Hiya, This is kinda' my first bleach fanfic, and I have a bad history of abandoning stories after they've barely started. However, they keep getting longer every time, and the Naruto story I abandoned was actually three times longer than the one before it, so it looks like I'm actually making pretty impressive progress. Anywho, this story is mainly about some OC who gets experimented on a little bit and later gets a part in Ichigo's gang, although his participation is a little bit off... If you know what I mean, which you probably don't as you have no idea about what's going to happen.

Anywho, I'm just gonna' write this story, I have a plot figured out in my head, but I'll probably just see where it takes me rather than forcing it. I'll also be holding some polls and whatnot. Oh, and although you can vote on which pairings you want, I am a great fan of original pairings, so Ichigo isn't going to be with either Rukia or Inoue. Don't like it, don't read it. But anyway, the polls are at the bottom, so enough about that.

Imaginary friend nr. 1: Just Mat does not own Bleach, nor does he own his own pants. He lost them when gambling against Satan.

Just Mat: Ehm... No I didn't. I'm not stupid enough to gamble with the devil. Everybody knows the devil cheats.

Imaginary friend nr 2: You did actually. I remember it quite well, cause I won your red cap that same day.

Just Mat: Then how come I'm still wearing pants and have a red cap??

Imaginary friend nr 1: You won them off God... by cheating...

Just Mat: You know what, I'm starting to think I need to go find some real friends...

Oh, and the story starts when Ichigo and the rest are like fourteen years old, cause this is where I introduce the OC. Then there will be, like, a two years time-skip to the day after Ichigo turns into a shinigami.

Chapter 1: Call it whatever you find fitting, cause I have no idea what to call it. What about prologue...?

She was definitely getting there.

A fourteen year old. Tatsuki glanced around her with a big smile on her face. Tokyo hall, the biggest sports complex in all of Japan, the place where all of the biggest tournaments were held...

And she was participating in one of those tournaments.

She shook her head to clear it and continued with her stretching. She had no time for thoughts of glamour and fame, she needed to concentrate on the coming matches. But still...

She was just too excited.

After she'd finished stretching, she did some more exercises before stopping. It wouldn't do to tire herself out before the matches even started.

After taking a five minute breather, she realized that she didn't really have anything left to do.She'd warmed up and there was still enough time left. Seeing as there should also be other tournaments going on (Tokyo hall was very big after all) she went looking for one that would be interesting.

There were quite a few of them, and most of them had already started. The one she was participating in had also started technically, but her category got the last turn. She checked the big clock on the wall. 13:32. She still had another 28 minutes. After checking the clock she checked the hall she was in. Sumo wrestling, she wrinkled her nose in disgust. Fat guys feeling each other up... gross.

As she left the sumo wrestling hall, she came into what seemed to be the main hall. A lot of people were milling about, a lot of them were wearing the sports outfit of Tokyo's primary soccer team, apparently there was a soccer tournament as well. Most of the people who weren't dressed up were staring at the higher parts of the walls, where just under the twenty foot tall ceiling were hanging a couple of television screens. On one of them, Tatsuki realized to her joy, was an overview of what was going on.

Hall 1: Wrestling, Quarter finals. Tatsuki's eyes quickly went past that one, she already knew about that. (I think Tatsuki was a wrestler, but I'm not sure. If I'm wrong, please tell me about it and pretend that the correct sport was written down there)

Hall 2: Indoor soccer, finished. Tatsuki looked briefly towards the soccer players, and could see that they were indeed wet from all the sweating, and they were wearing medals.

Hall 3: -

Hall 4: -

Hall 5: Sumo wrestling, Quarter finals.

Tatsuki continued down the list, but most of the other halls were empty. Maybe there weren't as many tournaments going on as she thought.

Hall 24: Fencing, Quarter finals.

Tatsuki's left eyebrow rose slightly, she'd never heard of fencing before. It was probably just a minor sport, something like jumping fences or whatever. Still, seeing as she had nothing better to do, she decided to take a look.

When she entered hall 24, she thought it was just plain kendo at first, two people standing facing each other with swords and helmet like things that also protected their faces.

But, although the helmets were pretty much the same, the swords and the suit were different. Also, a strange line came from their back and was attached to a machine.

The weapons were what Tatsuki thought the french used some couple of hundred years ago. The small thin blades were as long as her legs. The hand protectors were as big as bowls and contained half of the wielder's hand. Also, the handle seemed to be shaped like a gun, something she'd never seen before.

The outfit was completely white and seemed to be made to protect the fencers from bruises.

Looking around, she saw that there were a lot of people watching who looked to be foreign. That meant that this was probably an international tournament. Awed, she walked towards the closest Japanese-looking person she saw.

