Hello there, darlings~! Another attempt in writing! Oh, and as obvious as it is, I don't own Bleach or anything. On with the story~!

In most fanfiction where the heroine is reborn, they remember their birth. In most stories, they keep their past memories. In most stories, they conveniently are born from an important family, or perhaps live in the same town and meet the fictional character. It's as if it's too good to be realistic. However...

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….if not for that, it wouldn't really be a story, wouldn't it?

I can say for sure, my life turned for the worst, and yet, changed it for the better that I didn't even realize until later on.

I lived a fairly mundane childhood, I had two loving parents and a younger sister named Tera. I had the typical American life for a teenager. We lived in the suburbs of Los Angeles, and had a perfect white-picket fence and a pet cat. We were a normal family living their everyday lives, just like everyone else.

My name is Lucia Kaufer, the one who was never supposed to exist in this cruel world.

I recall a time where I had my brown hair in a bun, where I was only about 10. That was the time me and my sister (who was 8, by the way) were arguing over who got the last cream puff in the freezer.

Tera was very… exciting, in one way to put it. You could say I was the calm, and she was the storm. I was pretty quiet for my age, while she was loud and unable to sit still. Despite this, we were close. There was one thing, however, we both fought over: sweets. Ridiculous as it sounds, we did so and honestly, it was sometimes…. stress relieving in a weird way.

"No fair! You had two, while I only had one! At least let me have the last one!" She would say, forest-green eyes narrowed, lips drawn in a scowl.

I shoved it in my mouth, and tasted the sweet, light cream with the airy bread.

Tera raised her eyebrows in shock, whose face then turned into an angry frown.

"Daddy! Lucia is being mean again!"

I remember being scolded by my father who had just come home from his work, dressed in a suit, carrying a briefcase. He was fair skinned with freckles across his nose and cheeks, and had his black hair slicked back. He had green eyes, which both of us siblings' eyes were the same color of. Our mother also had come into the kitchen, hearing the commotion both me and my sister made.

Our brunette mother stood at the doorway and watched the whole thing, snickering at our argument and my demise by Dad. Mom was a very beautiful woman, having wide, dark brown eyes and tan skin. While our father tended to be more stoic, he was still a loving father, however, our mother was a very outgoing and open person. Even though both me and Tera had the same hair and eye color, we differed in personality, skin tone, and age. I was fair skinned and Tera was tan with freckles across her cheeks.

Dad narrowed his eyes at me, but then his face relaxed, and gave a small smile and said, "Lucia, next time, you aren't allowed to have any cream puffs."

My heart sank.

"B-but," I gaped. "They are my life, the only reason I exist!"

"Sure," he deadpanned.

2 Years Later

"What's this for?" I asked as I stared at the cross pendant necklace in my hands. It was silver, and plain looking. It was as if it had no significant value at all, which was odd to be given as a gift during Christmas time, in my opinion.

Gramps smiled, "It's sort of a lucky charm. I had it with me as a child during the Holocaust in Germany. It was given to me by my father, who was Catholic. Although the rest of the family along with myself were Jewish, he gave it to me to have to think of him if something bad were to happen. I want you to have this to remember me by."

I rose an eyebrow, "You make it sound as if you're gonna die soon, but thanks Old Man."

He playfully scowled and retorted, "Who do you think you're calling 'Old Man', brat?"

When it came to religion, my family were Christian, and our grandparents were Jewish. Many of our relatives believed in something different, and were all laid-back about their religion.

Gramps died four months later.

I've never taken off that necklace since then.

2 Years Later

"Shit." I said to myself as I stared blankly inside my wallet. I took the bus home everyday, but forgotten to get my bus money from Dad. I looked at the time on my phone.

It was already ten minutes before 6, the time I had to meet Tera at the front of the school since I had just gotten off from practice. Since Tera didn't have the house key, she'd have to wait for me to get to the house first. To save time and trouble, she just meets me at school and does her homework there.

I walked out of the main gate of the school and saw her standing there, doing whatever on her phone. She had her long hair in low pigtails, which was her usual hair style.

I walked up behind her, "Ahem."

She jumped up and shrieked. Tera turned her head around and looked at me in fright, then relaxed into an irritated state.

"Lucia you suck! That could've killed me!" She exclaimed dramatically.

I gave her a disbelieving look.

She brushed what had just happened off and then said, "Anyways, you have the bus money, right? We should get going before it gets too late."

I gave a sheepish grin, "Well, you see, ah… heh heh heh, I forgot to get the bus money. And now we have to walk home." I glanced down and played with the loose thread from my dark grey tank top.

