A/N: Hey, this FANFIC was written by REN. (And just an FWI, I really like using this OC so please forgive me if I use it in any other story. ^^)

Miko is a tough girl; determined, brave, but she DEFINITELY did not see this coming. How the hell could she be... a QUINCY? And what will happen when Renji decided he doesnt want to leave her? What if Uryuu thinks the same?

Twilightish, much? ^^

I remember lying on my bed thinking about Renji, and I thought it was really unfair for Ichigo to get Rukia; its obvious. (I like the pairing though, but im more of a RenRuki kinda gal) and so I thought maybe I could make the perfect OC for Renji. I really like him, and I think I got a PERFECT idea of his paring... R&R!

Not Another Stupid Love Story, PLEASE.

CHAPTER 1

I saw a flash of orange. I turned my head, but saw nothing but an old building and a few cars. I turned my head the other way, and I saw it. Him, actually. He was rushing down the street, and he nearly tipped me over.

OH! It's that weird kid in the black kimono again! I thought, as I walked home form school. I could never miss the hair on THAT guy. Every time I saw him he was rushing somewhere, all dressed up with his black clothes and his sword that almost looked real. He was moving so fast I quickly lost sight of him, and then, there was a HUGE pressure in my chest, and I couldn't breathe.

What the hell… I thought as I sucked in a pained breath. The more I concentrated, the more I felt like this feeling was familiar. It's true, I HAD felt like this many times before, but this was another kind of familiar, more like… like… as if it reminded me of someone. The only thing that popped into my mind was the orange dude.I gritted my teeth, and I knew that if I concentrated on something the it would disappear. The pressure was still there, though, and I could feel it as if it was part of me.

I decided I was curious enough to go check it out, and when I started jogging, I just wanted to run. I ran and ran, hearing the rush of air in my ears, and even though I was tired and my legs hurt like hell, it felt good to run, as if it reminded me that I was beat and still running.

When I finally decided it was time to stop playing queen of the world, I could have sworn I felt the pressure rise. And to top it off, the tiredness finally got the best of me, and I was panting and my throat tasted like iron. I looked up, and to my surprise, I saw the Orange dude sitting on a roof, looking all sweaty and bloody. Whoa, did he just have a fight with somebody or somethin'? I noticed the buildings around were trashed, and- were those CLAW MARKS?

I must have been daydreaming again, when a nerdy-looking guy with glasses crashed into me.

"Ow!" I exclaimed, as I felt the book he was carrying sink into my back.

"Ugh!" I heard him say, as he hit the floor hard.

"Sorry," I muttered, though it was TOTALLY his fault.

"Watch it," he replied in a bored tone, not really looking at me.

"Hey!" I said. What was this guy's problem, anyway? "Listen, pal, maybe YOU should watch it and stop bumping into people who are right in front of your face!"

"I…. Sorry," He stammered, apparently surprised at my reaction. W-ELL!

I sighed. "Forget about it" I decided I liked him, and that he probably wasn't a jerk. Probably.

"Uryuu," he introduced himself. The name sounded familiar.

"Hey, I'm Miko," I responded. He looked surprised at the name.

"Miko?" he repeated, his face puzzled. What is it with guys and names?

"Uh... yeah, so?"

"Miko Zyo Hitoshi?" he asked, his eyes widening.

"Whoa, dude, how do you know my name?" I demanded. I mean, this guy just HAPPENS to call me by my second name, and I NEVER tell my second name to anybody, just my very close friends. And this guy was NOT my friend. As far as I knew, anyway.

"You're that girl from the soccer club!" he exclaimed, and sudden look of understanding filled his face.

"I-I have no idea what you are talking about!" I took a few steps back, ready to run if he got any weirder.

"It's ME! Uryuu Ishida!" he explained.

"What? Uryuu? " I was dumbstruck. No, it couldn't be… Was it?

"I can't believe I found you!" he looked so happy I smiled. I was so glad to see him.

