Good Intention

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I don't own Bleach or khr.

Ironically Yourichi died by electricity.

A rouge attack filled with 150,000,000 watts of electric power ringing through it, and through her body when it hit her. She doesn't even know who made the attack in that battlefield.

But when she woke she was small a baby and she ached.

She had been reborn. She knew this, it's what she had half expected, but she hated that her life had ended so abruptly.

She did die by electricity but she was born with the crack of a gunshot ringing in her ears. Her mother had been killed right after she was born, and she was thrown into a garbage bin.

She blamed her luck on something she must have done in her previous life. She didn't know what though.

It took her awhile to get her bearings and figure out just what, where, and who she was.

She discovered she was in another world entirely separated from the soul society, world of the living, and Huecho Mundo. She knew because she couldn't feel them anymore. Since she was spiritually aware still she tried to locate any shinigami, heck she'd even take to locating a hollow, but there never was one. She had seen a little boy get hit by a car and die instantly, she had only hung around in the ally facing the accident because the events following the accident is what she needed to see.

The little boys ghost had appeared and looked sadly at his body and crying mother before he faded into mist which then rushed into the sky at an amazing speed.

No shinigami, no hell butterfly, just mist.

Who she was, she was a BOY. And didn't that throw her/him for a loop, -she/he had briefly thought that she/he was going to be extremely confused about her/his sexuality when she/he was older because she/he had been straight before so would that make her/him gay here?- but she/he had slowly accepted it as time went on.

His name was now Renato Sinclair- a beautiful name he thought- and he was an orphan. At 5 years old he shed the thought of connecting with any of the other street kids and decided to survive on his own without letting himself lean on others. Besides no one else even wanted him around them wether it be because of his sarcastic/teasing/slightly sadistic attitude or his rough dirty appearance.

He slowly got sucked into the underworld as he avoided and slipped past any adults that would shove him into some house that would pretend to play as family until he was old enough to get away from them and never look back. He had had a family; a mother, a father, and a brother that he had no desire to replace.

He became the best pickpocket and did whatever he had to, to survive. His former training and skills in the 2nd squad greatly helped. He had the knowledge of the skill set but he had to retrain his body to fit it and he was getting good at surviving too.

That was until his new sensei had found him.

His sensei was kinda old, but was in no way frail. This had been where Renato had slipped up.

The man's face had a considerable amount of wrinkles so he had thought he would be an easy target. Thing was when the younger had got his hand into the man's pocket and the tip of his finger touched the wallet, a larger hand that felt leathery had circled around his wrist.

He had practically panicked and his fight or flight instinct killed into high gear while leaning more towards the option of fleeing.

So he ran.

And promptly tripped over his own feet when the man still gripped his wrist tightly, falling face first.

He heard the man chuckle and he felt the want to curse him out for it before he relentlessly pushed it down. There was something about this man that made him not want to piss him off.

And he was proven right when the man knelt down in front of him and smiled while still having ahold of his wrist.

Renato kept his eyes on the older man firmly.

"Well your a little spitfire aren't you." It was a statement not a question. Renato hadn't even realized he was glaring but the comment just made his glare up the ante.

"What's it to you." Renato bit out shortly.

"Hm. It might be." Renato's eyebrow rose at that while the glare didn't falter.

Unknown to Renato the man was gauging more than just his appearance or theft abilities. The man stared into the glaring eyes as he watched them glow a bright golden when he knows the boy's eyes had previously been a deep onyx. Where he held the boy's wrist he could feel the boy's blood heat up under the skin. Could feel the blooms of sparks crackling and dancing in the boy's core.

His own flames sprung to life instinctively and surged to rest just under the skin where his hand was still holding onto the boy. The boy's eyes went wide and snapped down to where their skin was touching before trying to pull his hand back as he redirected a fierce glare back up at the old man.

He smirked at the boy. "That heat you feel, you have it too. More than that. You have enormous potential. If you are trained properly."

He paused to think absentmindedly taking in the stunned expression that had taken over the boy's face and how the boy had frozen in place. He was getting old. If he wanted someone to learn his tricks and talents, he had better start looking now. Besides he wanted at to leave at least one thing behind that would be something good, not like all the broken grief filled hearts he had created during his job.

He smirked. "My name is Ruijiro Rebonatho. What do you think about coming with me? To be trained. To get out of these streets?"

Renato looked up at the man and his mental training from before kicked in. His instincts of when and when not to trust a person woke up again and flipped into overdrive. He looked into Ruijiro's eyes and knew the right answer he needed to make. The right answer for his life. There was no way he would be able to have a normal life. Nor a peaceful one. There was just no possibility. After everything he went through before he would never be able to have something like that.

He knew what he had to answer.

"Yes."