She gave me a look of despair. "You've got to be kidding me. That's like a half hour walk from here."

I smiled in embarrassment and replied, "I'll make it up to you."

"You better damn well do that," Tera huffed.

As we finally walked inside the gate of our house, I felt something off. I handed my key to Tera as I rearranged the stuff I moved around in my bag. Tera walked in ahead of me.

As I finally finished what I was doing, I walked into the house. All I heard was silence, and I saw no one around.

"Tera? Where are you?" I looked around the kitchen and the living room and turned on the lights. I walked up the stairs and into the hallway, where I heard sobbing.

It was in the direction of my parents' bedroom.

I ran into the room, panicked and confused, and turned on the lights.

My blood ran cold.

There, lying on the floor in a large mass of blood, were Mom and Dad, Tera sobbing over them.

"Oh God…" I placed my hand over my mouth in horror.

Mother had a wounds all over her back, and was lying on her stomach. Dad was lying on his back, stab wounds and slashes all over his body, unseeing eyes wide open. Tera was crouched over their bodies, sobbing uncontrollably. She had her back facing the closet, which then started to open.

I realized that there was someone in there, the one who killed our parents.

"Tera!" I screamed, "Get out of there now!"

She looked up at me with her red eyes in confusion, "What-"

The man came out of the closet, face hidden in a mask. He seemed to have a built body, and was tall. He had shoulder-length, dark black hair. He had a sword in his one hand, huge, and looked like excalibur in a way, except for its size and a second grip being a part of the hilt.

The man then grabbed Tera by her hair, and held her up in the air. He faced towards me while I watched in horror.

"Disappointing. I expected more from your parents' spiritual pressure. This girl has the least out of all of you. You, however…. have so much that I'm surprised you haven't unlocked any powers yet. Maybe… if I kill this girl right here, I'll get something surely impressive, right?"

My eyes widened in fear, not for myself, but for my sister. She was going to die, because of this crazy man.

"What the fuck are you talking about!? Let her go!" I screamed.

The man's shoulders shook, and then he gave a loud laugh, "I'm just going to kill you both before you become a problem in the future for me. Just sit still and watch, brat."

He harshly dropped Tera on the ground, who was trembling in terror and stared at the man, as if she was in shock. "Remember my name clearly, as this is the man who killed both you and your family."

He rose the sword above himself, ready to strike.

"Kugo Ginjo."

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I stared down at my bloody and bruised hands as Mom bandaged them up for me.

"Honey," she sighed. "How did your hands end up like this?"

I frowned. I nervously glanced up at her and replied, "I might have… beat up a couple of kids who cut Tera's hair and gave her that black eye last week."

Her lips turned into a grimace, "Well, you sure put your all into it. Look, I don't agree with your method of defending your sister, however, if she's ever in danger, you fight for her safety no matter what. Use that fighting power to guide and protect her, got it?"

I smiled, "Yeah. I got it."

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I screamed in anger, and what felt almost natural, I brought out my hand. The cross on my necklace glowed a blue-ish green light, which then traveled to my hand. The light took the form of a silver katana, with a black fabric over the hilt.

I gripped the sword with both hands and ran at him just as he was bringing down his sword to kill Tera.

His sword stopped its path right above her shoulder, where mine blocked the way just in time.

"Well, that's surprising. You at least have some fighting power, please make this fun for me, alright?" He seemed to say it in such a carefree way, it made me angry and want to kill him right there.

But just as he jumped back from my first slash at his side, the sound of police sirens could be heard, which seemed to be getting louder.

"Fuck." He then kicked me against the wall, and then jumped out of the window. What gave me shivers, is that he didn't fall. He jumped on the air, and disappeared all within a matter of seconds.

Kugo Ginjo. Ginjo. Why was that name so familiar? And what was that green light? His sword was also familiar as well…. as if I've seen that exact same sword before.

Then words were whispered in the back of my head in the form of a headache.

Fullbring. Souls. Soul Society. Quincy. Soul Reapers. Zanpakuto. Bankai. Hollows. Vasto Lorde. Vizoreds. Kuchiki. Karakura Town…

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Ichigo Kurosaki.

"Ichigo…. Kurosaki?"

And just like that, there was an exploding pain in my head, as if molten lava was being poured down my ears. All of the information that I never knew before was being brought out from my subconscious. It hurts. It hurts so bad.

I remember being a 19 year old girl going out on a date. I had brown hair and brown eyes. I was of normal height and attributes.

