Hey y'all. Sorry if someone was in the middle of this when I took it all down. But my friend pointed out that I probably shouldn't have posted it all at once. Sooo, I'm reposting it, because I'm done with the sequel, and as shallow as this is, I want to build up a little better fan base, if you get what I mean. So, enjoy for you newbies, sorry for current, and thanks for past readers.

I used to be one of those girls. You know, the girls. The ones that are on their phones 24/7, think they're prettier than everyone, think they're more important, that they deserve everything they want and anyone not like them should worship the ground they walk on.

But back to the point. Key words; used to be.

Since then, you could say that I've had something of a waking up. And now I'm one of the other girls. You know, the other girls. The, 'I'll kick your ass and tear you to shreds, while not damaging my perfectly short nails if you screw with me.' girls.

The basketball shorts, tennis shoes, hair bands, haven't-touched-a-blow-dryer-in-months type. And I like it better this way. I always wanted more before. More, more, more. That's what it was all about. But now... I'm happy. I guess that's why I'm writing this all down. Uh, let's start at the very beginning, shall we?

No, not my birth, you dumb ass.

oOo

"Omigosh, no way! So how did he ask? Was he completely sweet about it, or was he like,"I paused to drop my voice to a huskier tone,"'Hey baby, wanna go see a movie sometime?'" laughter erupted on the other side of the phone, and I giggled, then glanced at my doorway, and flipped my middle finger up at my brother, mouthing,'Fuck off'. he narrowed his eyes at me, and returned my gesture.

I rolled my eyes."So anyway, what movie are you going to see? Letters To Juliet? That movie sounds so cute! All romantic and stuff? Just don't drool over Charlie, even if he is dreamy. He's already mine, since you're taken." Then I heard a loud BANG echo through thr house,"Oh, fuck, my brother just dropped something off the stairs. Gotta go, or I'll get grounded, again."

From the other end of my phone I heard Kalee sigh,"Katsu, you just need to get him a girlfriend."

"He doesn't care about girls." I replied.

"He's fifteen. How can he not?"

"I don't know. He's a freak of nature. Call you back in like, five minutes, okay?"

"'Kay!" Kalee replied. I hung up and pulled myself off the bed, then flattened my plush pink Soffe's and white camisole, then walked out into the hallway. My brother looked at me, eyes wide with horror.

"I swear to God it wasn't me this time!" he defended.

"Really? What did you drop?" I asked, frustration apparent in my tone. Could he not tell I was in the middle of a very serious conversation with Kalee? Peering over the railing of the walk way, I looked down at what had fallen, confused.

It appeared to be a perfect glass ball, like the ones the fortune tellers use.

To see my house in a real sense though, and understand why I was confused, you needed to know somethings. When you walk inside, there's a grand marble staircase, and when you get the the top, there are walkways that go left and right. Rooms line the walls, with a four foot wide walkway and railing.

Now, About the glass ball. My parents and I think that they're completely faux, those fortune tellers. So Shougo wasn't allowed to have those things. I mean he's fifteen, but he's a boy.

They're relatively stupid at that age. I'm nineteen. Huuuge age difference. Anyway, the question was, where did he get the ball?

"It wasn't me!" he protested as I groaned, stomping down the stairs. I then picked up the several pound ball and inspected the floor. "At least the tile isn't broken. What a dumb ass." I muttered.

"If I dropped that from up here, it would be moron! Pay attention in physics! The ball should at least be cracked too. I was just standing out here and it appeared out of no where." I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"There's no such thing as magic, loser. Get a life and get off your Xbox."he laughed bitterly.

"Get off your phone, Katsu. Oh, and by the way, I hear you talking to yourself at night. You're not as pretty as you think you are."my jaw dropped.

"Oh, you better run!" he sprinted down the hall, and I ran up the stairs after him, and chucked the ball at him.

I'm very uncoordinated, so the ball flew straight over the railing, and I watched in horror as it fell in slow-mo, like in the movies, and hit the tiles in the kitchen, shattering the tiles and the ball. We both cringed, and he looked pointedly at me. "Told you so."

