Author's Note: So how does everyone feel about the story so far? Not dark enough? Too much OOCness? Too much randomness? Not enough actual story? I've done the best I can, but I would still like people to review ^.^ I know not many people have me on their favorites (no one sadly :'() but someone does have me on their alerts! Thank you SO MUCH OkamiXaia! Huge thanks for your support! I hope you like this story 3 And anyways, on with the story! *curtains open in a whoosh*

I sighed as I pulled on my school uniform. Rubbing my eyes again, I glanced into my mirror. I don't look too tired… Even my mental voice was mumbling this early in the day. It was three am, per my usual waking up time. I started to stretch out my body, trying to feel if I had unconsciously damaged myself anyhow.

Let's see… She (Rukia) is going to show up at my school today… Should I tell my friends…? I questioned. Images of the Pact flashed across my mind, all of them smiling or smirking at me confidently. Then images of Chad, Uryu and Orihime came next, separately. I think that Chad, Uryu and Orihime find out later… I realized that Orihime and Chad got their powers during the race Uryu had challenged Ichigo to. Yeah. They find out later. Ishida realizes immediately, but I won't tell him. I'll only tell the Pact. They deserve to know. No… They need to know.

Glancing over at my desk, I noticed that Sloth's notebook seemed to have avoided my bag like the plague, and was sitting in the middle of the desk while my bag was on the chair. For some reason I have the sudden opinion that this notebook is prissy. I thought, picking it up and examining it. A nock on my door brought me out of my thoughts.

"Sydney? Are you awake? Can I come in?" It was Mr. Kurosaki. I sighed a tiny bit before fixing my posture and becoming more professional, rather than looking like a teenager that had just woken up from about five hours of sleep.

"I'm awake, you can come in." I told him, raising my voice a tiny bit before I turned to my desk and unzipped my bag, putting the pink notebook inside of it. I heard the door open and Mr. Kurosaki come in.

I zipped up my bag before looking at him and surprise overtook me at seeing him in his pajamas. "Mr. Kurosaki? What's wrong?" I asked, noticing he had a slightly green look to his face.

"I'm afraid I'm sick, Sydney-chan. I came up here to see if you were, as well. Are you feeling well?" he asked, leaning on my wall. I gave him a gentle lopsided grin.

"No, I'm feeling fine. I have to go to school today, anyways. Something important is going to happen!" I told him, trying to tone down my obvious excitement. He looked at me surprised.

"Oh? What's happening today?" he asked me curiously.

"N-Nothing…" I said, putting an embarrassed hand on my chin and looking away while tapping one of my feet on the ground.

"Uh-huh." He said, crossing his arms good-naturedly. I laughed lightly, looking at him.

"You're so good at reading me, Mr. Kurosaki! We're getting a new transfer student today! I have to go meet her!" I said in an excited, but quiet voice. He laughed lightly before coughing.

He opened his mouth to say something, but I interrupted him somewhat-politely. "Mr. Kurosaki, you should lie down. I'll have Yuzu put you're breakfast in the fridge." I said, grabbing my stuff and ushering him out of my room gently. He smirked at me lightly before nodding gently in agreement.

"I suppose you're right…" he said as I exited my room and closed the door after me. I watched as he trudged further down the hallway to his room. "Good luck at school today Sydney!" he called after me, raising a hand in a wave. I nodded but realized he couldn't see it.

"Thank you Mr. Kurosaki. I hope you have luck today as well, make sure you get better." I told him before heading down the stairs to gobble down Yuzu's delicious cooking.

And the second I stepped down the stairs, I had a gigantic WTF moment. Apparently sleeping for five hours equals not remembering the previous ten hours of pure epicness with a golden Zanpakuto and killing part of your house. But I had shaken my head nonetheless, and started up a vibrant conversation about it with the twins. Apparently they didn't remember anything. That's right… Rukia did use that thing on them.

"Yo!" I answered the door, spick, span, and ready to go. The Pact was waiting there for me with Miziru and Keigo behind my four closest friends. "You all came to walk with me today?" I asked the group as Miziru joked with Keigo, not listening. Damien was talking quietly (per usual. He usually talks quietly unless he addressing more than a few people in a non-serious manner) with Brian off to the side while Sloth relaxed on one leg with her arms crossed, yawning. The only one paying any attention to me was Brianna, and she looked very impatient.

"What took you so long?!" were the first loud words out of her mouth. This gained the attention of the entire group.

"It only took me five seconds!" I grumbled right back as we pressed our faces closer, challenging the other to start a fist fight. Hell, it wouldn't be the first time we've fought each other. It actually happens quite often. She pressed her forehead against mine and tried to push me down, but I pushed back equally hard as we both glared at each other with gnashing teeth.

