I do not own Naruto or Bleach.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This is 42 years into the future, where the story really begins. This is also my first time actually basing it on an actual plotline so forgive me if some things are different.
My biggest question is whether I should use the anime or manga plotline. I'm probably going to use the manga in some parts and some anime parts; any objections?
I'm going to be skipping around a lot. Don't be too surprised. I apologize for any who want to slap me upside the head or murder me or anything in between.
~No One's PoV~
"What th' h311's wrong wit' ya?" one of the guys out of a group of five slurred out though he was not drunk. One of the guys was lying on the floor while two were crouched down, watching him. The last two were standing though only one was speaking. A few skateboards lay on the floor long forgotten. "Ya just strike Yama-bro down and tell us t' get outta the way?" He looked at the bright-haired teenager he was facing who stayed silent. (Watch Bleach episode 1 for their clothes. In my opinion, they play too small of a part for me to write about it.)
"Say somethin' will ya? Ya little-" He ran to punch the teen before the teen raised a foot and slammed it into his face. The guy fell down as the teen stomped on his back. The teen was dressed in a high school uniform for winter, undoubtedly for Karakura High School.
"No way!" The other guy standing breathed out. "Toshi-bro's getting…" he trailed off. The two guys on the floor stood up, slightly shaking.
"This is bad," said one.
"That's so messed up," the other added.
"Urusai!" the teen yelled. His brown eyes flashed as he stomped on "Toshi-bro's" head one last time before pointing behind him. "All of you look over there!" He was referring to a small bottle full of water and some flowers. It was knocked over, the white flowers looking slightly crushed and the water spilling out. "Question 1. What would that be?" the teen asked. "You, at the left."
The guy on the left looked to his left desperately before turning back and answering hesitantly, "Ano…flowers for the kid who died here recently?"
"Absolutely right!" the teen yelled while giving the guy a kick in the face. The other two stared horrified as their "bro" was kicked down. This teen was Kurosaki Ichigo, a freshman.
"Mit-bro," one of them muttered.
"Now, question two," Ichigo straightened up. "Why would it be on its side?" Ichigo was fifteen and though he was younger than these jerks, he was kicking their butts.
"Well…I mean…we might have knocked it over while we were skateboarding," one of them said cautiously.
The two were suddenly landing face-first into the dirt as Ichigo yelled, "I dare you to do it again! I'll make it so that people will have to leave flowers for you!" The group of "bros" left screaming for forgiveness. Ichigo waited a few seconds before sighing. "If I scared them that badly, they probably won't come back here again." He turned to face the flowers and the ghost of a small girl. "I'll bring some more flowers for you tomorrow, 'k?"
"Thank you for chasing them away. I can rest peacefully now, mister," the ghost girl said. Ichigo picked up the vase as a girl came fast walking up.
"No problem. Hurry and go to heaven," Ichigo said as the girl caught up. She waved to the ghost girl before catching Ichigo's arm.
"Couldn't you have waited? I wanted to beat those jerks' butts too," she complained.
"Whatever," he said. "Let's go. It's dinnertime." The girl nodded. She had black hair and indigo eyes. She wore a white knee-length skirt and an indigo shirt. She only reached up to Ichigo's shoulders with the help of her white heels, and she hung a small, white purse on her elbow. On her wrist sparkled a bracelet of the four elements. Her name was Hikari. Junseiki Hikari.
Oh no! Hikari? As in the roommate of Hinata who died, for those of you who needed reminding, that Hikari? Tune in next time.
Just kidding. Did I trick you? This is too short to be a chapter in my standards. Now this is a quiz for my readers. Who owns the bracelet with the four elements?
The answer is NOT Hikari by the way. P.S. My Japanese still isn't perfect.
The blue sign on the large house read "Internal Pediatrics Kurosaki Clinic." It was a two-story yellow house with a balcony and black, metal gate. It had a green roof, which gave it a home-like appearance. Hikari and Ichigo entered the gate of the house in silent peace.
"Tadaima (I'm home)," Ichigo and Hikari said.
"You're late!" the voice of Ichigo's father rang out as he kicked Ichigo.
