**Before you start (and I really do suggest you read this) because I'm not going to clog up all my other chapters after this, but I will remind, in each chapter, to refer to notes of first chapter, for those who may get a little impatient. I'm going to apologize now for anyone who may take offense towards the stereo typing. There will be a lot of it. I think. Most likely towards myself however. I want to keep you all in suspense so I'm not going to tell you why, but I'll let you all know this, I'm Hispanic. In any event, this story is not meant to insult anyone of any culture or of race, but it is a learning experience as two different worlds collide, brought up in two different lifestyles and so it's natural for people to act a certain way at first. Offensive comments and suggestions are going to be made. So if you're close minded, this is not for you. If you're all about freedom of speech, then enjoy. It will be pretty funny I guarantee. And there's a point, I promise, even if the point is…well… pointless.

To all my Asian readers some things may be purposely out of context, again, it's meant to be a learning experience so it should make sense, but if it does seem like I flat out made an error, let me know, I'll fix it. Being that I'm not of that culture, even though I do tend to visit one day, before I die, hopefully not close to before I die cause I do want to be at a very young age… anyway, I'm doing my best.

My Latin Peeps. You will see a lot of error especially in my writing only because I'm spelling out the words as how they sound rather than how they are actually spelled so that my non Spanish speaking friends can sound them out as well and I'll also translate the different languages but not in parenthesis. I don't like the way that looks. I'll translate them into action words either right after the comments are made or very close to and they wouldn't always be one hundred percent exact wording, but you readers will get the picture.**

Chapter 1

Brazo Derecho & Brazo Izquierdo

"I have a sister," the first words said from a typically quiet Chad, this Saturday morning, just before class was officially in session. Ichigo, Uryu, and Orihime gave Chad their full attention, heads turned in his direction from where they sat. Orihime, as bubbly as ever was excited to hear such news, she asked, "What is she like?" Chad looked down for a brief moment, ashamed as he admitted in his deep, monotone voice, "I really don't know." He looked up. Dark, long wavy bangs hid his disgrace, "We were separated after our parents died. Abuelo knew he wouldn't be able to raise mi hermana the way a girl should be, so he left her in the care of me tia's," his aunts. There was more to it. Like how Chad would only grow up to become a bad influence on his sister, a boy far too young who couldn't control his temper nor his hands. He overheard that argument the same night he last hugged his sister and told her he loved her. His friends didn't need to know that. It was also unfortunate how his family never kept in touch, no matter how many times he and his abuelo had tried. Chad never knew his sister. Orihime pouted in grief. She leaned over her desk and patted the back of his hand reassuring him. "It took me a while, but we found her," he smiled, not bothering to elaborate exactly who was we, "and she's coming here to live."

"Wow she is super CUTE!" The redheaded Chizuru exclaimed hardly containing herself as she charged from where she sat, arms out and fingers wide spread to get a handful of Orihime's large breast squished over Chad's left shoulder. Than a scream came from the four eyed pervert as a she took a closed handed fist to the nose from none other than Arisawa, Tatsuki. A loud thump, Chizuru fell back onto the floor. Everyone within the room grew silent and stared. As soon as each realized the situation they resumed back to their individual conversations as it was no big deal to them. Chizuru's lack of self control and Tatsuki putting her in her place was not an uncommon incident.

"How old is she?" Orihime continued to question, slowly easing back into her seat. Chad sat sideways in his chair so he could speak with his friends as a whole, "We're twins." Twins? Somehow a tall, muscular, wavy shoulder length haired Chad, in a flowery dress came to mind. A mutual thought as both Uryu and Ichigo suddenly quivered and muttered, "ew."

"Wow…"

"That's his sister?"

"Aw, fraternal twins!" Orihime shrieked the obvious. Ichigo chanced and borrowed his father's car, offering to pick up Chad's sister from the airport. Everyone too curious to wait, naturally came along. Uryu sat in the back with Orihime, Chad's frame to large for the back seat, he sat on the passenger side. Ichigo pulled up to a curb. Unfolding a printed out picture in his hand, Chad took a few seconds to memorize than placed it in his back pocket as he climbed out. He held the door open, thanking the gods for his height, searching, searching, searching. He had spotted her and slammed the passenger door shut sprinting in her direction, Ichigo shouting along sarcastically, "Yea, cause you know, it's easy to come by car windows! They're dirt cheap too!", but it was nice to see him excited for once, especially after all the gang had recently been through.

The Substitute Soul Reaper and The Last Quincy were struck paralyzed. "She looks nothing like Chad," Uryu managed to speak up after some time. Ichigo nodded his head in agreement. They were both staring at a divine creature, small in height, slender, but athletic as they could tell by the tone of her body and yet she maintained her femininity with curves the women of her culture were blessed with. Her complexion like that of Chad, Caramel, but it was sexy on her and what a blessing, for when Chad spun her in his arms the two fighters in the car were given a full look of her ass. They groaned in jealousy.

