Another story! Boo-yah! This one is a Bleach fanfic, as you have probably seen. I've been working on this one for a while and have been having a lot of fun writing it. This is one of my first times writing with an OLDER sibling. Normally, my characters are a younger sibling to someone... Weird, because you'd think I'd have more experience writing with an older sibling, seeing as I am one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any characters from it. They belong to Tite Kubo. I only own Minako Kitamura and any OCs added into the mix.


Horror.

That one word could describe the faces of the surrounding Soul Reapers when it happened. A small figure wearing a white captain's haori fell from the sky, blood quickly replacing the color of purity. Red streaks ran through the white hair of the young captain as his eyes remained wide. No breath was taken by the captain, nor could his allies move. Time seemed to stop as he hit the harsh cement ground of the false Karakura Town. The killer smirked and sheathed his zanpakuto as he watched the young man fall.

The hole in his chest, the slit in his throat; it all added up to one grim conclusion…

"Captain!"

…Toshiro Hitsugaya was dead.


Nine months later…


I stared down at the infant in my mother's arms, my dark brown eyes wide in awe. The delicate child she held was beautiful. What shocked me the most about my newborn brother were the feather-like strands of snowy hair that were matted against his head. The doctors said albinism was the most likely cause for that. We'd have to be careful with the baby, and make sure we protected him from overexposure to the sun. They also said he may have vision problems as he grew. None of that mattered to me, though. He was my brother, the only one I'd had. In my eyes, he was perfect.

"Toshiro Kitamura," I murmured, gently placing my hand on his head. He shifted slightly and a small smile crossed my features. After sixteen years, I had a sibling.

"Minako, do you want to hold him?" my mother asked.

I nodded, grinning, and my brother was passed into my arms. I sat in a chair next to the hospital bed as I watched little Toshiro move. He was sleeping, curled into a little ball. I kissed his forehead, knowing it would be my job to help take care of him, something I was more than willing to do for the infant I held. It wasn't long before my mother fell asleep, clearly exhausted from the birthing process, and my father left the room briefly to call a few family friends.

"I'll always protect you, Toshiro. I promise," I whispered as I placed my index finger in his tiny, yet firm, grasp.


I hope you enjoyed reading the prologue. Please R&R.