So like, this is the result of what happens when It's Christmas vacation, I'm bored, but have a computer, and an account on fanfiction(.)net, and decide to reread bleach manga from chapters one to 304.

Yup, thats a person with no life for you XD

Story, well you could call it a story, isn't that good. Second fan fic. Karin's POV. Except for the first 2 sentences.

Disclaimer: IF I owned Beach I would be a very rich girl living in Europe. Instead, I am a poor little lady, currently residing in America. So basiclly, I don't own Bleach.

Karin Kurosaki stood outside the door of her brother's bedroom. After being away for the whole summer she was glad to have him back. But even though he had come back, Ichigo seem awfully quiet and worried, and I was going to find out what it was.

"Ichi-nii, is it okay for me to come in?" I asked, knocking on the door. Well, knowing him, he probably isn't going to answer, so I'll go in anyway. I pushed the door open. He blinks in surprise.

"…Karin…" Ichigo said. From the looks of it Ichi-nii won't tell me nothing and probably ask me to go away, so I'm going to have force it out of him.

"I want to know…Ichi-nii," I began. "I want to know why Ichi-nii is suffering so…" Dang that sounded so freaking corny!

"What the hell are you talking about? You don't have to worry about anything, alright?"

"I know about it." I confessed. "I… I already know about it! Ichi-nii, you're a shinigami" I blurt out. Then again, if he was going to tell me anything he would have to know I knew.

"I'm a … shinigami? What the hell are you talking about? Shinigami?! Man Karin, you have some imagination. There's no freaking way!" T.T Ichigo is a bad liar.

"… I've been able to see you for quite sometime now…," I continue, ignoring his unflattering acting skills. "At first, I didn't really understand much at all… but then Kanonji Ossan-"My mini-lecture was interrupted by this weird feeling, like the annoying ones I had when there was a hallow near by. I see Ichigo quickly leaping towards the window. Damn him! He was gone for the whole summer; did he know how much Yuzu cried, or how bored I was with no one the play with? Did he know how much everyone missed him? He is not going away again, not so soon! I grab his shirt and pull.

"Ichi-nii, where are you going?" He stares at me for the longest time.

"Sorry," Ichigo says. He grabs something I can't see from the head of his bed and presses it against his chest. I gasp as I see his body collapse on the bed and his spirit leap out the window, black robes, sword, and all. He disappears into the darkening sky. I sink down to the floor and sigh. Damn him!!!!! Damn shinigami!!!!!!

PS: Happy holidays!!!!!!!