How I Went From Being Human to Shinigami
Chapter 1
Sakura Hanamoto
REWRITTEN! Okay this is my first Bleach fic, so please forgive me if you think its crap! I'll take flames if it'll make it better! Spoilers for chapters 179 and up. I don't own Bleach or any characters except for Amere.
I stared out the window in boredom. I wondered for the hundredth time why I'd moved to such a backwater place. Karakura had to be the most boring place. But what was I complaining about? It wasn't like I was cool or special that I had to live in the big city. I was a complete nobody. The only people who knew my name were my parents, but they were dead, so it made no difference. I didn't stand out in any way, black hair, black eyes, and standing at average height, no one could pick me out of a crowd.
The cab I sat in turned a corner and came to a screeching halt. The hood scrunched up like an accordion and the driver's head slammed against the steering wheel knocking him unconscious. I looked out the cracker windshield and saw a great black and white creature staring right at me. I panicked and got out of the car as fast as I could. That was a terrible mistake.
When my feet touched the pavement the monster swung at me with a great lumbering arm. Before I had a chance to get out of the way I was hit in the chest and thrown down the street a good twenty feet. After I hit the ground I slid across it another ten before coming to a stop at someone's feet. I tried to sit up and eventually stand but all of my limbs felt like lead and my chest was in an incredible amount of pain. I groaned and tried to focus in on the person above me, but the sun fell into my eyes blinding me. I could tell it was a girl though. I then remembered the beast when the girl spoke.
"Ichigo, get out of the way!" She commanded in such a firm voice, she sounded like a drill sergeant. I tilted my head and saw a tall boy with bright orange hair dressed in a black hakama, and wielding a gigantic sword. He was battling the monster! He took one more swipe at it then leapt backwards landing beside the girl.
"What's going on?" I tried to say but my head was throbbing to an insane degree. My voice came out as a squeak no louder than a mouse's.
"Shakkahou!" A blinding red light tore across my vision blinding me, and the next thing I knew I was laying in a bed and someone was watching me. It was the orange-haired kid from earlier. He was dressed in normal clothes now and he had a strange expression on his face. I turned my head and saw the girl that had been standing over me in the street. I sat up wondering what had happened.
"Where the hell am I?" I asked. "What happened to that monster thing?" I looked at Carrot-top hoping for an answer. He stared at me stupidly, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. He looked at the black-haired girl for a response. She reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out something that looked like a lighter.
"Damn Urahara," She muttered. She looked up at Carrot-top and frowned. "The kioku-chikan didn't work on her." She told him.
"What do you mean? Its worked on everyone you've used it on before hasn't it?" Carrot-top asked.
"I don't get it either." She said. I sighed knowing I wasn't going to get a direct response. I suddenly remembered my things that had been in the cab.
"If you two are just going to ignore me, I'll be going now." I said standing up. Suddenly the door opened and a tall man with a five o'clock shadow stepped inside. He was dressed in old-school clothing, a hat, and a cane.
"I would advise you to remain here for the time being Kamahi-san." He told me.
"How do you know my name?" I asked nervously. He didn't answer but took a step towards me.
"Urahara-san, how do you know her?" Carrot-top asked the man. The man just laughed and lifted his cane and pointed it at my forehead. What the hell was this guy thinking? There was a creepy looking skull painted on the bottom of the cane. Without warning, he jabbed me in the forehead with it.
A strange feeling took over my body. It felt very much like I was being shredded in half. I didn't realize just how accurate that description was.
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What the hell did you do to me old man?" I screamed as I looked myself over. Here I was dressed in a black hakama similar to the one Carrot-top had been wearing before, but the jacket was open and a white camisole was underneath covering up my chest. I stared at my limp form on the floor. The old dude just laughed again.
"Excuse my manners, my name is Urahara Kisuke. I run the shop you are in right now." Urahara said giving me an exaggerated bow. "It has been too long Kamahi-san." He said.
"You didn't answer my question." I said, my temper beginning to rise. "Why am I standing here, and yet my body is over there?" I demanded an answer.
"I had forgotten, you erased your memories when you went into exile." Urahara said to me. I couldn't' take it, so many strange things happening to me, it was overwhelming. Finally I tore out of the shop, just to hear Urahara speak again. "Oh dear, Kuchiki-san, Kurosaki-san, please retrieve Kamahi-san-." I didn't hear the end of his statement.
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I found that my abilities were enhanced like this. Memories of a life I don't recall clearly flashed though my mind. Leaping from one building to another was as natural as breathing. It felt fantastic.
I was nearing the edge of town when I heard a solemn wait. Curious, I changed direction and followed the sound. Very bad idea. Almost immediately, I was nearly hit by long claws, my jacket tore a bit when I dodged out of the way.
"What is this shit?" I asked aloud. The monster went at mew again. This time I reached for some sort of weapon to use. I reached behind my back and my hand gripped something long and sturdy. I brought it forward and heard a scraping sound of metal against wood. I found that I was gripping a sword in my hands. Through muscle memory , though I know I'd never held a sword in my life, I deflected the monster's claws and sliced off its fingers. It went at me again with its other arm but I jumped straight up into the air and brought my sword down on its head, killing it. I was breathing heavily and it felt like my throat was closing up. Dammit! Why now? Was I really this weak? Sometimes I wished I wasn't human. But for a moment a single though crossed my mind: What if I wasn't human?
I fell to my knees and tried to stand but could not. My vision became blurred. The last thing I remember seeing before I collapsed was blood red hair.
Okay, like I said, my first Bleach fic, so don't hurt me too much.