I keep losing my motivation to write. I don't know why. I think it's because I look back at my other stories and wonder if I was on crack the entire time. It's not pretty looking at how much your own writing before a year ago. Anyways, I do not own bleach. I do own my own separate volumes of said manga, but sadly I do not own the actual story. If I did things would be way different than what's happening in the newest chapters.

Chapter One:

My story starts on a surprisingly cold fall day, on my way to pick up the groceries for my mother and father—nah this is stupid. How does one even start telling a self narrative? I mean how do you describe things that normally can't be described to people who don't see them? Besides the fact that I'm already an oddity in this world I really don't want to be condemned as strange for my whole life.

Er...Anyways... The day was normal, even the people where normal. It was just an average day for average people. Well—average humans more like it. I, Shinoko Hatsumi, do not consider myself human. The explanation being simple. Since I was a little girl I've been able to see spirits and hollows. By the way, the only reason I know what hollows are because one had a big mouth and was chatty Kathy. Going off topic again. What makes seeing them so strange is that I'm color blind, but when I see them, they are in full color. That's the only way I ever learned the colors. Those tied to the other world have color to them when normal people and things do not. It's strange in a way—having spirits and spiritual people stick out like a sore thumb.

Okay maybe the explanation wasn't so simple and there is even more that you don't know! However I am going to save the last information for later. Save the best for last they always say, right?

So here I was going to the store. The start of the new school year was already taking its toll on me. Endless nights staying up doing the horrible homework had made me tired so I wasn't paying attention. Drowning in my own thoughts I accidently knocked into someone and that someone happened to have the most annoying, bright, and unnatural orange colored hair. Who often pissed me off because of it.

"Watch where you're going—," the voice paused and before I even looked I knew that the scowl on his face had already deepened.

Yes, Ichigo Kurosaki and I—did not get along. I was so thankful I hadn't seen him around all summer that I had almost forgotten he existed entirely.

"Maybe you should watch where you're going you orange strawberry!"

"Why you—!"

I did mention we didn't get along right? Because almost immediately we started fighting. I had only dabbed in Karate for a month so I wasn't as strong as Ichigo who had trained for years, but damn did I make sure my hits counted. I had made sure to memorize every vital and pressure point on the body during that whole month.

The thing I wasn't expecting was that when I aimed for his face—more specifically the place that unhinged the jaw—he moved effectively dodging it.

When the hell did he get fast enough to dodge me? I wasn't fast but when we fought I'd always be able to land at least one or two hits on him. Now though it seemed different—way different. He was dodging ever so slightly and blocking my punches. That annoyed me.

I lifted my foot, kicking him square in the shin as hard as I could muster. He let out a grunt of pain and lost his oh so perfect concentration. I took that moment and clocked him right upside the head.

The blow wasn't that strong, but it was enough to cause him to put a hand to his cheek and take few steps back. Good I felt satisfied getting a good hit on him.

I turned myself away, tucking a strand of my auburn hair behind my ear.

"Shinoko, what the hell?" I twisted my neck in his direction seeing him rubbing his jaw. Hm. Seems I had more power in that, then I had realized.

Without saying another word between the two of us, we simply glared at each other. That is until I snorted and walked into the store. I could physically feel his scowl and glare burning a hole in the back of my head.

Haha good. I had actually managed to score a point in our never ending battle.

Shinoko 1—Ichigo 12

Boy does that look bad. Now it was my turn to scowl. I hated how he always beat me in our little fights. It just wasn't fair! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I have to be the weak link of a fighting squad! Wait where did that come from? Oh well, by the time I got out of my thoughts I was halfway home and was in such a bad mood that it would even scare the devil. Now that I thought about it—was there even a devil in this world?

The grey house that made up my home come into view and I sighed in relief. Home. I could be in my room, away from Mother and Father and be in my own little world. Sadly, fate was not on my side because just as I opened the door I came face to face with my cousin. On normal circumstances this wouldn't have bothered me. Except my cousin hated me and I kid you not she was what people would call those overpowered perfect girls in stories. A Mary fucking Sue. It made me want to gag every time she entered the room with that perfect air of hers.

So as my cousin, who's at that moment name I couldn't be bothered to remember, gushed at how much she just loved our family I on the other hand had walked upstairs and promptly shut the door. This day had gone from bad to worse in a matter of an hour. I could still hear her grating voice from down below and decided to play some music to drown her out.

Ah. Now I remember what that bitch's name was. It was Kamiko. Ha superior child my ass. I'll find her faults and when I do she'll rue the day she ever crossed paths with me! Oops. Getting a little carried away there.

