So if you have read my one shots you'll see my OC, well I'm putting her in an actual story so no one gets confused! I'm doing the prologue to see if anyone's interested in it!

Well here we goooo! I don't anything in or relating to Bleach….just my OC and the plot :D!

About 400 years ago…

"I'm going to die."

That was the only thing going through the young child's mind. That and the heavy footsteps that were closing in on him. He couldn't afford to slow down now. God damn, where was his master when he needed her? Oh that's right she's probably in her office just drinking sake, laughing her ass off at him. Why couldn't his father have chosen someone else as his master? This crazy bitch was going to get him killed one of these days.A loud roar ripping through the air let him know that he was slowing down. He couldn't keep running like this. If only his master had taught him how to use Hoho!

I'm going to teach you Hoho

What? Really?! When?!

-Smirk-You'll see…

Yeah she picked him up in the middle of the night and dropped him somewhere in the Rukon! Leaving him with no food, or water, hell not even a sense of direction to help him get home! He'd been wondering in one direction to get home, and then he ran into the Hollow. At the rate he was going, he was gonna die. He started searching for a way to hide, just till he could wait out the Hollow. Damn it all! That was when he spotted a low branch. He picked up his pace, jumping and catching the branch with both hands flinging himself up into the tree. He kept spinning till he saw a good branch to land on. To keep it safe he moved up a few more yards.

Then he sat still, concentrating on his breath just like his master taught him how to. It was a waiting game now. The Hollow had sensed that he stopped moving, and so it sat where it was. He got unlucky this time around, but he wasn't going to move till the damn thing left. The last time he moved to early it almost cost him his life, but another Soul Reaper saved him. Well it seems like his master took care of that this time.

He didn't how much longer, but the Hollow got antsy and started to move. He shifted ever so slightly so he could look down. The sun was setting, so he could see the shadow coming his way. The Hollow didn't look that big, but then again he was high in a tree. He watched it.

It looked left then right. Scratched its head and looked like it was trying to decide where to go. He apparently knew that he'd disappeared but didn't know where he went. There was two options.

The kid knew Hoho and got himself out of there.

The kid was hiding somewhere close by.

Seeing as how the latter made more sense the Hollow went off in the right direction. He waited, till he couldn't hear the heavy footsteps anymore. Even then he waited some more, till he deemed it safe to start moving. He knew he had to go towards the sunset to get home. He made sure to stay in the trees as he moved. He couldn't more than little bursts of Hoho, but it was enough for him to get home quicker.

He thought he was in the clear.

Until a huge hand came from his left side and smashed him through some trees into a clearing. He knew that his left arm was broke, as he turned towards the monster.

"I knew that you were nearby my precious dinner." Those red eyes. He glared at them, he was sick of seeing those eyes.

"If you gonna eat me then do it quickly." The defeat was clear in his voice.

"So this is the end then? Hu, What a useless user."

'You think I wanted to die this easily?'

"You almost died trying to make ramen when you were five remember that?"

Despite he was going to die, he laughed a little. At least he wasn't gonna die here alone. There was so much he wanted to do. He was going to show his master that he could become a Captain. That he would surpass her one day. Or so he would have liked to, but this was the end of the line for him. He heard the heavy footsteps coming in his direction. He closed his eyes. So this was the end of him…

The Hollow let out a shriek, and he snapped his eyes open. There in front of him was the one haori that he hated the most. The one gold, and two white marks in the diamond signifying the 3rd Squad Captain. Her blond hair, and red haori billowing in the wind, as the Hollow was diminishing in front of her. It then was turned into a white butterfly. It landed on a fragile looking hand.

"Judgment has been passed. You will go on to the next cycle and get further instructions." He voice was soft but sturdy. Never wavering as she commanded the butterfly like it was one of her men. It then flew off, into the sunset. Then there was silence between the two.

She turned her head towards him, not caring that her hair covered her face. "You were so willing to die right here and now. Why?"

"Why do you insist on throwing me into dangerous situations that you know I can't get out of?" It flowed out of his mouth like it was on Vaseline.

She turned away from him. "So long as you are my pupil, and I am your master you will not die this easily. There is a method to my madness. Let's go back and see Hirishiro. He will do something for that arm of you."

"You, yourself can do medical kido perfectly but you insist that Captain Hinamori heal me why?" He could see her tilting her head left and right a little bit. She always does it when she's contemplating something.

"Do you think that I will always be there when you get injured?" She had a point, and he hated to admit it.

"I'm not stupid I know you won't be, but you are here and now." He watched her, as she watched the sunset.

"Let us return home."

Home.

It used to be the Kuchiki Estate with his father and grandfather. But ever since he started learning kido, it was not safe anymore. He once woke in a panic and had accidently unleashed a kido spell into the wall. Thankfully no one was hurt in the process, but his father was furious. Ever since, he lived with his master.

They arrived at the western gate in record time. Jidanbou opened the gate at the sight of the crimson haori on the female's body. "WELCOME BACK CAPTAIN AND BYAKUYA KUCHKI!" The large man bellowed in their faces.

"Thank you, Jindanbou." It was short sweet, and to the point, but he voice was slightly louder, and if he looked at her face she was smiling. Byakuya himself just hned. They walked in, and the gate was closed behind them. She stopped after a couple of steps. And turned to face him for the first time that night.

