"Are you ready, Toshiro," I yelled as if it was a battle cry. Lately, a bunch of arrancar have been showing up left and right and the magic user and a few taicho have been sent to the living world to for the purpose of killing the last of the arrancar. Unfortunately, every one of those shinigami and magic users, except for Toshiro, are dead... even my nii-san.

"Are you crazy you idiot! You have no power that can allow you to fight, just stay out of this!" Toshiro commanded as he stood on mid-air. I clenched the katana in my hand that I had no real experience with. I was pretty beat up, too. One of my ribs was cracked, my left shoulder was almost dislocated, and I was drenched in blood of my loved ones, comrades, and myself.

"Don't worry, Toshiro, I won't fail you this time. This is the last arrancar, so I can't die just yet. I know I will go to the soul society, even if I do, but I swear I won't die," I smiled at him with the realest, easiest-going smile I've ever made.

"Don't get too cocky you, bitch," the female arrancar smirked and chuckled. Almost subconsciously, her spiritual pressure began to rise. Rise so much to where it seemed as though there was dozen of millions of gallons of water was left on my shoulder. I yelled out in pain.

"Karin!" Toshiro yelled out to me as he reached his hand out, but soon regained the knowledge of an enemy is right in front of us. He grunted in frustration as he pulled out his zanpakuto with a fit of anger, "You bastard!" he shouted as he charged at the arrancar with absolute force.

"Oh, be quiet! The human isn't injured, yet," her eyes grew red like a demon and cracked her knuckles, "Shine. Hikarinokyojin," she mumbled to herself as she grippes her zanpakuto.

I noticed that Toshiro didn't realize she release her zanpakuto, "Be careful, Toshiro!" I called out to him before he made contact with the arrancar. She smirked with a chuckle and pointed the tip of the zanpakuto towards Toshiro stomach, "No! Toshiro!" I screamed with see Toshiro with a sword in his gut and his attack on slashing her shoulder.

"Sit u-upon the frozen Heavens... Hyorinmaru..." he managed to croak out with blood flowing out of his mouth. The zanpakuto in its released state froze the arrancar in her place as moonlight shone off of her frozen corpse.

The intense spiritual pressure stopped as soon as it did, I ran to Toshiro's aid, "Don't die, dammit! You can't die!" I yelled as I slowly slid Toshiro's small body off of the blade, trying not to hurt him the best I can, but a expression of unbearable pain was visual.

"D-don't worry about-," I stream of pain flowed through his body causing him to hiss in pain, while him grabbing my hand.

"Don't talk, it's going to be okay! Just stop talking," I cried out, continuously pulling Toshiro from the blade.

"Stop it, dumbass!" he scolded me, "It will take more than that to defeat her, she could break out of that at any second!" I pushed off my hand and I fell on the ground.

"More of a reason to get you out of there! If I don't, I know I'm not strong enough to defeat her! You're the only one-" I felt a horrible pain in chest. I coughed awfully and a liquid slid down my neck and chest. "T-Toshiro..." I whispered his name as loud as I could, but it was as loud as a whisper.

"Karin...," he quickly slid his own body off the blade, enduring the pain. He turn to face me with eyes of sadness. The life went out of his eyes as he placed his hands on the blood that was located at my collarbone. The zanpakuto was yanked out on my chest, which cause me even more pain. My body went limp and I fell on Toshiro's shoulder and next to cough more blood on Toshiro's flawless white cloak. "You swore you wouldn't die, right, so stay alive, okay?" his voice cracked while embracing me with a hug.

I weakly and slowly reached my hand to his head and slammed my hand upon his hair, probably staining it, but I doubt there was even pain, "Dumbass," I whispered to Toshiro as I struggled to sit up, "I will watch you defeat this witch then enter the soul society to see my nii-san, dad, and mom, but you only h-have one chance left," I coughed badly again, "I know I broke my promise, but prom-promise me that you will find me in the soul society, k?" I smiled to Toshiro before he embraced me again, "Happy Birthda..."

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" I yelled during class as my head wanders off to how I died. I pulled out most of my hair, not realizing that everyone's eyes are on me.

