Hello Fanfiction, my name is The One Eyed Death and this is my first ever fanfiction. I have however, publish a children's book online before though. I hope you enjoy my updated (V3), longer first entry to "A Look at Chance". I don't own bleach.

Have you ever seen something before it happen? I don't mean like metaphorically, as in knowing from the looks of so that so will happen. No, I mean like actually seeing it happen before your eyes, a millisecond before it happen, and you were unable to stop it. This story starts after the death of a mother, and the scarring of her child.

The day was June the 18th, and you could see a boy of nine years of age pacing by a river bank. The boy had bright orange hair, and brown eyes. The boys' eyes were dull and lifeless, without life or purpose. Ichigo Kurosaki was lost, unable to find a safe harbor to attach himself after the loss of his mother. The rest of his family was keeping their distance, unable to try and help; they were also grieving. But little did they know what he saw, or what the ripples will change in his future.

Ichigo Kurosaki had a nightmare. Ten days have passed, from the night of his lost; but that was the least of his concerns. There were two figures, one fighting with utter hate and madness; the other as calm and cool as the night itself. The first figure was in white and had wings much like a butter fly. The second was wearing black and had a chain wrapped around his arm, going all the way up his shoulder, while it connects to the sword. That was all he was able to see before he woke up with a scream. His father and sister's came from their rooms, worried but revived; to see no one else in the room or the house. That was the second time in his life now that he had seen something he should not had saw.

Six years have passed, give or take a few days, and you can see an orange haired teen walking down the road. You would think that someone like him would be surprised after what he saw, but when has his life; no, when has he been 'normal', he also knows what will happen this night, and he already made up his mind.

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Rukia Kuchiki was on her first patrol to the world of the living. You could find her, though most people wouldn't, on a power line pole. She then opens her eyes. Jumping from pole to pole, she finds herself in front of a house; she went through an open widow and tried to expand her senses, yet she was still unable to find it. She puts her hand on her sword, knowing it was near. "It's close" she said, unaware of the boy listening to her, who she thought was just sleeping. "Yes, it is close, but it's hiding itself from you," a voice said. Rukia stood frozen with shock, unable to move. She was able to slowly turn her head to face the direction of the sound. She saw an orange hared teen with his eyes closed and his hands behind his back. Before she could just pass it off as just hearing things; the boy slowly turned his head towards her and open his eyes "Soul Reaper". Brown eyes meet blue, and when she just remembered to breath; a great ocean fell on top of her.

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Ichigo Kurosaki knew this would happen. Just like he knew his mother was about to be killed a second before it happen, just like how he knew at one point he was going to cross paths with a bunch of punks who knocked down a vase of flowers for the dead girl, while all she could do was watch. He gave them a beating to remember. Ever since that day he could see ghosts, or sprits as some people call the dearly departed. But that wasn't the only thing he got, no he got something more wild' that even seeing ghosts. He can see the future. Granted, it's not perfect, and at first he thought he was going crazy; but, as time went on, and the better he got at using his "power" the more sane it became.

He never quit the dojo, and maybe that was a mistake because of what was supposed to be a simple walk home ended up being a five agents one when he was ten. Small changes will cause small changes, and down the road bigger changes to come. Though, the important stuff stayed the same. He was stronger, and smarter than he saw he was at this time, the little he saw ahead.

When he was younger, and he still does to this day he went through training. At the dojo, he learn a variety of Martial Arts and MMA, such as; Judo, Kickboxing, Karate, Aikido, Taekwondo, and Muay Thai. He never mastered any of them, but he has enough understanding of them to use them all effetely on the street in free form, or in a sport form in the dojo.

Training in fighting wasn't the only thing he did; he took classes in mediation, becoming more in tune with his senses and himself. Mediation helped him with his studies becoming rank second in his school. He was still prone to the occasion outburst, but was much calmer and in controlled of himself then "vision self" as he likes to call it. If he was to be fair with himself, then he mediated more for control over his visions and trying to better control his power, or "Reiryoku" as Soul Reapers call it, then anything else.

He is currently looking at the petty soul reaper, and letting the weight of his power crash down on her, seeing as how she came in uninvited.

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As I look at the soul reaper, a name comes to my mind, a name that suits her well. I clamp down on my power as best I could, and offer my hand to the fallen girl. "Get off the floor Rukia Kuchiki; we got some Hollows that need slaying".

And, cut. Thank you for reading the first chapter of my story and I hope you enjoyed it. See ya, latter.