Too perfect

by Windy Rein

AU She was left for years to that place and now they finally let her out. But is that what they should've done? We'll have to see. My first Bleach story. Contains an OC. Two-shot. Rated M to be safe

1. There's no place like home

Warnings: Cursing, OOCness and an OC... Well, atleast those.

A/N: Yay! I finally got off my lazy ass and typed this up. And without further ado I bring you the first chapter of "Too perfect".

Chapter 1: There's no place like home

I know my perfect brothers. The ones with the perfect grades and perfect friends. They're the kind that makes your parents proud, the kind that you show off at family gatherings, the kind that makes the other child look like a brooding freak. Atleast that's what they were when I saw them the last time. How long it's been now? Five, ten years? Maybe even more. I forgot to count at some point and then it was all lost.

Maybe they've changed. Well, Shiro never wasn't my brother really. Not by blood. It was more like we shared some kind of connection but I lost it at some point. I was thirteen then, Shiro only eight but we still had this special bond. The Kurosaki siblings we were then. Me and Shiro. The Incestsakis. That's what they started calling us. Is it so wrong to love your brother? He was adopted by the way. Mom always made sure he was treated the same way as we "real" siblings. I've never loved anyone like him yet there wasn't a bit of lust in it. Only the sibling kind love that was so lost between Shiro and Ichigo. It's all a façade in the end. They don't know it. Not really.

I've heard I have sisters too. I've never even seen them. Mom probably would've wanted me to see them but Dad was always too protective over the younger ones. I was the only one who didn't get any of his "daddy-love". I don't know what it was but he never liked me. Maybe he smelt the stench of insanity in me that was there even before I was sent to this place. But now that I know how to get out I'll be free again. There's no one to stop me. I just hope Shiro's forgotten what he saw. I can feel the urge coming back. The familiar urge that has been gone for all these years I've been locked away. I smirk mentally at my old friend.

"Asuko-san."

Hmm... Is there someone trying to get my attention?

"Asuko-san."

Probably a nurse to tell me goodbye and wish good luck. Tch, they don't even really mean it. They just want to have one less person to take care off. Maybe I'll "take care off" the one bitch who always smiled that cruel twisted wannabe friendly smile. I think she was some big shot in my ward.

"Asuko-san!"

Damn that voice to Hell. Fine! I'll answer. I open my unnaturally green eyes and stare at the nurse with a bored expression. Mom always said she liked my eyes. Even when everyone else called me a freak. She said I was her little woodland fairy. I liked that.

"Asuko-san. Your family's here for you. Have you packed everything?" The thing in front of me can't be human. Not one human can have as creepy smile as she has. I think it's a she. Almost every nurse at this ward is woman. Only the doctor who comes once a month is a man. Tch, some equal society this is. I smirk mentally at the thought of the nurses lining up to have their asses spanked by the doctor. Oh yes, I do actually have weird trains of thought. I nod at the nurse staring at me questioningly.

There's a loud noise outside the door. I think it's calling my name. "ASUKOO!!" Yes, definetly Isshin's voice. He barges in just seconds after followed by a herd of nurses trying to calm him down. "Where's my lovely beautiful oldest daughter?" he shouts before his eyes land on me. Has the man gone insane? He has never ever before called me that.

I look at the man claiming to love me. His eyes start to tear up. Is he going to start crying in the middle of a mental hospital? I just raise an eyebrow at the man. No need to act like he does just because I'm not considered insane anymore. I might just be admitted back to this place if I would start acting like he does.

From behind him I hear a soft somewhat edgy male voice. "Sorry for the old man. He's been like that ever since... Mom died." I focus my gaze on an orange haired teen. He has a skinny but muscular look. By the way I know that sounds weird. He's got a somewhat soft expression on his face but it's really hard to tell because of the scowl on his face. "Ichigo?" I ask trying to sound a bit like a normal person would when they're trying to remember a name they haven't used in years. He looks a bit surprised but smiles soon at me warmly. The smile seems to light up his face. "Yeah and you must be Asuko-nee-san I presume." I chuckle at his choice of words. He looks at me a bit inquisitively. "Someone atleast knows their general education." I smile at him warmly. He sends a little smirk at me and says "You should wait 'till you meet Shiro. He's like a walking quote machine."

