I don't know. Don't ask. Please read and enjoy.

I don't own Bleach :(.

I walked down the busy street. Nothing strange yet. Just walking home from school, black JANSPORT backpack slung over my shoulder. My worn tennishoes clicked softly on the pavement. I was Fran Akahana, but known to my friends as 'Frankie'. I hated anything pink and girly. I absently pushed a stubborn strand of brown hair out of my face. Hey, when I'm thinking, nothing, not even my hair shall get in my face!

It was quiet. Too quiet for my comfort. Damn! I had wandered drown an empty alley again. But then I heard a gurgling sound. "Who's there?" I called. No response.

Then a large black monster with an odd mask on its face leaped out on me. It was well over seven feet tall, and stank horribly! "You again? Well that textbook to the face didn't teach you a lesson then!" I roared excitedly. I then jump-kicked the monster in its ugly face.

"Ow…" the thing said in a low voice. It tried to reach a fist up to me, but I back flipped back to my original spot. A little bit of blood was spilling from its yellow left eye. "Bitch…" it uttered.

"Look who's talking!" I yelled, smirking deviously. I then threw a punch at one of the thing's stubby legs. It was like punching a brick wall. "OW WTF!" I screeched. It laughed at me. "Meanie!"

Then a guy in a kimono that was about 16 years old came rushing in. He was aiming a ridiculously large sword at the monster's face. STAB! Blood gushed everywhere, and the monster ran away crying. "Stupid hollow." The guy said. He had spiky orange hair…I wanted to mess with it!

The guy then noticed me. "Oh…um, hi?" he muttered.

I stared at him. A sexybeast sent from the gods from above just saved me! All he needed now was a pair of hot shades.

"Hello?"

I blushed. "Oh, um…thanks for saving me, I guess. I could of drove off that annoying thing without your help, but thanks anyway!" I quickly stammered. Stupid mouth work!

"That thing is a hollow. It eats souls. I'm surprised it didn't eat yours." He said.

Crazy orange-haired guy said what? It then dawned on me. This guy was probably a cossplayer for an anime show. But what of the monster? It was too big to be someone in suit. "Okay…I'm in a dream. A Spanish tomato is probably going to attack me soon." I drifted off. What, is it racist now to have nightmares in Spanish?

"I don't know what you're talking about, but you need to come with me."

"No way!" I yelled. "I'm not going to follow some stranger to his lair!"

The guy looked shocked. "…I'm Ichigo Kourosaki, substitute soulreaper. Follow me or else."

"…fine. I'm Frankie Akahana, normal twelve year old." I muttered in defeat. I followed Ichigo down the street and back to the main road I was taking before. Oddly, nobody seemed to see him. "Why can't anyone see you?" I asked after a while.

"I'm a soulreaper. No one living is supposed to see me. Unlike you." Ichigo muttered angrily, a scowl on his face.

After a while we stood infront of a candy shop. Urahara Shop, it read.

"ICHIGO!" a man of about 25 years of age yelled. He then ran up into our faces. "Who's your friend?" he questioned.

Right now, I felt odd wearing my sky blue hoodie and blue jeans right next to the two oddly dressed men.

Ichigo seemed unchanged. "She's a human and she can see and hear us, Urahara."

Urahara then brightened up. "I know just who you are! There are many plans Soul Society has for you, Fran Akahana."

OMS what will happen next? I sure don't know...

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