Okay, sorry. You must be like what the hell? Long story short: When I was little, I attended this soccer club on weekends. I remember there was this one kid (Uryuu, actually) who was very bad at soccer. As in, he FAILED at it. Big-time. He couldn't give a straight pass and he could never lift the ball. He was always alone, and he always had a sewing kit with him. (Pathetic). I felt so sorry for the guy that I volunteered to be his helper. He wasn't very good, and he was not so good at trying either, but if there is one thing that I am not, it's a quitter. So I pushed him further, and during that time, we became great friends. We laughed a lot, and we even had a secret handshake. (Hurrah for kid noobiness!)

Sometimes, I remember we would sneak out to watch the older kids play, and practice new techniques, even coming up with our own. We once made this promise, that when we grew up, we would start our own soccer club, and teach every kid who signed up our new techniques…we hand shook on it. But then I moved away, and the promise was gone. I never saw Uryuu again… until today. (Okay, so maybe that wasn't short, but still).

"Where have you been?" I asked. (No, the explanation I gave never happened, so don't worry, I didn't stay standing there like an idiot thinking all of that… Or… anything…)

"Well, I have been attending this school called Karakura High School," he explained, and he reached up to his nose to rise his glasses. I smiled. Typical of Uryuu.

"Hey, that's the same school I attend!" I said. I probably hadn't recognized him, he had changed too much over the past few years.

"HEY! Uryuu! Is that your girlfriend?" sounded a voice from above. The orange dude?

"Bug off, Ichigo!" Uryuu shouted without looking at him. I giggled at the name. He was called strawberry! I will never again complain about my name. EVER.

"Dude, your girlfriend is going to think you're crazy if you keep talking to yourself, Uryuu! She can't hear me!" The orange dude called from the roof.

"Hey, I'm right here, you know! I can hear what you're saying! So stop acting like I can't, would ya?" I shouted back at him. How dare he? Stupid idiot.

"Whoa! What the hell…?" The orange dude, apparently Ichigo, nearly fell back from where he was sitting. He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. "You can hear me? No, never mind that, you can see me?"

"Uh, yeah, genius!" I don't know about you guys, but people who don't make any sense just get under my skin. And this guy had been ticking me off.

"Easy," Uryuu mumbled. Now THAT did it.

"Hey! I'm defending you, you jerk!" I said, poking him in the shoulder. Hard. I wasn't going to stay here any longer. I started heading the other way, but Ichigo stopped me.

"How did you get down from…?" I started to ask, but I stopped. Did I really want to know?

"Let go of my hand!" I demanded, as I struggled to get free. Ichigo suddenly froze. He frowned, as if he was concentrating on something.

"What is it, Ichigo?" Uryuu said, running to where we were standing.

"Check out her spiritual pressure!" he said, and handed my hand to Uryuu.

"Hey, stop it," I said, struggling again. He had a tight grip!

Uryuu touched my hand and then he too froze. They looked at each other with surprised looks. Why are guys so WEIRD?

"Should we take her to Urahara?" Ichigo asked, whispering.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Uryuu whispered back.

"Guys, what's going on?" I asked. They looked at me with serious eyes.

"What's your name?" Ichigo asked, and Uryuu turned to look at me.

"Listen, Carrot Boy, you better start making sense right now!" I threatened.

"Your name." he repeated.

"It's Miko."

"Come with us, Miko, we are going to introduce would to a man you might find… somewhat interesting." said Uryuu, as Ichigo lifted me into his arms.

Well there's a surprise! I thought, as I bit my lip until it bled. I HATE being carried around. HATE IT.

I was twitchy enough to tear apart the next unlucky guy who made the mistake of talking to me, when we finally stopped at this run-down candy shop that looked like no one even knew it was there. Uh… where was I?

Tell me the truth... How bad is it? I can promise you this is the worst chapter, I jst had to get uploading NOW NOW NOW, 'cause I just couldnt sit arounf with the idea, so please bear with me for any mispelling, i promise I will correct them later. I really hope you liked it!

-Ren