"That's five seconds too long!" she growled at me and my eyes narrowed a little.

"If you weren't so impatient then it wouldn't be too long, would it?" I growled right back, at a loss for a good comeback.

"Okay, okay!" we both looked over and glared at Brian, who was now standing beside us and clapping lightly. "Enough you two, otherwise we'll be late." He said, putting both his hands between our foreheads and pushing us apart. I sighed after recovering from almost falling while Brianna proceeded to start yelling at Brian loudly. I ignored them while I waved to the twins who had gathered at the doorway to the kitchen curiously before closing the door.

"Yes, yes, let's get going. Quit loitering on my doorstep!" I finished, softly kicking Sloth in the butt because she had decided to sit down and yawn continually on my doorstep. She looked up at me grumpily and held up a hand. I sighed and took it, helping her up.

"So how're you all today?" I asked, getting tired of the pointless bickering once we were halfway to school.

"I'm good! Did you know that we had a test today, Sydney?" Miziru asked, looking over at me instead of his phone (which he used to ignore Keigo with). I smiled, getting ready to reply when Sloth spoke up for me.

"She should be good. I lent her the notes last night; anyways can I have them back? I need last-minute cramming." She said. I chuckled lightly as I got them out and handed them to her. "I'm dead tired by the way." She supplied, answering my question.

"How're you tired?!" Keigo screamed in unison with Brianna. As soon as he realized what he had done, he looked down at her and started to shrivel up under her intense gaze. Brianna didn't like it when people talked when she was talking, period.

"So how are you today, Keigo?!" she asked him menacingly, leaning over his now small form. He shivered before replying a quite 'good'. "That's what I thought!" she exclaimed and moved on, no longer intimidating and being mean to one of my other friends.

"And you Seeker?" I asked, deterring the blue-haired boy from his conversation with Damien. He smiled at me, making me warm on the inside. He was like the big brother I never had.

"I'm good. What about you, Damien?" he asked, looking over at his shadowy companion. He simply shrugged, and eyed me with that suspicious glare that made you feel like he was debunking your very existence. I smiled lightly at him but ignored the stare. He only wanted to make sure that none of the Pact died. After all, if one of us goes down, we're basically all dead.

"Such a cold stare!" Keigo commented as we walked onto the school grounds. I laughed lightly.

"It's not that bad. That's why we're friends, after all." I told him as we all quickly made our way into the building with the rest of the students. We made it to class with minimal incidents. About four, to be exact.

The first incident was one that happened every day at least, if not multiple times per day. Five at the maximum, usually. It always goes something like this;

A large group of both guys and girls were loitering in this hallway (as I took this one every day to class) per usual. At the center of the group was the ringleader, with his bouncy, curly, beautiful as if it was given directly from the gods golden hair. He had the dreamiest of blue eyes, you could easily get lost in them if you weren't careful. He always had a rose hiding somewhere on his person, to give that special girl he talked to every day.

Which so happened to be me.

Which also it so happens that I dislike him, as his persistency grated on me the wrong way. After talking to him I would usually be agitated, if not rude to some people. I mean, he bothers me every day! I hate it. I completely hate it. It's so annoying. Even if he is at the top of the school. He still makes me feel a little ill on the inside.

But today I was in the middle of my large group of friends who had fallen silent, seeing that he was up ahead with his usual mob of followers. I kept my eyes trained straight ahead and I did my best to keep my pace the same. Not too fast and not too slow. Anything might encourage him.

I sighed mentally as the kids around him saw that I was coming and automatically pointed me out. I saw the ringleader tilt his head slightly before turning around and seeing me. His face immediately lit up and I saw/felt a few of the fangirls and fanboys glare at me strongly.

"Sydney!" he called out like he hadn't seen me in three years. He started to walk over to me and I faintly noticed that he had the same kind of posture I did. It was almost royal-like, how I acted sometimes. It was strange, even to me. "How are you this day?" he asked me, looking down at me (as he is taller, like most people are).

I looked up at him, trying to convey that he was already grating on my nerves. "Fine." I managed to eventually grit out. I sped up my pace a little and he easily matched it. I could feel my friends getting a little more tense around me.

"What is this? You're voice sounds a little strange today. Are you sick?" he asked and I tsk'ed. I glared at the ground. "I see…" he said, teetering off a little. Yes! Get the point! And leave me the hell alone! "I have a present for you, I hope it makes you feel better." He said, reaching around behind himself. I sighed a little.

