Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH. Tite Kubo does and I thank him for making such badass characters!!! ^_^
Warning: Some OOCness, swearing, and other stuff...
Chapter 1 – A call
[There is one thing that you don't do in any situation regarding Hollows.
Lead them to your house, and look like a complete idiot doing it.] –A Guide to surviving Hollows
--Miyoko's POV--
AGE: 17
YEAR: 12
I didn't know the difference. It was the third time this week that I was chased by one of these…monsters. I was special, but I didn't know why. The thing laughed, gradually coming closer and closer. "Stupid girl! Why don't you just stop running and give me your soul already?"
I gulped, and saw the roof of my house. My family would kill me if they found out that this…huge ass thing with a mask was chasing me. I reached an intersection, and turned left. People looked at me weird as I looked behind me frantically. Of course, they couldn't see it, and to them I was looking at air. I cursed, and continued to run. I was running out of breath, and the thing was coming closer.
"I'm dead …" I muttered to myself.
I stopped, and turned around, bracing myself. 'Well this is one way to get yourself killed isn't it?' I thought to myself. The monster reached out with both hands, its mouth wide open with delight. I closed my eyes, and waited.
And waited.
…And waited.
I didn't feel any different. I opened my eyes to see the thing stagger backwards, screaming in agony. I observed more, and found a bright blue arrow stuck right between the monster's eyes. Where did that come from? And why was I still glued in the same spot? Shouldn't I be running?
"Are you alright?" a deep voice asked.
I spun around, finding a fairly tall, lean figure that had glasses and the same school uniform as me.
"…Ishida-kun?" I asked.
He frowned for a moment, and then gasped quietly. "M-Miyoko-san?" he asked back.
I looked around, and saw that the monster was long gone.
"You…can see them?" he asked. I nodded.
"Do you know what they are?" he asked again.
"Well…no."
He seemed to be ignoring me, since I could hear him talking to himself. "This cant be right. She couldn't have this much reiatsu…What's going on..?"
"Ex-excuse me?" I asked. I glanced at my watch, and saw that I was late. Really late. Father would kill me once I got inside the house.
"Oh. Sorry. I was just thinking about something," he pushed up his glasses, and looked at me.
"What were those things?" I asked. He hesitated for a moment.
"Hollows. Lost souls that feed on humans."
"...Hollows..." I trailed off.
"Is there a problem?" he asked, looking at me curiously.
"I have to get home. I'm late and Father...well let's just say that you don't like to see him when he's angry."
"Do you have an excuse?" he asked, walking towards me so I didn't have to talk so loudly.
"No I don't. I can't say that I was chased by a ghost. He doesn't believe in that stuff."
Concern washed over him for a moment. For a second I thought that I saw a kinder, softer side to him. He was always anti-social and cold at school.
"Just say to him that you had an extra-curricular activity," he said.
"Wait, how did you get rid of that Hollow?" I asked.
"Never mind. You should go home." He turned around, and started to walk away as if nothing happened.
"...Thanks Ishida-kun," I said, and started to walk in the other direction.
"You're welcome," he replied, but I was too far to hear.
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"You're late." Father looked away from his paper to glare at me with his dark eyes.
"I'm sorry Father. I had something at school," I replied, bowing my head.
"It doesn't matter. You are to go to your room without dinner. Leave," he went back to reading his paper, leaving me in silence.
I sighed, bowing again, and left his study. I had to be formal at home. Father came from a poor family, and ever since his business started to bloom, he wanted the best for us. One of those ways was to be unwaveringly strict. And stiff. I hated being like this. I wasn't allowed to be myself.
I walked down the hallway, regretting the fact that I didn't have much lunch and now was forbidden to eat dinner. I passed my brother, Totori.
"Hey there Toto," I said.
"Did Dad scold you again?" he asked.
"That's a first, you're not mad at me for calling you Toto."
He shrugged. "Whatever."
"You're lucky enough to call him Dad," I yawned, my eyes glancing at a nearby vase, and into the kitchen. Mum was inside, cooking.
"Not really. Do you want me to sneak dinner up for you again?" he asked.
"If you want."
"Which is a yes. It's your fault you hardly eat anything."
"Smart ass."
He walked off, laughing.
I walked up the stairs, walking into my room, and closing the door. My walls were decorated with posters, and bookshelves filled with manga and other novels. Great.
I never got along with my father. I didn't think I would. What was worse was that I was the only one who was a left hander in my family. Father decided to think that I was handicapped, therefore, no longer of any use. He favoured Totori (a name a got for him). His real name was Keitaro, meaning 'Blessed' and of all things he was the second child.
I fell to my bed, face down. "I hate my life." I muttered to myself.
The saying 'you can never choose your family' came to mind. I turned face up again, and stared at my ceiling, the pure white almost blinding my eyes. I closed them, thinking.
And for some reason, Ishida came to mind. He saved my life. Among all the people who I wanted to save me, it was him. The one who always went to Handicrafts Club after school and got top grades in every exam. He was the nerd. I wanted to know more. What exactly was his personality? What did he value, cherish? What made him so…closed up towards others?
Curiosity got the better of me, and I sat up, my eyes wide open. I felt like a scientist. I wanted to keep on studying him until kingdom come. Then I thought: "Ok, now I sound like a stalker."
There was a knock on my door. "Come in," I said. It was Toto.
"Here's dinner," he said, giving me a tray, filled with a plate of spaghetti, a glass of lemonade, and a small basket of garlic bread.
My mouth watered. I didn't eat anything since this morning.
"Thanks bro. I love you." I said.
"Don't say anything like that. It sounds weird. You're lucky Dad doesn't suspect me," he replied, putting the tray on the desk.
"Keitaro? Where are you?" my father's voice crept up the stairs.
"That's my queue. Call my phone when you're done," he walked out of my room, closing the door quietly.
Thank God I had a brother like him.
There is chapter 1! I'm currently working on other chapters so please review if you want more!!
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