"Whatever."

Our father's head poked out of his study, and I pointed my finger accusingly at him while he did the same to me.

"It was him!"

"It was her!"

Our Father sighed, exasperated with our not unusual bitching. "I don't care who it was, both of you clean it up or I'm turning off your phone again, and taking away your Xbox."

I dashed downstairs as fast as my legs could carry me. He could notturn off my phone again. I nearly died last time. I couldn't even set up a mall trip with my friends. Racing into the kitchen, I put on flip flops and started picking up shards of glass.

"You'll never get them all."Shougo commented, sauntering down the stairs. He turned into a closet and grabbed the vacuum.

"Um... Do you even know how to use that?" I asked.

"Surprisingly, I actually do my chores, instead of pushing them onto the maid." I put my hands on my hips.

"I only do that because I'm busy."

"Yeah. Busy sitting on the phone all night, gossiping with your friends about the latest hot guy."

"And you'll never make that list."I grumbled, jumping onto the counter and sitting there while he vacuumed.

"Like I'd ever want to." He responded. Suddenly, I heard a pop, like bubble wrap pop, and all the power went off. I groaned.

"Now what did you do?"

"What did I do? If anything, it's you, with all that shit you have plugged in in your room!"

"It's not shit! I live and breath on all that stuff!"

"Because you really need to be on the phone with one person and Skyping another at the same fucking time."

"I do!"groaning in frustration, I hopped off the counter, and walked back up the stairs, pausing to look at a glowing pair of eyes, but they disappeared as soon as I blinked. Rubbing my eyes, I went back into my room, and called Kalee back, eyes and problems forgotten.

oOo

Sitting down on my desk at school, I showed Kalee my nails. She looked hot today, I must say. I envy her looks, really. She's got these huge ass natural boobs, a great ass, and these amazing blonde boing boing curls, with clear blue eyes, and a killer figure. Anyway, last night, by phone, I painted my nails pink with white stripes. They looked pretty hot.

"Ugh. Girls like Katsu just get on my nerves." a voice hissed across the room. I honed it on it.

"Calm down Tatsuki. She doesn't mean to be a prissy bitch, she just is one." Me? A bitch? Oh, they were so going down.

I stopped myself, abruptly cutting myself off from whatever I was saying. Blinking a few times, I realized just what she meant. I closed my eyes.

"Hold on Kalee. Tell me when I get back, I have to apologize to someone." sliding off the desk, I walked over to Tatsuki, who sneered at me.

"What?" she snapped. I flinched.

"Uh, just coming to say sorry if I seem like a bitch to you. I've never known anything else, so I don't know how to act different. Sorry." I rubbed the back of my head, grinning sheepishly.

She stared at me, and I cocked my head to the side, shrugged, and left.

"Continue."I said to Kalee. And so she did, running her mouth off, about how she'd caught Orihime and Ichigo on a date last night and how she was dressed like such a whore.

I blinked."Don't be mean to people you don't know." I snapped.

She stared at me, crestfallen.

"Ugh, sorry Kal. I'm just... not myself, you know?"

"O. M. G. Yes. I started this new diet, and every since then I've been so hyper! My mom yelled at me yesterday for it. It was so funny. I was like, 'Whatever, you're a slut. No respect for you.'"

I bit my tongue. Hearing Kalee talk about her mom like that made me want to smack her. She continued complaining about her so-not-awful life, and I pretended to listen. I couldn't, though, without wanting to smack her. This was going to be a long day.

oOo

Dropping my bag by the front door, I went straight for the kitchen and pulled out a tub of icecream, and got myself a huge bowl. I'd gone over to Kalee's after school, and nearly almost strangled her, so I ditched our sleepover and came home.

"Welcome home, sis." I looked at Shougo.

"Sorry for being awful yesterday."

"Sudden change of heart? I like." he said, jumping off the counter and taking a spoonful of my food. I pulled the bowl away and glared at him.

