Authors note: Well, it's been many months since I last post and Bleach has ended TnT~ Sorry about that, all this time it's because of my work that's been stopping me for writing... Anyway, I got this new idea to start of my first chapter~ I hope it won't disappoint you guys! Please R&R and enjoy! I don't own BLEACH~

The silence broke out in a restricted area with a masked man facing a group of heavily arm guards. The masked man easily took down some of them as he brought out a sniper rifle and shot them one by one from higher ground. Then they became alert as they chased down the masked man when they caught sight of him. A group of bulky and scary looking men was circling around a masked man, pointing out their guns aiming at him as they boasted about the masked man had corner him into wall as they let out a small cocky laugh.

"Nowhere to run little kitty, you're dead meat!"

"You had a lot of guts fighting against ten of us! You're gonna be dead once we put a bullet to your petty little head!"

"Yeah! I love to see how you're going to live when we're already outnumbered you!"

Gunshots were heard in an empty warehouse near the port. Only a lone dark figure appeared into the night as he walked out of the warehouse, leaving dead bodies lying in pools of blood inside the building. His pistol put back to its holster inside his black coat, his knives neatly tucked up in his sleeves and a sniper rifle straps tightly at his back. He steps over the dead bodies as he made his way out of the building. His snowy white hair swayed by the wind, his white cat mask covers his face and his black gloves reach for his phone answering a call with a cold commanding voice,

"What is it?"

"Is it done? You got the codes from them?"

"Yeah... I got it..."

"Good, now let's meet up soon... I need it quickly..."

"Just name the place and I'll be there..."

"We'll meet up at the city inside Cafe Peach, that's two blocks down near a French restaurant... Be there at 2 tomorrow, I'll be wearing a brown trench coat..."

"Hn... Be sure to stay low... Don't get spotted by them... "

"I will and I won't..."

"Make sure you can... I'm not going to bail you out of it if you get caught... "

"I told you I won't!"

"I'm hanging up."

"Wh..." He hung up the phone and put it back into his pocket. He walked up to his motorcycle, started its engine and ride away from the building. He rode his motorcycle speeding up to its highest limit on the highway and into a residential area where his apartment building was located.

He parks his motorcycle inside the parking lot and make way inside the elevator to his apartment that was in the 10th floor. His hand pressing some codes on his phone inside his pocket using it to disrupt and shutdown the security cameras by hacking into the security mainframe computers. Easily concealed his figure whilst he went inside his apartment without suspicion about his disguise in the middle of the night.

He took off his mask and all of his weapons placing it on table. Then went in to his office and crossing a line on a paper using a red pen, indicating that he finished his job this week and finally got time to rest after a long month of tracking down people only to retrieve some codes.

Making a cup of hot milk in the kitchen and sat down on the couch resting. His left hand grabs his newspaper to read, he didn't have the time to read it this morning so might as well do it now. His turquoise eyes scan the paper uninterestedly with some boring headline and news until it stopped by a small article about a new Cafe that has been opened in the city. At first it was nothing but as he read the name of the Cafe, he realized that it was his client suggested rendezvous place. The Cafe has been opened up for three weeks and have a lot of great reviews about the food and service, guess his client had been there before. He folded up the newspaper and put it down on the coffee table. He took a shower afterward and get ready for bed.

But before going to bed, he took time cleaning his weapons and refill the ammunition for his gun. He cleans the knives spotless as it could reflect his own image on it. He stares at his own reflection on his army knife and started thinking about his empty life. Hitsugaya Toushiro, age 26, elite assassin, marksman and hitman, in the underworld known as White Fang or Hyourinmaru. Trained at 6 by his so called guardian, Aizen Sosuke who he killed when he was 16, the judge sentenced him as innocent. The guilty was charge on the two friends of Aizen as they never report about the constant abusing on Toushiro that Aizen inflicted. The judge felt sympathy for him as he was protecting himself from his guardian constant abusing that lead to the kind of case. And he was sent to a psychiatrist to mend his traumatic experience.

The day that he had to kill for the first time when he was 10 had him trauma for a while. But after he killed off Aizen he never felt so relieved. His days with Aizen had been hellish on him and he hate him, thinking ways to kill him when he let his guard down. And that fateful day happened in the basement, Aizen was training him for his next mission and to use him for his bidding. Aizen was using a long metal pole constantly hitting him attempt to make his dodging ability more flexible, thinking that Toushiro won't had the chance to get his guard down. Toushiro deliberately took a chance to grab the pole off his hands when he took some hits from him and knocked him off by using the metal pole as he grabbed the pocket knife hidden in his pocket to land a blow on his head killing him instantly. Then two of Aizen's friends was looking for him, but found out Aizen was lying in a pool of blood. With Toushiro bloodied hands gripping the pocket knife tightly and breathing heavily. Toushiro laughed hysterically that makes the two grown ups shiver in fear as he looked at them with his hollow eyes. They quickly called the police to arrest him and let the authorities making an investigation about the situation between him and Aizen. Eventually, they let him out and that's how he got a taste of his freedom for the first time.

He lay down on his king size bed after cleaning up his things, and close his eyes falling into deep slumber.

He saw it again. Blood. Red. Darkness. Black. He woke up in sweats the next morning, his haunting nightmare had been happening again throughout his miserable life and never had the chance to get rid of it. Toushiro sat up straight on his bed, covering his face with his hands and wiped off his sweat from his forehead. He looks at his digital clock, it shows 4:37a.m. far too early for him to wake up, the sun haven't got up yet and the sky was still dark. He laid back in bed, hoping that the nightmare won't bother him as he closed his tired eyes letting himself to a peaceful slumber hoping the nightmare won't happen again.

I know it's kinda short but don't you worry I'll improve it in the next chapter! I'll quickly update it for you guys if you want more! And please give me some opinions on how to improve it~ This first chapter focus on Toushiro but Momo will definitely appear!