leek his spiritual energy everywhere, like he has no control over it. I sense something else under all of his power but I can't put my finger on it.

"So what are you doing here? Why aren't you in Hueco Mundo?"

"I felt like coming to the World of the Living. Is that a crime?"

"It is when you decide to come to my town and blast that power about like there is no tomorrow!"

Okay. I've figured this his hometown, the name I still don't know and my home is some place called 'Hueco Mundo'. Whatever that is. Still no name yet.

"Listen Shiori…."

"Hmmm that's my name then is it?" I whisper to myself. I finally have my name. It suits me if my hair is anything to go off. I feel better now knowing what my name is. Just as Ichigo is about to continue talking a rip appears in the sky between Ichigo and myself. I'm shocked but don't let it show. Ichigo is shocked and shows it. I smirk in spite of myself. We watch as two figures appear from the rip. They are both wearing white hakama with black socks and white sandals. The one on the right is wearing a white jacket that shows off his chest and abs and is open. There is a hole in his stomach which I find weird. He has teal colored hair and ocean blue eyes with what looks like blue eyeliner under them. He has a big shit eating grin on his face and next to his mouth there is what looks like a mask of panther teeth but it is only on one side. The one on the left is also wearing a white jacket but it is done up to his neck and has coat tails that move behind him as he walks. His hair is raven in color and just reached to his shoulders. His eyes are an emerald green color and his skin is pale white. He looks to be crying but I realize that it green is color and is like eyeliner again. He has a helmet like mask on the left side of his face that covers most of that side. They both bow to me which has my eyes opening a bit in shock but before I can do anything the black hair one comes to stand beside me and the other moves in front of me and towards Ichigo.

"It's nice to see you again Strawberry."

"Damn it Grimmjow! What the hell are you and Ulquiorra doing here? And on top of that why was Shiori here to start off with?"

So this is Grimmjow. I recognized him now from my vision. Or flash. Whatever you want to call it. The one next to me must be called Ulquiorra.

"We are only here to get Shiori, Grimmjow. No fighting. That is not Lord Aizen's wish. Leave this trash alone for now."

He opens up the sky again. I have no idea how he did that. All he did was flick his wrist. Grimmjow grumbles but stays to make sure I go with Ulquiorra I suppose and to make sure Ichigo does not follow. I see him slowly moving backwards. He must be a fighter because he isn't turning his back to the enemy. Well I suppose in his eyes. Ichigo hasn't done anything wrong by me. He seems to know me so I'm curious about him. I know he can answer my questions but I guess the same could be said about these two.

"Please come with me back to Las Nachos…. Cero Espada Shiori."

"What did you just call me?"

This is my first story. I would like to know if this is an idea to continue or just give up on. Please Review