Hello dear readers! This story is going to be a part of a series of Bleach fanfics done in different points of views. This is the first point of view told by the 1 of the 5 protagonists recounting the Bleach storyline with slight changes and additions in it… Hope you like it!

(p.s. regarding my fanfic of El Pasado (no) se Queda en el Pasado, it's not over yet, I just really haven't had the time to sit down on my computer and write on it with good inspiration in me. But I will continue so just wait a little while longer guys! . )

Capítulo 1: El Susto con el Encuentro

"¡Delia sácame la basura, por favor!(1)" yelled my mom from the laundry room in spanish.

"Ok mom!" I yelled back. I walked to the kitchen and pulled the bag from the trash can, tied it up and carried it to the door while grabbing the keys on the counter on the way. I stepped outside and closed and locked the door behind me, putting the keys in my jeans pocket. I pulled my purple jacket tighter around me and shivered a bit. July was just about to start, I would soon start school next week and it was pretty rare to see a clear sunny day.

The humidity and coldness from the rain earlier had made the night air quite chilly. I sighed as I walked down the street to reach the dumpster.

My mom and I, plus a couple of my friends moved to Japan from Puerto Rico so we could have a better life here. Mom got a good job which she really liked. And thanks to Rosetta Stone, we learned Japanese pretty fast.

Though I learned to love Japan quickly, I missed my old home, my country, mi patria(2). I, for once, missed its heat, the loud traffic, the loud noises and constant sun all year round. But while my mom had us move to Japan in search of a better life, my friends parents moved all the way over here just to protect their daughters.

As I walked, it felt weird but good that I could go alone without much worry of somebody trying to get me. But I still had a feeling that something was wrong…

I grabbed the trash bag with both hands and threw it as hard as I could in the dumpster. I dusted my hands off and tried not to breath in the nasty smell.

But right when I was about to turn and go back, I heard a loud, howling scream from above me. I quickly looked up and saw this huge white and gray creature that sort of looked like a human falling down… and it was coming right at me.

I didn't know what to do! I tried to move backwards but I was so scared and nervous that I somehow tripped and fell back. And right when I was about to scream, knowing that it was the end for me, I heard somebody yell from somewhere.

"¡El Directo!" And a blast of light came out of nowhere, full of raw power, and at the nick of time, killed and disintegrated the monster.

I didn't know just how or what happened. All I knew is that I felt relief from not dying but still could barely move.

Suddenly I heard footsteps coming from my left where the street had an intersection with another, and through the cloud of smoke left behing from the strange "force", a tall figure appeared.

Since I was still so scared, I quickly scooted back. But as I did so, the figure came into view and was completely not what I expected. I froze.

He was very tall and clearly muscular and bulky. His eyes were covered by his shaggy, almost shoulder length, dark brown hair. He had a strong jaw, full lips and, from what I could tell with the dim street lights, light brown skin. His shirt had flower patterns on it and he wore simple, long dark pants.

When he saw me, his expression changed to worry and when he came running, that's when I noticed his right arm.

He had some sort of squared shaped spikes coming from his shoulder and wrists, as if shielding him. The arm was black but he had magenta stripe coming from the top spikes all the way to his hand.

My eyes popped open. I scooted back again.

"Are you ok?" He asked as he tried to get close to me and leaned down in front of me. His voice was deep but I could hear the kindness and worry in it clearly.

I yelled in my native tongue without thinking, "¡¿Qué puñeta pasó?(3) ¿¡Qué carajo era esa cosa?"

I could see his eyes now, and they opened up in surprise. I figured he didn't understand Spanish, though he looked a bit latino(4) to me, so I yelled at him again, "What the hell was that thing?"

He spoke again "It's called a hollow."

"Then what the hell is a hollow then?"

"I… don't know that much about them, but I do know that they're lost souls who have lost their hearts and feed on other souls. And humans."

I closed my mouth. So that's why I saw it!