"Get your own." I growled with a mouth full of my Icy-goodness.

"But it's so much easier to steal it."

"Whatever. Let's go sit on the front porch." I pushed open the front door with my knee and sat down on the wood, still eating.

He sat down beside me."So I saw you ignoring your friends today."

"Oh, yeah. Tatsuki called me a bitch and it was like a wakeup call."

"Well, I think I like you better now." I playfully smacked him, then watched his jaw drop, and a look of pure horror cross his face. "What?" I questioned. He grabbed my arm and yanked me to her feet.
"What?"

"We're going inside." he started for the door, but a long claw like thing when straight through his chest, and blood spattered me.

His hand slipped from mine as his body fell to the ground, while his soul was lifted up on the claw. Instinctively, I threw my icecream at the demon holding him.

"Put my baby brother down!" I screamed grabbing a vase and chucking it. It nailed the demon in the head, and it dropped my brother. He scrambled away, only to back into someone else while I screamed obscenities at the demon.

I ran inside into the kitchen, and grabbed a butcher's knife, and ran back outside, then threw it. It spun through the air, and imbedded itself into the mask of the demon. It's full attention was on me now.

"Katsu! Jump!" I glanced back at the demon, and jumped up into the air, then only felt passing wind as everything blurred, and then I was on the roof.

The person set me down, and I looked up. "Ichiro?"

"It's a story for another time. We'll probably have to erase your memory after this, but I'm a Shinigami, alright?"

I just stared at him. My dead, older brother, was a god of death. Wait. 'We'll'?

He flashed off, and I stood up, and spotted the other person, and grinned. Abarai from school. I watched the two fight with the demon, and kill it quickly, then turn, and tap Shougo on the head. He glowed blue, and sunk into the ground.

What just happened? I called, sitting down on the roof. Ichiro was beside me within seconds.

"Shougo just got killed by a Hollow and sent to Soul Society."

"Hollow?"

"I got killed by one too. So, I've got to erase your memory now, alright?" I stood up and started stumbling away from him.

"Fuck no!" someone latched onto my arms, keeping me still. They must've been much stronger than me because despite my efforts, i couldn't break free of their grip.

"Let me go!"

"Not happening."a deep, gruff voice said. I jerked my elbow back, and grazed Abarai's ribs.

"You're a pathetic fighter."

"Well I'm sorry I'm not on steroids!" Ichiro held something up to my face, and pressed a button. My world went black as I lost conciousness.

oOo

I woke up in my bed, wondering what kind of partying I did last night. I had a killer head ache, and my vision swam. Sitting up, I tried to remember. Then the memories came at me like punch to the face. I came home and got icecream, then some burglar broke in and stabbed Shougo through with a pole.

I bit back the tears that stung at my eyes. I probably already looked like crap, no need to cry to make it worse.

Apparently, my face didn't care, as the tears spilled over. I wiped them off and got up to find my migraine reliever, after popping two pills, I looked at myself in the mirror, and burst out into tears. I looked awful, and seeing the tears was doing nothing to stop them. I should be crying though.

I'd watched my brother get murdered last night.

I sank down on the pink carpet in my room, but all I could see was red blood everywhere. Red red red. I gripped my hair and let out a low whimper, before suddenly, the pain went away, and my memories were different.

I blinked.

Hollow, Ichiro had said? Why are my memories so different now? Muttering obscenities, I dried off my face and got dressed, not bothering with make up, and throwing my hair into a high ponytail. Standing over the sink, I washed off all the remnants of yesterday's makeup, and grabbed my backpack, then ran down the stairs.

"Honey, you're going to school?" my dad asked worriedly.

"Yeah. I am sad, trust me, but I have something to do." I replied before walking out the door.

oOo

Sitting in front of a computer in the library, I was well aware I was skipping classes, but the librarian didn't care.

