A/N: -insert sheepish grin- Hello, everybody. With a bunch of unfinished stories and still working on my Harry Potter one, I have decided to start yet another one. And – drum roll – it's Bleach this time! I'm having quite a bit of fun with this one, so I'll just leave it on that note.

Summary: It wasn't there at first, but he soon learned he had a habit of saving people - even strangers. She was someone who didn't want to be alone anymore. She didn't know it at first, but she soon realized he saved her. He fueled her power. He became her life, her every breath, and it scared her to the very core.

-extended summary: Fuyuko Yukimura never enjoyed being around too much people, but that didn't mean she didn't yearn for someone in her life, someone important. She was always alone, and as much as she hated it, she was accustomed to it. But after getting into a bit of a trouble, her world gets unexpectedly thrown into Ichigo Kurosaki's. All of a sudden, someone was always by her side – whether it be that annoying Keigo Asano or that weird shopkeeper with the bucket hat.

Pairings: Ichigo/OC, possible Ichigo/OC/Grimmjow later on, same OC/?, other side pairings

This Is My Confessional
Chapter 1

Thursday, April 8th.

"We'll never be apart, right?"

"Wake up."

"Mommy... where'd you go?"

"It's closing time."

"Daddy?"

"Fuyuko..."

"What am I?"
"H-how-"
"Where am-"

"It's so blue…"

"Wake up!"

Deep indigo coloured eyes shot open and long strands of caramel hair seemed to fly in the air as the young teenager's head sprung up. Confusion covered her eyes for a moment as she adjusted back to reality. A strong, firm hand seemed to be on her left shoulder, having just shaken her awake.

A black-haired man with tufts of grey hair here and there stood next to her. He was in his late forties - a cheerful type of man.

"Oi, it's time to go. We're closing early today, remember?"

"Yeah, Fuyuko! Stop lazing around!" To the side was a young boy, barely a teenager. He was wearing a shirt that read Pan, Pan, Pan! - the name of the bakery they were in and the one he worked at. The gold pin that shined under the light read the name "Dasuke."

Fuyuko shot the boy a glare and turned back towards the older man.

"Hai, Yamada-san. I'll get going now."

Yamada's eyes crinkled as he gave the girl a warm smile, but he looked at her worriedly at the same time.

"Daijoubu desu ka? You seem very tired." He asked. It wasn't a surprise though. She was always tired.

Fuyuko hurriedly shook her hands in front of her while she attempted to give him a reassuring smile, "I'm fine!"

Yamada gave her an unconvincing look and picked up the empty cups and plates in front of her as she attempted to reorganize the papers that were strewed all over the table.

"I swear! I'm great!"

Cue another unconvinced look.

"You take care now, alright." He gave her a pat on the back and moved to go to the back room. Fuyuko slumped back down in her seat as she sighed.

"I'll try." She whispered those two words to herself a moment later, knowing he was too far to hear her anymore. Everybody was gone now as she momentarily looked around the store. Glancing over to the window by her side, she saw that the sun was still up, but it was slowly getting darker and darker.

'Where to go now?' The thought ran through her mind as she stuffed the messy pile of papers back into her school bag and stood up. A brown hardcover book with the small label "Property of Karakura High School" in the bottom right corner lay in her arms.

"Bye bye!" Her shout echoed throughout the bakery as she opened the door, making the bell ring which always signaled an incoming or leaving customer. A couple of "bye's" responded back to her, and a small smile formed on Fuyuko's lips. She spent nearly everyday at the bakery, and the workers and Yamada-san knew her quite well.

Yamada was like a father figure to her. He didn't know much about her, but he helped her out whichever way he could whenever she let on that she had a problem. Not to mention he was always kind enough to give her some of the wonderful treats and delicacies that were made at his bakery, free of charge when she couldn't afford it… which was probably majority of the time.

At the thought of food, Fuyuko's stomach growled, causing the girl to groan. She had just ate a while ago when Yamada had given her some food when he saw her suffering in hunger in the corner of his store. It seemed as if her life was cursed with an insatiable hunger and no money at all. Just her luck.

