Chapter 1

"If you ever disturb this shrine again you will turn up dead!" The group of thugs ran off leaving behind the now ruined cross that once adjourned countless flowers and a picture of a little girl.

"I'll bring you fresh flowers tomorrow." I say to the small girl on my left, she's a ghost. I know that because she's see through and floating above the ground. "Thank you so much!" She said smiling. "Yeah, yeah. Hopefully you can rest in peace now."

Hello. My name is Tamotsu Kuroni, I'm 15 and I have a strange ability, I can see ghosts, and for some reason I always have the urge to protect. I don't have a direct reason to why I do.

My house was eerily quiet just as I stepped over the threshold my fathers loud and drunken voice erupted the silence "where the hell were you?!" I cringed "out." Barely dodging a flying beer bottle I ran up the stairs and slammed my door. My moms old picture sat on my night stand, I miss her terribly.

When I was young she shielded me from my fathers rage, she silenced my cries, took care of the wounds he gave me, and loved me, but for how long could that shield last? I was 7 years old when I ran up the stairs, my dad was drunk again my mother attempted to stop him but she only succeeded in killing herself. He had launched a cracked bottle at her, slicing her left eye and lodging small glass pieces in her head and neck. For years I wondered why he never went to jail. Never was that question answered. I reported it several times but did anyone listen to a teenager? No they thought I was fooling around or trying to get my dad arrested cause he wouldn't get me something.

So yeah my life's screwed up. Big time, but despite how screwed up my life seems I have one friend. Her names Shuuki I don't have a crush on her and I never will if that's what you're wondering. Cause I never have and I never will.

School started out pretty normal the next day, my long hair was tied in a low 'pony tail' and my bag was slung over my shoulder. I have to say I have no idea where my looks came from, for one thing. I have long black hair and dark purple eyes. Yep that's right, purple, my height isn't anything to sneeze at either 5" 9' which is at least a foot taller than my mom was and I'm 5 inches taller than my dad. My moms hair was dark brown and my dads was well brown too I guess. So again my life's screwed up.

Shuuki waved at me from our usual meeting place, and I walked over to meet her. Lessons are always boring, but don't think I'm not a good student. I am it's just that... I feel like I already know all these things. After school ended Shuuki and I decided to get something to eat. (Again it's not a date.) On our way over the air went cold and Shuuki screamed from behind me.

That's when my world changed forever.....


Yeah it sucks. Don't rub it in!

I don't own Bleach, just the story.

And if you're wondering why this sucks is because I wrote it a long time ago before I joined and only now I'm posting it. If you read my other stories you'll notice the writing style is much better.