You see, it wasn't necessarily him I hated. Even though he gave me this oppressed sort of feeling, like the world was closing in around me. Not to mention he was drawing attention to not only me, but the entire Pact. That's dangerous. But no. The thing that made me dislike him so what the fact that he caused me to be immensely unpopular with the other kids. This wouldn't even hold a candle to me on other occasions, had these ones not been so violent. Sure, I have my friends to protect me and I can also fight, but who can stop spray-painters attacking you're house in the middle of the night, righting the most terrible things on your house, causing your family so much distress? No one can stop them from putting disgusting things in your desk, which the teacher makes me clean out in front of everyone. No one stops them from tearing up your notebooks when you're not looking. No one stops them from ruining your things. No one can stop you from pretending to be sick some days. Then can only lend you their notes and take them back before school so almost nothing dangerous can happen to them.

"A present?" I asked unenthusiastically when he stayed silent for a minute.

"Yes! A present! I really hope you like it!" he said, bringing it around so that I could see it. As soon as my eyes landed on it, I became barely happy on the inside. The first time he had offered me a rose I had been so happy, I had accepted it gratefully. That night, for some reason, my window shattered in the middle of the night because a rock had decided to try flying with a white paper cape that read 'Stay away from Lance'.

I smiled lightly but put my hand on his, instead of the rose as my group turned a corner. I stayed with him. I pressed his hand into his chest while I shook my head no. He looked at me questioningly and only slightly deterred (as I never accepted his presents anymore) as I quickly turned my back and ran back to the group, taking my place next to Sloth.

The second was when a random girl about two years above us accidently ran into Seeker. He had brushed it off easily and was polite, but the girl was a blushing and stuttering mess the second she practically glanced at him. After that she had apologized profusely before leaving and letting us continue. Man, the girls in this school absolutely flip whenever they get close to Seeker… It doesn't make me feel jealous, rather a little more protective of my big brother.

The third was when someone had tried to trip Damien. I'm not too sure as to why they would since he puts off such an antisocial and cold air, but they did it. He didn't trip; rather he stepped on their ankle, causing a gross popping sound to come from the bone. The entire group had stared as he continued walking like nothing happened, even though someone was on the ground rolling in agony because of him. We had stared for a few seconds before catching up to him and deciding unanimously to pretend like nothing had happened.

The fourth had happened when Brianna had stopped walking to look out the windows for a few seconds. Apparently Damien hadn't noticed this and kept walking, straight into her. This had shocked and agitated the both of them, causing a badass throw down that shattered one of the third story windows. Luckily all of the students had fled the hallway before the teachers had come… I've had to pay for the last five windows.

So we made it to class with minimal casualties. I looked up confidently at the board as Orihime walked in with Chad and Ishida trailing behind them. The Pact was conversely rather nicely and kind of politely with Miziru, Keigo, Tatsuki and a few of her female friends within a close distance of my desk, which made me happy. Even though I had somehow ended up with no one to socialize with.

Chad, Orihime and Ishida immediately noticed me and walked over, Orihime talking loudly about her lunch, which gained a few of the chatting group's attention. I laughed along with them and mentioned the state my house was in. This caused the Pact to gravitate to me immediately.

"Yeah, I just thought it was a natural occurrence." Brianna supplied, eyeing Ishida.

"You mean a natural phenomenon?" he asked. She huffed and crossed her arms, but remained silent. I watched this carefully, studying it for future influence over my feisty friend.

"Yeah, I think a truck crashed into it. No one really knows…" I said, letting the sentence drop like I was ending a magical story.

"How the hell wouldn't they know?!" Sloth asked me incredulously.

"Well we were all sleeping!" I countered, exasperated.

"What, you all overdose or something?" Damien asked and my eyes sparked with the challenge he had given me.

"Yeah, overdose on your mom!" I laughed at my valiant burn.

"Dude, that made no sense." Tatsuki said, joining into the conversation.

"Tatsuki you know she isn't good at this kind of thing! Be nice!" Orihime told her.

"That's no reason to gloat her ego." Tatsuki countered and Orihime hummed, thinking about it. I gaped at those two.

"So mean!" Was all I could get out.

"Well it is true." Chad said in his usual gruff voice. I gaped at him even more largely.

"Chad! My valiant knight! Why you turned against me!?" I said dramatically, putting a hand on my forehead.

"I didn't know he was you're knight in the first place." Ishida said and I pointed at him accusingly.

"You! You…! You…! You just be quiet!" I said, waving my hand at him before snapping my fingers in his face. He slapped it away and I cried out, holding it to my chest. "Bad Ishida! Go to the corner!" I ordered, pointing at the corner behind Chad accusingly.

