ALL RIGHT! Time to actually use this account! Here it is, the prologue to my first Bleach Fan Fiction which is going to be called Anima! If you know you're vocabulary you'll probably realise why I named it this right away. But...there is actually another reason for the name besides the most obvious one...Stick around and you just might find out what it is. Wait. What am I saying? OF COURSE YOU'LL FIND OUT WHAT IT MEANS! It's the whole point of the story! Ah...forget it and just read! Also, I'd just like to mention that if this seems kind of...amateurish in writing style that's probably because it is. I wrote this almost exactly one year ago and never changed it. Expect the newer chapters to be much better.

Bleach, original story, characters, and ideas © Tite Kubo

Tsubahane Kemurininaru, story © Me (Solvash)

Shurai Isamu, story © A friend of mine who wishes to remain unamed.

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In a street, in a small town in Japan, a group of 16 year-old punks were being kicked around, and getting kicked hard.

"Hey! You guys come up to us and kick Haru in da' gut? Wha's wrong with you! We did'n do nothin'!" An overly pierced punk was screaming to the one who had kicked his friend. He was pointing across the street towards two kids his age. One still had his leg in the air from kicking Haru and had a wicked grin on his face. The other just had his face held in his hands, shaking it in disappointment at his friend's lack of control.

"Hey, ya' jerks!" The kicker yelled across the street. "I got a question for ya'! What is that!?" He pointed to a small, broken, vase lying on its side. "You! Ugly!" Now he was pointing to another one of the punks. "Tell me what that was!"

"Uh…An offering to some dead guy?" As soon as he finished the sentence he was knocked flat by a punch from the mysterious kicker.

"Check out the brains on ugly! Number two! Why is it broken!?"

Again, another of the small gang answered. "We knocked it over when we were messing around?"As fast as lighting the violent kicker took another victim.

"Right, again! So tell me…Why shouldn't I beat you guys to a pulp?" He said with a smug look on his face.

"Oh shit! This guy is crazy! He's going…to…" The overly pierced "leader" of the group's eyes narrowed as he realized something. He pointed to each of his friends and lifted a finger for each one. As each finger went up the kicker's face got more and more nervous. "Wait a second! There are nine of us and only two of them! Get 'em!"

"Oh…crap." The kicker whispered out as he ran down the street away from the gang chasing him. "Hey! Tsune! You take care of them!" He then ran down as fast he could down the street and disappeared around the corner.

Tsune was obviously irked. He turned around and yelled, "You jerk! Fine, I'll do it!" He turned back towards the rampaging storm cloud of teenagers and began to murmur a short chant. "So, you guys want to know why we care so much about that vase? It's because we talk for the spirits that you disturb. And I think you need to apologize. O gods of death give body to the intangible and allow them to be heard again! Soul Embodiment!" He thrust out both of his hands in front of him, palms forward.

The gang of punks suddenly stopped in their tracks as if they had suddenly hit a brick wall. In front of the kid called Tsune was a small boy. He had not been there earlier and it was if he had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Now, normally this wouldn't be enough to stop them, but this kid was different. For one, he was floating and his legs were replaced by a fluffy cloud-like tail. Two, he was a bloody mess as if he had been run over by a truck. The group just stood there shocked at the sudden appearance of such a ghastly figure. One of the brighter guys in the group had a revelation.

"It's…it's…a ghost! AHHH!" He turned tail and began to run away like a scared five-year old. At this, the others had come to the same conclusion and began to panic as well. Each were screaming their heads off and climbing over each other while trying to get away.

"Bwahahaha!" Tsune laughed confidently. "You jerks! Knocking over this kid's memorial!" After the last punk had turned the corner Tsune glared at street corner behind him. "Oi, Shurai! I got rid of them! You can come out now!"

Shurai, the guy who started the fight, glanced around the street corner. "You did? Great! I was getting bored with them anyways." He said as he walked out his hiding spot, picking his nose nonchalantly. He walked over to the ghost that was still hovering innocently in the street and righted the memorial vase next to him. "Alright, kid. We helped ya'. Now it's time for us to go. Let us know if you're having more trouble." Shurai then turned briskly on his heels and walked away.

Tsune just rolled his eyes at his friend and turned back to the ghost. "Sorry for using you for that, Shurai could have taken care of them by himself."

"Oh, it's no problem. I just needed to get rid of them. I couldn't take it anymore." The kid answered, smiling at his rescuer.

"Well, alright." Tsune patted the kid on the head and gave him his best smile. "Just hurry up and pass on, ok? I'm sure you'll be much happier in heaven." He also turned around to the direction Shurai had gone and began running down the street. "Hey! Hey, Shurai! Wait up!"

As Tsune ran down the street waving his arms, the ghost he saved watched him chase his friend. "What funny guys. I hope they visit again…"His voice faded as he body became transparent and slowly disappeared.