I do not any of the characters or the ideas created by Tite Kubo, however my OC and original storyline belong to me.

This is my first Bleach fic, so I'll continue depending on your reviews.

A small seven year old white haired female suddenly awoke from her restless slumber and she sat up quickly. Every ounce of her being was on the highest alert as she knew that that something was wrong, very very wrong. It was hesitantly that she arose from her bed and plodded over to her wardrobe, and slipped her white dressing robe over her pink and white frilly pyjamas and she put her feet into her fluffy slippers. Somehow she knew that the peace and tranquility of her home had been penetrated and something was telling her that her mother was in peril, grave peril.

She promptly swing her door open and she hurried down the stairs to the ground floor, her long curly white hair bellowing out from behind her. Once she was on the ground floor, she pushed her way into the living room and before she could even fathom to open the glass sliding doors into the gardens, she saw her mother kneeling on the cold hard ground outside and it was fear alone that she found herself paralysed and unable to run to her rescue.

The eerie silence from one moment to the was disrupted by none other then the materialisation of three monsters with similar masks. She was sure that she needed to run to her mother's rescue as she was sure that her mother was in danger, deep danger.

"Run Delilah hide!"

Yet before she could escape from the scene, she was meet with the most horrendous sight. These three incredibly tall and high spirt pressure monsters plunged forward and her entire body was shaking and she couldn't help but be paralysed in shock.

She watched in horror as these monsters devoured her and soon her mother's spiritual pressure desisted and disappeared. Tears cascaded from her eyes as she saw her mother's lifeless body and without the slightest hesitation, she turned her back and hurried up to her room, petrified that those monsters would return and come for her.

From the moment that she had entered her room once more, her entire body was overcome by shock, irrevocable undeniable shock. Her mother's death kept replaying in her mind and her body continued to shake and her horror-stricken tears continued. Her dear sweet Mama had perished and now she didn't know what her fate would be.

Delilah closed her eyes and pushing herself against the wall, she curled into a defensive ball and her mind was flooded with memories of her lovely mother and how she had managed to shield her from all of the horrifying things which existed within the world.

In her mind her mother's entire body formed. She saw her mother's curly brown ginger hair which fell gracefully to her hips. Her indigo eyes was perhaps the feature which she adored the most about her inherited features from her parents. Her breasts were perfect and her usual array of kimono dresses always made her mother appear regal. But what she adored the most above everything was her warm smile, and how no matter how much she achieved or didn't, her mother was always there to guide her and provide her with the love which she desperately required.

"Mama…" she sobbed quietly and soon after her whole body drifted of into an truly uncomfortable slumber.

…

Delilah suddenly woke up to see the blaring sun shining through her curtains, and as she clambered onto her feet, she heard a group of murmurs from what seemed to be coming from the garden below. And then…and then suddenly it hit her like an arrow piercing her already fragile heart, the night before her dear mother had been slaughtered by monsters.

She slowly made her way out of her room and down the stairs. The spiritual pressures she was feeling was something which she had felt before and she hope, truly hoped that her guardians had come to her rescue and to somehow help her mother's poor soul to cross over and be in peace.

Before she knew it what was happening she opening the sliding door leading to the back garden, she realised that she was indeed not alone.

Standing around her mother's body there were four individual each clad in a white kosode, a black kimono, a black hakama and a white obi slash. The woman had large breasts and curly ginger hair, another with short black hair and a third who was bold. Yet the forth one was the smallest yet with his special white cloak that she knew that he held at great deal more power and status then the others who were standing around her mother's lifeless family.

"With that much spiritual pressure, I am sure that this exiled soul reaper could have easily become a captain"

Delilah continued to stare at this smaller boy and his white spiky hair, which caused her to subconsciously twirl her own hair in her hands. Sure during her first few years she had heard about the soul society from her mother but she was certain that her delicate mother had never been associated with them on that level. And a certain amount of fury had began to gather within her chest at hearing how they considered her as none other then a lowly criminal who had escaped from their laws and regulations.

And then after a while she realised that four pairs of eyes were now resting themselves on her body and blinking one she noticed the littlest guy standing so close to her, that she was sure he was breathing on her.

"And who might you be that you are able to see us?" he asked her in a gruff tone, causing her to squirm in discomfort.

She eyed her mother's body and her mind tried to remember what her mother had specifically advised her to say in situations such as these.

"What's your name little one?" This time it was the kind looking woman who had spoken and Delilah recalled how her mother had clearly told her to refer to herself using her father's name, a father whom she had never seen and who had never been a part of her life.

"I'm…" she began to stutter as her fist clenched around the wall of her house.

"I'm Delilah Ukitake"

Hi I hope you enjoyed that, please review and let me know what you thought and who knows I may continue. :)