"Excuse me."

"What is it?" The man asked without taking his eyes off a certain match where a pretty big person was pretty much owning the other shorter one. Going by the man's scowl and the way he was dressed, he was probably the shorter one's coach.

"Ano, what's going on?" Tatsuki asked, sincerely interested in this foreign sport.

The man groaned before answering, as the red light glowed again, signaling another point for the big guy. "He's losing, terribly. That European guy scores one more point and he's gutted. Damn those tall folk." As he finished talking, the small guy dashed forward in a desperate attempt for at least one more point, passing by his opponent.

The green light went off, so did the red light.

"Doublé," the referee announced, "End of the game. Winner with fifteen points to three, left." The two fencers took off their helmets and took weird stances to greet each other and the referee.

Tatsuki turned back to the man next to her who was now sobbing into his hands. After a couple of seconds, the man's head rose to meet the girl's questioning gaze. Trying to explain his sorry state, he muttered, "I've trained him for ten years before I allowed him to participate, and he loses this easily..."

"Is this a big tournament?" Tatsuki asked, still not really understanding why he was crying of all things.

"A big tournament?" The man returned in shock. "It's the world championship, and the guy I've as good as devoted my life to training gets housted by a fourteen year old boy."

Tatsuki turned around again, trying to find the big guy who had apparently walked off. 14 years old? No way someone my age is that big. When she found him again, he seemed to be talking with another guy or kid his age, who reminded her somewhat of a monkey. This person was even taller, but also thinner. When she again looked at the so called 14-year old, she couldn't help but hum in approval. He had short, black hair that was matted down on top of his head, reaching almost to his eyebrows. He wore a wide grin that made her want to grin as well, and his brown eyes were twinkling with mirth. He said something and the other guy was suddenly roaring with laughter.

Deciding to throw caution in the wind, Tatsuki approached them. When she was standing next to them they turned towards her. The tall, thin guy had a face that reminded her of a gorrilla, so she decided to try her best not to look at it and looked towards the big guy.

"Are you really fourteen years old?" She asked with a voice that showed clearly that she doubted it. Now that she was standing next to him, she realized that he was probably two heads taller than she was.

The gorilla looked at her in confusion, and she covered her mouth with her hand, embarrassed. She'd forgotten that they were foreign. She started blushing and brought forth her best English, cursing mentally. She'd never been good with languages. "Ehm... You... Ehm..." She raised her hands and motioned once with both hands and all fingers up, and then once with her thumb closed.

The guy looked at her for a moment before laughing. "Yes, I'm fourteen." He replied in almost perfect Japanese.

Tatsuki blinked at him. "You can speak Japanese."

"Eh, yeah." He scratched the back of his head. "Pretty much."

Tatsuki stared at him with a dumbfounded expression. Japanese wasn't an easy language to learn for foreigners. Shaking her head to clear it she went back to her original question. "No way you're fourteen. You're way too big. And besides, nobody is good enough to participate in the world championship when he's only fourteen years old."

"Yes there is," the guy retorted, "I know someone personally!"

"Oh really," Tatsuki said, still sceptical, "Who?"

"Me!"

"You're not fourteen years old."

"Why not?"

"You're too big."

"Hey, I can't help it that all you Japanese people are midgets"

"What did you say?"

"I said Japanese people are midgets. I mean look at you. You're as big as a twelve year old, but you might just as well be my age."

"I'm fourteen."

"Prove it."

Tatsuki was left with her mouth open. Why hadn't she thought of that when he'd been denying it. She gave him a glare, which he easily ignored.

"Well, prove it." The guy demanded again.

"You prove it first."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't believe you were fourteen before you didn't believe I was fourteen."

"...So?"

"So you have to prove it first."

"I don't agree with your reasoning. Besides," The guy added with a nonchalant attitude, "I don't see why I have to prove anything to a midget."

That was it. Tatsuki snapped. She looked the idiot who had insulted her and pushed her just a little too far in the eye and said, "That's it, you are dead... meat!!" She dived towards him, intent on making him feel pain, but the blackhaired male nimbly sidestepped her attack while passing his helmet and sword to the guy he'd been conversing with before running off with a raging Tatsuki at his heels. "Take care of my stuff before I get back, okay Mark." He yelled before he exited the hall.

"...Whatever..."

Tatsuki stood panting in the hallway as her quarry turned around the far corner, still laughing. How could he still be running when even she could barely stand anymore. Sill leaning on her knees, Tatsuki raised her head to look for a clock. When she found one she froze.

14:21

She'd spent too long chasing after the idiot and she'd missed the first twenty minutes of her tournament. That meant she'd probably lost all her first matches and was disqualified. With renewed energy she stood back up. That blackhaired guy was so gonna' pay for this.