Getting onto Google, I looked up Wikipedia, then searched Shinigami. And there I sat, for an entire period, reading up on anything Shinigami and Hollow related. Then I found something peculiar; A list of the Captains and Lieutenants in the Gotei Thirteen, accompanied by pictures. I scrolled through, and stopped on the Lieutenant of Squad Six, mouth hanging open.

I refreshed the page, but nothing changed. It was Abarai. I shut down the laptop, grabbed my bag, and flew out of the room to make it to Study Hall, my last class, on time. I slid inside and plopped down in my seat, out of breath. Kalee sat on my desk.

"Where have you been?" she asked.

"Library."

"We have a library?" I closed my eyes, exasperated.

"You're stupid."

"Hey, that's not nice! So anyway, didn't your brother like, die last night? Why are you at school? Perfect excuse to get out."

"Because I needed to look something up and do some studying."

"Studying? Dude, you could be relaxing at home right now!"my head snapped up and I
glared at her.

"Believe it or not, I loved my brother. I'm not going to use his death as some piss poor excuse to get out of school. I won't disrespect him like that, and if you're going to suggest I do that, then maybe you should find someone else to be your best friend, because I'm not going to take that kind of shit from you."

The room fell deathly silent, and Kalee looked pissed.

"Fine don't expect to be allowed over at my house again. Or at our lunch table."

"Good. You're all just stuck up assholes who don't know a damn thing about real life anyways." she
gasped, and slapped me, raking her nails down my face. I could feel the blood drip down, but only put my head down on my arms, exhausted.

"You'll regret this, Katsu."

"Seriously doubt that. Get out of my sight." she huffed and walked away, so I just closed my eyes, and sighed. Within two minutes, I heard someone kneel down beside me, and lift my chin up. I glanced at Ichigo out of the corner of my eyes as he wiped away the blood on my face and arm. And desk.

"You shouldn't have come to school today if you were upset."

"I wasn't upset. I was on a mission." I defended. He smiled.

"To do what?"

"To find out about Shinigami and Hollows." he froze and looked at me.

"Can you chill here for a second?"

"Not going anywhere. I've got no more friends." he got up and walked back over, talking urgently to Abarai, who glanced at me, then the two walked over.

"We erased your memory."

"Appearantly. I had a killer headache this morning, and all I remembered was him getting stabbed with a pole. Then it went away, and I remembered the truth." The two stood away again.

"She's got higher Spiritual Pressure than I thought. She could attract more Hollow to her home."

"So we teach her to hide it."

"It's harder than that, Kurosaki. Her parents have Spiritual Pressure too."

"So we station someone outside until we figure out what to do. Not that hard."

"You're such a simpleton. It is harder than that." they turned back to me.

"I'm leaving your brother at your house tonight. We'll figure out what to do tomorrow."

I nodded, then glanced out the open window, only to find my brother. Ichiro sat down inside the classroom, then walked over to me, and put a hand on my arm, connecting his fingers, actually overlapping them.

"Jesus. We're going to the gym tonight."

"What?"

"You have no muscle. How the hell are you going to survive another Hollow attack? Smother it with lip stick?" I rolled my eyes at his lame joke.

"First things first, when you get home, you're going on a run."

"Whatever. Leave me alone." I muttered under my breath. If I kept on talking to something not a lot of other people could see, I'd be labeled as crazy.

oOo

I set my bag down on a chair in the front room, and immediately bypassed my parents who were talking in hushed tones, Mom obviously crying.

Running up the stairs to my room, I opened the door, and laughed at Ichiro.

He stood, dusting his hands off, all three drawers of my dresser lying on my bed, the contents of my closet surrounding.

"Well, thanks. I guess I'll go get garbage bags then."I kicked my shoes off, and ran back down the stairs, feet pounding the marble floor.

"Honey?" Dad called as I slid into the kitchen, dropped onto all fours, and tore through the cabinets looking for black trash bags.

"Katsu, honey, what are you doing?"

"Becoming a better person."

"What's wrong with how you are now?"

