A/N: Yes, this is my first Bleach fanfic. I know it's gonna suck, but please be gentle, okay?

Hichigo: Maybe if you didn't suck so bad, you wouldn't have to ask for the readers to be nice.

That hurts, Hichigo!

Hichigo: You'll get over it.

Disclaimer…

Hichigo: The authoress owns nothing in this fanfic except for her OC and the plot. Any other OCs that come in probably belong to Demonyokokuramafan. This fic is rated T for mild coarse language and teen situations.

Now, it begins!

Masochistic- Chapter 1: Kuchiki Ame

Ame Kuchiki's POV

I sat in Kurosaki Isshin's living room in a gigai, waiting for Otoosama to finish talking to the Kurosaki family. I don't know why, but Otoosama was trying to find somewhere besides the Soul Society for me to live. Maybe he didn't want me anymore… I do look scarily like Okaasama, so it might hurt him to look at me… And when I'm in the Soul Society, I mess everything up, and I seem like such a burden. I always get in Lieutenant Abarai's way, and Otoosama always seems so disappointed in me…I don't even know how I became a third seat, much less a Shinigami…

"Alright then. I'm trusting your family with her, Kurosaki." I heard Otoosama say before he walked out of the room he and Kurosaki Isshin were in and towards me. "Ame."

I straightened my posture and looked straight at him, making eye contact. "Yes, Otoosama?" I asked in the most polite voice I could muster.

"I'm trusting the Kurosaki family with you, alright? I've noticed that in the Soul Society, you sit near your window in your room when we're at home, and you look miserable. Like when Hisana…" He looked away from me. My eye color was the same as Okaasama's, so my eyes remind him of her. "Right then…I just want you to be happy. Your mother would want that."

I nodded. "I understand, sir."

"I'll send Renji to check on you every so often." With that, he left, and one of Kurosaki's daughters- the blonde one- ran in and approached me.

"Hello! I'm Yuzu! You're going to be staying with us, right? What's your name?" She asked me. She was so cheerful and free. I wish I could be more like her.

"I'm Kuchiki Ame. It's nice to meet you, Kurosaki Yuzu." I said, smiling and ruffling the hair on the top of her head. I'd never done much of anything in my life. I was raised as a noble and treated like one. I barely had any freedom at all, so it was nice to be able to touch people without getting weird looks for it.

"You don't have to be so formal here, it's okay to loosen up a bit." I was surprised. Everyone I knew usually told me I had to be formal. I was loving it here already. "Oh, and you're staying in Ichigo's closet. We don't have anywhere else for you, sorry."

"It's alright. Can someone show me where Ichigo's closet is?"

Yuzu smiled and grabbed my hand, forcing me to stand. "Come on, Ame!" She then took me upstairs and into one of the rooms. The room was fairly small in comparison to mine in the Soul Society. "There it is." She pointed to another door in the room, and I slid open the door. It was even smaller in here. I really like this place.

"Dad, Karin, Yuzu, I'm home!" I heard a voice call from downstairs.

"Oh, Ichigo's home! I need to go start dinner! Just stay here and wait for Ichigo, alright?"

I nodded. "Alright." I replied. I sat in the substitute Shinigami's closet, waiting for him to come up. I had forgotten what he looked like, only that he had an absurdly bright color for his hair…

Then, as if on cue, he came into the room, and flopped onto his bed. "Ugh, I'm exhausted…"

"Kurosaki Ichigo?"

He immediately sat up and looked at me, alarmed. "Rukia? What are you doing back in my closet?" then he realized that my was hair longer and in a white-cloth-wrapped ponytail. I also had that large bang that Aunt Rukia did. "Oh. You're not Rukia. Who the hell are you, and why are you in my house?"

I bowed my head. "Kuchiki Ame, heir to the Kuchiki clan and Third Seat of the 6th Division of the 13 Court Guard Squads of the Soul Society. Otoosama realized that I was miserable in the Soul Society and entrusted your family with me. Your father agreed to it."

He looked at me before sighing and scratching the back of his head. "Well, I guess that means you're coming to school with me now… Just be careful of Kon. He can be a real pervert." 'Kon'? Kurosaki Ichigo has a brother? And judging by the name, shouldn't he be a good person?

"HEY, ICHIGO! LET ME OUTTA THIS BAG, WILLYA?" I heard someone yell. I looked curiously at Ichigo's schoolbag and tilted my head. Why was his bag talking?

"Alright, calm down, Kon!" Kurosaki opened his schoolbag and pulled out a stuffed toy lion.

"Geez, Ichigo, I almost died of heatstroke in there!"

"Um…" I interrupted. "It's winter, Kurosaki Kon." Then I realized what I was talking to, and covered my mouth with both of my hands to keep from bursting into laughter. I'd almost forgotten how to laugh back home in the Soul Society.

"I'm not a Kurosaki! I'm not related to this carrot-top! I am the mighty Kon!"

I giggled. He thought so highly of himself, and he wasn't much scarier than a doll of Yuki The Duck! "You're rather adorable for someone who thinks as great as Head Captain!" I picked him up and looked at him. He certainly was an interesting little plush doll. "How do you talk like us?"

"He's a mod soul." Ichigo answered.

This struck something in my mind. "A mod soul? I was unaware they still made those."

"They don't. Kon's one of the few that survived."

I gasped. "Oh, I see… So, Aunt Rukia goes to your school, too, right?"

"Yeah, she should be home soon. She got an order for one of those small fry hollows, so it shouldn't take her long."

I looked him in the eyes. "You shouldn't underestimate any hollow. Some look weaker than they are." I was honestly talking about an arrancar instead of a hollow, but he really didn't look like much at first.

"Boy, have I learned that lesson…"

"Gomen…I have that drilled into my head now… Otoosama always tells me not to underestimate my enemies."

"Good teacher."

"So, you brought another woman in the house, Ichigo?" Kon asked before jumping onto my chest. "I'm so grateful!"

"KON! Stop that! If Byakuya sees you doing that, you'll be killed. Not that I care. You've been awfully annoying all day…"

The stuffed toy soul jumped off of me and onto Ichigo's head. "I'm sure this fine lady would be against killing me, right?" He then looked at me hopefully.

"Well…" I began. "I'm not really one for unnecessary violence…"

"See, Ichigo? She knows how to be nice!"

"Ichigo! Ame! Dinner's ready!" I heard Yuzu call. And right now, food sounded nice to me. I was really getting tired of Kurosaki and Kon bickering…

"Alright, coming!" Ichigo yelled back. "Come on, Ame." He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the room and down the stairs. "After dinner, you're probably gonna wanna go to bed. We gotta get up early for school in the morning."

I was already liking it here. I know it sounds cliché, but it was nice to not be spoiled for once in my life. Another plus, the elders wouldn't be able to try and get me to marry some other moron of nobility. I wonder…isn't this the town that that one boy lives in? The one I saw when I was little?

A/N: Ooh! I wonder who the boy she's talking about is?

Hichigo: I know, it's-

(Covers Hichigo's mouth) They'll find out in the next chapter, you moron!

Hichigo: (muffled) Fine…

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