AN: hi to whoever is reading this! This is my first fanfiction, so please read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo. I do, however, own my OCs.
Prologue
— Amaterasu —
Hi to whoever is reading this. My best friend and younger sister, Urahara Himiko, decided that we should write a story about our lives to amuse whoever is reading this. Good, now that this introduction is over, can I start with the main story now? Ow! Himiko, that was my foot...
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Before I went to the academy, I thought all nobles were okay. Besides being stinking rich while the rest of us wallowed in our poorness, that is. Then, I thought they were the devil incarnated. Before I asked, I thought some of my father's friends beat friends were nobles (they were actually blackmailed and manipulated). But, there was one noble that was actually a good friend to the family. His name is Kuchiki Ginrei, captain of the 6th division and the head of the Kuchiki Clan. He visits us often, and when I asked why, he said it was because he owed a favor to my parents.
Oh, sorry. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Urahara Amaterasu, and for some reason, even though I like sticking with the rules, my little sis always succeeds in dragging me into to something that ends up in our punishment. 95%of the time. I'm about 160 years old now. Before you think I'm an old great grandma, I'll say this. For souls in the Real World, or in Souls Society, 10 year of time grants us one year of age. So, I'm a sixteen year old at heart. My little sis, Himiko, is 100 years old, but ten at heart (though she is as evil as a kitsune when it comes to deals and bargains).
He always told us stories about being a captain of so many Shinigami. Stories about how Shinigami give their lives for the sake of others. And about how they are the guardians of the souls who are going through the circle of transmigration. Also, about how they kill hollows so they won't eat other innocent souls. I found it amazing how they lead the Pluses to Soul Society, while the souls that were bad in life go to hell. He also told us about how Shinigami have enhanced durability. For example, while Shinigami could be injured and "die" like regular humans, it takes considerably greater injuries to kill a Shinigami than it would to kill humans. Apparently, decapitation is the only guaranteed method of killing a Shinigami.
Soon, when I was fifty-three, he started to teach me how to fight. More accurately, he was teaching me Kidō. Father was teaching me Zanjutsu, and Mother was teaching me Hohō... by playing tag. I was great with Zanjustu (fighting with a sword), mediocre with Hohō (high-speed fighting movements based on the Shunpo, or flash step), and excelled in Kidō (advanced spells that require strong spiritual power, Hadō and Bakudō), but was horrible at Hakuda, which was fight hand to hand combat. With my mediocre Hohō, I usually just struck out at pressure points. It helps to know where all the pressure points are on a human body.
Then, when Himiko was fifty-two (I was 112 at that time). He also started to teach her how to fight. Both my father and my mother helped, too. For some reason, she wasn't as good in kidō as I was, but was faster than I ever could hope to be in Hohō. Like me, she was a beast with Zanjustu. But unlike me, she was great in Hakuda, which made me scared to fight her without weapons.
Then, while protecting some first time Shinigami on a mission to defeat a hollow, he fell in battle. People say that the hollow that suddenly attacked after the first hollow was defeated was a Adjuchas, one that is much more powerful than a regular hollow. The Shinigami he protected made it out alive. Some said that one of the Shinigami he protected was his own grandson.
Our whole family was devastated by his death. To my parents, he was an old friend, and to us, he was like a grandfather and a phenomenal teacher. So, it wasn't surprising when a week later, we asked to join the Shinigami Academy, in his honor. I was 155, and Himiko was 95. This is where our real life began.
AN: Please review! No flames, please.