"Aha!" I grabbed the roll of bags and stood up straight, kicking it shut.

"A lot of things, actually. I'm a bitch, and so are all of my friends. Where's the nearest Goodwill?"

"Down the block."

"Alright, I'll handle that in an hour. Am I allowed to borrow the car?"

"Um, yeah, but what are you doing?"

"Throwing out all my clothes. I fit the bitchy, snobby, stuck up stereotype of popular people. And I'm not comfortable with that." I ran back up the stairs, swung on the banister, and flew into my room, then locked the door behind me.

"Throw out everything except my uniforms." he grinned insanely and started pulling hangers off skirts and casual dresses and such. About an hour later, he looked at what was left.

"Formal dresses?Wedding and stuff. We only have, like, a million cousins." he laughed and hung
them up, while I flung the last bag into the hallway, then headed down to Shougo's room.

"Mom, Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Am I allowed to have some of Shougo's clothes?"a face appeared from inside the
kitchen.

"Aren't you sad at all?"

"Well, yeah, but I know he's in a good place, so it's alright. So can I?"

"Whatever fits, you can have." cheering quietly, I slipped into his room, and glanced around. The carpet was army green, and the walls were fern green, with white trim, and a white ceiling.

Despite him being a fifteen year old boy, his room was spotless. His queen size bed was
made, army green sheets smoothed out, dark brown wood bed frame spotless. The wenge (type of wood) dresser was clean, only his hair gel and comb sitting on top.

I closed my eyes to stop reminiscing. Walking over to his dresser, I went straight for the pants drawer. His shirts wouldn't look right, and no way in hell was I wearing his underwear. But, I would wear his cargo shorts and basketball shorts. I was turning into what I hated most.

A tomboy.

oOo

Ichiro helped me put away all of Shougo's shorts, then my new shorts and a few pairs of skinny jeans, for old times sake, with boot cut jeans as well, loose tee shirts, lots of solid coloured tank tops and camisole. Oh, and a huge stash of hairbands I bought, along with about a million headbands. After stashing my new shoes in the closet, I stepped back, and fell down on the bed. Ichiro only laughed at me, then disappeared when the door opened.

"Anything else you feel the need to change?" I knew my dad was only teasing me. And so, I put on my most serious face, and responded;

"Actually yes. I need to go buy new sheets for my bed, throw out all my makeup, except my acne stuff, and buy paints, and maybe get a new carpet in here."

He stared at me, eyes wide. Then he closed them, and ran a hand through his black but graying hair. I laughed.

"Chill Dad. I'm just sick and tired of my friends, and me." He sat down on the bed beside me, smoothing out his khakis as he sat. My dad was a good looking guy, even if he was fifty two. Sleek, long black hair, tanned skin, five o'clock shadow, and warm, laughing green eyes.

"So, what colour scheme are you going for? Judging by your clothes, I'm thinking something along the lines of green, blue, gray, or black.

"Actually, I was thinking blue. Like... here." I went over to the vanity and grabbed three colour cards. Sitting down beside him again, I was disgusted by the pink everywhere, all over my room.

"So, navy blue for the carpet, Egyptian blue for the walls, and palatinate blue for my
sheets." he nodded.

"Sounds good. We'll start painting tomorrow. Since school is out tomorrow, you can just take the day off." I grinned.

"Alright. And what about the carpet?"

"Well, we don't need to cover it up, since we'll be throwing this nasty stuff out. Let's go to the store now and get everything picked out. I guess you'll be wanting new furniture too? It's so good we have mass amounts of money. Much more money than you will ever spend." he replied, getting up. He looked around.

"You know, I've always hated this room."

"Why?"

"It's just so... girly. I never felt that you were going the way you did, so this was kind of a shock. Glad it's going back on track." my grin widened, and he smiled, then left. Ichiro flashed back into the room.

"Uh, how about we run in the dead of the night? I've got to go to the store now."

"You're seriously turning your life around." He sighed and ran his fingers through his short blonde hair, then sat down beside me.