He adjusted his glasses with his middle finger and I recognized he was flipping me off secretly. So I did the only natural thing. I grabbed that hand and attempted to bite it.

"Whoa there!" Seeker stepped in, grabbing my waist, lifting me off of my own desk and trying to pull my off of Ishida's hand. Sloth took both our hands and unclamped mine, to which Ishida instantly brought back his hand.

"Get her under control!" Ishida told Seeker accusingly, which made me bang my fists on the desk.

"CANIBALIZIM!" I raged. "FOREVER!" I continued to bang on the desk while everyone around me sweat dropped (except for Ishida. I think he's still pissed I tried to eat him).

"O-O-Oh m-my, a-are you perhaps K-K-Kurosaki-kun?" I heard a quiet voice behind me say and I froze mid-scream, mid-word, and mid-pound. The group took a second to realize I had stopped. When they did, all their heads turned in unison to the girl behind me while I stayed frozen.

"Who're you?" Damien asked almost accusatory. I could almost feel the figure behind me pause, unsure where this hostility came from.

"W-Why I am Rukia Kuchiki, the new transfer student." She said, and I recognized that horrible fake voice with that heavy politeness. Huh. Heavy politeness. Like mine. I felt myself glare out the window and out of the corner of my eyes I saw Damien notice it.

"Hey, Seeker." Sloth interjected, on my other side. "Put Sydney down. I can see her underwear." At this I turned bright pink along with Seeker, and I started to struggle. He instantly put me down while I glared at him. He waved his hands.

"I didn't know!" he tried to convince me while I continued to glare.

"So what're you doing here? You know Sydney?" Brianna's usual confident, and perhaps a tiny bit provoking, voice broke my concentration. My eyes flicked back to Rukia.

"There's no way they'd know each other. Right, Rukia?" Miziru asked her from behind me.

I watched as she smiled at him before looking back at me. "Of course not! I just heard all of the commotion and wanted to see what it was all about." She told him, curtseying. She looked at me and extended a hand. I looked at it curiously, unsure if I should shake it.

I blanched and recoiled slightly from shock when I saw the words that were finely printed in sharpie on it.

Make a scene and kill yourself

Quickly recovering with a cough, I shook her hand politely, regaining my almost royal-like posture and calm mood. "It is nice to meet you, Ms. Kuchiki. I am indeed Sydney Kurosaki. Although I will allow you to call me by my first name, Sydney." I informed her.

Her eyes widened the tiniest fraction at my demeanor changing so fast, but she adjusted so fast I barely noticed it. "Yes," she said, starting to speak. "I will call you Sydney. As such, you may call me Rukia. I hope that we can be good friends." She indirectly asked me. I nodded happily.

"Of course. I am sure that we will." I said, letting her hand go as the teacher noisily came in, yelling at us to get in our seats. I nodded to her before turning around, pulling out my chair and sitting down. Quickly everyone dispersed around me and school began.

Lunch came quickly. When the bell finally rang for it, everyone had immediately gravitated towards my desk, per usual. I mean, I sat in the very middle of the classroom, after all. But I had waved them away, acting like a princess, much too about half of the groups annoyance. The other half had been slightly amazed at how good of an actor I was. So I made my way over to Rukia's desk, not bothering to grab my lunch.

"Yo." I said, sauntering over like a boss. "You wanna hang out with me?" I asked her as I noticed Lance talking with a few of his friends in the corner of the class by the door, as his desk was right next to it. Yeah… Not sure how I forgot he was in my class sometimes. But we were both watching each other from the corner of our eyes. That I was sure of.

Rukia looked up at me seriously. "Yes. Let us depart immediately." She kept up the over-polite exterior, but dropped the fake voice as I let her lead the way out of the classroom.

She stopped when we were just outside the entry of the park next to the high school. I looked over it questioning, not too sure what was going on at this point. "Why're we here?" I asked her as she crossed her arms.

"You have my Soul Reaper powers." She said, facing me with her arms crossed. I nodded.

"I took them all by mistake, yes?" I asked her. She nodded this time.

"Yes. So, I need you to take over being a Soul Reaper for me. There is no rejecting this offer." She told me seriously, and I felt her intense stare. I did my best at holding myself back and not returning a stronger one.

"Did you think I was going to reject it?" I asked her curiously. I've been waiting for this. For many, many years. She looked at me, measuring if I was telling the truth and if so how much.

She stayed silent for so long I was almost half-tempted to continue speaking somehow. I rubbed the side of my head and looked over the park somewhat awkwardly. "I see. What is your reason for fighting?" she asked me curiously. I couldn't help but blanch a little once nothing had come to mind immediately.