I hear an annoyed voice coming from behind Ichigo. "Hey, ya're the one ta talk. Ya're tha one tha' introduced lil' ol' me ta the wonderful worl' o' quotes." I look at the boy standing behind my brother and for the first time for Kami knows how long I feel happy. Not truly happy mind you but just a little bit happy. I smile at the boy. Hmm, my first smile in awhile has been awakened by the people that... No, I'm not going to go down that road. Not now. I have to maintain my balance. I only walk towards Shiro and notice the white haired boy has become taller than me. I let a small pout come to my lips. I won't pout to anyone but Shiro-otouto. He looks a bit baffled by this but soon smiles at me and wraps his arms around me. "I've missed you so much, Asu-nee-chan." he whispers to my ear. "I've missed you too, Shiro-otouto." I whisper back with a small smile.

The tranquil moment is shattered by a loud yell from our father. "OH THE BEAUTY OF SIBLING REUNIONS!!" He soon has a fist in his face courtesy of Ichigo. Ichigo also has a twitch in his left eyebrow. "I told you to not do that embarrassing shit in public places!" he shouts at his father. I let a small smile come to my lips. "So they're still like that?" "Ya, pretty much." Shiro answers.

"So, why'd you come?" I ask as casually as I can. "Huh?" is Shiro's intelligent answer. "Shiro, you know how much I hate to repeat myself." I say with a slightly irritated voice. "Ya, I know but I didn' quite catch the meaning." "Why'd you an' Ichi come here? I thought everyone hated me." I let a little sadness seep into my voice. Shiro looks shocked at this and starts defending himself and Ichigo. "We weren' allowed ta come. Dad never let us near ya. I dunno wha' he's afraid o' bu' it had sumthin' ta do wit' ya." So the old man never changed? He's just putting up a show, ne? And all this just for the people in this hospital that already know how you really are, father.

"Umm, Kurosaki-san?" Ichigo and his father both turn to the fake human pretending to be a nurse. "Anou, older?" Isshin turns his attention fully to the "woman". "You should leave. You are causing the patients to become tremulous." "Yes, of course. We'll be going now. Thank you for everything." Isshin says with his "doctor" voice. The nurse just smiles at us. Probably thinks we're one happy family. Was she really fooled by dad's act? I guess, what they say about nurses and patients is true. The nurse never trusts the patient if there's someone that has a different opinion than the patient and has more authority in the nurse's eyes. (1)

"Ichigo, take your sister's bag." Isshin commands with a firm voice. Aah, now there is the man I know as my father. Always strict and commanding. Mom was and probably is the only reason I'm still part of the family. Mom probably made dad, no, Isshin make a promise to take care of me or something. I don't really care. Anything to get out of here.

After a few death glares between father and son Ichigo picks up my bag. I never had much stuff here that was mine. Shiro looks at me an apologetic smile on his lips. "Shall we go, milady?" Shiro says offering his hand to me for support. I put my hand on his and smile a little. What's with me and smiling all of a sudden? Shiro leads me away like a real royal. I can see the others looking at me from their rooms. They are jealous, that much I know. I know that there are also those who will try to take my place as the unofficial ruler of this ward.

I put on my best mask of ignorance. They will never see me smiling or showing any other emotion. Shiro looks at me surprised by my mask but doesn't say anything. I can hear their voices. Some congratulating me for getting out, sincerely, others yelling at me how they're going to take my place. I don't care anymore. They can say whatever they want because the truth is that I got out and they didn't. They're locked in this place afraid of themselves and afraid of the world outside. I, on the other hand, have faced my so-called demons and I accept them and respect them.

As I step out of the hospital I've learnt to know as Hell I get my first scent of fresh air for years. The scent takes effect immediately. A sadistic smirk forms on my lips but it's gone as quickly as it came. Words will never be able to describe this feeling of freedom and knowledge.

There's a taxi waiting in front of the hospital. The driver looks to be in his late forties. He has a small beard that probably took years to grow by the looks of it. He's also most likely going to die of a heart attack before 60 years of age.

