I do not own bleach only my character Nezumi Sumoi

So nyeh.

"Oooooo, don't worry Ichigo I'll get the ball," the voice of a little called out as she looked up at the roof.

"Don't Nezumi you could get in trouble or hurt," called the young orange haired boy.

"No, I won't Ichigo I swear," Nezumi smiled.

She walked over to the side of her home and glanced up her smile never leaving her face. That's when she got an idea on how to get their lost ball.

"Hey Ichi kun come and hold the ladder for me,"

"Okay Nezumi," the 7 year old ichigo ran over.

"Don't let go okay," Nezumi smiled at her best friend.

She easily pulled herself up onto the roof her shoulder length dark purple hair blowing slightly in the cool breeze. As she was walking back to the ladder with the ball she tossed it down and began climbing back down to the ground. That's when disaster struck her foot slipped and she began to fall backwards.

"AAAAHHH! ICHIGO HELP!"

*bang!*

"Gyah!"

"Hey, Nezumi its time to go home… I swear you have got to stop sleeping in class,"

"Heh eh sorry Ichi I got bored… again," Nezumi rubbed the back of her neck nervously.

She slowly stood up stretching in the process her medium length dark purple hair swishing as she turned her head and smiled at her best friend Ichigo. He always seemed to be there for her and even shared the same ability to see spirits she even showed him her cat like abilities when they were 9 and not once did he judge her or stop being her friend not like the other kids who saw her and would walk away whispering mean things about her. Ichigo didn't even seem to mind much about how morbid she was at times not that she was Goth but she just seemed to never be fazed by death it seemed to some what fascinate her how the body and spirit can just leave each other and not even really know. Ichigo Kurosaki her childhood friend who has and always will be there for her

"Hey, Nezu did you hear me?" Ichigo nudged her shoulder snapping her out of her daze.

"No I'm sorry Ichi," she smiled her usual smile. "Hey, Ichigo remember when I fell off that ladder when we were kids?" she began.

"Yeah, you promised me you would be alright," Ichigo put his hands on the back of his head.

"Thanks… for um catching me," she smiled.

Just as he was about to reply a loud and annoying voice yelled out making Nezumi flinch as it neared them.

"ICHIGO!" It yelled jumping on the poor orange haired boy making Nezumi laugh.

"Well I guess I'm off. Enjoy your time with Asano Ichigo," Nezumi began giggling.

That's when Ichigo realized what she meant by that and he almost immediately dropped Asano to the ground and walked off a clear look of annoyance and anger on his face.

"Hey, Ichigo where is Nezumi she is usually with you,"

"She took off once Asano came into view… why Rukia did you need her or something? Or just me? Is there a hollow?" Ichigo questioned.

"Just her actually Urahara wanted me to get her for him. He said he needs to talk to her," Rukia replied.

"Then I am definitely going. No way in hell am I going to let hat and clogs talk to her alone,"

"Calm down Ichigo if anything she would pull out her kitty cat claws and attack like she normally would," Rukia reassured him.

They both walked off towards the door clearly not seeing the scowl or glare of a glasses wearing figure pushing up his glasses watching them intently before walking off. Meanwhile Nezumi sat on a swing in the park with her head down and her bangs covering her reddish colored eyes as she thought about her past.

"ICHIGO HELP!" Nezumi cried as she grabbed onto one of the window ceils of her two story house.

"NEZUMI!" Ichigo ran over.

Her feet dangled as she held on. Her knuckles began to turn white as she gripped tighter not wanting to let go of the window ceil trying her best not to fall and look down.

"ICHIGO HURRY! I'M SLIPPING!" she cried out.

Ichigo looked up at her face burning red in embarrassment as he realized she was wearing a dress.

"Let go Nezumi I'll catch you I swear but you gots to trust me," ichigo screamed up at her.

"I'm too scared," she cried.

"Trust me Nezumi I won't let you get hurt,"

"I- I- I trust you,"

She slowly but surely lifted her head when she heard a voice snap her out of her daze.

"I said are you alright?"

Nezumi looked up and side glanced at the raven haired boy wearing glasses a blush creeping to her cheeks.

"Y-yeah I was just thinking… how long have you been standing there exactly?" she asked.

"Not to long. I just saw you sitting here on my way home and just came to make sure you were fine you had your head down so I wasn't sure if you were crying,"

"Well I wasn't and thank you for being concerned now good day," with that she walked off leaving the boy behind.

He stood up straight and pushed up his glasses ever so slightly staring at the young girl.

"Nezumi Sumoi hmph not bad her spiritual pressure isn't to far from Ichigo's we'll see who is the strongest," the boy with glasses began walking home once again.

"That boy goes to our school I've felt him staring too many times it's creepy almost. Who the hell is he?" Nezumi asked her self as she walked home pondering about whom the hell that guy was.