"…did I hurt you?" a distant small voice had asked and as the seconds counted, with no return response, she asked again, "Ishida-kun, did I hurt you?" The Quincy blinked. What was that annoying sound? The nerve of it to distract him from his fantasy! He turned to see Orihime staring with worry. When did she get here he wondered? He shook his head no. "Are we just going to sit here? Are either of you two going to help Sado-kun?", Orihime contested, then sighed in disbelief as neither made an effort to move. She opened up her door and proceeded to get out but Chad and his sister were already making their way towards the car. He seemed to have everything under control rolling a suitcase and carrying a bag over his shoulder for his sister.

"Uryu," Ichigo broke the silence, "come drive."

"Well it's about time you recogniz… oh I know what you're doing. I'm perfectly fine back here thank you," Uryu declined with a smug look on his face and folding his arms across his chest, deepening his back into the fabric of the seat. "Funny, cause not so long ago I recalled a whining little girl complaining about my driving," eyeing Uryu from his driver's side mirror, "you're good now Quincy?"

"Zettai ni," Uryu was definitely good.

Every step Chad's sister took fell in tune with every beat to each boy's heart. The closer she got, the harder and faster their hearts pounded. "HEY!" Orihime was clamoring from her seat, her arms and legs up, defending her body from being accidentally clobbered as both Uryu and Ichigo went at it, swinging at each other. Ichigo tried to pull Uryu towards the driver side while Uryu struck to fend him off. This was so embarrassing! Orihime practically fell out as she opened her door to escape, another car passing by, almost taking her with it. All three had quickly fell silent. The idiotic, hormonal teenagers left their seats too make sure Orihime was ok. A hand to her chest, she was gasping for air, but remained alive and unharmed. Chad and his sister drew near and the three quickly changed their demeanor. "Youkoso Sado-Chan!" Orihime quickly welcomed Chad's sister and bowed her head, Uryu and Ichigo quickly copying, "Youkoso." Enlightened, Chad's sister may not have known what they've just said, but she kind of got the picture. She was excited to meet the others. Chad spoke as much of the three as possible, she felt as if she knew them already and as a natural instinct, she approached Orihime first, hugged her, than kissed her cheek. Orihime's gray eyes widen in shock! Next in line was Uryu, than Ichigo and the boys practically melted in her grasp. "Oh I'm sorry," the poor foreign girl apologized and defaulted to, "Kon'nichiwa," the only Japanese language she knew very well, 'hi' than bowed as they did.

Chad placed his sister's stuff in the trunk and they piled into the car. The girl, she scampered towards the middle seat, in the back, between Uryu and Orihime. She felt so nervous, so stupid. Her head hung low, she scratched at the knee of her jeans. "So, is that how they say hi where you come from?" A soft, angelic, yet excited voice shattered the block of ice. The girl looked to her side to find Orihime smiling and eagerly awaiting her answer. "You… speak English?" How Yusu failed to tell his sister that was beyond her, however Orihime confirmed, "Oh yes! We all do." She sighed, "Oh! Thank God!" What a relief and than, as if realizing, she brought her hands to cover up her mouth, "I mean, uh, Buddha?" "Now that's offensive," Uryu disclaimed, pushing up the rim of glasses back above the bridge of his nose. The girl looked to him, "Purrdon. I'm so sorry," she repeated yet again. She knew that! Why did she say that? Feeling like a complete moron and in what, like less than ten minutes of her first day in a new place?

While adjusting his mirror, Ichigo glared at Uryu. It was the way Uryu spoke that sounded as if he was belittling. Chad and Orihime might understand, but that just really pissed him off. Uryu could've at least given the girl a chance to get to know him first so that later on she'd fathom that he was an ass like that.

The mirror just right, Ichigo saw her face, her sad almond shaped eyes hidden behind long lashes. She looked up and he saw how light brown they were, a small tint of yellow. Her full, pouty lips matched the sadness of her eyes. His heart fluttered. Oh God! He brought his hand to his chest. What was that? Whatever it was he was compelled and that intoxicating scent that filled the car the moment she entered, he could not withstand to see her unhappy anymore, and so he placated, "Lucky for us, none of us are really that religious." She found him in the mirror and smiled. Her smile revealed deep dimples on both sides of her cheeks and Ichigo had forgotten how to breathe.

"Why don't we introduce ourselves?", Orihime chimed. The pleasantry of her voice cleared the slate. "I'm Inoue, Orihime," she started. "Ishida, Uryu," Mr. Personality went next. From Ishida to the one driving, he started up the car, than pulled out onto the road, "Kurosaki, Ichigo." He glanced at her from his mirror again. She smiled and it took all of his will power to hold a shudder.

She was thrown a little by the introduction of the first and last name, but out of respect she preceded, "Rosa Sado." She had rolled her tongue to the R of her first name. So it sounded like she was purring. For future reference Rosa asked, "Do we always call each other by first and last names?" "Oh no," Orihime took charge, "This is our first meeting, though in our culture we do use last name first." "Ah." Rosa found this interesting. "But we're friends," Orihime reminded Rosa, "so first names are great!" "Yea," Chad added, "So be yourself." He too was watching his sister from the mirror, never interfering. She needed to find her own confidence and strength, but he was there to catch her. He was there to step in just in case, now and forever. He smiled at her and gave her the slightest of nods from the mirror just as she caught his reflection; a secret message to let her know that everything was going to be alright.