Tatsuki was at a loss. She couldn't find the guy anywhere. She'd first gone to his hall, but he wasn't there. When she'd asked they'd told her that his match was due in five minutes, so she'd waited... He hadn't shown up. He'd also been disqualified. Many of the people watching were confused, she heard some people saying that the guy had had a pretty decent chance of getting first prize. Somehow, this only made Tatsuki angrier. How could you not show up if you were good enough to win, at the wold championships no less.

After the hall she'd gone to all the men's toilets she could find. And yes, she checked if they were empty. No way some dumb sign saying "men's" was gonna' stop arisawa Tatsuki (Last name spelled correctly?). But he hadn't been on any of the toilets. After that she'd just wandered around a bit, but she couldn't find a sign of him anywhere. She did notice when she checked hall 24 for the sixth time that the blackhaired guy's coach didn't seem angry or frustrated at all. He only seemed sad.

Tatsuki angrily kicked a bin, and that was when she saw it.

In front of her was a door to the roof, and it was still half open.

Fury renewed, Tatsuki dashed through the door and up the stairs that lay behind it. Another door was at the top, she opened it and saw him. He was leaning against the high fence that surrounded the roof with his face down and his fingers clenched through the iron strawlike things. He'd discarded his protecting, white vest somewhere along the way and it now lay somewhere between him and her. Underneath it she could see another vest, smoother and thinner, but also white. He turned his head to face her, and for a second she stared into sad empty eyes, tears brimming at the edges.

For a second she felt sorry for him.

Then something in her snapped again, and she stormed towards him.

"What the fuck do you think you were doing? Poke You got me disqualified and then you didn't show up for your match and got yourself disqualified as well. Poke You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" Poke

The guy just looked at her without saying a word, then "...I don't give a damn..."

That was the last straw for Tatsuki... She hit him.

Her fist connected solidly with his chin, and she thought she heard something crack. The guy stumbled back hard before his back hit the fence, and he went through it. All went in slow motion for Tatsuki as she heard someone scream from below and his body slowly tumbled over the edge head first. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe. Painfully she reached for air, but it was as if a hand was clenching her throat and wanted her to die, to die as well. Oh god... I killed him...

She heard a splat coming from below and more screaming ensued. She had to get out of there, she couldn't let anyone know. She tried to breathe again and took lungfuls of horrid tasting fresh air. She turned around and dashed through the door, down the stairs, through the door again. Where could she hide, she ran through the hallways. She passed the coach of the man who'd lost against the one she'd just murdered and caught flards of a conversation he was having with some other guy.

"Yes... sad. Apparently he just heard that his family died in a car crash."

Tatsuki's eyes opened wide again, and the hand constricting her throat was back. Also she could feel tears forming in her eyes. His family died... No wonder he didn't care, and I killed him. I killed him. She was starting to get hysterical to the point of contemplating suicide. Up ahead she saw a ladies' restroom and she dashed into it.

She tried to open the first cubicle toilet, but it was already occupied, as was the second. Getting desperate, she almost tore into the third, panting in relief at the fact that this one was empty at least.

Then... she cried...

Opening his eyes, he stared into the black night. What had happened? As he looked at the stars voices suddenly started coming from the back of his head, but he suppressed them like he always did and returned to his question. What had happened?

He didn't remember much at the moment, but he felt like it was slowly coming back to him. The last seconds of his life? He remembered smashing into the pavement. He nodded, it was definitely coming back, albeit slowly. He could probably make it go faster if he concentrated, but what was the rush? He slowly got up and curiously eyed the chain in front of him. It seemed to be attached to his body. He slowly reached out to it as if it would bite him, and slowly grabbed it as if it might burn him. A small, experimental tug proved that it was indeed attached to his body and probably wouldn't let go soon.

"Interesting, huh?"

He whirled around to face the person talking to him.

"Are you talking to me?" He asked the smiling man with glasses (Aizen anyone??).

"Why yes. I am actually."

"I'm dead, and you're talking to me. What does that make you?"

"I am a shinigami."

"A death god" Scepticism crept into his voice, before he suddenly seemed to realize something and shrugged. "Well, I guess it makes sense. I am dead after all. So, whatcha' gonna' do? Some prayers or ritual, create a huge rift in the sky or ground? Or maybe you're gonna' use that sword, stab me with it, break this weird chain? Do tell me. I'm so very interested." The guy remarked with a playful tone in his voice.

"Hmm," The shinigami's gentle smile suddenly turned wicked. "I think I'll go for the last two."

"Two?"

