Hey guys, I know it's been a while and I'm really sorry! I've been editing this story so I'm deleting what I had posted and starting over from scratch. So, here's the new prologue!!!! Enjoy!

~Okamira

"Man!! That math test was hell!" Ichigo sighed.

"Psh." his companion smirked, "I thought it was easy."

Ichigo rolled his eyes at his female 'friend' "Just because you're a genius doesn't mean we all are Kim."

'Kim' glared at the boy who towered almost a head above her, "Don't call me Kim." she grumbled, pouting.

She felt a hand cup her cheek gently, "But it fit's you so well...Kim." His breath was warm against her cheek and 'Kim' could almost feel his lips descending on her own.

Abandoning the thought and exerting an enormous amount of self-control, she pulled away from Ichigo. "You aren't getting anything 'till you call me by name Strawberry." and with that she kissed is nose lightly and turned around, swaying her hips as she walked away.

Two arms wrapped around her hips, halting her movement. The same breath was now on her neck. "I'm sorry...Kimara." Ichigo turned her around and quickly captured her lips in his.

Kimara's breath hitched. Even though she and Ichigo had been dating for eight months, the feeling of being kissed by the orange-haired boy still took her breath away. There was something about the way his expression softened and the way his abnormally soft lips molded over her own with a perfection that seemed surreal. Kimara was jerked out of her thoughts as the felt the boy's tongue run along her bottom lip making her suppress a moan and open her mouth to allow her boyfriend in. Again, the spark that ignited when their tongues brushed was inexplicable. The feeling she had whenever he was around, the feeling of being safe, warm, loved...normal.

Kimara drew away to breathe and Ichigo looked at her, a soft smirk on his face.

"I don't know whether to hate you or love you Kurosaki..."

"Yeah well..." he brought his face close to hers once more, "I think you love me."

Kimara chuckled, "You know me to well." she said, closing the space between them for a short while before stooping down to her bag.

"What'cha doin?" Ichigo asked curiously, it wasn't often that Kimara drew away from him, unless, that is, they had been making out for ten minutes straight. She wasn't a clingy kind of girl and knew how to play her cards just right; she was amazing, to put it mildly. Though she could often act rough in public she truly cared about those close to her and hated to see any kind of unnecessary suffering, much like himself.

Kimara looked up at him, flashing a quick smile, "A girl just died here," she said pulling out a vase of white lillys, "I just wanted to leave them here for her." she set the flowers by the lamppost and knelt beside them offering a silent prayer.

I know you've recently passed on she said silently, projecting her soul's voice, I'll be back to help you later. Promise.

"Ok!" she said brightly, "I'm going home. See ya tomorrow!" Kimara stood and started walking towards the direction of her house.

"Wait!" Ichigo yelled, "I've done most of my work and your house isn't that far from mine, want me to walk home with you?"

A smile graced Kimara's pale features, "Why not?" She walked back to Ichigo and wrapped her arm around his waist, reveling in the warmth that radiated from his body.

"You're so cold..." Ichigo whispered in her ear.

"Vampire, remember?" Kimara said laughing at the old joke they often used to explain the unusual temperature of her skin and pulled herslf closer to her boyfriend.

Ichigo chuckled, "Well you're my vampire."

The two walked, arms around each other, exchanging little in words. They often found that they did not need to talk to fill what some would call 'the empty void' because there was no void in their relationship. Whether they were talking or silent, it didn't matter, they felt complete as long as the other was there.

"Well here we are." Kimara said, kissing Ichigo on the cheek.

He pulled her back as she was about to skip up to the front door and pressed his lips firmly on hers, leaving his girlfriend slightly dazed afterwords. "See ya tomorrow" he breathed.

Laughing, Kimara playfully slapped him on the cheek before entering her house.

"Hey mom! Dad! I'm home!!" Kimara shut the door after her and stepped into the dark house, "Hello?" she yelled, "Anyone home?"

This is weird, she thought. They said they'd be home early today...

Walking toward the kitchen to prepare dinner, Kimara felt herself fall over some unseen object that was lying in the hall way. Damn, there shouldn't be anything there! Feeling around for the light in the abnormal darkness she felt her hand brush aganist something wet. Finally finding the switch she barely covered a scream. Her hand was bright red.

"Wh-Wha-What? Blood?" She heard her voice come out in a high pitched whisper, "...MOM DAD!!!!!" Drawing her gaze from her hand she ran into the hall and saw what she had tripped over, a head, specifically, the head of her mother, the body a few feet away from the decapitated head. Tears flooded from Kimara's eyes as she ran from the gruesome sight to the telephone back in the front room.

Who's screaming? ...is it...me?

She reached the front room and could not contain the scream that escaped when she saw what lay there. The form of her father sprawled across the floor, limbs at awkward angles and blood running from the lassacres that covered his chest, throat and face. He was barely recognizable. Tears seeping down her face, Kimara crawled around the body of her father to the telephone.

"Well, I see you found them then."

Kimara whipped around, "Who's there?"

A dark laughter filled the room as a man with brown slicked hair stepped form the shadows. "I must say that the look on your face when you saw your parents was priceless, quite a good show. Even better than I expected to be quite honest."

"WHO ARE YOU, BASTARD!" Kimara screamed, rage seeping from her as she quickly dashed towards the front door.

"That doesn't matter, now does it?" his cold brown eyes bore into her, contrasting ever so slightly with the white robe he wore yet matching his cold, frozen voice, "because you'll be following them."

A white hot pain spread through her being as Kimara looked at her chest, a samurai's sword protruding from it. She hadn't even seen the man draw his sword.

"See you in the Soul Society."

"!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ichigo was running back towards Kimara's house. What was that scream? God...I should've come in with her!

He cleared the steps of her front porch in one leap and thrust open the door. "KIMARA!" he yelled into the darkness, "ARE YOU OK? ANSWER ME!!" His hands found the lightswitch and he screamed at the sight before him.

Spread eagle across the floor was his Kimara. Her blonde tresses stained partially crimson by blood, her once black, shining obsidian eyes now stared at the cealing, lifeless. Red soaked her shirt, still seeping from the hole that lay slightly to the left of the center of her chest.

"Oh god, god, god, no." Ichigo whispered, deathy white, "Kimara, wake up. Baby, don't leave me." He ran over to her and lifted her head, feeling her pale white skin. How could this have happened? The one person he couldn't begin to imagine being dead. Dead. The one person who was so full of life. She can't be gone.

"Don't leave me alone, ya hear me?" he could hear the panic in his high voice. In his heart he knew, she was gone, but he didn't want to believe it, couldn't.

This can't be happening...not to her, anyone but her! Kimara....