A/N

Well, this is my first Story here and I am very excited. i got this idea while i was on Quizilla. i asked for a oneshot that was similar to this. So, i decided to make it up into a story with some changes. I really hope i get a Beta reader for this. Really, i freakin' suck at grammer. If there are any mistakes please tell me and i will try to fix them.

Ok, and with that, let the story begin!

-Noche00

This was going to be fine. Fine, fine, fine. Nothing will go wrong.

I mean, I was just going to another freakin' continent all alone. Nope, nothing at all to worry about.

Pssh. Yeah right! I loudly scoffed, making the old couple sitting closest to me shift uncomfortably.

I was currently sitting by myself in the LAX Airport waiting area. You know, where they have all these seats and little shops around. Yeah, that place.

My parents were squeezed in a little convenience shop buying us something warm to eat. It was 1:00 A.M and I was fuckin' freezing. I was shaking but it was mostly from my nervousness. My knees wouldn't stop shaking or my lips which caused my voice to shake somewhat.

I didn't want to go to Japan all by myself!

I sighed loudly in my frustration.

"Hey, calmate mija. It's all going to be fine. You're going to do great!" My mother said while settling herself down next to me. Somehow, she always managed to sound upbeat and positive. She put a warm arm around me and brought me close to her.

"Puta Madre." my dad murmured as he walked towards us. In his hands were two Cup o' Noodles steaming up a bit. "These things are to hot." he handed one to me.

" Armando! Don't cuss this early in the morning!" My mother scolded. I checked and in her hands was also a Cup o' Noodles.

My dad ignored her. "I knew I should have just heated them up myself. Tch."

"You know you're not allowed to use your powers unless you have to, Dad. Honestly. I think a General should act more accordingly." I butted in.

"No one cares what you think, Dulce. So just shut up and eat your food."

My mom just shook her head, knowing that this was how we got along.

I blew on my ramen, the visible steam touching and heating up my face a bit. My dad handed me a plastic fork and I dug in.

The hot noodles and liquid made me feel a little bit better. My hands and knees shook less.

I finally trusted my voice not to shake.

"So," I started. "When do I leave?"

My dad took out the plane ticket from his wallet. His face looked amused. "Well, for the hundredth time this morning, you leave at 2:15 on flight 5407."

I sighed and continued to eat. My parents conversed amongst themselves while I stepped into my thoughts.

I was leaving good ol' Los Angeles to go live in Karakura Town, Japan.

Now, I'm sure you're wondering why the hell I am going so far.

Well, let me explain a few things before I go into that so the answer would make sense.

I am a Guerrero. A warrior.

We are humans born with the special ability to control one element, super speed and strength.

We use our powers to protect other humans and souls from Hollows.

A Hollow is an evil spirit that eats other souls and humans. Until quite recently, we warriors learned that we were not the only ones who fought against Hollows.

In this world, there are spiritual beings that are called Shinigami who also war with the Hollows.

We made contact with them a while back. They too, had no idea we existed.

So, for a couple of years now, the two of us have exchanged peace offerings and information about us to the other. We have formed a partnership to fight against Hollows.

This is where I, Dulce Luna, come in. I was ordered by the top General, General Black, to be in the first physical alliance with the shinigami.

Basically, up until now, the Warriors and the Shinigami have not physically worked together.

The reason is that they have been busy fighting a war with an ex Shinigami. They call it the Winter War.

But, now that is over and we can focus our energy on our partnership.

I was ordered to go to Karakura Town and stay their helping the Shinigami until I am ordered otherwise.

My partner Shinigami is a substitute soul reaper named Ichigo Kurosaki.

That is why I am going far away.

I'm not sure how I feel and it doesn't really matter how I feel about this.

I will do anything to help. Since my father is a general, he suggested that I should be the person to be a part of the first partnership,

This was when I was 14, I am 15 now. I took a whole year of extra training to keep up with the Shinigami.

I was knocked out of my thoughts when the voice of a woman ran throw the airport.

"Flight 5407 to Japan will be boarding in 25 minutes"

While the lady was talking I stared at my parents.

I was gonna miss them a lot. And my brother and sister.

I observed them since I wasn't going to see them for some time. I wanted their features to be embedded in my head so that every time I thought of them while I was on my trip, I had a crystal clear picture.

My mother was currently checking everything in my bags to see if I had everything. Her brown hair falling in front of her. Her dark brown eyes racking back and forth checking everything. My father was standing next to her, handling the bags once my mother was finished checking them.

His dark brown skin looked as smooth as butter. His black eyes were covered with bags.

I would always remember my dad's Danny from Grease hairstyle. I would remember the way my mothers' eyebrows would crinkle when she would concentrate.

I smiled sadly. I would really miss them.

"Ok, your all set, Dulce." my mother said while handing me my back pack and duffle bag I was going to take inside the plane. "I already turned off your phone; it's in the front pocket of your backpack. Your Ipod is also there. Now, I also put in your blanket in there, just in case."

I huffed. "Mom! That's so embarrassing!"

"I washed it with your favorite smelling cleaner."

"Oh, well, that's fine."

"Come on! We gotta go! I wanna get back to sleep!" My dad complained.

With a laugh, I started walking.

As we got closer and closer to our destination, my shivers came back.

My knees were shaking even more, my arms shook. My mouth kept twitching. My throat started to close up.

I was scared. When we got to the line to check our bags, my fingers stumbled a bit until they let go of my duffle bag.

We stopped on another smaller waiting area. This was where the family was able to see off the flyer.