Kicking a random pebble in the middle of the path she was walking on, her mood worsened when she remembered that the reason the bakery had closed early today was because Yamada was going on a trip with his family, and it would be closed for the next few days. She'd have to find another place to bypass her time.

Suddenly, a weird feeling crept up Fuyuko's body as she turned the corner into a familiar neighborhood.

A sudden movement disrupted the still atmosphere. Fuyuko paused and slowly looked to her right. Right next to a pole was a small child – a black-haired little boy that seemed about five years old or so. He was bent down and crying, gasping every few seconds from being out of breath.

Standing in her spot, the caramel-haired teenager pondered whether she should offer a helping hand or not. By now, it had already gotten dark, and there wasn't a single person around in the neighborhood. The houses, which usually had on its lights, were still like statues and whereas, passersby could usually hear the buzz of the TV or the inhabitants of the houses moving around to get dinner ready, you couldn't.

In fact, everything seemed too quiet.

"Hey," She muttered and then spoke a little louder. "Kid!" He didn't budge at all nor did he seem to have heard her.

Tapping her left foot in a bit of annoyance, she "tch-ed" and walked up to the little boy.

"Hey, kid. Why are you-" As Fuyuko started to speak, she placed her hand on his shoulder to shake him, but as soon as her fingers came in contact with him, an overwhelming coldness swept through her entire body, making her freeze on the spot.

This kid…

Fuyuko was frozen on the spot, unable to move, barely able to think at all.

He's not even alive.

The boy had already stopped crying, but his head was still bent down in his arms, and as his head started to slowly lift, Fuyuko didn't wait to see his face. Her first instinct told her to run. And run she did.

The surroundings blurred around her, the cool air whipping at her face. She felt like she was being suffocated.

He's not alive. He was dead! Dead! The image of the boy kept replaying over and over again in her head.

Run.

She couldn't stop.

She didn't know long she ran or how far she even ran, but as soon as she reached a familiar house and its old, dirty white door, her hand shot in her bag and frantically searched for her keys. Grasping them in her hands, she quickly unlocked the door and ran in, slamming the door behind her.

Gasping for breath, her hands tugged at her chest. It seemed as if it was on fire. For a second, everything seemed to stop and it was just so – so… she couldn't breathe! Air… she needed air!

Dead! Dead!

Fuyuko slumped down, sliding down the door. She pulled her knees against her chest – heart thumping repeatedly – and she dug her head into her legs.

What was wrong with her? Why was she like this?

Why was she such a scaredy cat?

Fuyuko hated the paranormal. In fact, anything to do with the paranormal was just not her cup of tea. Horror movies – even the badly done ones – scared her. However, that usually never stopped her from watching them. She got a sick satisfaction out of watching the movies; only, the aftereffects of watching a film caused her to be scared of even her shadow for a while.

Ghosts. Fuyuko hated the idea. They couldn't be real, right? Many people never believed such a crazy idea.

But the thing is… they do exist, and for as long as she could remember, Fuyuko knew they existed. When she was younger, she didn't realize it at first, but soon she realized the only friend she had wasn't even alive. Dead, with a chain hanging from their chest. What a stupid child she was – she thought the chain was just a decoration! Fuyuko scoffed at the thought but then clenched her eyes shut.

Why was she even thinking about this? She didn't want to see ghosts, and why did she suddenly see one again? Months, maybe a year by now, had passed since she had last had a run in with a spiritual presence, and now all sudden it's begun again. She didn't know what she'd done to even deserve this sixth sense.

"Meow~"

Fuyuko's head shot up at the unexpected sound. She scrambled up from her position on the ground and quickly searched for the light switch in the dark. After fumbling around for a few seconds, she finally found it, and the living room lit up. By her feet was a black cat with bright golden eyes staring up at her.