I was killed by my date in the stupidest way possible. I was forcibly drowned in the toilet of a restaurant, because I had simply saw a longtime guy friend there, who I shortly greeted. I was killed by a jealous yandere bastard.

And throughout all the pain, I passed out.

1 Year Later

"Tera, wake up." I shook my sister's shoulders. I looked at the clock. We still had two hours until 5, which was when we were supposed to leave on the plane to Japan.

It's been a year since my encounter with… Ginjo. And with that, I received the worst headache in the history of mankind. I might be exaggerating a little. I guess you could literally call it being "mind blown". I gained back memories from my previous life, well, most of them at least. The frustrating part was that I don't even remember what my name used to be for some reason. And with that, I made one horrifying realization: I was reborn in the world of Bleach.

Along with my return of forgotten memories, I gained sight. As in, I can see and interact with dead people. And freaky hollows. And the occasional soul reaper.

Yeah… with my unleashed amount of spiritual pressure, or should I say, reiastu to use as less of a mouth full, my life is screwed.

A month after I woke up in the hospital, I wrote down everything that I know about myself and this world. In case anything bad were to happen, I'd have knowledge.

And knowledge was power.

A year of going through therapists, court hearings, and coping, we are now going to Japan to live with our aunt. Our aunt acted way different than our father, she was more like our mother more than anything. We lived in a pretty nice apartment for the past year, everything being supported by our aunt. She offered to have us move to Japan to live with her, but we weren't ready yet. Or you could say, I wasn't ready.

Where in Japan you may ask? Why, Karakura Town of course.

And with the unknown force that may find my fate hilarious, I say bring it on.

Tera opened her eyes, drowsy from just waking up. "It's time to get ready?"

"Yeah."

We got off the plane and into the station, where we waited and looked around for our aunt.

I spotted her in the distance, wearing a trench coat and knee high black boots. She looked almost identical to Dad.

I tapped Tera on the shoulder, gestured to the direction of Aunt Judy. Tera then spotted her, and then grabbed our stuff and hauled me with her all in one quick motion towards Judy.

"Auntie~! We're here!"

Judy turned around, green eyes shining with excitement. She met us the rest of the way, and looked us both over.

"Wow, you've both grown. And, oh my, Lucia, you sure filled out." She pointed out, referring to my… lady assets. I blushed in embarrassment, "Thanks, I guess."

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We all took a cab home, and I watched my surroundings in excitement. What seemed like what took a long while, we made it into the neighborhood.

Judy turned around in her seat and looked at the both of us, "In a few days, probably two or three, I'll enroll you both into Karakura High. After we get home and settled, I'll only allow you to speak Japanese and barely any English. You can speak English all you want, but keep it on a ratio of Japanese being the greater language you speak in comparison. In the meantime, touch up on your Japanese as well, I didn't pay for those lessons for you to screw up on your first day introductions at school, did I?"

Tera grinned, "Oui, madame."

"Sarcastic as ever, Tera-chan."

As the cab drove through the neighborhood, we passed by a house, which was also a clinic.

I read the characters with a bit of difficulty, but then I read out, "Kurosaki Clinic".

Shortly after, we arrived at the house.

And with a realization, I noticed that I lived a barely three-minute walk away from the Kurosaki Clinic.

Three minutes away from Ichigo Kurosaki, Substitute Shinigami.

I groaned, the fact being brightly shown in my face that I'm being dragged down deeper into my possible grave.

"Fucking Hell."

Note: From here on out, they will be speaking Japanese. Anything that is italicized in regular quotation marks will be English that they are speaking. Example: "Speaking Japanese is so hard."

Discussion of what is to be expected of this story:

This'll be a mix of anime and manga, however, the Bount and the Zanpakuto Unknown Tales arcs will not be in this story. I might do the New Captain Shuzuke Amagai arc right after the Soul Society Rescue arc. I may also do the Gotei 13 Invading Army arc. If I even go that far, I'm not sure if I'll go on to the 1,000 Year Blood War arc, end it right after the Fullbring arc, or I'll make it completely AU from there and create an original arc of my own. As you can tell, it'll be pretty canon, but with some changes. The first time I attempted a Bleach fanfiction, it was pretty bad. But this time around, I hope to achieve better!

Oh, and the title is a hint about what's to come about Lucia.

I'm honestly very excited, and I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing this~!

I want to, at the very least, update once a month, and at the most update once a week, but let's see how I can manage? I refuse to give up on this story if I get overwhelmed with work and life in general, so don't think I've given up if I haven't updated in awhile~!

Constructive criticism is very much appreciated, please R&R!

Much Love, Navi