My throat completely closed up. I couldn't talk. I felt like I was going to cry. Normally I wasn't like this, but, I was a family girl. My parents were my world. And now I had to leave them.

I felt worse when they hugged me. My mother began to cry and I was fighting back tears.

My dad also looked sad. He had a sad smile on his face as he messed up my hair and gave me my ticket. He told me to call everyday.

My mother gave me one last big hug and they let me go. I walked to the line of other flyers and when I gave them my ticket, I turned around and waved goodbye. They waved back and I began to walk to the pathway to the door of the plane. There was a stewardess there waiting for me with a kind smile.

Since I was under aged, I was under the care of her.

She put an arm on my shoulder and guided me to my seat. Surprisingly, I was in first class. Looked like the Order cashed out on me. Sweet.

I put my duffle bag on the bottom of my seat and sat down.

My fingers were twitching and my knees were still shaking. I gave a quivering sigh.

This was going to be an 11 and 40 minute hour plane ride to Tokyo, Japan. From there, my pen pal, ironically from Karakura Town, was going to meet up with me.

I should have told you that I wasn't really going to be alone. But it would sorta feel like that.

I began to talk to Hina Kurosaki when I was 13. My school and her school had a pen pal program. Each student got a pen pal from the other school and I got Hina.

We continued to exchange letters and became close friends even though we hadn't met each other. We had talked on the phone a couple of times; she even got to meet my best friends back home. Jason and Maria were actually excited that I got to go to Japan. They were also glad I had at least one friend there before I started school.

After I got my mission, I asked Hina if I could stay with her. I told her I was going to be an exchange student in her school. She was ecstatic. She immediately told me yes.

She didn't have to consult with her parents since they were both dead. They had died when she was 7 in a car accident.

Her last name wasn't originally Kurosaki but since her parent's death, her aunt, Masaki the sister of her father, took her in as her guardian. Masaki and her husband, Isshin Kurosaki treated her like their own child. She never ended up living with them; instead she continued living in her own house with a nanny.

But, a year later her aunt died suddenly. This was really hard on her. After this, she became really quiet in school until she went to middle school and met Tatsuki and Orihime. They brought the old Hina back

I was very touched that she told me this. It made me smile. And made me wish I could tell her all my secrets.

The arrangement with Hina was ever so perfect since she was cousins with the substitute Shingami.

Everything was settled. Except that I needed to learn the customs and the language of Japan. This was a little difficult but I got it down, I didn't even have an accent when talking Japanese.

I reached for my wallet inside my backpack. Inside I kept a picture of Hina that she sent me.

It was a full body picture of her and Tatsuki and Orihime.

Hina was in the middle, each arm wrapped around one girl.

She was the tallest one out of the three although that wasn't saying much. I shouldn't talk though, she was taller than me. I would say she was 5'5 or 5'6.

She was slender with cream colored skin and black hair that she got from her mom. Her hair was always kept in a pony tail. She had stud ear rings and dreamed of getting a tattoo one day.

Her hazel colored eyes were bright and big. She was very pretty.

Her other friends were pretty, too. One had short dark hair and the other had long orange hair. She was more mature than most girls.

Looking at them, I felt self conscience. They all had light colored skin and I was assuming that most people looked like that too.

I did not have light skin. I had honey colored skin. My eye color wasn't going to make a scene. They were just a honey color. My hair wasn't a big deal either. It was dark brown and in layers. My bangs were normal too.

But the thing that made me most self conscience was how my body looked. I was Latin, so I was fuller. I had curves. Although, from seeing Hina's friend Orihime, I knew I wasn't the one with the biggest upper curves. It looked like me and Orihime had the same body figure except for that.

Also, I was worried about my muscles. Being a Warrior, I was trained in everything. I had more muscles than some dudes out there. But, not enough to make people question my gender. But, looking at Tatsuki and Hina, I knew that wasn't going to be a scene either.

I heard the captain of the plane. "Passengers, we will now begin our flight to Tokyo, Japan. Please buckle your seat belts and prepare for liftoff."

I did as I was told and closed my eyes. The feeling of lift off always stayed with me for a few days.

I felt my heart and stomach plaster against the side of my body when we took off. After a while, I took out my Ipod and a book to read. It was going to be a long 11 hour flight.

11 AND 30 MINUTES LATER

I woke up with a jolt. The captains' voice echoed. "Passengers, we will soon be arriving to the Tokyo Airport so please buckle up and prepare for our descent."

I groggily looked around me. A blanket slid of me. This was one of the airplanes blankets.

It seemed like someone put it on me when I dozed off. How sweet. See, those stewardesses are nice!

I still had my earphones plugged in. my book was on my lap. I quickly put everything away and folded the blanket. I asked the stewardess what time it was. She said it was 2: 45 in the afternoon.

I buckled in with shaky hands. I brought up my duffle bag and hugged it. It smelled like home.

I shook my head. I was a Warrior damn it! I was stronger than this. I was acting as if I was never going to see them again. I should be happy!

I gave a determined grunt. I was going to be positive about this. I closed my eyes once I felt the plane descent. This was going to be the start of a new chapter of my life. With new experiences and new people to meet.

As the plane bobbled a bit when it hit the ground I broke into a grin.

"Warrior landing."

And there you have it! i really would like to thank whoever read this chapter all the way, even if you didnt i would like to thank you!

Review, please! It encourages me!

Ideas are accepted! Please, I would love to hear them, and i will thank you for them!

Thank you again!