I know the first chapter of all new stories is weird and awkward and never the best...so bare with me here.

As I lied on the pavement with blood soaking through my kimono, the only thought that came to my head was...Why. Why was any of this happening, and why to me?!

You probably have no Idea what I'm talking about...So lets start back 1000 years ago when I was alive, because I remembered everything. Maybe that's why.

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MAY 16, 1713 WORLD OF THE LIVING

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Dirt swelled in the overused pathway. Clouds crowded out the suns rays in the sky. Heavy drops of rain fell seldomly. It was a day filled with sorrow, not just because the weather was horrendous, but a mother had just died in child labor. The child was just lucky enough to survive, by that day's standards. The child's older sister, just eight years older, was handed the child and told this:

The mother didn't seem to have enough will left to name it.

He's not an it! The sister snapped back. 'It's' a He!

Don't get too attached to it, for it is likely to die in a week.

NOO! He will live! And I will raise him, and name him!

The father of the family, who was already drowned in his sorrows for his wife slapped the sister and yelled That...thing, is a curse to this family, get rid of it! Get it and your self out of my sight! Don't come back till you rid yourself of it!

Stunned, the girl ran from the hut and into the streets. It was poring now. She asked a kind looking woman for her shawl and she kindly obliged. After she wrapped up the child, she ran as far as she could go and hid in a nearby partly sheltered alleyway between two huts. Her hair clung to her neck and back from the rain.

For the first time, the sister got a good look at her new baby brother. He had big, round, turquoise eyes, and a tuff of white hair.

You are not a he, a him, or an it. You will soon have a name, and live to be proud of it.

He looked up at her with his big innocent eyes and reached up for a strand of her half blue half white hair. An object so many people seemed to give her grief over. No matter how much she insisted that it was her real hair, people always seemed to despise her for it. But the child seemed to be amused by it. The sister wondered if his hair would ever tint the dark blue color she loathed. He already had white hair, and they had the same eyes. Frightened, round, confused, and turquoise.

Someone called the sister's name but it was lost in the wind. The girl sensed something staring at her and turned in the direction anyway. What she saw was a transparent silhouette in the form of her dead mother's body. The girl wanted to cry and run to her, but she couldn't seem to find the words or any strength left.

With her baby brother in her arms, she collapsed and shivered. The girls' mother drifted over and said:

I had not the strength or will left to name the child. It would just be shameful if he was named by the dead. Raise him well, Ayanami. A last favor to me.

With that she placed her blessing over the children, and disappeared in flash of light.

I swear I will raise him well, Mother. Ayanami vowed. And I will name him.

Ayanami looked at the child and felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Her head spun and that's when she thought of it.

As long as I am alive, I will be your mother, to nurse you, your father to teach you, you sister to correct you, and your friend to guide you through life...Hitsugaya Toushiro.

With that she passed out from exhaustion and fell asleep, cradling the newly named child against her chest.

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TIME LAPS

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Nine years later...

'Toushiro! Slow down!' Ayanami called after her ecstatic little brother who raced through the streets at a neck breaking pace with a watermelon in his hand half his size. People shouted in protest as the little kid made his way through the crowd.

When she finally caught up with him, he was in an ally way, munching away on the freshly opened watermelon.

'Troublemaker' Ayanami muttered while she went to join her brother for lunch.

When Toushiro saw his sister round the corner, he smiled and offered her a piece of melon. She happily obliged.

'Ney, Aya' Toushiro asked after swallowing, 'Why do people hate us so much?'

'What?' The question caught Ayanami off guard. 'Why do people hate us?'

'Yeah. The man at the market didn't look happy to see you, and chased us out when we were done. He didn't even let you pay!'

Thoughts bounced around in Ayanami's head, weather to tell her brother or not. She had only tried keeping something from him twice, succeeding once and giving in the second time. She thought it would be best if he knew, since he was nine now, about to turn ten. Then she made up her mind and said 'I'll tell you when we get home.'

