My first Bleach Story! I'm so excited!

Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Just the OC's

Ichigo POV

Name: Kurosaki, Ichigo
Age: 20 years old.
Current Occupation: College student at Karakura Academy University.
Former Occupation: Substitute Shinigami.

Family:
Kurosaki, Karin. Younger sister
Kurosaki, Yuzu. Younger sister
Kurosaki, Isshin. Father.
Kurosaki, Masaki. Mother (deceased)

It's been a few years since the last time I went to the Soul Society, I barely make any contact with any of the Shinigamis anymore. I'm a college student now, at Karakura Academy studying Psychology and Anatomy, and this was my choice. They offered me a Captain position but I turned it down, I wanted a normal life. Besides, ever since my fight with Aizen, there's nothing left for me to do but fight the hollows that came around. And even that number began to decrease.

Still. There was something inside me that missed the rush. The feel of fighting something and winning.

Kurohime POV

Name: Takana, Kurohime
Age: 20 Years old
Current occupation: College Student at Karakura Academy University.

Family:
Takana, Nao. Brother
Takana, Takeshi. Eldest Brother
Takana - Higiashi, Kaede. Mother
Takana, Hiro. Father (deceased)

I lived here once; in Karakura. As a child it was brief, I took a sudden leave with my mother and my brothers, but in the semester break of my Freshman year in college came around, we moved back for reasons I didn't bother asking, I was just glad to go back. I remember a few things from my childhood here in Karakura, friends I made, places I went to. Most likely all of them changed. I did when I left, all accept for one thing. Outside I guess I seem normal, but through my eyes...I see the dead.

We all do, my brothers and myself. Even my mother. Of course it freaked us out at first, but as we grew, we accepted them like they were normal people. Prior to seeing the dead, there were these people we saw, people who were the "protectors" of the lost souls called "Shinigami." We were told us of such people, or ghosts, whatever they were. And we were told us about their enemies, Hollows. We've seen them too, the deformed creatures haunting the souls and the Shinigamis that destroyed them.

That hasn't changed, even when we moved back to Karakura they still talk to us.

But there is another secret, another power that we possess.

3RD Person POV

Kurohime stirred in her bed as a sudden knock on her apartment door interrupted her sleep. As she opened her eyes, she winced as a ray of sun hit her face. She looked up at the alarm clock placed on her night stand, and she groaned at the time.

"Oi," She heard someone shout. She looked towards her bedroom door, she forgot to close it. "We're gonna be late!"

She pulled herself up from the bed and walked through her bedroom, when she passed by the open bathroom in her bedroom, the light suddenly flickered on and the shower started to run, already at the hot temperature. When she stood in the doorframe of her bedroom, the knocking continuing on the front door. She focused her energy on the doorknob and the locks and as she pictured it in her mind he door unlocked and the doorknob turned.

"*Ohayou," The man said as the door opened and he walked in.
"Ohayou," Kurohime said, greeting her older brother, as she scratched her stomach from under her night shirt.

As Nao walked into the kitchen of his sister's apartment, she walked back into her room. As he looked in the fridge, he heard the shuffling of her drawers, two separate ones at the same time.

"Aren't you getting a bit lazy with your *Psychokinesis?" Nao asked as he took out the gallon of milk.
"Bite me!" Kurohime exclaimed, and with her mind he tossed a roll of bread from inside the kitchen and threw it at his head, though he caught it in the air with his hand.

As Nao ate, Kurohime showered and got ready for school. Her psychokinesis was one of the powers she possessed that her and her family had grew accustomed to. Nao had powers of his own too; he controlled the savagery of fire. A pyromaniac.

Kurohime decided to dress quite lazily for school, she walked out in a real crewneck, jeans and sneakers and pulled her long purple hair back into a ponytail and put a hair band over the top of her hand to take the bangs out of her face.

"What about him?" Nao asked, referring to her roommate.
"He doesn't have class today," She said, shrugging her shoulders. "Lucky. Let's go?"

And with that, the both of them left.

