Chapter One

So hey guys! My first fanfic on here... just wow! Okay I have been searching for a Bleach reincarnate fanfic and haven't found one (yet). So I'm guessing I'm the first? (Hopefully) So... Hope you guys enjoy it and this was kinda inspired by my friend's fanfic on here; Kasai Yamamoto: Bleach Fanfic by animexxfreakxx. You guys should go check that out ^_^

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Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach :3

I had never really enjoyed my fourteen years of life. Nothing was exciting or fun or anything at all. It was just life to me. Most persons might have seen it as colorful with all kinds of colors like a rainbow, but life to me was black and white. It was plain. Maybe it was because I had no family, friends or even pets for that matter.

All I had was a small room in an orphanage with some dirty old clothes. No one ever paid any attention to me. I was a quiet and hardly ever participated in anything in school or at the orphanage. Maybe that's why I didn't get to have any friends... why no one wanted to adopt me. But I was fine with that.

At least I had a dream. Well something close to it; as soon as I turned eighteen, I would leave this place and go to live in Japan.

I always thought of the place as pretty tourist site and it sounded like a place I would want to live someday. Maybe start anew. Or maybe that was just my inner otaku self talking. Yeah, I was addicted to anime. And yeah, I was a closet otaku. So maybe that was why I wanted to live in the place where anime was created.

Too bad I never got the chance.

At age fourteen, I had died. It was rather a quick death. One minute, I was crossing the road and then some car appeared out of nowhere and hit me. Hard.

I had never experienced such pain other than that time I had broken my leg while falling down a flight of stairs. And that was painful, but this pain was ten times worse. I could have felt the force of the car as it slammed into my side, which sent me flying back a few feet away and pushed onto the hard concrete floor.

Who ever said dieing was peaceful needs to get their facts straight.

But thankfully it didn't last for long. As my body lay on the concrete ground, I watched as my world grew dimmer and dimmer. I couldn't hear the sounds of cars screeching to a stop anymore or the person on the sidewalk who demanded that they call an ambulance.

All I could feel or hear or see was the peaceful silence of the darkness, and I welcomed it with open arms.

Suddenly, I couldn't breathe anymore. I felt like I was being squeezed by the very thing that welcomed me. It was suffocating and I hated it. I wanted it to go away. To leave me alone. Was this how death treated you? I was a good girl; I never lied or anything so at least death could give me a break and let me enjoy it.

But it seemed as if death didn't want that.

I was blinded by a flash of light, and the next thing I knew, I could see but couldn't see at the same time. Blurriness was a better word for my sight. I could make out colors, but not faces or objects. But then someone was wailing like a baby and it was annoying.

Very annoying.

Not too soon after, I find out I was the one who was screaming. I felt my body being moved and soon I was wrapped in some kind of material. It was an annoying bright pink.

The next thing, I felt arms holding me as a soft voice hushed me. Trying to blink away the blurriness to look at the person holding me, I felt a hand rub my head. That was when whoever was holding me started to talk nonsense. It was then I noticed that I had stopped crying and I tried to understand what the person was saying.

It sounds like Japanese...

A deeper voice came and soon I was wrenched away from the softer voice and was being held by someone slightly hairy. I could feel my lips as they began to tremble and soon as the hairy person began to speak, I started to wail again.

I suspected this new person to be male by the deep voice as he tried to shush me, but I wanted the softer voice to hold me. I wanted the woman to hold me again. Soon enough, I was handed back and I quickly shut my mouth. The woman holding me chuckled and I felt my eyes began to droop.

Maybe I should've noticed by then I was a baby, but I was too tired and so I fell asleep in the woman's arms.

It didn't take me long to find out I was somehow a baby. It came to me when my vision cleared up and found out that I indeed was somehow reincarnated into an anime.

What gave away?

Well my new father of course. The first time he changed me, I recognized the black hair and dark eyes. The goofy look and the deep voice.

My first word was his name, even though I was only a year I said it quite clearly.

"Isshin."

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