Hello, OC-fic fans. I hope you like OCs because I like writing OCs at the moment. This is a new challenge I'm going down, writing for a female OC (well since I'm a guy and all). Not only that but a female OC hollow rather than a Shinigami which I imagine is more of the trend. This is based on another Bleach OC fic with a similar name and concept. I hope this one will be better written and more successful than my earlier work. So please read on and review, whether you like it or not, I always love feedback and it helps me work out what I need to improve on. Okay enjoy the first chapter of Requiem of the Mourning Bird: Her Hollow Story...

Chapter 1: Falling Bird

My name is Yumeko Motori, 18 years old and dead...

But how can I be talking to you right now if I am dead you might ask? Well it all started one unfortunate night. A night which would end my life as I knew it and begin my new life – completely transforming my physical and emotional form.

It still pains me to recall that night which ended my life. I'm sure nobody would like to recall how they were killed – I would imagine that's why we like to assure ourselves in the real world that such a thing is not even possible to begin with; to recall your own death. I mean weren't we all taught in school that after we die we just burn to ashes and put in a box or get fed to the worms and microscopic carnivores of the earth?

Heaven and Hell and other such concepts were thrown out of our concept of life a long time ago. I mean no rational human would really believe in that fairy tale stuff right? At least that's what I thought until that night.

The night me and my twin sister were both murdered...

...

I was born to the Motori family. Our surname is rather odd when you look at the Kanji it uses: the one for 'mourning' and the one for 'bird'. Our family originated in Edo but were thrown out a long time ago as they were often associated with bad luck. And I can understand why nobody would want to live next door to the 'mourning bird'ses' anyway.

My twin sister's name is Negako. She came out of my mother first so that naturally made her my older sister and guardian. Of course that never meant that she had to be a helpful or caring guardian for that matter.

I would often wonder if our fates were delivered to us the moment we were given our names: my name means 'dream' and I've always had many ambitious yet impossible dreams throughout my short life. My sister's name meant 'hope' – hopes and dreams our parents must have thought when they were blessed with two daughters. More like greed and suffering if you ask me.

Negako was always striving for more attention and praise from our parents. And, compounded with our parents rather traditional view on family, the oldest of us would always be viewed with more favour and regard than her imouto, me...

Our grades in school were fairly equal all the way until middle school, yet my older sister would always be selected for both academic and athletic competitions. My elder sister would always get a pat on the head from otoo-san, our father, before me. My elder sister would always be the topic of morning gossip among our neighbours and relatives. "I heard the Motori's eldest daughter got another perfect score in her exams," the old ladies down the street would chat about. Even when they saw me walk past in their idle chatter, the way would always ask how Negako was doing -never how I was faring in school or life in general.

I soon began questioning why ane was always standing so high on the podium of success and I was just her cold shadow. Eventually I began to question myself, whether it was really the case that I just was not as good as ane, my elder sister...I mean we were quite different physically at this stage, puberty hit her like a jackpot so to speak, and her athletic and supreme figure were only topped by her large breasts. I was always going to be the little sister in both age and in the looks department.

Gradually my small circle of friends at school became smaller and smaller as my sister sucked them away like a nasty sponge. Eventually, put off by my own melancholy, the last of my so called friends abandoned me leaving me stranded at the back corner of the classroom, the tiny island of shattered dreams just off the coast to the big prosperous land.

My last year of high school and the all important selection exams were ahead. I felt that if things were going to stay like they had all these years before, then I would probably fail and Negako would pass through to Tokyo University with flying colours and a marching procession behind her. I hated the idea of losing to my sister one more time. So I secretly studied hard both at school and at home. My sister would sometimes check in on my room, suspicious of what I was up to. Gradually I felt a little better and I might even admit a little mischievous, knowing that I was making my proud sister anxious.

Our results came back. I had beaten my sister in every subject. The pressure from mum and dad for her to succeed as usual must have been to much for her and she blew out at the final stint. I had finally beaten my sister at something and I was quite proud of myself...When I read my number amongst the horde of others on the board that day, knowing that I was going to Tokyo University, I was on a high, knowing that I could soar above the shadow which had anchored my life up until now and break free, into the clouds and beyond for a clear future.

But life always has ways of shooting you down. And it wasn't even a few days later that my sister came into my room with a rather fake smile congratulating me for my success. 'I'm so proud of you Yume-chan!' she squeezed me tight, hugging me with both her hands and her enormous breasts. "I'm so sorry I was mean to you all those years," she said in such a squeaky uplifting tone, "I never knew you had it in you to pass the exam. Please let me treat you out to something nice."

If I hadn't already felt so good at this point, I would never have been so stupid as to fall into the vengeful spider's trap. She took me out that evening to a number of places around town. Cafes shopping malls and stalls, all the time she would have this big sunny smile pasted on her face. I would have laughed at her ridiculous mannerism if it wasn't so sad - but it really was getting to the point where I even began to feel sorry for her. Could she really be feeling so remorseful for all these years of treating me like crap? Could she genuinely be trying to make it up to me? Could she honestly be happy for me to have made it to the very University which she was striving for so badly yet failed to make the cut? Surely are all these feeling and words she is saying genuine?

No.

They were stained in black like the core of her wretched heart...

As the sun began setting over Kawasaki, our little outing had brought us to a lookout tower, offering spanning views of the entire shoebox complex that was our world. The view was quite beautiful though, with the golden rays lighting up the horizon like a half eaten pancake, I think I would have shed a tear or two at that moment until...