'OK' beamed Toushiro and he bounced off into the crowd.

He's grown so much over the years Ayanami thought. Toushiro had grown up to look a bit like his father, but only a bit. He looked more like herself, having the similar eyes, his Turquoise, her's ice blue. They changed when she turned eleven. Their hair was also similar, but Toushiro's was only white, not blue. Height wise, he only came up to her waist.

When she reached home, she found her brother starting to boil water over the fire pit. Their house was an old rundown abandoned hut that no one would look twice at. But the walls and ceiling were intact and hole-less. Over time, Ayanami had turned it in to a four roomed house, with a two bedrooms, a main room, a bathroom and there was also a basement for storage.

The main room was a plain room, with a fire pit in the middle with a handmade table in the corner. There was a shelf that had been dug into the side of the wall where cooking tools and dry food was placed. sun poured through a hole in the wall that was a square window with a ragged brown sheet pushed over to the side for a curtain.

After the water finished boiling, Toushiro found two clean tea cups on the shelf and threw a combo of tea leaves and spices into them along with boiling water. When He waas satifyed, he brought one over to his sister and sat facing her.

'So...' He said anxiously with big eyes. 'Why?'

'The reason is...' Ayanami inhaled, then stopped abruptly, sniffing the air.

'What's wrong Aya?'

'Is something...burning?'

'Burning?' Toushiro said slowly. No sooner than he had said it, black smoke poured through the window.

'OUT. NOW.' Ayanami yelled. Just as the two of them had reached the doorway, something fell in front of it, burning. Ayanami grabbed her brother's hand and guided him toward the window. But that part of the wooden hut had collapsed. Ayanami started to feel dizzy from all of the smoke she had inhaled. She sunk to her knees from dizziness. The roof started to collapse, a big section above them was coming loose. Ayanami shielded her brother away from the collapsing roof as it fell on top of them.

The last thing she remembered was the pain of the blistering heat and the red of flames.

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When Ayanami came to, She had a massive headache from dehydration and a scorched back. When she recovered her bearings, she was in the ruins of a fire with an unidentifiable, half-charred figure next to her. She had a bad third degree burn along her left forearm and right thigh. When she tried to stand up, her world turned upside down and she found herself on her bum.

That's when she remembered what had happened. Where was Toushiro? She had made it out alive, so he must have too.

A dry breeze picked up scattering ash. A piece of charred paper floated in her lap. On it read:

Mission-Burn Hitsugaya household, kill the Cursed one.

Objective-Bring long awaited peace to the village.

Failure-Penalty of death.

Ayanami just stared at it. Someone had intentionally set their place on fire...and the figure next to her was...

She turned it over, the whole right half of the person had been burned away. It's left eyelid was still closed. Ayanami lifted it up, only for it to disintegrate into blood and tissue in her hands. What looked up at her was her brother's turquoise eye. Ayanami screams echoed off the remains of the walls as a person approached.

'Darn, looks like this one survived, just makes my job that much harder.'

Ayanami's vision went red. Before she knew what had happened, the man was laying on the burnt ground, decapitated. Red liquid oozed everywhere. The dusty sword in her hand that had been pulled out from a forgotten corner had not been unsheathed in years, now dripped in blood.

Ayanami calmed down shortly after that, and delved herself into the basement to look for a spade.

When she emerged from the basement shortly afterwards, Aya noticed that twilight had fallen and went to look for a spot to bury the bodies.

After walking a while, she found a spot on an abandoned back-hill. Ayanami Respectfully buried her brother and carved out a rough tombstone out of an oak branch. She kicked the stranger's body down the hill and decided to let it rot.

It was from that day on, Ayanami Hitsugaya became the most feared assassin in Japan. She knew her actions would condemn her to Hell, But all she currently wanted to do to the world was get even and get revenge for the death of her innocent brother...

...that is, until she died.