The man sends me a smile to which I respond with a slightly raised eyebrow. Is he trying to be friendly or is that a pity smile? Just as I'm about to sink further into my thoughts I hear loud yelling coming from behind us. I smirk at the antics of my brother and Isshin.

They come closer to the taxi. As I expect Isshin opens the car's front door. Ichigo walks to the other side of the vehicle and I open the door for Shiro. He raises his voice when he says "My, my, the youngsters these days are actually polite." As he says this I can see the sparkle in his eyes. I only bow and say "After you, milord." Now that me and Shiro got our little act finished we can start the ride home. Hmm, interesting word; home. It gives you a picture of a warm bed and a loving family but for me it's just a place to be during my observation period. Of which I of course don't know a thing.

The ride to Karakura is pretty eventless if you don't count Ichi trying to hit his father for every stupid comment made. I only stare out the window of the taxi bored out of my fucking mind.

Just when we're driving through the area that isn't suburb but isn't the centre either I see a gang of five to ten guys surrounding a freakishly pale boy with green eyes and black hair. I'm pretty sure they're going to beat the boy but he isn't my concern.

What catches my eye though isn't the pale boy, it's the one leading the gang. He has a black leather jacket, dark blue almost black torn and worn out jeans and a black shirt, probably short-sleeved, that says "God is my bitch". The most interesting thing about him though are his icy blue hair and eyes.

The car stops to traffic lights. When the blue-haired one hears the car's brakes screeching he turns his eyes towards the taxi and we lock gazes. I lift my finger to my lips and smirk. He smirks back at me winking. We break our eye contact and the car leaves the lights.

As the driver stops in front of the Kurosaki clinic I can't help but to feel an ominous lump fall to my stomach. I push the feeling away quickly though.

I step out of the car with an expressionless face and take my black messenger bag from Ichigo. Note to self: go buy clothes. I'm not going to wear this hospital shit anymore.

I step in to the house for the first time in years and the first thing that meets my eyes is a brown-haired little girl with a bright smile on her face. She reminds me so much of Mom. She offers her hand to me and I shake it. She seems to smile even more brightly if possible and says "So you must be Asuko-nee-san." I wonder what they have told this little creature.

Behind the brown-haired one I see a black-haired girl who is glaring at me. I smirk mentally and start thinking what she has seen or heard between the lies and words my so-called father has told during these years. My musings are cut short by Isshin coming behind me and commanding the girls away. They leave after a disbelieving glance.

He checks we're alone before hissing at me "If you touch one hair on their heads I swear you'll spend the rest of your miserable life in a hospital. I can't stop you from corrupting my son but you will not do anything to them. To me you're as good as dead." I cock an eyebrow at him and ask "Your son? Only one, Isshin? What would Mom say?" The next thing heard is a palm connecting with skin. "Don't you dare to speak of her, monster." he hisses with a voice filled with venom. "Now go to your room and stay there." I look at him with eyes that only hint disgust.

I walk upstairs to my room which miraculously has stayed untouched. I can see my CD's and torn pieces of paper, the remnants of a try to write a song, and there under my bed is a box and in the box are all my pictures of Mom and my Black Bible. I only bought it out of curiosity though, nothing more. It had some pretty interesting ideas. A good example is the rule about someone hitting you. Unlike some wimpy Western religions, the Black Bible doesn't tell you to turn your other cheek but warn the hitter and destroy them if they don't mind the warning.

I fall down to my bed and start thinking of the day's events. First there was my dad being happy to see me, which had been proven an act mere minutes ago. Then there was Ichigo who had been happy to see me and finally there was Shiro who seemed to have forgotten everything. That's good for him. What was wrong with my brothers? Had they really forgotten Mom died a week before I was sent to that hellhole? Or couldn't they really... No, they probably thought I had been traumatized or something like that. Maybe that's what their father told them. So I was right in the end. He had made a deal with Mom.