"You don't have a reason?" she eventually asked once I had been desperately searching inside myself for a long time. Shit! I can't say because Ichigo Kurosaki's not here! She'd ask too many dangerous questions! Think! Think! Shit! I struggled mentally, and was silent for a longer period of time.

She eventually sighed, gaining my attention. "I thought it would be like this." She said, pulling her cellphone out of her pocket. I watched her curiously. "A hollow is supposed to show up here soon. Fight it, and see if you can come up with a reason." She told me as I heard terrified screaming from the park.

Immediately I jumped before whipping my head around to see a little spirit boy running from a spider-hollow-thing. I glanced at Rukia, who was pulling on that red glove. I didn't want to tell her to hurry up, as she was already moving fast, but I couldn't deny the immediate sense of needing the upmost urgency once I had seen that hollow chasing that boy.

I breathed a mental sigh of relief once I was out of my human body and running towards the hollow at full speed. Jumping up in the air, I suddenly felt like I should be screaming. But instead I drew my sword loudly, which caused the hollow to notice me. I flew through the air with my sword poised; bringing it down heavily once I was in striking distance. The hollow jerked backwards and dodged, jumping on me as I pulled my sword from the ground. Once I was on my back I felt something kick-in. Almost reflexively I brought the sword up, piercing it straight through the middle, causing it to freeze as it was about to bit off my face.

The creature disappeared in a large puff of smoke, which I immediately jumped up, recovering but breathing hard. What was that? Reflexes? I've never trained those ones. They can't be reflexes. I quickly dismissed the thought, seeing the hollow start to appear across from me. My grip tightened on my sword as it fully appeared.

"Why do I fight?" I asked myself loudly, probably gaining Rukia's attention. "Why do I fight…?" I asked again but quieter. More personal. "Why do I fight…..?" I whispered to myself as the hollow roared and charged at me.

I raised my sword, readying myself to cleave its head in two. "Why do I fight?" I rasped out as I felt a small resonance inside of me with my blade. "No… Why do we fight?!" I yelled as I brought down the sword heavily on the hollow's head. I kept it in the same place as the hollow disappeared around it, staring at my blade. My sword. No… My Zanpakuto.

We fight to fix what is broken.

The answer welled up in me so suddenly, I had whispered it. But when I had said it, it was…different… As if I was thinking it and saying it in unison with another voice. Another thought process.

My Zanpakuto! I realized. It's communicating with me this early on?! No way! I'm sorry sword, but I can't have Shikai until Urahara trains me! The being inside me didn't respond. At least if it did, I didn't notice. Or maybe I chose not to notice…either way.

Turning around, looking for Rukia where I had left her; except for the fact she was now kneeling beside the spirit boy and had a hand on his head. I sauntered over with my usual royalness, and knelt by the spirit boy. He was rubbing his eyes and still sniffling.

"Hey big guy, you okay? Did that scary monster hurt you?" I asked him innocently.

"N-No! I r-r-ran as f-fast as I-I could!" he tried to tell me. I nodded and balanced myself by sticking my blade into the ground and using the other arm to pull him into my chest.

"Shh… It'll be okay now. But you can't stay here. Another one of those scary monsters will get you!" I told him and he looked up at me, scared. "But I know a safe place where you can go. The Soul Society! You'll be very happy over there. Safe, too. Do you wanna go?" I asked him. He sniffled a few times before giving me a shaky nod. I smiled at him warmly before taking my Zanpakuto from the ground and pressing the hilt against his forehead, the two cloths falling in his face.

When I drew it away the mark was there, and there was a beautiful rippling as his body faded into the ground only to return as a Hell Butterfly. I watched proudly as my first konso fluttered into the sky.

"That was a beautiful konso." Rukia commented once the butterfly had disappeared. I nodded and smiled lightly. "So did you find out what you fight for?" she asked me as I started to walk away. "Hey, don't walk away from me!" She yelled as I raised a hand in a sort of a wave. I couldn't help but smirk as I walked back to class alone, which gained a few people's attentions. Sure, there were some glares, but I didn't mind. They were weak. They only attacked when I was alone. They couldn't stand up to me, to someone who had a purpose. After all…

We fight to fix what is broken.

Author's Note: So, what did everyone think of this chapter? I'd love reviews from you guys, I feel so lonely *rocks back in forth while typing on a cheap laptop with no wi-fi in a dark room at 10:15 pm*. I'd love some reviews, even if you don't like the story! Also, what do you guys think about her being harassed? I wanted to have her hate Lance but he's such a sweet, good guy… So I just had her hate what casualties he brings her, and inadvertently him. Sound good? Perhaps. Just perhaps.
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