We All Need Saving

Chapter 1: A Fallen Snowflake

OCxHitsugaya

Note: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. I only own my fan-made character.

This story takes place before Ichigo came to Soul Society.

I like to believe that we are all born to protect something, something much greater than we'll ever be. I have this reoccurring dream. I watch a scene play out where a young boy sprouts wings, and faces a formidable foe that is shrouded in darkness. The demon is a blur, his or her identity is unknown, but I swear it's the Devil himself. This one defenseless angel, against this giant beast. It always happens the same way. The boy tries to fight it, but with little success, and his wings are ripped from his back… crimson drenches the ground, until a pool surrounds his body, and starts to swallow him up. Every time he gets a little bit stronger, but every time he still dies.

Every time I run to him. I'm a little girl again, about nine years of age. When I run to him, I run in place. My assistance is futile. My energy wasted. By this time the Devil is gone, and the boy remains in his own pool of regret, and weakness. His eyes dulled by death, and the roots of his wings still trickling with misery. When I see the single tear slide down his cheek, I know that it is not because he is in pain, but merely because no one was able to save him. He wasn't strong enough to stand alone. When I'm finally able to approach him, he is long gone, and a single fallen snowflake hits my cheek. I recognize his face. It's the same boy who saved me, a very long time ago.

I don't know his name or where he came from or what he was. I only remember those blue-green eyes as they made contact with mine for a single solitary moment in time before he turned and was gone. That face… so smoothed by sadness. I wondered for years, just what it would be like to see him smile. Even though it was years ago, I thought about him every day, and every night that dream would come again. I didn't understand why I couldn't just alter the dream and make him win. I wanted so much to see him alive. I wanted to see him succeed so just maybe he'd smile. However, he'd always be defeated. Eventually it got to the point where all I wanted to do was step in and take the blow for him. To save him… like he saved me.

The world known as Soul Society was actually a beautiful place. I had never seen a place so peaceful, and wondered how something so evil could enter. It seemed impossible. Though if I, a mere human, could reach it, with enough will power and strength, I couldn't doubt that something evil could breach this place. I'm not exactly just a mere mortal though, I'm one of the special ones, gifted with supernatural talents. I always looked at them as a curse until I realized just how useful they'd be to me in the near future. I would save that boy who saved me several years ago…

I felt his presence the moment I entered this dimension. It was something I'd later recognize as what they call spiritual pressure. They all possessed it, but his was the one I recognized. Even after years had gone by. The gates to the Seireitei would pose as a problem, if I couldn't fly that is. I can levitate. Makes moving around unnoticed much easier. A cloaking power also helps greatly. I had become so much stronger since I was a child. I pushed myself to become stronger. Only two other people knew of my abilities, but they have long since passed. Once I saw the boy again though… what would I say? Where would I begin? Would he even remember me? I was grown up now. A sixteen year old girl, with long fire red hair, bright green eyes that changed shades with the seasons. I stood at about 5' 4 ½" tall, and wore what was comfortable instead of what was accepted by high society. I'm a converse type of girl. German by blood, but American all around.

Without any real problems I managed to sneak into the Seireitei in one piece. Being invisible really helped with that, but I caught the whispers from guards about a strange unknown spiritual pressure they felt, but couldn't determine where it was coming from. I just followed the flow of energy that was most recognizable to me. When I felt like I was getting close, I landed on the nearby walkway and pressed my face against a window. This must have been the boy's quarters, but no one was around. Now keep in mind, just because I can cloak myself doesn't mean things can pass right through me, I am still a solid figure. I heard footsteps descend from the building I was looking in. A tall woman with bright orange hair, and quite the figure seemed to be coming right toward me.

I had to press myself as hard as I could against the wall so just maybe she wouldn't feel me. She walked passed me, took two steps, and froze. It seemed her Hakama brushed against my leg, and I assume she felt it. Her hand was drawn to the hilt of her sword. If I were to engage in battle with this woman, soon a swarm of Soul Reapers would show up and I'd have a huge mess on my hands. I pulled myself off the ground using levitation, and dodged at the right moment when she swung her sword at me. She clipped the material of my tank top, and from that she knew that something was in fact there. Just as she was about to come at me again, I heard someone behind me.

