Well isn't this a surprise? Your dear author's writing another story! I think that this will be the best one yet! And don't worry I'll still continue FNAM. I think that I'm getting better, and I still think that it could be a great story. I just have problems with dialogue and pacing. Well I've been stalling long enough Let's Go!

The light of the sun reflected off the river in a way too beautiful and happy for her mood. There were few people walking around the banks. A mother was shooing her kid away as he kept jumping in the nearby puddles. A boy and a girl who both would have been around her brother's age were passionately kissing and petting each other. The image disgusted her, but also made her feel a bit sad.

Had he even kissed a girl before he died? Karin wasn't really interested in boys, but she had no doubt that he had been interested in girls. He had been almost sixteen for god's sake! Surely someone his age would have had a couple girlfriends by his age. But as she thought about it some more, she realized that he most likely didn't.

After all he never did bring one home. And when dad teased him about it he would hit him and call him a pervert.

He was just too honorable to purposely think of anyone that way.

(unlike that… Thing.)

Karin noticed the things that most people couldn't see, that some didn't want to see, but others wished they could see.

She both hated and pitied those people. They could stay happily ignorant of the spirit world and the monsters that came with it, but still they wished that they could have the ability to see the dead, maybe even speak to them like ghosts have nothing better to do then to do then be annoyed by them.

"Hey Karin Chan!"

Great. The panty sniffer had found her.

"Karin Chan!"

She silently mumbled something very obscene under her breath, and turned around to briefly face… "It".

At first glance, someone might have mistaken him for her brother. His orange hair was spikey as always, if slightly longer than usual. His eyes were the same, His style of clothing was the same, his lanky build was the same, even his voice was somehow the same.

But he wasn't.

And never would be.

"Karin… Chan!" Ichigo's body snatcher said breathlessly as he finally caught up to her.

Karin closed her eyes and frowned. She had taken to ignoring him and pretending he didn't exist just like the ghosts. The only time she would ever speak to him was when she was forced too.

"Wow! What's with the silent treatment?"

He Knew exactly why she was doing this, and yet he kept trying to talk to her, like she was one of the girls he had over once a month.

He may have convinced dad, Yuzu, and Ichigo's stupid friends that he was Ichigo but she knew the truth.

She didn't want to admit it at first. She had thought that after he returned that he was just acting strange. Maybe he had finally left the World of the Shinigami behind, and became a normal teenager. Wouldn't that had been great? Ichigo would no longer need to fight and get hurt.

It took her so long to figure it out that she felt stupid for believing that he was ever Ichigo in the first place. It had been so obvious.

Ichigo didn't flirt.

Ichigo didn't whine.

Ichigo didn't come home with bruises.

Ichigo wasn't some pansy who got upset after a bug died.

And most importantly Ichigo didn't smile.

It was such a rare thing to see him smile. But when he did… It wasn't the creepy constant smirk that this imposter had.

It was a smile that said that everything would be alright.

"Karin Chan?"

She turned around and stared at him. His face was etched with concern and pity

"Look, I know you know that I'm not Ichigo but he would-

"Shut up!"

Karin had had enough. It was one thing for him to try to win her love by acting more and more like him, but actually admitting what she had realized just a short while ago…

It was just too much for her to bear

"I know You're not Ichigo! So stop acting like you are him."

"And… Just die already!" She yelled as her voice broke.

The imposter looked dumbstruck and shocked by her hurtful words. He then sighed and looked at her with concern.

"Karin… Are you crying?"

Karin didn't realize that she was. She rubbed her damp cheeks and turned her head.

She couldn't believe it. She was actually sobbing like Yuzu when one of her dolls broke, or like dad when he was being immature.

It was just like before mom died.

"Come one Karin Chan… Let's go home… It's starting to rain…"

It was.

Wow…

I Think I did pretty good if I do say so myself!

For those of you wondering I decided to do something different, and toy with the idea of Ichigo sacrificing himself valiantly, defeating the big bad but dying in the process.

Sure he died a hero, but what about his loved ones? How is Orihime holding up for example? Will Karin now learn the truth about her heritage? If so, what kind of powers would she develop. All these questions will hopefully be answered in the next chapters, so be patient okay!

Thanks to all of you who gave me advice and are constant inspirations to my writing! I wouldn't have come this far without all of you!

Stay silver!