A/N: Hello all. This is my first fic. I'll be publishing on here. Character personalities are all based on my memory of them. Of course I put a little twist on each of them. I wrote this for myself and honestly have nooo idea where it's going or if I'll even finish it. If you like it then great! If not, oh well :P. Personally I think the first chapter sucks, but I needed to start from somewhere. It gets better, I promise ^.^
I don't own Bleach or any of its characters
-Till death do us part-
Soi Fon has had to work for everything she earned in life. With blood, sweat, and countless hours working her "goddamned ass off", she had managed to survive and make a living in a dog eat dog world.
The Fong family had been a wealthy and heavily involved in politics since the beginning. Of course, politics went hand in hand with the darker side of life, the corrupted always turned to thugs to scare away the competition. She was too young to understand why it had happened, years later all she can do is assume that they had made the wrong people upset.
She doesn't think they expected the crash to be fatal, that cutting their brakes wasn't supposed to cause a three car pileup with a big rig. They didn't plan on six people dying from being crushed by the massive truck. She thinks it was meant to scare them, that they would swerve into a pole trying to stop the car.
But it doesn't matter how it was supposed to happen, because you can't turn back time and fix it all.
Her parents died while she was at home with a babysitter, sleeping like a baby. The next day police came to her house, explaining what had happened to the babysitter. With Soi Fon being six, she couldn't really understand what was going on. She was confused as to why the babysitter gasped, and hugged her, especially since she didn't even know the woman. Or why the tall man dressed in a black police uniform picked her up and carried her to the cop car.
Soi Fon vaguely remembers sitting in a big room, with just a table and two chairs in the middle. An old man was looking at her from across the table, like he pitied her. He said something about a car crash, and finding living kin to take care of her.
She remembers asking why the old man was "sorry for her loss". Her parents had always been away on business while she was growing up. They had been around for the holidays of course, but besides those few and far off days together she barely had a relationship with them. To Soi Fon, they were just people who she knew. That's all. No more, no less.
To this day, she can't remember what the old man had said after that, or how long it took them to find a distant cousin that could take her on. All she knows is at that moment, her life would only get harder and harder from that point on.