Author's Note: YAY! New story!! The principle of this is based off a story I read a while ago called Define Sin. It's a really good KH fic. Anyway, so you know, I'm a massive UkiMatsu fan, so that pairing will be coming into it and hopefully, you shall see where the title comes from. That's all I'm saying for now.

Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does

I sighed. Nothing interesting ever happened anymore. Oh! I really should introduce myself before complaining about my life to you. My name is Rangiku Matsumoto and I'm 20 years old. My life is less than interesting. My parents died when I was young, leaving me to fend for myself and I ended up working the streets as soon as I was old enough. Today's date? September 11th 1889. There've been a lot of murders here in Whitechapel within the last year or so, but I'm not scared. Sure, I might be next, but I'm not afraid of death. In actual fact, I would prefer it if I did die. It would probably be much more interesting than the life I'm currently leading. Now, let me explain. Working the streets means that I am a prostitute, and I have to take opportunities to make money whenever I see them. Now, this guy comes up to me and my sister and makes us an offer we can't refuse, so we go and do as he asked. He then tied me to a chair, gagged me and made sure I couldn't get away whilst he brutally butchered my sister, Orihime, in front of my eyes.

First, he slit her throat to stay in control, and the blood spurted everywhere, coating my clothes (or lack thereof) and he horribly mutilated her body, cutting off her legs, arms and head before depositing everything in different bags. Then, he turned his manic glare on me and fear started pumping through me, my adrenaline racing. I thought I'd be ready when my time came, I thought I'd prefer death to the life I have now. I was wrong. I don't want to die like this. I don't want to be murdered. I want to die a natural death. I'm too young to die! As all of this was running through my head, I didn't notice the other male enter the room. All I knew was that my sister's murderer was dead on the floor and a man with black hair, separated by white spikes of what I did not know, was standing in his place. He would have been quite handsome if he hadn't looked so proud and up himself. He untied me and removed my gag before giving me a card and disappearing out into the night. I slowly turned the card over, my hands trembling, and read what it said:

Byakuya Kuchiki

Pride Base- America.

It made no sense to me at the time, so I hurriedly gathered my stuff together and ran for it, leaving behind the scene of a gruesome double homicide. It was a few weeks later and I ran into the dark haired man who saved me. He walked a little way with me, and I didn't say a word. He turned down an alley way and before I realised it I was on my own, lost in the backstreets of Whitechapel and being surrounded by men in white lab coats. I backed away slowly in fear. What did these people want with me? All rational thought left my mind as I turned around and ran as fast as I possibly could through the openings between where the men were standing.

Left, left, right, dead end, left, right, right, left and another dead end. I looked behind me, and the men were catching up. I had nowhere left to run as I leaned against the wall of the alley. I sighed and let my ragged breathing calm down. They advanced on me and I really couldn't care less anymore at this point in time. My family was gone and nobody would notice the disappearance of another prostitute. They were all fleeing Whitechapel because of the killings recently. My disappearance wouldn't be noticed. One of the men placed a white cloth over my mouth and I inhaled deeply. My vision started to blur and I felt myself falling before everything went black.

When I woke up, I found myself in unfamiliar territory. I could feel that I was lying on something cold and hard, I guessed metal, and my wrists and feet were bound to the table by leather. I sighed in relief that I was still alive, then I got scared. Where was I? What would happen to me now? Where were those guys in white lab coats? Did I dream about them? If so, where on Earth am I?

One of my questions was answered pretty quickly when one of the guys in white coats came in. He saw that I was awake, but didn't say anything and he proceeded to take a scalpel from the side and cut into my arm, causing me to flinch and whimper in pain. A satisfied look appeared on his face and my stomach churned. Whatever happened here wasn't going to end well for me.

I sighed and looked at the calendar. September 11th 2009. It had been 120 years since that chain of events had been set in motion and I hadn't aged a day over 20. I'd seen the changes in the world, seen the depths of human desperation and realised how very short and insignificant life could be if you didn't do something good with it. I'd also come to realise how immaterial love could be, especially when you had an immortal life and your partner didn't. Over the years, the feelings died out of me, so all I could do to feel loved was fulfil what that experiment 120 years created me to be. If humankind knew who roamed freely among them, they would cry out in shock and fear, but why? Because we eradicate sinners and people who are overly virtuous. Because we are the living embodiment of sin and virtue alike. We have powers that others have only dreamed of and we could destroy the world if we wished. We don't because we were created by meddlesome fools and we don't wish to bring chaos and disorder by meddling in affairs that don't concern us.

Seven sins. Seven virtues. I am Rangiku Matsumoto and I embody the sin of Lust.