Again. Spoilers. OMFG, YES! I LOVE SHORT HAIRED YORUICHI, SHE'S JUST SO CUTE WITH IT LIKE THAT! AND URAHARA IS STILL ADORABLE WITHOUT HIS SILLY BUCKET HAT! –squee- I LOVE HIM, I LOVE HER, I LOVE KUBO! (Okay, that's a lie, I hate his guts for making me so obsessed but for now I love him. D) End spoiler. (And yes, I realised on Saturday that it was not Nanao but Lisa. ¬.¬ I'm not always that stupid.)

Disclaimer: If I owned Bleach, I wouldn't have begged my teachers to let me go into the Tokyo Toys shop when we were in London. And almost cried when they didn't let me go.

I tried to talk. I really did. Except, it was like something had simply cut off my throat. All I could manage was 'uhh'. And even that was difficult. No one even seemed to notice me. Aunt Yuzu was pulling kola kubes out of their container and handing them to my mother, who smiled gratefully at her. Uncle Byakuya had moved onto Yoruichi now, who seemed to be teasing him. Urahara and my father…well.

"Ah, Kurosaki-san, I don't think that would be possible. You killing me, of course," Urahara smiled widely. He was patronising my father. And my father wasn't liking it. I hadn't seen him scowl this much…well…since, ever. I realised that maybe…the smiling, joking, idiotic man that I knew to be my father…wasn't truly him

"Urahara, I haven't had a good fight since the last time Grimmjow decided it would be fun to lure me out with a hundred Hollow, which if you remember, was six years ago," my father replied, his jaw set. Wait. Grimmjow.

He'd just left here like, fifteen minutes ago! I felt like tearing my hair out. That was why he'd have to get the Hollow to not attack me. I was the Substitute's daughter. That's why Soul Society needed to approve of my becoming a shinigami. SUBSTITUTE'S. FREAKING. DAUGHTER.

I crouched down to the floor, covering my head with my hands. This was too much to handle. Shinigami mother stopping me from becoming a shinigami. Aunt who can see spirits, and may possibly be a shinigami. Uncle who I thought was alive, but obviously isn't and is captain level shinigami. Father. God. Don't even start me. The Substitute, not actually a cheerful idiot, looks like he wants to kill a shop keeper – NO.

I HATE SHINIGAMI! I only realised I screamed this out loud when the inhabitants of the shop went quiet and looked at me. I could hear a loud sigh as I clenched my eyes shut in embarrassment.

"Hisana, go home." There it was. Except, this time, it wasn't my mother, it was my uncle. Well, you know what? I didn't feel like going home. Actually, I didn't much feel like staying in the Urahara Shoten either. But, I didn't feel like moving. So I stayed where I was, crouching in a little ball with my hands covering my head.

"Hisana-" Ah, so I wasn't completely invisible to my father after all. But, I didn't let him speak.

"Oh, fuck off," I muttered dryly, slowly rising to my feet. Time to move. "I'm sick of this. I'm going to Nemu's," I told him. He looked surprised to having been sworn at. I usually never swear quite as boldly as that, not even when in pain. I brushed past him, keeping my eyes on the floor. I did catch Yoruichi's look of amusement, though.

Slipping on my shoes at the entrance to the shop, I managed to catch Urahara's whisper of "We'll do this some other time." I looked up at him in shock, and slowly nodded. He smiled at me, and waved his fan. "Iterashai"

I didn't look back, even though I could hear my mother calling my name. I didn't even look back when I heard a loud crash and "Ahhh, Kurosaki-san, you're ruining the shop!", "Does it look like I care, Sandal-hat?!", "Ichi-nii, be careful!", "Ichigo, stop it, you idiot!", and "Kurosaki Ichigo, you really are a fool."

I went to the riverbank again. Maybe some random shinigami would come and…and what? Give me their powers? Not happening. Kidnap me? That would be funny. I wonder how much my parents would pay to see me home safe and sound.

"Hisa-chan?" I turned to see Nemu and Kenpachi standing on the roadside. I looked them up and down. Casually dressy. Nemu was wearing a skirt. She hates skirts. Kenpachi was wearing a button down shirt. And nice shoes. Not the normal high tops he usually wears. Shoes. Proper shoes. Despite everything, I simply had to smirk.

"Now…where were you two when I needed you today, huh?" I asked accusingly, despite having a wide grin on my face. Their blushes and awkwardness answered everything. "Nem-chan, you told me you were shopping with your cousin…now that I think about it, both your parents are only children…am I right?" She stuttered. "And Ken-chan, going to Tokyo to watch a soccer match with your mother?" He looked away and cleared his throat.

I turned my back on them and flopped down onto the grass, staring at the late afternoon sky. "Ahhh, my two best friends, dating and not even telling me. Stab in the back, that is," I teased, and earned a whimper from Nemu. I grinned even wider, but it quickly fell. "You're almost worse than my parents…stupid shinigami…" I muttered quietly under my breath, not intending for it to be heard.