"I wonder where Takana-Chan is," Orihime said, worry in her voice as she stood with the usual group. Funny, even in college they still had the same classes and friends.
"You always worry Inoue," Uryu said, fixing his glasses. "I'm sure she's fine."
"I can't wait till after class, I've got a special recipe for her to try!"
"You sure Takana-Chan will eat that stuff?" Tatsuki asked.
"Why not! It's edible and fun! Ne Ichigo, do you think Takana-Chan likes my cooking?"
"Uh..." Ichigo blinked as his mind drew a blank. "Who?"
"EH?" Everyone exclaimed.
"You're joking," Keigo remarked. "How could you not know the lovely Takana-Chan?"
"Honestly Kurosaki," Uryu sighed, fixing his glasses again. "Are you that oblivious to your surroundings?"
"What does that mean?" Ichigo asked. "Is she in this class?"
"In this class!" Tatsuki exclaimed, a chortle coming from her throat. "She usually sits right in front of you!"

Ichigo's went wide eye, and blushed when everyone laughed. All except Uryu, he shook his head at Ichigo.

"Takana-Chan!" Keigo exclaimed. Everyone turned to the door and saw the tanned, purple headed one walking towards them.
"Ohayou," Kurohime said before everyone greeted her.

The first thing Ichigo noticed was her hair, how he could miss that was even beyond him.

"Oh Takana-Chan," Keigo said, overly dramatic tears streaming down his face. "It's awful, horrible, and unholy!"
"What's wrong Asano-Kun?" Kurohime asked. "Loose your homework again?"
"Worse! Kurosaki-Kun doesn't have the least memory of you. It's sinful, I know!"
"You didn't have to tell her!" Ichigo growled. Keigo jumped and quickly hid behind Sado, fear Ichigo may physically abuse him again.
"Seriously Kurosaki-Kun," Chizuru said, wrapping her arms around Kurohime's neck and rubbing her cheek against hers. "How can you forget this face?"

In a swift movement, Tatsuki knocked the perverted lesbian to the ground.

"Uh," Ichigo said, rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry Takana."
"It's alright Kurosaki," Kurohime said, shrugging it off. "It happens."
"Not when the person sits directly in front of you," Uryu said quickly.
"Shut up!" Ichigo yelled.
"But..." Kurohime said, getting everyone's attention. "To be honest, I didn't even know you until today."
"EH?" Everyone exclaimed yet again. This time Uryu joined too, and a silent look of shock across Sado's face.

Kurohime was about to apologize, until the teacher exclaimed for everyone to take their seats so class could start. As usual, Kurohime sat in front of Ichigo. Ichigo almost forgot about that fact until his eyes drifted from the teacher to a bit below him. The rows of seats were arranged like bleachers, each row behind one another higher than the next. He couldn't stop staring at her hair, sure it wasn't a neon purple color but he's never seen one like this.

"Kurosaki!" Ichigo jumped, not realizing that the majority of the class was staring at him while he continued to ignore the teacher. "Instead of staring at the back of Miss Takana's head, would you mind paying attention?"
"Yes *Sensei," Ichigo said, bowing his head. "*Gomen."

When the teacher went back to the lecture, Ichigo raised his head to pay attention, only to have his eyes fall on Kurohime again. She hadn't turned around to look at him like everyone else, nor even make a single move. From a few rows back, Chizuru and Keigo noticed this and they looked at each other.

"Oh~ho," They remarked, smirking.

"I have your exams from last week," Sensei announced, a sweat drop forming as the students tensed and shook with fear. "Anyways, as usual I'll announce who got the highest score and who got the lowest. Let's see...Takana."

Everyone watched as Kurohime walked over to the front of the room. Ichigo paid close attention, wondering of she got a low grade or a high one.

"Congratulations Miss Takana, you got the highest grade. %100!"

Everyone fell in shock as Kurohime bowed to her Sensei, thanking him, and she walked back to her seat.

'So she's a bookworm,' Ichigo thought to himself. 'Hm. Usually Ishida gets the highest grade.'

He looked to where Uryu was sitting and saw his head down on the desk, a black and blue aura surrounding him.

'He's heart broken!'

Teacher then called out Ichigo's name. He wasn't really shocked that his name was called; lately he hasn't been focusing in school.

"Now, not everyone got a good score. I've got to say at least %80 of you nearly failed. Now the next exams are a week from this Friday so I want everyone to study hard. Kurosaki! I want you to study with Takana over the weekend. I want the lowest grade to study with the highest grade, so the lower grade can be for influenced in his work."

A throbbing vein ached Ichigo's head as Teachers words angered him. He usually worked at the Kurosaki clinic on the weekends as fault for why he was failing some classes. His dad was a real slave driver.