I must've fallen asleep I notice when I open my eyes and see Shiro sitting on my bed. I almost growl and glare at him, a reaction picked up from the hospital, but catch myself just before I open my mouth. Instead I give him a sleepy smile. "What're you doin' here?" I ask. He looks to my desk. I turn my gaze to the same direction and see a tray full of food. "Yuzu had made sumthin' for ya. Isshin stopped 'er from comin' 'ere an' I offered ta take it an' he lemme. I dunno wha's wrong wit' 'im." We both are quiet for awhile. "Could you give me that tray, Shiro?" He actually looks a bit embarrassed when he notices he's in between my food and me. "Oh yeah, o' course, sis." I smile at Shiro between noodles and orange juice. After finishing my meal, ramen and some white bread accompanied by orange juice, I ask what's been bugging me for the whole time Shiro's been in my room. "Was there sumthin' else or can I go back to sleep?" I think there's a little of irritation in my voice. "Ya, there actually was. The ol' man wants ya ta go ta shop wit' me an' Ichi-nii." Shiro answers with a little bit of disgust when he mentions his adopted father. So the idiot did actually care what I look like. Most likely just to keep up appearances. "So we goin', sis?" Shiro asks with a little bit of insecurity in his voice. I wonder why it's there. I smile at him and answer "Of course, otoutou. By the way, is this little trip on Isshin?" "Sure it is, Asu-nee-san." A third voice joins the conversation. I look towards my room's door and see Ichigo standing there leaning on the doorframe. "So, gentlemen, are we going?" I repeat the first lines of a game we've been playing for who knows how long. Both of them nod and bow before offering their hand to me. I catch the twinkle of laughter in both of their eyes as we walk downstairs.

Isshin is standing between me and my somewhat freedom. He gives me the money and a death glare before he lets us out of the house. The walk to the mall is uneventful.

As we arrive I can only look at the building with awe. It has grown pretty much during the time I spent at the sanctuary. The place has two floors, dozens of shops and a really cliché fountain instead of the couple shops that looked to be on the brink of bankrupt that were here when I was in town the last time. I swear this place has cost more than the five storey asylum I used to live at and that place is the most modern mental hospital around.

When we enter the place the first thing I notice are the teen girls sighing and drooling at the clothes in the shop windows. I can hear some of them planning to whine money from their parents to get to buy some of the clothes. I'm pretty sure my expression darkens when I hear one of them whining about school being a living Hell and her parents hating her. Apparently they are forcing her to do her homework and not letting her to some concert. My thoughts of slowly killing her in so many painful ways are cut when I hear a voice speaking.

"Yo Strawberry, ya finally got yourself a girl, eh? I wonder if she has any brains under tha' look. Probably not seeing she's with ya an' all." The owner of the voice is coming closer from behind. From the corner of my eye I can see Ichigo and Shiro having a silent conversation. They never get to finish it though. I can now hear the lazy footsteps coming from behind. The footsteps stop and a hand grabs my ass.

Before anyone notices the pervert is pinned to the floor with his hand behind his back and my foot on his hand. "Want to try that again, bastard? I promise I'll break your arm." It seems as if the whole mall has stopped to watch. "Well?" I say after a moment applying more pressure on his wrist and twisting my foot a bit. He grunts in pain and finally opens his mouth "You're a feisty one, aren't ya?"

I glare at his back before answering. "I don't really care 'bout perverts trying to touch what ain't theirs and I don't really take well to being accused of incest. But my point, are you going to try that again?" The guy's gang hasn't moved an inch since I pinned their leader to the ground.

Shiro and Ichigo both look at me with awe written on their faces. Everyone's eyes are now focused on my blue-haired captive. He's silent for awhile longer before saying "I thought..." I cut him off before he can say what he thought. "Just 'cos I let ya beat up some guy that I don't even know doesn' mean I'll let you touch what ain't yours. Now answer the fuckin' question."

"By the way, Grimmjow, she's got a black belt in jujutsu. So you better answer." Ichigo decides to cut in. "Ichi-i" I whine playfully while still holding the newly dubbed Grimmjow pinned to the ground despite his squirming. "You're ruining my fun and I don't think I'm black belt anymore."

Ichigo's eyebrow starts twitching after I finish and he argues back. "Even though you think you're not black belt anymore doesn't mean normal people wouldn't think so. Everyone knows your black belt starts from second dan."