I sighed and glanced toward my mirror. It was a dark gray and I tilted my head to one side. The actual color was a dark mahogany I think. Anyways I stared at my reflection. Of course since I was a spiritually connected I was colored as well. My auburn hair ended at the bottom of my shoulder blades and about the last three inches of it turned to white. The white had suddenly appeared there one day, back when I was seven and no matter how short I cut it, the white always comes back. Everybody thinks I purposely dyed it, when in fact I have been trying to get rid of it. Pulling away the attention from hair, I turned it toward my eyes which where a vivid green. I hated my green eyes. Only because Kamiko had them too. They seemed to run in the family much to my dismay.

My attention shifted again, hearing little miss everything come up the stairs and knock on my door. Oh god make her go away already. My father had destroyed the lock when I was younger because I would lock the door when she come over. Now she could easily turn the door knob and come right in.

"Shinoko! There you are!" The door swung open and I was met with grinning with her hands on her hips.

Nope.

I practically ducked past her and was about ready to head down the stairs when Mary Sue-chan caught me by the back of my shirt. I was screwed.

"You have to come help me practice my Kendo!" She chirped like the little shit she was.

I was forcibly dragged down the stairs and out into the backyard. The evening routine of me getting my ass handed to me was about to start.

A few hours later, I was finally capable of getting away. Why I had to help her practice when I knew full well that even if she stopped for five hundred years she'd still be the champion at it was a mystery. I think she hates me too and just enjoys beating me numb.

Since I was finally free of that torture I decided to take a walk around town. Though as I stared at the sky, all the different hues of gray started to melt away.

"...Huh?"

Small speckles of color where starting to appear, and they were not the colors of the sky. Red and green speckles. They seemed to be emitting from somewhere up in the sky, but where?

Well I definitely got my answer, because a few seconds later something came crashing down with a loud DOOM. I cringed and turned my leisurely pace into a full blown run. That was where Tatsuki and the rest of the dojo were training!

Though we didn't always get along, I was still worried. As I got closer I felt a tug from deep inside me—like my soul was being ripped out, but I ignored it gritting my teeth and continued on. There was no way in hell I was going to pass out. The clearing came into view and I was met with a not so pretty sight.

"T-Tatsuki!"

She didn't seem to hear me. Actually none of the people there heard me, a good portion had died and the big guy was talking and looking down at her.

"...Then it must be stronger than I thought...Right?!" What was he talking about.

Suddenly he whipped around to look at the smaller one. Dark hair, eyes of green, and white pale skin. Definitely someone with strong energy. Just who where these guys?!

"Ulquiorra! Is this the one?!" The giant shouted back.

The smaller one, Ulquiorra, responded back his voice monotone and uncaring.

"Take a good look, idiot. Her soul's being crushed just by being close to you." The next words made my blood boil in anger. "She's garbage."

How dare he! No one had the right to call someone else garbage! I didn't even say that about my cousin! Yeah she was a perfect little bitch but she wasn't garbage! I could hardly focus on the rest from the big guy.

"Goodbye."

Immediately snapping out of my thoughts I began to race toward Tatsuki again. He was going to kick her! With how big he was, and my own guessing I'm sure that if that kick lands he'll kill her! I refuse to let that happen!

Thwak.

Huh? When did Chad get in between Tatsuki and that big guy? I hadn't even seen him get into the clearing! Yet...there he was along with Orihime. And they were protecting Tatsuki! Now I didn't mind Chad, I had only heard about him through Orihime at school after she started hanging out with him, Ichigo and Uryu. He sounded like a good guy, despite his size and I had been hoping to get to know him.

It was then that I realized most of the clearing was in bright vivid color. There was so much energy I wondered how I hadn't picked up on all that color blinding me. Even the dead bodies were in full color now, it was like looking through colored glass. I looked off in the distance to make sure I wasn't just hallucinating from that weird pull experience earlier and found that besides this clearing everything was still gray. Except the massive color wave coming towards where we were. It was like just one person alone was causing the area to light up like a Christmas tree. There was only one person I knew of that could do that.

I didn't have time to curse the orange haired male for a strange energy caught my attention and made me stiffen. If I had to take a guess, I'd say one of those two individuals where looking straight in my direction. I felt like he could see me but I should be well hidden behind trees and bushes and yet...the shivers wouldn't stop. Finally I turned toward the source and I was right. Ulquiorra was looking directly at me right through the god damn useless trees and bushes.

"...!"

I sputtered and backed up, tripping over a root forcing me to fall back. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. I was found out. Would he try to kill me? The larger of the two was laughing and grinning about something, but I was too preoccupied to tune in. My focus was on the threat that could potentially be against my life.

This...This went from worse to a downright horrible day.