"Rangiku," said the voice of a young man. I turned to see it was in fact who I had been looking for. The one that visited my dreams every night and filled up my thoughts during the day, "What are you doing?" he asked her suspiciously.

"Something's here," she whispered.

"Have you been drinking with Izuru again?" He questioned flatly.

"Seriously Captain… something is here. Can't you feel it?" she asked.

What could I do? If I just appeared she'd probably try to attack me again, and not only that, but so would he. I just went with my instincts, and became visible. As I assumed, she was about to come at me again, but I took a step back, and in the process, took one step closer to the boy, who by having the title captain, could probably do even more damage to me than this woman, "Please hold on a moment." I said holding up my hands as if to surrender to her.

"A human girl?" The boy muttered.

"Who are you? What is your business here?" asked the woman.

"My name is Chelsea. I have business here with your Captain." I answered.

"What business do you have with me?" asked the boy.

I turned to him, and paused. It had been so long since I had seen him, "I've come to protect you."

I felt the woman put the tip of her sword against my back, "What should we do?" she asked, looking at her Captain.

He looked into my eyes, and could see that they were pleading. I wanted him to hear me out. I just wanted him to listen, "She isn't an ordinary human. They can't just cloak themselves whenever they want to. Let's go inside before someone else takes notice of her." He turned, grabbing for the hilt of his sword, as a safety precaution encase I were to strike him while his back was turned.

Once inside his building, still with a sword pressed against my back, he took a seat at a desk, and made a gesture for the woman known as Rangiku to stop jabbing me with her sword. I glanced back at her, and she leaned against the wall, waiting for me to speak.

"What do you mean protect me?" he asked.

I looked back at him, and tilted my head, "A long time ago… when I was really little, my parents were in a car accident. Somehow they were turned into those creatures you Soul Reapers know as Hollows. They came for me one night…" I was letting the memory play back in my head. Running to a closet, and my mother who was now a Hollow, ripping the door off its hinges to devour me. "but you came along… and destroyed the both of them. I remember how you looked at me. Like there was nothing else you could do for me, and it bothered you. Leaving a little nine year old girl all by herself in a wrecked house. You had already done so much… you let me live." He stared at me thoughtfully, as if sifting through his memories to remember me. "From that night on I have had the same reoccurring dream about you." It seemed like he hadn't lost interest yet so I kept talking.

"You face this evil demon, and every time you do not live, and he leaves. You always die so painfully, and all I can do is watch. After years of that same dream, I realized, it might not be just a dream." I explained.

"People have dreams all the time." said Rangiku.

"But I have premonitions," I muttered, without looking back at her. "There's something coming… I don't know when, but I believe it will be soon, and it's coming for you." I dropped to my knees, "Please Captain, I know I don't look like much, but I know I can protect you."

He stared at me quietly, and let a small sigh escape his lips, "How could you remember me… I don't recall ever seeing you." my heart skipped a beat. Somehow, those words stung. "If there was some way you could prove to me… that something was in fact coming, I might take you a bit more seriously. Until then, this is nothing, but a rare occurrence where a living soul somehow comes to Soul Society."

I thought about it, and held up my index finger, "I can prove it to you." I stood up slowly, "I just need a day."

"If I get caught housing an outsider my whole squad will be to blame. It's not worth the risk." He replied.

"You said you'd take me more seriously if I could prove it, and I can. Just give me 24 hours." I argued.

He stared at me, and sighed again, this time more roughly, "Your spiritual pressure is leaking everywhere. I'm really surprised someone hasn't shown up yet to question me on it. If you wish to have your 24 hours you have to suppress that pressure to nearly nothing. If you can do that, I will ask Rangiku to fetch you a uniform so you're less noticeable to people who wander on by. After that 24 hours, if I'm not convinced, I will hand you over to the 13 court guard squads, and they will decide a punishment for you. Rangiku," he nodded to her and she grabbed my arm, dragging me off elsewhere.

