1 - Pilot

It was the same, usual day. I was walking down from school, going through the grocery list I needed to buy for tonight's dinner. Yuzu, my little sister, asked me to. The day was slightly greyish, it seemed it would rain soon. I was on the bridge, the same old bridge I walked over every day. Always I would think of the view from the bridge as peaceful if only it wouldn't be for those cars crossing it. Always too many and too loud to enjoy the view, though today I noticed something different. A girl sitting on the bridge's railing, staring in the distance. She was so small, sitting so close to the edge that it felt like if wind would blow it would blow her into the water down below.

"What the hell are you doing? Don't jump!" I shouted to her, walking towards her. She looked back at me, and for a second I was paralysed by the insensitivity of her blue eyes. Her face turned into a frown.

"The hell are you talking about?" she answered.

"I said 'don't jump'!" I repeated now almost next to her.

"You fool, I wasn't going to jump!"

"Then why would you sit on the edge of the railings?"

"Surely not because I wish to jump!" She answered, face still frowned, blue eyes burning holes in mines.

"Get down from there! What if you fall?" I said taking her hand and pulling her down.

"I'm not going to fall unless an earthquake starts, so leave me be!" She said fighting back. I was bigger, stronger and standing with both legs on the ground so I had an advantage and I pulled her down and on her own two feet.

"God, what are you, my mother?" She asked, annoyed.

"No, but she should take better care of you!" I answered, and she threw a dark look at me, "Yea, whatever." She mumbled.

"So why would a girl like you jump down from a bridge?" I asked.

"I wasn't trying to do it, could you get over the jumping part already?" she said, annoyed and pulled her arm out of mine, backing away from me, "I just like to look at the sk—"

I guess she tripped, though I don't know over what, maybe her leg just slipped down the sidewalk, but she started to fall backwards. I moved, I think, my muscles twitched, I wanted to catch her, I even leaned forward a bit, but then a terrible sound and black blur passed by me, and I think I heard bones breaking as I saw the girl roll over the windshield of the car and then fall down on asphalt, hard.

I couldn't move, I guess I didn't know what to do. Hell, I was only 15 years old teenager going home from school, I have never seen anyone get hit by a car before! The driver was by the girl, kneeling down, checking for pulse, listening if she was still breathing, shouting something at me and at the others around me. Yeah, there were some people crowding around us, someone shouted that they have called the ambulance, everyone was mumbling something to themselves, and someone said she isn't breathing.

Oh, yea, someone did say that. My eyes shot to a man next to the driver, I think he said he's a doctor but I'm not sure. He tried to get her back to life, did that first aid thing with chest massage. The man was dressed almost all in black, funny that he wasn't wearing anything white because that's what doctors usually wear. You know what's else funny? That I'm thinking about what the doctor wears, standing in the crowd among others, looking at a dead girl's body. I was looking at her too and she was quite pretty, with short black hair taken in two ponytails and a white summer dress. I found it somehow odd that she didn't wear school uniform. I also think that she is too pale, but maybe it's because she's dead.

And now I was waiting for some disgusting feeling, a panic attack or some other kind of reaction that would prove I'm alive. But there was nothing like that. I was completely fine. But I was going through my memories, searching for something I could have done, so it wouldn't have happened, ended this way. I guess I shouldn't have pulled her off the bridge. Wops, I guess that's my bad.

Ambulance workers rushed to the girl's side, touching her. Silly, because the other man already said she's dead. And that's true because the ambulance workers aren't in hurry anymore, asking the doctor for what have happened. I didn't hear the sirens of the ambulance or police cars. When I try harder I think they are there, in the distance, but it sounds more like I'm underwater. The police officer is here too now, talking to the driver. He points at me, stands up and comes over. The driver is pale, sweating. I guess he's under a lot of stress, looks like a business man in a suit. If he's a politician then I think he just lost his job. It's not a good thing to kill girls.

The officer shakes my shoulder. Oh, I guess they were talking to me. I didn't hear. Still don't. Their voices sound so muffed. It's hard to make out words.

"What?" I mumble, but my lips feel kind of numb and dry. I have a nasty taste in my mouth too.

"Did – see – happened?" Is all I can make out, and I don't even hear it, I read it from lips. Officer has moustache. He's pale too.

"... was talking with her..." I hear my voice say. My eyes turn away from the officer's lips and looks over at the girl again. They are putting her in a body bag. I stare at her, this will be the last time I see her.

Officer shakes my shoulder again. "Are you alright, son?" He asks, staring at me with his blue eyes. But they were ugly blue, not as clear as that girl's were.

"I should get home..." I mumble. I should go home, otherwise Yuzu will be worried and she'll call Karin, my other sister, and then I'll have to listen to her yelling at me all evening.

"Not quite yet, son. We should ask you a few questions." Officer said.

"He killed her." I said, pointing at the driver. The man's breath stuck in his neck, he stared at me with wide eyes, and it was hard to read any emotions.

Maybe it was too honest replay, but I really wanted to go home, and the killing thing was the main part the police should know.

The officer looked at the driver, said something to him I didn't hear, and then turned back at me with a sigh. "Give me your phone number, son, so we could call you later if there are any questions."

I gave it and went home.

A/N: Here is an idea for story I just came up with. I'll publish this to see what people think about it and do they like it so I'd know should I continue this.

Did Ichigo sounded little crazy in this? I mean, you should forgive him because he did see a girl die. And it takes some time to completely understand what have happened.

Thank you for reading and please, if you have any comment - review, but if you don't have anything nice to say then leave now, because I did try and negative moreover rude comments really hurts my feelings.