A new substitute is stationed in Karakura Town and here are her adventures - find out what happens when two awfully similiar Soul Reapers have to work together!

Note:
I CHANGED THE DATES! I started with 3rd April, but got very very lazy and I hope my motivation will come back... and I don't wanna live in the past.
As you can see, this is written in diary form.
I'm thinking about making the main characters experience more of their lives as normal teenagers (but of course there will be fights too): first love, maybe first time, first jobs, first glass of sake...? :) Rated T for safety, because I can't promise anything AND I curse..

Also, I have no idea about the Japanese school system and if they differ a lot from the middle European one: these stories take place in their last months of being high school students! Post-Fullbringers.
IchigoXGrimmjowXOC Friendship! Not sure if I'll make pairings, but I will probably write some fluffy parts. But it won't be too cheesy - so don't be afraid! ;)

P.S.: I don't own anything! The mighty Tite Kubo does (he is also a troll...)
P.P.S.: Please rate! and feel free to correct my English!
P.P.P.S.: Have fun! ;)

3rd May

Damn, this stupid town is already killing me. Just came back from killing an extremely ugly hollow (sometimes I think Kubo doesn't even care anymore about their looks?). Luckily I could hide myself and lower my reiatsu before the town's actual substitute Shinigami appeared.
"Huh, I swear I could feel it here…somewhere" he mumbled and scratched his head. I took a good look at him: the deep frown between his eyebrows and the pissed off sulk on his lips were enough to make me detest him even more.. and he spilled his reiatsu EVERYWHERE! Seriously, did the carrot want more hollows to come to the world of the living and tear him apart? Well, no problem for me, but...

I still hate the fact that my family and I had to move here – Ka-ra-kuuu-ra!
Gah... I loved my old town, our old house, my old bed and especially some close friends I found. I know I should be thankful that my father works himself until exhaustion, so that we can have a pretty life, but let's be honest:
because of the fact that he's such a hard worker, I don't see him very often (right now he's in Sweden, or anywhere else) and the relationship between me and my step-mum, Rachelle, could be better. And I doubt that Rory, my 2-year-old step-brother even knows my name.
Damn, this is getting depressing...

Anyway, back to my second, top secret life as a substitute soul reaper – the second one in the city:
I watched him leaving the park without feeling anything above the ordinary (like an unknown Shinigami's reiatsu). I bet he hasn't even noticed that he has new neighbours.
Ugh... even when I listen closely I can hear him arguing with his old man. And I desperately need curtains (damn Rachelle, for putting things in the wrong boxes) because when I look to the left and out the window, I can spot an orange-haired idiot coming inside his room and falling on his bed...
Hey, did the plush lion move? No, wait – he has a plush lion?