She brushed her bangs out of her left eye. Both of her ruby eyes were reflecting the moon in them. Her lips were slightly parted, one delicate hand holding her chin as her thumb brushed her lower lip. Her haori was different from the rest, the left sleeve was removed, just a strap remained and it sat around her shoulders leaving them bare. It was tied in the front with a gold obi, she says she got from her eldest brother. Her left arm was completely covered in bandages, including her hand. Her hamuka went all the way down to her toes, just barley covering them. And he knew for a fact that under her haori, she had bandages across her chest and no other clothing. To many she was the ideal picture of beauty, but when people complimented her she shied away. But to other she was just Squad Three Captain Angel Skywalker, the Angel of Death. Known to take on armies of thousand on her own, and come back almost intact. She was one of the most powerful Soul Reapers to date.

"Does something feel off to you?" She looked him in the eyes.

He looked around, it was night already so it wasn't that unusual that no one was out. Then he remembered, it was Saturday night. People would normally be loud as hell, and having parties everywhere. Suddenly a figure flashed in front of them.

She recognized him right away. "Shunsui? What are you doing here, don't you have a party to be crashing?" A real smile graced her lips, but it fell as he was not responding with his usual laughter. Shunsui Kyoraku was her fourth seat, he was notorious for drinking on the job with her, and hitting on lots of women. But his usual goofy grin was replaced with seriousness.

"Captain, the Lieutenant has gone missing." She blinked at him for a moment.

"What kind of joke is he trying to pull this time? Hm?" She smiled weakly.

"Captain. All they found was his badge." Her eyes widened, jaw went slack. And for the first time ever, he saw her eyes start to water. She grabbed onto his shihakusho, tightly as she clenched her teeth.

"Kyoraku this is not funny anymore. Where is my Lieutenant?!"Another figure appeared beside her. He removed her hands from the fourth seat.

"The Lieutenant has been reported MIA by my Lieutenant." She looked into sapphire eyes. The man in front of her was her other half. Where she had blond hair and red eyes, he had black hair and blue eyes. She just barley reached his shoulder, but he never acted like he was better than her, because she was simply shorter than him. They were both equal when it came to skill on and off the battle field. The most feared tag team in Soul Reaper history. His haori had one gold stripe and one white one. He wore it like almost every other captain, full sleeves, and the appropriate clothing underneath. His right arm and hand were completely cover by bandages, his hakuma ending just about his ankles. The only person who could quell the monsters threatening to take over his master every time she let herself go. He was Squad Two Captain Damon Nightwalker, the Demon of Life. When Skywalker took to the battlefield, he held the first line of defense, just himself, his lieutenant, and hers. Just in case she ever lost it on the battlefield, only to be her sanity, when she could not find it herself.

His heart broke when he realized that her cheeks were wet. It was not raining, no it was her finally showing some other emotion beside rage, calamity, or happiness. He never wanted to see her like this, so he turned away. He could hear her quiet sobs. Could hear Captain Nightwalker as he told her there was search parties all over where he had gone missing. He looked over at the fourth seat, only to find the Squad 2 third seat with him, Yoruichi Shihoin. She looked at the young child, and pulled him over to where she was standing. Pulled him close and covered his ear, not before telling him everything would be okay. He had not known it at the time, but he too was crying.

Crying because when his master needed him he could not help her. No matter what kind of hell she had put him through, he knew it was to make him stronger. He could feel the medical kido in his left arm that Yoruichi was pumping into him, but he didn't care. He felt her pull him with her as she walked back to Squad Two. And once he had thought it was over he heard her. Heard her give up and cry harder, hearing her loud sobs as she knew. She knew that he wasn't coming back. She had just lost someone she trusted with her life, to watch her six as she watched his. Byakuya stopped, and turned around to see, what he now knows to be the last bit of emotion for a long time from her, as she clutched her other half pulling him as close as possible as she kept crying, and could see her shaking from where he stood. For once it was the Demon comforting the Angel, as she just lost a piece of herself…
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He didn't hear from her for months after that, and even when he did it was to tell him that Yoruichi would continue to train him as she was not fit to anymore. How could she protect her pupil if she couldn't even save her own Lieutenant?

Once he was shipped off to the Shino Academy he heard that she had accepted her new Lieutenant after 20 long years. That she was finally smiling again, when Mitskani Hinamori's baby girl was born, naming his master as her godmother. He felt himself smile, maybe she would come by and see him, surely she had to of known he was there.

It was a day that his class went to the Rukon to help out the worse ones that he came to learn she had come looking for him. Saying that she wanted to talk with him, but he was out, there was something she wanted to give him. Sure enough there was a box on his bed when he went back to him dorm. Being in nobility he had his own room, he sat on the best and took off the lid. Inside was a white silk scarf. It was specifically made for his family. Being passed down to each first male of the next generation, he would be the head of the clan someday. Underneath it was a letter.

Bya-chan,

I know I haven't seen you in the last two decades, but I'm so proud of what you've become so far. I know greatness is in your future. This is from one of your ancestors, wanting to give it to the one I thought was worthy to wear once again. You will be the 28th head of the clan in the future. I know you'll be a great Captain one day. Wear this, and come see me sometime. You know I skip on paperwork. I didn't mean to abandon you like that, you always will, and always have been my favorite pupil Byakuya.

Love your Master,

Squad Three Captain Angel Skywalker

P.S. I'll always be watching over you.

The very next day, she and the other captains and their lieutenants went missing. All except for her new Lieutenant who became Squad Ten's new Captain, Isshin Shiba.

He knew something was wrong. They all wouldn't vanish unless they got the order to by her. Something had happened on her last mission, and he was going to become Captain and find out what it was.

Alrighty, this is just the prologue, I have a lot planned for this story but only if there's a good number of people who are interested in it.

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