"We use last names as a form of respect and seniority," Uryu included as if Orihime forgot to inform Rosa the most important reason behind the usage of last names, which was probably true, but he said it so snobbishly, once again, irritating Ichigo, "Don't mind Ishida Rosa. He's still trying to convince himself that we call him by his last name cause he's superior to us, but in all reality he's still a nobody."

"Shut up Kurosaki!" Uryu retorted.

"Exactly. Kurosaki. Know your place."

Ichigo grinned. Chad chuckled. Orihime giggled. Rosa smiled. Uryu? He had no comeback and so he stared out the window, nostrils flared in anger, as one could tell, from the way the small area in front of his face fogged up. Rosa scooted closer to Uryu. With his hand at the side of his lap, Rosa gripped his fingers. He quickly turned to her. She kept his hand in hers and placed it over her lap. Her countenance never faltered. He was staring at his hand… on her lap. His hand… on her lap… and she was holding it. Acutely uneasy, practically shaking, face flushed Uryu didn't know what to expect! Than she leaned in, taking her time, the fullness of her lips pressed against his cheek and it was so, so warm. Uryu gave a goofy smile. His head swayed as if he was in a daze. Never noticing that Rosa just insulted him when she said, "That's ok Uryu. I get that you don't have a sense of humor. I'll have enough for the both of us." They all had laughed. Ichigo's was forced as Uryu came to, he glared at Ichigo through the mirror, superior after all since he stuck to his back seat.

The ride back home was very cultural. Rosa spoke fluently in Spanish and they didn't need to know that by simply asking. She always started a conversation in English, than somehow managed to find her way back into Spanish. She didn't use full sentences. They were more like phrases, some kind of emotion Rosa would express at the moment, they could only assume, like if she got excited about something or upset and definitely when she apologized. The whole language switch up could've made someone a little dizzy if they focused too much on it, but everyone were more enthralled by how comfortable Rosa became.

She never grew up in Mexico. She lived most of her life in New York and adapted to their lifestyle and how the people there spoke Spanish. Chad had even slipped up and everyone learned yet another secret of his, he still remembered the Spanish language! Regrettably Rosa couldn't recall the Japanese language. Unfortunately though the city occupied many nationalities, Spanish was far more overpowering. So it came natural to her. It was going to be really hard for her to learn the language again, but Yusutora encouraged su hermana, his sister, the Japanese language will all come back to her.

Rosa's luggage was dropped off at her brother's apartment. Everyone had went their separate ways for at least an hour, planning to meet up at Urahara's shop for dinner. Urahara, Kisuke, the man who made it possible for Rosa to be here with her brother. Of course he wanted to meet her. She wanted to meet him. She had to meet this mysterious man who'd take a stranger into his care by word of a sixteen year old boy.

That night, at Urahara's shop, Rosa met, Kisuke, Tessai, Jinta and cute little Ururu. Her adoptive family. They sat on their knees for dinner, Rosa last to eat. She chose to absorb, so that she may later fall into place. It seemed like they used a bowl for everything including drinking. She wondered what cups were for if they actually had any? What really blew her mind was the fact that every one had a bowl of some very strong alcholic beverage. What was considered underage drinking in Japan?

Kisuke was whom one would considered the cool adult. Also referred to as Mr. Hats and Clogs, judging by his image, he probably wore that hat and those wooden clacking sandals a lot. He owned a candy shop so naturally children and young adults were drawn to him. Kinda creepy if you really thought about it, but the younger children seemed happy around him and not paranoid or distant and though he had taken in a complete stranger, knowing full well of her past he was treating her like family immediately. So as far as first impressions go Rosa trusted and adored Kisuke.

They all had a good time conversing with one another. Rosa didn't say much when they asked her questions. Her answers were very short. She wasn't being self-centered or anything it was just that there really wasn't much interesting to tell. She didn't have a lot of privileges outside the system other than doctor appointments. There were those few small occasions where well behaved kids would get taken to the movies or parks. She talked about that, however she was far more intrigued by picking up her rice with chopsticks. Everybody was nearly halfway done. Rosa still had a bowl full Every time she thought she had it, inches from her mouth, it would fall back into her bowl. "Conyo!" she'd curse, damnit! Cute little Ururu took Rosa's chopsticks, craftily placed something in-between the sticks and tied it up with a rubber band. All Rosa had to do was pinch it near the tip.

After dinner and entertainment everyone left. Kisuke offered a room for Rosa, but she declined. She knew her brother's apartment was small, but he was her security she could not separate from at the moment. At home, once the two were ready for bed, Chad lying on a tatami mat while Rosa in a twin bed, he had set up in a corner, with a shoji screen of a bamboo tree for privacy, he heard her cry. He found her clutching her pillow and before he could ask what was wrong, like a child calling for her father with her arms out, Chad fell into her grasp. Rosa held him tight. He cradled her close, managing to keep his body on the bed and not shoving her off and the two fell asleep that way.

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