"Excuse me, Kurosaki, if you think this class is so stupid, you can stay for the afternoon at school training nonstop," threatened my sensei with a death glare.

"N-no sir," I stuttered quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear. Now everyone was laughing at me. My cheeks turned a light red from embarrassment. I haven't seen Toshiro in twenty years, it's not like I can blame him. After I couldn't pass on, he performed a konso upon me without a word. He looked so depressed and he was drenched in my blood. Even a proportion of his bleach white hair was dark red from me hitting him on the head. When I was about to say something to him, he unexpectedly nudged me in the head with the hilt of his zanpakuto.

The bell rung, signaling it was the end of class and the last class I will ever have. Tomorrow, I will be promoted to be the fukutaicho of squad eleven. When I met my nii-san here a few years ago, he was surprised to see me in the Soul Society, but after I explained everything to him, he hate Toshiro ever since that day.

"Remember class, meet with your taicho immediately after class. Squads one through seven is to report to the meeting hall and squads eight to thirteen is to meet in the combat classroom for upperclassmen," our sensei reminded us.

"Yes, sensei!" we all replied in unison as we gathered our zanpakutos and other necessaries needed for class. I walked through the halls filled with students, females wearing red and males wearing blue. I hurried to the combat room on the other side of the school.

I walked in the classroom, one of the biggest classrooms to be exact, and ran towards my red headed nii-san. Right next to him was squad ten with Hitsugaya Toshiro as their captain.

"Toshiro..." I paused in my traces to gave at Hitsugaya-Taicho. He has gotten a bit taller since the last time I saw him, something that stood out was the blood stain that lies in his pure white hair. I-is that my blood...? I asked myself as I stared at my hand, remembering how I touched Toshiro's hair.

"You kept your promise, huh?" I held my fist to my chest to show how touched I was to know he didn't die.

"Karin! Come over here," called out Ichigo, breaking my train of thoughts. I raced to Ichigo's side as his fukutaicho.

A man examined me as though I was the results of a test, "So this is the new fukutaicho? It looks like she got a thing for Hitsugaya-Taicho," the man smirked, "That's a forbidden relationship, ain't it Taicho?"

My face turned bright red at the mention of Toshiro, "I have no feelings for Toshiro, it's just..." I trailed off and set my sights for Toshiro.

"She got it bad, she's even calling the taicho by his first name," teased the man while the other members laughed. I rolled my eyes at the man's comment.

The blush on my cheeks darkened to a ruby red, "If you must know, Toshiro and I had a friendly partnership while I was alive. Also, I'm the one who caused his hair to turn red..." I mumbled absentmindedly.

"Dammit! I'm tired of hearing this crap!" yelled Ichigo, but just loud enough for our squad to hear.

"Sorry, nii-san," I crossed my arms with a little of an attitude. I stared at the floor to avoid eye contact with Ichigo.

"That's Kurosaki-Taicho, to you," glared Ichi-nii.

I rolled my eyes again, "Sorry, Kurosaki-Taicho."

After the meeting:

I ran towards Toshiro with a remorseful smile, "Tos-Hitsugaya-Taicho!" I called out to white haired man who looked to be about fifteen, but was nowhere near that age. The only thing that changed about me is my hair, it has grown a lot so I wear it like Rangiku-San.

Toshiro turned around to face me, "Oh, Karin," he greet casually. The way he looked at me, a look of hate, the same look he gave me all those years ago.

"Taicho, I-I need to ap-" I stuttered, but Toshiro started to walk away, "Hey, where are you going?!" I called out to his back. The cloak of his squad had blood stain throughout the sheer white threading. He stopped in his tracks, "Why do you continue to wear clothing that has painful memories etched into it?" I asked while scanning his hair and cloak.

"I've also had good memories within this cloak," he answered with a dull tone, like usual.

"I-I-" my smile grew as I continued to talk with Toshiro, him but Toshiro cut me off.

"I had those type of feelings for you, too, but that was a long time ago that I prefer to stay that way," Toshiro retorted with a bland and anger voice.

"You prefer it to stay that way, eh?" I mumbled before running off, almost in tears. Why do I love him, dammit! ncst94bwy7ant;8icvsucghw7n8-yaghpi4;ctha93[se