This is my first Bleach fic, so give me some slack. Hope you like it!

" Urahara…"

Those were the words I said as I entered his shop all bloody and bruised from defeating a Hollow. I don't remember what happened after that, only that I woke up days later in a bed.

" Are you okay?"

He was standing over me with uneasy tone in his voice.

" I'm surprised you're alive. Your wounds were as bad as Ichigo's when he fought Renji the first time, if not worse. You were covered in blood. It's a wonder you made it here alive."

I'd tried to sit up but he pushed me back down with his foot.

" Sit up and you'll die. That's not a threat, that's the truth. Just breathe," I felt his eyes watching me as I drifted back into my dreams. " You're safe here. You'll be fine."

I sighed and closed my eyes, not waking up for another day. I felt safe with him for several reasons, but most of all because he didn't care about what I was. You see, all my life I felt as if I'd followed a white rabbit down an endless hole. I had no clue what I was or why things happened to me.

" You know," I opened my eyes. " You do know that my mom was a Quincy and my dad was a Soul Reaper. Right? You do know that I'd spent all of my life having to decide if being a Soul Reaper was better than being a Quincy, only to find out that my spirit energy went with my Soul Reaper side. Right? You do know that all of the Quincy powers that I got from my mom's genes were drained from me and nothing was in me but Soul Reaper. Right?"

" I'm sorry you spent your childhood playing tug-o-war with your genes," he smiled at me. " You don't look like you're full of angst, but your voice sounds like it. But I guess that's what really makes a great Soul Reaper: internal chaos and knowing that you don't really have control over what terrible things may happen to other people in your life. You're lucky I came along to help you, Soul Reaper."

" Takara Kumiko."

" Hmm?"

" Takara Kumiko, that's my name," I coughed. (A/N: Kumiko is what my first name and middle name are in Japanese. Actually Saruwatari Kumiko is.) " Takara-"

" Means treasure," He looked at me. " I know. You are a treasure. What with having a Quincy and a Soul Reaper as parents, you're practically gold. You're more than a treasure. You'll be a new challenge to train."

" I was never good at training. I suck at it! Renji told me so when we were training. I got poor marks in that and just about everything at the Soul Academy. It's a wonder I graduated."

" It's okay, Takara. Just concentrate, and you'll defeat whatever Hollow comes your way. I'm here to teach you that. Right now, you need to get your strength up. Go back to sleep, you have a fever and your wounds are still pretty bad. After you're healed, I'm going to stick you in a Gigai and send you to Ichigo's school."

" I hate Gigai's," I sighed. " There so…slow."

" I have a point. You should know that there's a method to my madness. Yoruichi should've told you that."

He turned on his heal and headed for the door.

" Urahara, wait."

" Sleep well."

Did you like it? I'm trying to make her not Sue-ish. Please Review.