"Yes," The grinning shinigami answered. "You see, normally I would perform Konso on you, but since you are special, I want to test a theory on you."

"...I don't really like the idea of being tested on..."

"Oh, that doesn't matter, seeing as you have no choice."

"Oh, great. I ended up in the hands of some evil psychofreak."

"If you think that's a bad thing, then why aren't you running? I'm curious."

"It's too much trouble right now, I'm trying to remember what happened before I died, so how about you just wait until I'm done doing that and then I'll run away. Okay?"

Aizen's visage turned angry. "No, I will not wait. Especially not for some punk like you trying to remember something. I couldn't care less about your memories. All that matters is my will."

"Aww, but you said I was special." The dead fencer mocked the shinigami.

"You are. Not many start to manifest their zanpakutou before they die."

"Zanpakutou?"

"Tell me, do you sometimes hear voices?" Aizen asked as he unsheathed the sword at his belt and pointed it towards the guy.

He tried to say no, but he couldn't. It was as if the cloak wearing foureyes was forcing him to tell the truth. "Y...ye...Y...Yes." He mumbled against his will.

Aizen's grin split his face. "Perfect!" As he said those words he swung his sword. The dead soul tried to scream but he didn't have the time to before the sword cut right through the chain coming out of his body. As a result, he screamed even harder as the chain seemed to be eating itself away, coming closer and closer to the end of the chain, where he was.

Aizen grinned as he explained what was happening. "The chain of fate, which I just cut is what connects you to your human body, when you die, it breaks and you slowly start to turn into a hollow. Do you know what a hollow is?" Aizen asked in an overly sweet tone.

The guy just continued to scream.

"Good, then I won't have to explain that. Thanks to me, you are now turning into a hollow faster than you should have been. The good news is that I still have to stab you." As he said this, the hollow transformation was starting to come to an end as the white substance started shooting from his ears, nostrils and mouth. Without a pause, Aizen drove his blade into the boys body and started transferring his reiatsu to the hollow in making.

Still, the guy continued to scream.

After a while of this, the screaming finally subsided and the boy lay still. He had a mask on his face. The right half was made up of pure black and white, intermingling with each other through spirals. The other half had six evenly large parts with different colors. From up to down they were red, purple, blue, green, gray and yellow.

Aizen looked down at it with a dissapointed expression. "So... a vizard is all I get for my efforts?" He snorted. "And I was so sure that I'd get something more interesting. Ah well, I guess it can't be helped." He turned his back on the body and stalked away, not taking the time to notice that a small hole was growing right under where the ribcage was, or that the mask was slowly being sucked into the guy's open eyes. But the boy knew nothing of this, he didn't see anything, until he woke up the next morning...

Well, I've decided to end it here. I dn't think it's really a cliffhanger, but I might be wrong. Anyway, I hope you liked it. In fact, I hoped you liked it so much that you'll send me review (Or a cookie). Anyway, the timeskip happens right after this, and if you want to know what happens in these two years you'll just have to wait until I put down some flashbacks.

Also, you might have noticed that I never once used the guy's name. This is because Tatsuki never heard it and he forgot it after he died and didn't get the time to remember it.

Oh, if you see tatsuki spelled satsuki anywhere, don't blame me. Blame the guy who wrote Ichigo 100 .

Now, for the polls, you can vote on whichever polls you care for on any thing you care for, as long as it's written down as a possibility.

Poll nr 1: What European country is the OC from. It might seem irrelevant, but I'm gonna' do something with this later in the story.

1. The Netherlands (If you choose this one, I might be able to give more indepth info seeing as this is kinda' where I live)

2. England

3. France

4. Germany

5. Scandinavia

6. Estonia

7. Italia

8. Greece

Poll nr 2: What should I call what the OC is turning into, it's gonna' be a combination between Arrancar and Vizard. Also, what special attributes. Not really a poll actually. Just asking for ideas.

Poll nr 3: Pairing OCx??

1. Tatsuki

2. Isane

3. Kiyone

4. Rukia

5. One of the minor female arrancar (Like Menoly for example, I don't really know which one is called what, so if you choose this one, please add a description so I'll know what you're talking about)

6. Another OC

7. Multiple from the above (aka harem)

Poll nr 4: Pairing Ichigox?? (Don't ask me why, but somehow I can only picture Ichigo with older woman??)

1. Unohana

2. Yoruichi

3. Soi Fon

4. Matsumoto

Poll nr 5: Will the OC end up being good, evil, or a cross in between. The way I see it, this is the most important poll.

1. Good

2. Evil

3. Cross in between

Well, this is it I guess. If you have any questions or if you feel I forgot something, just contact me in whatever way necessary. Just please don't stalk me... prettyplease?