It was heard. I heard Nemu gasp, and a sound of confusion come from Kenpachi. They joined me in sitting down on the grass. "Hisana…?" I didn't dare look either of them in the eye.

"Shinigami. Both of them. And I have a feeling the shinigami we met know that…" That was why Hinamori laughed at me saying I would become a household name to shinigami. I probably already was.

"But Hisa-chan…your dad…isn't dead…" Nemu said. She was confused; I could hear it in her voice. Join the club, dear. We have t-shirts, cookies, hot guys, you name it. I sighed.

"Yes, Nemu. I know he's not dead." Kenpachi got it first.

"He's the Substitute?!" he exclaimed, and I nodded. I saw one of Nemu's hand fly to her mouth. The other gripped my left hand tightly. That was what set me off. "Hisana-chan…" Kenpachi mumbled my name as the tears started flowing down my cheeks. I hiccoughed pathetically as they pulled me into a sitting position.

I attempted to throw them off me, but Nemu roughly pulled me into a tight embrace, while Kenpachi's hands rubbed my shoulders comfortingly. Damn my friends. Damn them and their ability to make my emotions bubble over the edge when it wouldn't when it would have been most effective.

They moved me when I had progressed from nervous break down to a simple snivelling wreck. I was exhausted, so I rode piggy back on Kenpachi, leaving a damp patch on his shoulder as Nemu held my hand.

Nemu's mother didn't look surprised. In fact, she was waiting out in the street to take me from Kenpachi. She's surprisingly strong, even if I'm practically a dwarf who has the appetite of a bird. She carried me inside as Kenpachi said goodbye to Nemu (oh how I wanted to see that! Damn my parents! Nemu, prepare to be probed for the tiny details later!), and into the spare room that I had often used before during sleepovers. I wish I had a mother like Ishida Orihime. She was kind, she was beautiful, she was always there and she was alive. And not a shinigami.

"How did you know…?" I asked her as she set me on the bed. She smiled at me, handing me a box of tissues. My nose was running, my eyes were puffy and cheeks were still damp. Attractive. Hell yeah.

"I got a call from a certain someone to be expecting you in a bad state…but I didn't realise you'd go back to Urahara-san so soon…" I looked at her in surprise. That was even more cryptic than you would think. It could have been anyone who was at the Urahara Shoten during my outburst.

"How did you know I'd gone to him in the first place, Ishida-san?" I asked. She grinned behind her hand.

"Would you believe me if I said a little kitten had told me?" I could only blink tearfully at her. Was she talking about Yoruichi the cat? She giggled when I 'huh?'ed. Wait a second.

"Ishida-san…how do you know Urahara-san?" I watched her as she walked towards the door and grinned at me. No way. She was not going to do like every adult surrounding Urahara did –

"That's classified information," she giggled. She did it. She kept a secret from me, just like the rest of them. Oh, Ishida Orihime, I thought I could count on you to not keep what you knew from me, and in such a Haruhiist way. Just because she looked like – wait, why am I blabbering? "There are some of my old clothes in the wardrobe; you can get changed if you want." She left after that.

As if anything of hers, old or new would fit me. I don't think she realised she was almost twice my height…and my chest and hips…well, let's not go there. I wanted to change anyway, and if it was baggy, oh well. Sliding the wardrobe door open, I sifted through the clothes.

Oh, she had such awful taste when she was younger. Didn't she have anything black? I felt like wearing black. Wiping my face on the back of my hand, I realised I was still crying. God. Yes, I was upset, but to be completely honest - I wasn't quite sure what the main cause was. Shock, probably. Shock of learning too much. Shock of learning things that made me realise that basically my whole life, I'd been lied to. Well, I dunno much about shock…it can do lots of things to people, right?

I froze as I came across a shocking white number. It looked in pristine condition. Pulling it out of the wardrobe, I realised that there was another on the hanger, underneath the white outfit. Pulling the outfits apart and laying them on the bed, I stared at them in shock.

Black kimono, black hakama, white kosode and white obi sash. That was the outfit underneath. Put it together…a shinigami uniform. But that wasn't what stunned me most. The white clothes were just an inversed version of the black clothes, with a long white jacket over them. But I recognised the style. I'd only seen it earlier that day. On Grimmjow, the one who ruled the Hollow.

"Ariya? I guess I should have hidden them better…" I looked up, stunned, to find Nemu's mother, smiling knowingly at me. She wanted me to find them?

I feel like having another omake competition. I enjoyed that other one. So...I got's a random question for yous! The first one to answer gets an omake with a theme of their choice as the prize! 8D

Question: Leona Lewis is currently number one in the US music charts with her hit, Bleeding Love. But for how long did that song stay number one in the UK charts in 2007? (Almost too long. Got really sickening after a while. Anyways, if you don't know, you can cheat with Wikipedia.)