People normally don't see ghosts, but I was one of the few that could see them. But I had never seen these "hollows" back at home.

He then asked, "You can see them too, right?"

I looked at him. He had a kind face, "Y-yeah…" and then I asked again, "Who are you?"

"My name is Sado Yasutora, but you can call me Chad."

"I-I'm Torres Delia. I'm not trying to be rude or anything but, what are you?"

Chad looked at his right arm, "I know I'm human, but I'm something else to though I don't know what it is. My right arm is called El Brazo Derecho del Gigante, but I'm pretty sure you know what it means since I heard you talking in Spanish a moment ago."

I wondered how he knew that, "'The right arm of the Giant'. Yeah. I'm from Puerto Rico… How did you know I was speaking Spanish?"

"I lived with my Abuelo in México for a while before moving back to Japan" he answered.

"So you're part Mexican?"

"Yeah."

I smiled at him, "Well it's nice to know there are familiar things here but at the same time very, VERY strange things!" I passed my hand through the top of my curly dark hair, which was tied in a tight bun. Somehow, this guy, Chad, had managed to calm my immense fright through simple and short talk, even if his arm had turned (I guess) into the powerful arm of a giant.

He got up and lent me his hand to help me stand. I slowly took it and felt that it wasn't actually as rough as I thought it would be. It was a bit leathery but soft to the touch. It was a strange feeling, but a good one.

When I stood, I let go of his hand and dusted off my jeans.

"Did you just move from Puerto Rico?" he asked.

When I looked at him again, I actually had to look up just to see his face. The dude was seriously tall, "Yeah, almost a week ago I continued more calmly, "My mom thought we could have a better life here so we moved and it's actually going pretty well… till tonight, of course" I realized what I just said and tried to correct myself, "It's not that meeting you was bad or anything. I-I just meant the hollow thing attack that kinda messed up my night. I'm glad I met you."

I smiled at him as he smiled back, "I'm glad I met you too, Delia" Chad looked behind me and continued, "But I think it's best if you go home. It's late and it's safer there."

Reality came back to me, "Yeah, you're right. Guess I'll go then. ¡Adiós!(05)" I said as I waved at him and turned around. But before I could even get a foot away, he said.

"¡Espera!(6)" I turned around. He really seemed to know his Spanish.

"¿Sí?(7)"

"You think we could see each other again?"

I smiled, "Of course! Maybe we could meet again later here. I live close by here."

"Okay then. Well I'll see you later" then he added with a smile, "Fue un gusto conocerte, Delia Torres(8)."

"¡Igualmente… Chad Sado!(9)" and he left.

I did the same and walked down the street back to my house. I locked the door behind me and walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. All the yelling had left my throat dry.

"¿Delia eres tú?(10)" my mom asked from another room.

"¡Sí, soy yo mami!(11)" I yelled back.

"¿Por qué te tardaste tanto?(12)"

I thought for a second and smiled "Me pareció ver una estrella fugaz bien grande en el cielo y me sorprendió.(13)"

Translations from Spanish to English:

(1)¡Delia, sácame la basura por favor!: Delia, take out the trash for me, please!

(2)… mi patria: my pride

(3)¡¿Qué puñeta pasó?: What the fuck happened?

(4)… latino: latin man

(5)¡Adiós!: Good-bye!

(6)¡Espera!: Wait!

(7)¿Sí?: Yes?

(8)Fue un gusto conocerte, Delia Torres: It was a pleasure to meet you, Delia Torres.

(9)¡Igualmente… Chad Sado!: Same here… Chad Sado!

(10) ¿Delia, eres tú?: Delia, is it you?

(11) ¡Sí!, soy yo mami!: Yes, it's me mom!

(12) ¿Por qué te tardaste tanto?: Why did you take so long?

(13) Me pareció ver una estrella fugaz bien grande en el cielo y me sorprendió: I thought I saw a great big shooting star in the sky and it surprised me.