Sasuke's Pov
Intro:
My name is Sasuke Kurosaki, and I am Ichigo's twin sister. Yes, my name is male, but my parents were expecting two boys and, well, the name was written before they both found out I was a girl. Then they just decided if I didn't like it, then I can change it. Other than my brother, I have two younger sisters named Karin and Yuzu. We live with our very eccentric father in a 3 room apartment above the Kurosaki clinic. That does mean that I share a room with my brother Ichigo, it doesn't bother us but it gets difficult considering we're two different genders. Our mother died while the three of us was walking home one day.
Present:
"I'm home!" I said into the seemingly empty house. Ichigo was not yet home because both of us could see ghosts so tonight was his turn on helping one make piece. I walked inside and heard my father running to kick me in the face. I ducked to avoid his kick and when he landed I grabbed his ankle and yanked him to the floor. From there I stepped on his face.
"What the hell dad?!" I said.
"I'm making sure my oldest daughter stays tough so she can defend herself if she needs to," he mumbled into my shoe.
"So not in the mood for this. I'll be in my room," I said and began to walk upstairs and was stopped on my way up by Yuzu.
"Sasuke, what do you want to for dinner?" She asked.
"I'll cook tonight, okay?" I replied as I rub her hair.
"Alright I'll just do the laundry for Karin and I."
I watch her go upstairs with pity. I really wish she would let herself be young rather than grow up so quickly. Ever since mom died she's been taking care of everything. I would've, but I had first hand experience on mom's death so I was a little shocked. Ichigo was the same way so we couldn't be the older siblings we were meant to be.
I go to my room and put my bag on the top bunk. With me being smaller than Ichigo he got the bottom. Of course I was bigger than the girls in my class and stronger. I climb up the ladder to get a start on my homework. It wouldn't take me too long, it was 5 when I started and 6:30 when I finished.
Ichigo still had not come home, but that didn't bother me just yet. I went downstairs and began dinner. When dinner was ready he still had not made it home so the four of us ate our dinner without him. When we finished I made sure that dinner for Ichigo was available for him and 10 minutes later he was home.
"Where have you been?" Our father asked as he tries to kick Ichigo.
"Seriously?! You greet your son this way?!" They continued this bickering and my headache began at a level 1. Then I became very angry because it shot up to level 20 with my irritability.
"JUST SHUT UP!" I shouted. "I am not in the mood for this." Everyone stops and stares at me, but I just storm upstairs to my room.
As soon as I get to my room I climb up to my bed and try to bury my face into my pillow. Unfortunately that didn't work too well because my bust was too large for my stomach to be on the bed. So I layed on my side towards the window. Some time later I fell asleep until Ichigo walked in and began banging his head into the bottom of my bunk. I leaned over the side to smack him on the head if I could reach him. Then I realized there was a black haired girl in the middle of our room.
"Excuse me, who are you?" I asked. The girl just ignored me, and my brother finally noticed her.
Before my brother could say anything I jumped off the bed and landed on her, pushing her to the floor, sitting on her back.
"Who the hell are you?!" I asked.
She stared up at me in bewilderment. "You can see me?!"
"Of course I can! I'm not blind!" I said. "Who are you?!"
"My name is Rukia Kuchiki, I'm here because there's a hollow nearby," she said flatly.
"What have you been smoking?" I asked after a moment of silence. She didn't get to answer before something crashed through our window downstairs.
To make this a long story short, our family got hurt, Rukia wasn't able to fight so she gave us a tiny bit of her soul reaper powers and we fought the hollow together and defeated it. The next morning she disappeared, but the swords we used didn't. Neither of us said word though because our family didn't remember it and all evidence of what happened was gone.