A/N: Alright, so this is my first fanfic. Reviews would greatly appreciated, I'd like to know what you guys think of my writing. Thanks everyone!


Chapter 1

Black hair that hung down her back and covered her eyes as she bowed her head, and with large blue-black eyes that peered out from the curtain of hair when it was finally let loose. No more than the age of 13, she was proficient with a gun and the youngest member of her gang. She had started out living with her brother, before he was killed.

-Flashback-

"Nii-chan, I'm tired..." she whispered, looking up at her 18-year-old brother. She was clutching onto his arm. Her brother smiled gently down at her tiny 8-year-old form. Her long black hair was tied back neatly in a fairly low ponytail.

"We'll get home as quickly as possible, Yuki."

"Mmm..." she smiled sleepily. Suddenly, her brother stopped in his tracks. Yuki looked up at him. "Nii-chan? What's wrong?" Standing in front of them was an orange haired boy and a white haired boy. The white haired boy couldn't have been older than her, only 8. He looked frightened and not willing to be there. The orange haired boy looked around 15 or so. Holding a gun that was pointed directly at her brother's chest, the orange haired boy threatened him.

"Give me all your money or die!" he demanded.

"I have none. I was just out for a walk." Her brother calmly stated. He was clearly trying not to draw attention to the fact that there was a little girl who was standing partially behind him. The boy's gun hand began to shake.

"Then I'll just have to kill you!" As he pulled the trigger, the bullet was released and shot straight into her brother's chest. Yuki screamed as the loud bang of the gun shocked her. Her brother sank to the ground, blood leaking from his mouth. Yuki's eyes opened wide. She knelt by her brother's side and cradled his bleeding body in her arms.

"Nii-chan? Nii-chan?" Yuki's eyes were overflowing with her tears. She was old enough to understand that her brother, Kuchiki Byakuya, was dying. He was dying because a random gangster had just shot him because he had gone for a walk with his little sister. "Nii-chan, don't die, please! I-if you die, it'll all be my fault! If I hadn't wanted to take a walk with you..." she broke off, sobbing.

"Hime...Don't cry...I'll be there for you...always..." He said weakly. Tears poured from those onyx eyes that had the strangest tint of blue. His blood...redder than she had ever known it was. Hime...that was always his pet name for me...He told me I was his princess. That I was the one he would be willing to die for in order to protect me...He's dying because of me. It's all my fault! He was bleeding, far too badly for anyone to save him. His onyx eyes, so identical to his little sister's, focused on her with difficulty. "Hime...Yuki...I love you...don't cry...okay?" He managed a weak smile. His eyes closed as he exhaled his last breath, he fell limp in Yuki's arms, dead. Yuki stared unbelievingly at his corpse.

"Nii-chan...Nii-chan! No! Nii-chan...Nii-chan can't be dead!" She sobbed hysterically. She screamed her grief to the skies. The white haired boy watched this all in silence. Timidly, he crept up next to the girl.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered. She turned her grief-filled and tear-stained face towards him.

"What...what could you understand? How can you be with him after he killed someone?" she whispered, her spirit clearly broken. She had just seen her brother get shot and die in front of her, in her arms.

"I'm sorry...I didn't know that he would do this..." he murmured again. Yuki turned away from his, stroking her dead brother's hair. Hugging his dead body to her, she rocked back and forth, muttering unknown words. Clearly she was still heart-broken, and judging by the looks of it, they had just killed her only family. Ichigo, how could you do this? To a girl as young as her...I think she's the same age as me... "What's your name? I'm Hitsugaya Toushirou." He asked her softly. She looked at him sadly.

"Kuchiki. Kuchiki Yuki. Like your hair...snow..." He smiled at her.

"Yeah, your name means snow. My hair is the colour of snow. What a good match!" he said. She smiled weakly at him. The police were here by now. They saw her talking to a boy, and this boy calming her down. They gently took Byakuya's body from her arms, and asked her if she wanted to come with them. Yuki nodded slowly.

"Shiro-chan...Please come with me..." she begged of him.

"I...I can't..." he replied sadly.

"Oh...What's that guy's name..." she looked down at her feet.

"Kurosaki Ichigo." Toushirou replied.

"Alright...bye, then."

"Yeah...bye." he whispered. "I hope I'll see you again." She nodded. Stepping into the ambulance, she was gone.

-End Flashback-

"Yo! Kuchiki! Where are you?" a voice called out.

"Over here, Abarai-san." She replied. 4 years had passed since her brother's death, and she had not seen Toushirou again. She was still a petite girl, short for her age. The door burst open and a man with long red hair pulled back in a ponytail stood before her. Abarai Renji, the leader of their gang. Notorious for killing anyone who stood in his way or betrayed their gang, he would even stoop as low as to kill a member of his own gang.

"There you are, Kuchiki! Come on, we have to go meet another gang. They're going to help us kill somebody." She nodded and got to her feet, following Renji out. The rest of their gang followed them outside and to the other gang's hideout. Yuki knocked on the door. The door opened, and the person framed in the doorway was none other than Kurosaki Ichigo.