Okay… I wrote this in maths because I was bored and right now as I'm typing this up I'm in media studies and typing with my left hand because my right hand is cuffed to someone for our project. (hangs head in shame). Victoria, SHUT UP!!
Okay, not in media anymore…
Ummm… Urahara raises Amaya after Chi dies, if that isn't obvious.
Emiko: It is already!
Amaya: Okay, okay.
Emiko: I win!
Amaya: I didn't say tha—
Emiko: I WIN AND DON'T YOU DARE DENY MY AWESOMENESS!!
Hanabi: (rolls eyes) You guys… stop it…
Amaya & Emiko: SHUT UP!! (continue arguing).
Hanabi: Just… read it…
Emiko: I WIN!!
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Amaya opened her eyes, clearing her face of all emotion as Unohana walked in. She looked tired.
"You okay?" Amaya queried.
Unohana nodded and went to shut the window.
"Please, leave it." Amaya begged. "I need the cold."
Unohana looked at her for a moment, and then left it. She handed Amaya a glass of purple liquid, which Amaya drank. Then she left the room.
Amaya's fake smile disappeared. Memories hurt so much…
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"Happy Birthday!!" Urahara roared, pulling the blankets off a sleeping Amaya. "You're twelve!"
"As if I didn't know that already." Amaya muttered, sitting up. "Ohayoo, Ojisan."
"Get up and get dressed! We've gotta go!" he chirped, sweeping out of the room.
Amaya quickly pulled on jeans and a black t-shirt, along with odd socks. Brushing her dead-straight silver hair, she ran to the front door and pulled on her sneakers, meeting Urahara out the front of the house.
"Where are we going, Ojisan?" she asked.
"You'll see."
They caught the bus, which seemed to cause a slight problem due to the fact that people couldn't see Urahara. Amaya paid her fare and they settled into their seats. Since he couldn't be seen, Urahara rode for free.
They got off in a part of town unfamiliar to Amaya, passing a place called the 'Kurosaki Clinic'. They walked a few blocks, then Urahara led Amaya down a street with a park on one side and houses on the other. Amaya felt a strong sense of déjavu. As they walked, they passed a playground in the park.
A girl who looked to be around Amaya's age sat on the swing reading a book. She had black hair with white streaks pulled back into a long ponytail and she was wearing jeans and a purple t-shirt. She looked up and met Amaya's ice blue eyes with her own. One was white and the other black. They widened, and then narrowed as the girl gave Amaya a glare that could kill. Amaya winced and the girl returned to her book, a tear sliding down her face.
"She seems familiar…" Amaya murmured.
Urahara led her up some steps in front of a tumbledown house. He pulled out a key and handed it to Amaya.
"Where'd you get this?"
He wouldn't meet her eyes. "It's yours."
Amaya rolled her eyes and entered the house. It had a distinct air of neglect and everything was covered in white sheets. Amaya turned to face Urahara.
"What's going on?"
"It's time for you to remember. I took these memories form you because they were driving you insane."
"Huh? Urahara, you're delusional."
"This was you mother's. I secured your memories in it."
Urahara fastened a silver necklace with a gem the same ice blue as Amaya's eyes set into the charm around her neck. Amaya gasped as her memories flooded back, collapsing as her mind went into shock. Urahara caught her before she hit the floor.
Amaya realised in a flash who the crying girl on the swing was. Jumping up, she ran outside to the playground. The girl was still there.
"E-Emiko-chan?"
Emiko slammed her book shut and stood up. "You left me. I can't believe you left! Eight years!!" Then she slugged Amaya in the face and ran off. Amaya hadn't seen her since.
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Amaya opened her eyes again and lay down. The sun had set. She loosened her grip on Arashi's hilt and cried herself to sleep.
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Emiko: I win!
Amaya: But… don't you go off and get bashed to death now? How is that winning?
Hanabi: Amaya, just… give up.
Emiko: I WIN!!
Hanibi: (drags Emiko out of the room)
Emiko: (screaming from down the hall) I WIN! I WANT POCKY! YAY! POCKY!!
Hanabi: (re-enters the room) I gave her pocky… that shoud keep her quiet.
Amaya: (puts head in hands) yeah, but now she'll be hyper…
Hanabi: (turns pale) I didn't hink of that. (runs out of the room)
Okay… finally alone. Any questions? More coming. Please review. Oh, yeah, I actually do wear odd socks… I'M NOT KIDDING!!
I DO NOT OWN BLEACH, OKAY?? I AM JUST A DELUSIONAL FAN WHO LIKES WRITING FANFICTIONS!!
HANABI LIKES RENJI!! … don't ask…
Arashi: haha Emiko punched you!
Amaya: I KNOW ALREADY!!
Emiko: No! Gimme pocky!! BANKAI!! Hahahahaha I WIN!!