Still, Kurohime continued her position, resting her chin in her palm.

"Here Takana-Chan." Kurohime looked up to see Orihime holding a bento box in front of Kurohime's face.
"*Nani, Inoue-Chan?" Kurohime asked as Orihime handed her the lunch box.
"I want you to try it, I made it myself! Its raw calamari with oyster and peanut butter sauce, sliced onions, and radishes."

The people around them who heard this recipe help their stomachs and looked like they were sick. Orihime's cooking did seem a bit strange after all.

"*Arigatou Inoue-Chan. But I still have the last bento box you gave me yesterday."
"No problem! I have all this food in my dorm and you seem to be the only other person to like them."
"Thanks again Inoue-Chan, I'm can't wait to try it."

Orihime said goodbye to Orihime and would see her in her last class, and walked away with Tatsuki. Before Kurohime got up from her seat, Ichigo appeared in front of her.

"What's up Kurosaki?" Kurohime asked.
"Ichigo," Ichigo said.
"Eh?"
"That's my name. Well...my first name. It's Ichigo."
"Ichigo...nice name."

Kurohime began to stand up to properly introduce herself. Ichigo went wide eyes once she stood up straight, she was almost Ichigo's height, besides a few more inches. Ichigo looked down as she held her hand out in front of her.

"Kurohime,"

Ichigo tool her hand in hers, holding it lightly in his hand preparing himself to properly shake her hand. He figured besides a manly handshake he's eased up a bit a go lightly, but because of that Kurohime nearly crushed his hand into dust.

"Sorry," Kurohime apologized, laughing as Ichigo held his throbbing hand. "I guess I should have told you.
"Say Takana-San," Ichigo said, looking down at the bento box Orihime gave her. "Do you really like Inoue-San's cooking?"
"I know her cooking looks weird, but if you really taste it it's delicious!"
"Uh...no thanks. I'll pass."

When Ichigo plopped on his bed, immediately laying down on his back he sighed as the sun was setting. Why he decided to take a four hour class was beyond him. He brought the hand Kurohime shook and stared at it for a moment. He couldn't help but feel like somehow, he knew Kurohime from somewhere. Not just from class, but somewhere from the past.

He sighed, closing his eyes as he drifted off into sleep.

He opened his eyes, and found himself in downtown Karakura. He stood in the middle of the street, and he realized he was alone; the city strangely was dead quiet. He felt something wet drip down his hands, be looked down at them, holding his breathe as they were stained in blood.

"Kuro...saki..." Ichigo froze a small whimper of his name from behind him. He slowly turned around, and when he saw who was weakly speaking his name, his heart nearly stopped.

Kurohime laid there on her side in her own pool of blood, trembling, her purple eyes going dim but just laced with life as she stared at Ichigo. Her clothes were stained with dark red blood, tears running down her face.

"Wh...what..." Ichigo stuttered, shock clear in his voice. "What happened!"
"*Nande...? Kurohime whimpered. "...Ichi...go?"
"Kuro-"

Ichigo gasped as a man jumped in front of him. Ichigo's eyes went wide, he couldn't make out his face, and a white mask covered it. It almost looks like...a hollow mask? He opened his mouth to say something, but a sudden sharp pain through his abdomen silenced him. He shuddered and gulped as a pain pulsated through his him, the thick feeling of blood running down his legs.

He dropped down to his knees, his vision fading. And he fell on his side. He trembled as blood slipped from his wound. He looked up at his swordsman, and he looked down at Ichigo.

"I...I...-"

The swordsman stared at him, until he drifted away in the dark.

Ichigo shot up in his bed, sweat running down his back and neck. His heart was beating fast, it ached his chest.

"God..." Ichigo sighed, trying to slow down his breathing. He placed a hand on his abdomen, where the swordsman from his dream struck him. It just felt so real.

There may be some phrases and words you may not understand. Here's a little guide for you:

*-Chan, -Kun, -San = Japanese Honorifics

*Ohayou = Good Morning

*Psychokinesis (not really foreign word but I'm putting it here anyway) = Telekenetic powers. Ability to move things around with thought.

*Sensei = Teacher

*Gomen = Sorry

*Nani = What or What is it

*Arigatou = Thank you

*Nande = Why

That's all for now! Hope everyone enjoys, please review and let me know what you think!