"Neko-chan!" Fuyuko greeted, slightly surprised. She had forgotten the cat was at her house. The cat wasn't hers, and she figured it was a stray cat. She had been seeing it for the past few weeks, and it wasn't until recently that the cat decided to occasionally follow her inside the house and would scratch at the window or door when it wanted to be let out. Fuyuko didn't mind – it was like having a companion in the empty house she lived in by herself.

She didn't have family. The only thing even remotely close to family was the distant relative that sent her money ever so often to provide her with food and such, and she barely even knew that relative. They didn't want to be associated with her anyways. Her parents... Fuyuko assumed they were dead. They had to be, seeing as they were no longer around, but when Fuyuko really thought about it, she realized she couldn't even remember them. Their faces, who they were, what they were like. It drove her mad at times, but at the same time she never attempted to remedy it.

And if she really thought about it some more, she'd realize she actually couldn't remember a majority of her childhood. Her mind was blank whenever she tried to resurface a memory. It was like she disappeared and didn't exist for the first couple years of her life and then suddenly just reappeared again.

"Meow~"

Fuyuko was pulled out of her thoughts as the cat meow-ed again and pawed at her.

"Are you hungry?" She questioned at the animal. Instead, it walked over to the door and sat beside it.

"Oh. You want to go out? Alright." She walked back over to the door, and right before she was about to open it, she hesitated as she remembered the earlier events.

"Meow!" The cat was getting impatient and looked up at her, wondering why she hadn't opened the door already.

"Fine, fine." Fuyuko relented and opened up the door quickly. "Ja ne, neko-chan. Come back soon!"

And then she was alone again. Not feeling hungry anymore, Fuyuko realized she was extremely tired. It was weird. She was never this tired, but she figured it was due to the emotional strain she had earlier.

It wasn't even close to her usual bedtime, but she didn't care. Kicking her shoes off, she grabbed her schoolbag and trudged her way into her room, the slam of the door echoing throughout the house.

Unknown to her, the cat from earlier was merely sitting outside of the door, casually listening to the girl's footsteps and breathing inside the house.

The four-legged animal also made sure to monitor the unsteady release of reiatsu that continued to pour out of the 15-year-old teenager's body.

'It's grown stronger.'

Friday, April 9th.

Fuyuko uncomfortable adjusted her red bow-tie as she stared up at Karakura High School with distaste. Despite having gone to sleep early last night, it'd taken her a while to actually fall asleep, and even when she did, she didn't feel like she had gotten much sleep.

The high school stared glaringly back at her. It has been about a week since the first term of high school started on April 1st, and Fuyuko still held a bit of dislike for the place. Many delinquents and rumored delinquents attended the school, and although she didn't really care, it also didn't help to boost her favorability.

But in the end, she was here for her education and nothing else.

It still bugged her that the darned bow-tie kept causing her neck to itch though.

"Ichigoooooo~!"

Fuyuko gasped as a sudden forced pushed her out of the way, making her stumble a few steps to the left. Her dark blue eyes narrowed as she saw Keigo Asano run by her and head straight towards a tall orange-haired boy.

"Teme–!" She growled, but then a hand landed on her shoulder, stopping her from going after the brown-haired boy. She looked to the side to see Mizuiro Kojima by her side.

"You're going to have to forgive, Keigo," The black-haired teenager smiled at her. "After all, he's always like that, right Yukimura-san?"

Fuyuko twitched at the mention of her last name and knocked his hand off her shoulder.

"Don't call me that," She snapped. "And Keigo's an idiot."

Mizuiro sweatdropped and chuckled nervously, "You're as a cold as always."

She smiled sarcastically, "And you're as charming as always~!" And proceeded to roll her eyes at him.

She had known Mizuiro and Keigo ever since all three of them went to Hiragi Junior High together. She didn't get along with a lot of people, and at the most, she had a few friends that no longer attended the same school. But she was too stubborn to admit that she considered both Mizuiro and Keigo to be her friends – partially because the latter annoyed the hell out of her and Mizuiro was sometimes pretty strange in her opinion.