"So tell me how you did it sis," Negako suddenly said. "Tell me how you cheated the test and got through to Todai instead of me."

When I turned around I saw her face, the same putrid smile was there before but now I could really see the face hidden underneath it. She was truly methodical at that point, snakes should have been flowing out of her hair at that point. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said back to her defensively.

"Spare me the bullshit, how else could you go from high C's to full blown A pluses in less than a year? You damn well cheated and got away with it you little bitch." When she brought out her hand and swiped it across my cheek, the hot pain confirmed to me that my sister's greed would never die at any point in her sad life.

We were up so high – it had to be at least twenty or thirty metres. The railing was so inviting behind my back. I could really do it, I could put her out of her stupid envious misery and live my life freely like those birds in the sky. I should do it...

...I will do it!

And she was even wearing stilettos the poor girl. She was just asking for me to throw her off this damn tower. But I had to get her just a little closer to the edge.

"You were always jealous about how smarter and more athletic I was than you," she continued her sorrowful rant as I plotted how the events would play out in my mind. "But I can't believe you would stoop so low as to cheat your way through that exam. When I tell mum and dad, you're going to be in deep shit for this. I swear I will freaking burn you for what you have done to me!"

Haha, well in just a moment I'm going to kill you. My mind was racing a thousand miles an hour at this point. Blood rushing to my brains and pumping my heart so hard it just wanted to explode. I knew what I was about to do was absolutely wrong, but the adrenaline was already commanding my muscles to move in the performance of this tragedy.

"You horrible cow. You little slut, nobody, flat-chested drawer." Her hands were flailing about like one of those inflatable stick men you see at the car yards. Like a swaying tree in a Winter's breeze, I grabbed one of the flailing branches and yanked her towards me. "Hey what are you?-"

And like an evening waltz, I swayed my body forward as I pulled her back, bring her her rather clumsy figure closer to that tiny railing. I caught her shocked eyes at that moment, her jaw gaping in utter disbelief at what her imouto was about to do.

But there was something I had not calculated in this ploy. She wasn't going to fall off that easily afterall. Just as her body flung over the rails she managed to grab a hold of my wrist, pulling me to the edge of the railing as her entire body dangled over the edge.

"Are you out of your freaking mind!?" she snapped back at me. "Are you frigging trying to kill me or something?" Even in her current situation she doesn't seem to show any signs of pleading innocence. "Hurry up and pull me back up. Now when Mum and Dad hear about this they'll go completely-"

"NO!" I shouted with such force it made her eyes soften a little. "I'M THROUGH WITH BEING IN YOUR SHADOW! I'M GOING TO LIVE MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU CONSTANTLY PUTTING ME DOWN ANYMORE!"

When she realised how serious I was at that point, her eyes dampened as she made a weak smile. "Yume-chan, you're not seriously gonna-"

"YES I AM!" I spat back down at the two-faced wonder. "You never gave a damn about me and have made suffer my entire life. It ends here!"

"I see..." then I was really surprised at how she reacted. She lowered her gaze and sighed, almost as though she were about to submit defeat at that point. Then I felt her hand tugging even stronger now, pressing my ribs against the railing. "THEN I'M TAKING YOU WITH ME BITCH!"

I struggled to keep my body behind the railing as my sister kept swinging and thrashing her weight about, her stronger physique no match for my smaller frame. My arm felt like it was going to be torn off as I desperately clung onto that railing, tears stinging my eyes. I didn't want die, I didn't even really want to kill her either. Why was everything going so horribly now? If we had just been nicer to each other, this never would have happened.

I felt her hand slide down my wrist an inch or two. She was tiring as well now. But she still had enough fight of her own to keep pulling me beyond that railing. I was now reduced to coiling my left arm around the railing my two feet precariously balanced over the edge.

I could see the redness in her face that she was determined to see me out too. Her teeth were gnashing like a rabid hound, salivating for her prey. She looked like a real monster at that point – yet I was the one who wanted to killer her first...

My right arm slipped. Only the grip of my hand could keep me from suffering a similar fate to my sister. Only this hand would offer me a chance to go to Tokyo University, to gain a career, maybe have a family and enjoy a peaceful life.

I was so determined not to die, but my body had its own limits.

Then I saw him. The shadowy figure walking towards us on the viewing platform. His entire body cloaked and his face obscured. I was almost entranced by his appearance as he just casually strolled over the edge, looking down at my sister before turning his attention to me. "Sorry, but I gotta do this."

Do what? I wondered. He's going to save us isn't he!?

Producing a shining blade out of his cloak, raising it high above the evening sky, he spoke in a mournful tone. "May your fates be sealed with the edge of this blade."

And that was when the man brought down his sword, cutting off my hand and cutting off my last line of life. My body had never felt lighter than it did at that moment, the moment me and my sister were flying...Flying and falling...Flying and falling...

If only we had wings, then we could have saved each other.

Now we were both dead. Our coffins sealed with the impact of the hard concrete below.

Falling...

Falling...

Darkness...

Nothing...

Yumeko's life is already over by the end of the first chapter. Could this be the end already? What could possibly be in store for her now? Please read onto the next chapter and find out! Don't forget to please leave a review. No matter how long or short, no matter how good or bad, they all motivate me to write more.

P.S I also hope to come up with a story cover for my new OC very soon!