The whole mall (or atleast those at the vicinity) is now staring at me and Ichigo. I think they can't believe we're actually having an argument while I'm holding someone captive. "Yo, people," Shiro shouts to my "audience" "there's nuthin' ta see 'ere. It's jus' an argument. Jeez..." he mutters the last word.

"Yo, Red," is heard from the floor and I subconsciously add more pressure on Grimmjow's wrist.

"Fuck" he whines and says between gritted teeth. "Could ya get the bitch off o' me?" So it's Ichi he was talking to. Now I've finally had enough and break his wrist. Grimmjow starts howling in pain and cursing. He rolls to his back when I release his currently broken appendage. As an afterthought I add "It's not red, it's orange an' you could take the time to learn people's names. As I turn my attention to the rest of the mall everyone takes a subconscious step back. I only smirk at this observation.

Grimmjow's gang helps him up from the floor and I start walking away from them as I hear him grumble "Should kick her sorry ass for what she did..." I turn around and would've beaten him to a bloody pulp for even suggesting that he could win if not for the fact that Shiro has my shoulder in a tight grip. I see actual worry in his eyes as he says "Hey, sis, let it go. Ya'll only provoke 'im further." I smirk a little at Shiro and nod. I think my smirk unnerves Shiro and knowing my otoutou his soon going to start trying to persuade me from doing what's on my mind.

Before he can start I walk up to Grimmjow and tap him on the shoulder. As he turns I take a few steps back. When his facing me fully I lash out a kick that dislocates his shoulder. Of course it's the side that hasn't got the broken wrist. Do you have to even ask am I a sadist or not?

I hear someone saying they'll call the police. I turn to the direction where the voice came from and say in a loud voice "And I'll say it was self-defence against sexual harassment and threats. You'll get nothing out of it but a scandal." (2) The crowd starts dissipating after this comment.

I can see the group of teen girls whispering to each other. Some of them are fishing cell phones out of their pockets. So atleast rumour spreads quickly here. "Yo Ichi" Can't these people leave a person alone? "an' Whitey" I see red. Actually both literally and figuratively considering my bangs have fallen in front of my eyes. The voice is still coming closer but I can't yet tell who it is of the people still staying that speaks. "Why hadn't ya told me ya have a sister?" Hmm, this one's smarter. Out of the crowd emerges a red head with a black haired one who is by the looks of it the red head's friend and a pervert.

Ichigo relaxes when he sees who it is that's talking. Even though Ichigo's frowning I can see he's happy to see these two. The red head walks up to me and introduces himself. "Abarai Renji, at your service, miss." I can see Ichigo's and Shiro's eyebrows twitching. I only think the situation is humorous. "Ren, stop hitting on my sister, would ya?" I can't help but smile at my brothers speaking at the same time. It's been awhile since I've heard them do that. "So why haven't we seen you before?" the black-haired one asks. "None o' yo fuckin' business." Shiro snarls out before me and Ichigo even think about answering. "What crawled up your ass?" The red-head asks sounding a bit frightened. "Just drop it, will ya?" Ichigo says with exasperation in his voice. "So" the redhead starts "can ya beat Ichi?" "Whaddaya think, teme?" I growl at him. The redhead, Renji I think he was called, drops the issue.

Few minutes and the mandatory introductions later we are walking and searching for a shop that would have clothes I like. I stop in front of a dark-looking shop that sells "everything abnormal people need". I step inside the shop and take a look around. I snort at what they've got in there. I've seen weirder things. Shiro and the others step inside hesitantly. I'm already picking things I want. After I finish choosing the things I want I count that I've got enough money and go and pay for the stuff. I notice I used all of the cash Isshin gave me and smirk gleefully. It was just what I wanted to do. Maybe I'll give Isshin a heart attack when he sees me in my new clothes.

(1) Just a random jewel of wisdom from me. I dunno if it's true.

(2) I dunno if this would actually work but let's pretend for my story's sake it does.

A/N: I haven't got the faintest idea when chapter two will come out. At the moment it's killing my brain with all the scenes and ideas I have and I don't know how I should organize them but I try to be quick. :) But review loves. :)