"So how've you been?" Mizuiro questioned after a bit of silence. "I haven't really seen you around ever since school started, and we're not in the same class anymore."

It was true. He and Keigo were in I-3 while she was in I-5.

Fuyuko shrugged. "Eh. S'alright." She cast her eyes towards the annoying brunette and saw him interacting with the carrot top and another Mexican boy.

"You guys made new friends?" She questioned, a tad interested at the type of people the two chose to befriend. "Aren't they delinquents?" Even though she tended to choose not to interact with others often, it didn't mean she still didn't hear the rumors that circulated around the school.

Mizuiro suddenly shot her a startling grin, "Actually, not really! You see, they're…"

In the middle of him speaking, Fuyuko started tuning him out. A nasty habit, but it wasn't her fault she got distracted easily. She did, however, notice that she was still shorter than the other. Although Mizuiro wasn't that tall and stood at about 5'1" to 5'2", Fuyuko was still sadly about an inch shorter at around exactly 5 feet. Darn. She had actually tried to eat healthy for once.

Noticing the pout on the other's face, Mizuiro stopped what he was talking about.

"Eh… Fuyuko? You're not even listening are you?"

Pulled out of her thoughts, the blue-eyed girl blinked at him. "Oh. Gomen. Well, I should start heading in now. I'll see you later!"

Shooting one last glance at Mizuiro, Fuyuko grinned at him and turned on her heel before he could respond and started heading towards the inside of the school, only stopping once to deliver a strong kick to Keigo in the back, which surprised his two companions. She grinned again as she heard him shout out in pain.

"AHH! Fuyu-chan's so meaaaaan!"

She twitched slightly at his nickname for her as well. 'Annoying. That's what you get for bumping into me earlier!'

Students dressed in the same Karakura uniform blurred past her as she quickly headed towards classroom 'I-5,' avoiding as much human contact as she could.

Today was slightly windy, Fuyuko noted as she slumped down in her usual seat next the window. Today was just like any other day. Besides not being able to pay a visit to her favorite bakery later on and having an unfortunate bump-in with Keigo earlier, today should be the same as the others. She'd finish school, get some food later on, go home, study, eat some more, maybe hang around with the cat if she saw it, and then she would go to sleep.

So why did she feel weird all of a sudden? Like something was going to happen and that feeling… like there was something watching her.

Off in the distance in a different area of Karakura Town, a tall, lean-built man with light and grey eyes stood in front of a store with a big sign that read the kanji 浦原商店 on it. It was an average-looking store, and to the side of the store was a small van parked next to it.

The man, with the messy light blond hair and chin stubble, wore a brown coat that had a white diamond patter along the bottom part. Underneath the coat was a dark green shirt and pants, and he also wore a dark green and white bucket hat. On his feet were traditional Japanese wooden sandals, and in his hand rested a fan.

One wouldn't usually notice it unless they really paid attention because of the size difference, but to the side of the man stood a black cat – the same cat that often visited Fuyuko.

"So how is she?" The blond questioned.

The black cat's mouth opened, and low-and-behold, it talked. A mannish voice came out of the four-legged creature.

"Her Reiryoku is above average level of a human – we already knew that, but it's been growing stronger for a while now. As a result, her reiatsu has also increased to a point where it will definitely attract the attention of others now," The cat explained, holding a serious expression.

The man, however, had a different look on his face. He simply smiled, a bit amused at this new tidbit of information. 'This girl was definitely proving to be interesting,' he thought.

"We'll have to take action soon," The cat continued.

"Train her?"

The cat sighed, "There's something about her that's different."

The man smiled while fanning his face, "She's no ordinary human that's for sure!" And he laughed jovially.

A/N: Is it just me or does fanfiction's spacing kind of bug you sometimes? It just doesn't work the way I want it to. Sigh. Oh well! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter though; I'll be working on the next! Reviewers shall be gratefully bear-hugged!