An Unknown Occurrence

Hi you guys! I must tell you, Fangrlz inspired this story! Well Fangrlz is a Naruto fanfic but… All right now OCXRenji, here I fucking come! =3

Chapter 1: Phoenix

I stared, incredibly frustrated by the pile of homework towering hopelessly on my cluttered desk. My teachers detested greatly whether I was actually trying or not. School had to be such a pain in the ass. It just wasn't fair! I couldn't just read manga and do this butt-load of homework at the same-time!

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I hugged myself, as multiple water particles clothed my body. I closed my eyes, only just for a moment losing my breath. This was because showers were just that relaxing. After making sure my hair was properly rinsed, I bent downward to stop the water. And with a squeak that radiated from the old knobs the water stopped, as if requested to do so. My hair hung loosely, a few shades darker than it's usual dirty blonde. The cleansed hair clung to my head as I grabbed my cherry red toothbrush topped with a white paste that I plunged into my mouth. My tongue burned as the strong paste whirled around endlessly in my mouth. After doing a throughout check of my teeth, I walked into my bedroom with my damp towel hanging loosely around my waist.

I put on the usual under garments in which had the gayest color of neon green that tended them. Reaching for a pair of my only skinny black jeans, I decided to take advantage of the fact that my parents were asleep. I slipped on my shirt that a friend had bought me. How thankful I was. It came from the new mall around here; I am never able to go to any expensive places such as that. As an effect of that, she bought me an awesome shirt after I told her she didn't have to. It was ripped in multiple places, and had a heart only visible through deep trenches in the shirt. I completed this outfit with a thick brown coat, a black scarf, and high top converses. My father had strongly disagreed to my choice of clothing, but parents wouldn't understand style anyway, would they?

With that, I ignored the fact that my hair was soaking wet, and snuck past my mother and father's bedroom with mere ease. I covered the back of my head with the hood on the thick brown coat. Now, why was I about to go outside wandering around like a lost kitten? Well, it had become a habit after my friend and I snuck out of her house to see her boyfriend. Wait…was that normal? I shrugged, amused with my thoughts and opened the door as taught by my 'friend'. Gladly I was able to exit without a sound. Did you think I was going to say 'as quiet as a mouse'? Well, the mice in my house are NOT very quiet.

I shivered, as the wind touched my face. Everything was white, and in my book, it was beautiful. The snow happened to be falling; at this point it was relevantly peaceful. Sighing loudly, I began my nightly walk. A constant shrill ravaged down my spine, as the wind blew harder, and then softer, and then stopped, and was calm once more. I stopped, and placed my palm onto the side of an old tree that had been there since my birth. Closing my eyes, I felt the multiple creases, and rough spots that covered the vegetation.

In my world of calmness came a low rumbling sound. I stopped breathing as my eyelids slid open. A whimper escaped my chapped lips, as I tried to accept the image in front of me. There was no mistaking this illusion. It was a phoenix, flames bursting from every direction from the bird's huge body. My heart was caught in my throat. I couldn't swallow; it reminded me of going to the principle's office, only with ten times more shock. The flames grew larger, and I hissed as my body grew with agonizing heat.

"My name is-", the bird spoke, but the last word was unclear.

Waking up with a horrified gasp, I found myself on the ground beside the tree. Did the tree have something to do with that…? My body was warm. Was I getting hypothermia?! How long had I been laying here?! I jumped up, only to need the tree for urgent support. Walking slowly to the house, I sighed. Damn, I had locked myself out. I skipped half-heartedly to a window on the house. Beside the window was a grill that was as old as my baby blankets. I wasn't even sure it worked anymore. Opening the grill, a flash of light showed itself accordingly. Reaching in, I felt the key touch my fingers. Happily recovering the key, I skipped back to the backdoor. Knowing I could not do this quietly, I thrust the key in and twisted it, and pulled the door back as silently as I could. The key released itself from the doorknob noisily, and the door screeched until it was shut. I SWARE, my shoes are so fucking noisy today of all mother fucking days. I took off my shoes…and that's about as far as I got before I collapsed on my bed, and immediately fell asleep.

My head was spinning when I finally woke up; I was cold, which was extremely uncanny due to the multiple blankets crowded upon my body. I noticed an unfamiliar wet feeling on my forehead. Lifting the cold, wet item to my vision, I saw that it was a washcloth. My mother must have come in here. I really shouldn't have been surprised, but my body felt sluggish as if it were wounded. I had broken into a cold sweat; I could feel the fever vandalizing my body. I was frightened, had that fiery bird been a hallucination? Out of all the anime I have watched and or read, none of them contained a fiery bird! And what is more, your not supposed to be able to feel your dreams. That is a bit disturbing. Looking into the mirror seated on my dresser, I realized just how horrible I looked. My hair was tangled in so many uncountable ways, my eyeliner was smeared in every direction, and my face was pale with sickness. I scratched the back of my head, and ventured into the empty kitchen. Facing the clock, it read 4:36. I sighed, I had a thing for waking up to early.

I grabbed the fridgerator handle and pulled it back, hearing it clack as I did this. Cheese, raw meat, cooked sausage, eggs, rice, leftovers, and a variation of sodas crowded the fridge. Nothing really caught my interest, so I closed it and stared at the ceiling meaninglessly. Getting up and walking around at four-o-clock had its pros and cons. You feel all badass and sneaky, but you know, it's cold and it is sort of dark. Not that I was scared of the dark. Of course not! Just…. freaked out. All I wanted was sleep and maybe a short explanation of my fucked up dream that felt so real.

I laid in my bed my eyes refused to stay open. Every short moment of peace was cut off by the sound of tapping, the same thing repeating. Finally, my eyes permantly closed and I drifted into a deep sleep.

I gasped and my body felt like it was roasting over a fire, rather beside one. Beside me hovered the huge phoenix from before. Sparks where burning scars on my arms, and my eyes were burning from so much heat. This was not a dream; I could feel burns piercing my skin. I forced myself to look at the bird. It looked back, and I noticed it was desperately trying to say something to me. It was trying to tell me…its name.

"Tokumitsu Kifune!" The phoenix exclaimed in a roaring voice.

Suddenly I could hear everything, the cackling fire, the bird's voice, everything. I asked myself exactly what I should do in this situation. WWJD. (What would Jesus do.) I smiled at my random inside joke.

"Konnichiwa, I am Shannon." I said with dignity.

"Very well, you are my master, I am your Zanpakuto."