Can you be something without knowing it? Can you live all your life not being human and not realizing it? I've always seen them, these strange monsters and lost souls. But Anna can see them too, so why does everyone single me out? And who the heck is this creepy fox-face guy with the silver hair who's always following me these days….? Whatever is going on, I don't think it's an excuse if I don't finish my homework tonight. (my own character, and possibly future hinamorixhitsugaya)

This story takes place around episode 135 of the anime, just to let you know.

Lotsa plot changes. Beware!

CHAPTER ONE-

Containing:

One introduction

Some Neglected Macaroni

And An Unfortunate Window

"You know, it's illegal to break into someone's house…" I stated, without turning around. I was messing with the controls at the stove, trying to figure out how large the gas flame needed to be to boil water in the shortest time.

"So did you HEAR me, or did you sense my spiritual pressure?" There he goes again, talking about who-knows-what. I turned around. "Look, kid…."

"I am NOT a kid!" the boy growled. "You certainly look like one," I stated, raising my eyebrows. The boy continued, "In fact, I'm actually older than you are." "-This is the face of a seriously doubtful person, here-" "And I want to know how you defeated that hollow," he finished, looking serious. I sighed.

"Right, hollow, look. I didn't even know it was called that. I've always been doing stuff like this, killing… hollows. I'd think you were pranking me right now, but you can see them too, so… who did you say you were again?"

"Toshiro Hitsugaya, captain of the 10th division. A Shinigami. That hollow was an Adjuchas-class Menos, and I really want to know how you killed it, seeing as you appear to be completely human." "Does that mean it's a strong moste- um hollow?" "Yes. One of the strongest." "Well, that explains why it was so hard… and I didn't defeat it on my own. YOU popped in, wearing some weird kimono, and cut it with a sword…!" "That's my job. Protecting humans from hollows."

I sort-of-glared at him. I needed to work on my glares. "OK, maybe YOU should tell me a little more about what's going on, then, 'cause I don't have much more to explain." How did this guy get in my house, anyway? At least he wasn't as creepy as that other guy who's been appearing lately, 'fox-face' as I called him (in my head, that is, I've never actually talked to him…) … were they related? They had similar color hair… Wait, was Fox-face a Shinigami too? Probably. Then did ALL Shinigami have silver hair? It seemed a probably conclusion.

Interrupting what Toshiro was about to say, I stated, "Well, I can't be a Shinigami, I don't have silver hair. Or a sword, come to think of it. Though a sword would be kind of cool…" I mused, trailing off. "…What?" Toshiro said. "All Shinigami do not have silver hair. But the fact that you were able to severely damage an Adjuntas-class Men-" "Then who was that that other guy? He had silver hair and a sword too, but he wasn't as nice as you, he didn't help me with any battles—"

"Other guy? What other guy? We haven't sent any other forces to the World of the Living…"

"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. Back up. World of the LIVING? I think you need to explain a little more…" Wait, why was I talking to this guy? I had no idea who he was, and he broke into my house… although he looks younger than me, so… what the heck and I supposed to do in this situation? Not to mention that he sees, and battles, giant monsters… but so do I! AAARGGH…. Let's see…

"Um, and, would you like some, er… macaroni?" I stated (sort of lamely), gesturing to the pot behind me. The water still wasn't boiling… "Macaroni? I thought you were making tea… Nevermind. You keep evading my questions. Who is this silver haired guy?"

I sighed, glancing out the window… huh? What a coincidence… "Speak of the devil, and the devil shall arrive," I mumbled. Though honestly, I did not want Mr. Fox-face in my house… talk about creepy. I glanced back at Toshiro (wait, was I on a first-name basis with him?) –

"HEY! Toshi-" I started, then stared, dumbfounded. There were now TWO Toshiros, one wearing the normal human clothes he came in and saying a cheerful, "yessir!" and the other wearing that kimono thing, holding a sword, and yelling, "Ichimaru!"

"What the- how- you- WHAT?" Toshiro glanced back, said, something about a gigai and soul candy, and then jumped.

Out the window.

The window…

The CLOSED window!

"HEY! You can't just- TOSHIRO! You- Shinigami! You are paying for that! What am I gonna tell my parents?" He was already out of sight, though, and so was Fox-face, leaving nothing but shattered glass on the floor, and the non-kimono-wearing Toshiro behind. I glared at him. He smiled. "Go away," I said.

I turned around, back to the stove. Maybe this was all a weird dream…

The water was boiling, but somehow I didn't really feel like macaroni anymore.