We walked down some hallways until we reached a room. Sliding the door open she pushed me in, told me to stay put, and went off to fetch me a uniform. I sat down on the floor quietly, hugging my knees. When she returned to the doorway, she stared at me for a moment before tossing the perfectly folded uniform to me. I caught it, and she said, "this will be your room. Don't go off roaming around unless you really want to see the Captain angry."

She could see the sadness in my face, "Rangiku…" I muttered, just as she was about to walk away, "Does he hate me?" I asked.

She gave me a funny look, wondering why I'd care about it one way or another, "My Captain is very serious. You may not have meant to, but by coming here, you put his job on the line.""I'm sorry…" I murmured. Just as she was about to continue to walk away I stopped her again, "Um," I started and she paused, "I was wondering… what's his name…?"

"Captain Hitsugaya," her face softened, "but just call him Toshiro, no one really calls him Captain." she said waving her hand, suddenly becoming very playful.

"I would think that'd bother him." I mumbled.

She tilted her head, and smiled at me. I was actually surprised by her expression, "Out of curiosity, how are you going to convince him?"

"I was going to ask that next. Think I could have some paint and paper?" I asked.

She nodded like it was a simple task, "In the mean time, try to focus on your spiritual pressure." she instructed, closing the door before she left.

She returned with what I requested about a 20 minutes later. By that time I had already mastered concealing my presence. She seemed surprised when she entered the room, and told me she thought I cowardly ran away, because she couldn't pick up my pressure. That made me very satisfied. I told her to let me be for the next 23 ½ hours I had left. I wasn't even going to eat or rest until I finished this project.

12 hours later…

"I can't help, but worry about the girl." muttered Rangiku who was lying on the couch in her Captain's office. He was busily doing paper work like always, "she hasn't eaten…"

Hitsugaya glanced at her, but went right back to work, "It's her own fault if she wishes to starve herself."

"She really seems to care about you Captain. Do you really not remember her?" she asked.

He paused, and his eyes seemed to shimmer with thought, "Never seen her before in my life."

"Such dedication… no sleep, no food… all to prove to you that she wants to protect you." Rangiku said.

"What's with the sudden change in attitude with you? Twelve hours ago you were just waiting to cut her in half." he replied.

"I realized that she is a good person. You know with such dedication… she kind of reminds me of you Captain." She said teasing.

His eyebrows pressed together in annoyance, "If you're so inspired by her do some work for a change." when he looked up, she was gone, "just as I thought." he confirmed.

Another eleven hours passed, and Rangiku entered her Captain's office once more, "Hey Captain, I think I have something you might be interested in seeing." He looked up from his paperwork, and she came in closer. Opening up what seemed to be a scroll of paper, she set it on his desk for him to see. The picture on the parchment revealed a young man who looked just like Toshiro, with the released form of his Zanpakuto, Hyourinmaru, with ice wings on his back, facing an incredibly dark aura of evil. The Captain marveled over the artwork, astonished by the detail, "This is no ordinary human." said Rangiku.

Hitsugaya lowered his head, his eyes were shadowed, "Tell her to get a good nights sleep." he muttered.

"Captain?" asked Rangiku.

"If she can beat me in a match, then I will keep her identity a complete secret, and keep her around for a while." he replied.

"Are you sure that's fair? She hasn't eaten or slept in almost 24 hours." explained Rangiku.

"Then give her a good dinner, and tell her to get some sleep. We'll wake up early, and I'll take her far away from the Seireitei so our spiritual pressure can't be picked up, and we don't cause any damage."

"Yes, sir." agreed his Lieutenant as she walked out of the room, leaving the picture laying on his desk. He lifted it up to get a better look at it, and then sighed ,and put it down. Walking over to a nearby window he stared up at the sky, recalling a night when the stars shined just as bright. That night, he saved a life…

To be continued…

Author's notes: Yay, new fan fic. Decided after a month and a half of thinking about it, to actually sit down and write this. I love Hitsugaya. =3 Chapter 2 will hopefully be written soon, but be patient with me. Please leave me feedback, and thank you for reading =D