"Now Isshin-san. It isn't nice to kick your own son!" Hikari reprimanded.
"You know that dinner at this house is seven o'clock sharp!" Kurosaki Isshin yelled at Ichigo, ignoring Hikari completely.
"Is this how you greet the son who went out of his way to help a ghost on his way home?" Ichigo growled, glaring at Isshin while pushing his face close.
"I don't want to hear it!" Isshin yelled, pushing his face closer. "I don't care what the reason is; those who-" He was cut off as Hikari slammed the duo's heads together.
"Eat," she ordered, dropping them down in their seats.
"Thank you, Hi-nee," one of the twins said. ("Hi" is pronounced "HEE" like in Hikari or Hinata.) She had brown hair clipped back with a red barrette shaped like a tomato and bright, brown eyes. This was Kurosaki Yuzu, fraternal twin of Kurosaki Karin who sat in front of her with short, black hair and bored, brown eyes. The dinner was mostly uneventful, despite the common arguing between the father and son. Hikari stared on at their argument, talking to Karin and Yuzu all the while. Abruptly, Ichigo stood up in a huff and left.
"Thank you for the meal," Hikari said, standing up. "I must get home now. I'll see you in the morning, Yuzu-chan, Karin-chan." They nodded. Hikari was Yuzu and Karin's (middle school) teacher. She taught fairly and did a good job at that.
"Isshin-san, try not to mess with your son so much, by the way. He is going through a lot," Hikari said to him before closing the door behind herself. She walked out of the gate and stood in the front of the house, looking at the building. She paused, her eyes widening before rushing to the house next door, her house. A few seconds later, she was retching in a small bathroom, the door halfway open.
Later…
"My name isn't 'Shinigami.' It's Kuchiki Rukia," the black-haired, purple-eyed girl introduced.
"I'm Ichigo. Kurosaki Ichigo," Ichigo told her before plunging her sword into himself. As his reiatsu flared and Rukia stared in wonder, a shadowed figure watched from a second-story window of Hikari's house. The streetlight illuminates her white eyes.
The house was a sky blue color with a large variety of flowers around it. The windows were white rectangles with bright yellow curtains and dark blue stars. There was a white, wooden fence surrounding it and the roof was a dark purple, which gave it a warm feeling. However, under the terrible circumstances where a Hollow was attacking nearby, it almost seemed to be weeping or looking on sadly.
As Ichigo destroyed the Hollow, the figure, clearly a woman, let go of the curtain and slumped against the wall, her dark hair blending in with the shadows. The figure slid down until she was sitting on the ground and let tears fall from her eyes. Another figure found her, also a woman. "What happened?" the new person asks; it was Hikari.
"Of all people," the one crying chokes out. Hikari strides across the room and draws the curtain before stepping back, letting the curtain fall. Her own tears start falling.
"Oh my god," she breathes.
"Yeah," the one crying says. That is all she can get out before the two of them cry together.
A few days later…(I know I'm skipping around. I apologize sincerely. I also know that the plotline isn't exact, so bear with me please.)
As Ichigo and Rukia were chasing around the modified soul, Hikari walked into Ichigo's classroom during the lunch break and whistled. Today, Hikari was wearing a baby blue skirt that reached her ankles with a short-sleeved white shirt with a cherry in the center. All conversation ceased. Usually when she came, she came for an important reason.
"Oh. Hikari-chan," Arisawa Tatsuki stated with Inoue Orihime on her tail. They were both dressed in the girl uniform of the school, but were different in aura. Orihime had a soft, somewhat ditsy personality with her long, orange hair and soft brown eyes. She was close to Tatsuki and depended on her to a point. Tatsuki didn't mind at all. Tatsuki was more of a tomboy, with her short, spiky, black hair and brown eyes. She wasn't afraid to injure anyone who even thought of harming Orihime in any way.
"Suki-chan. Hime-chan," she greeted shortly, surveying the classroom with her eyes. She took in the open window and destroyed/rearranged desks. "That guy," she said finally.
"Guy?" Tatsuki questioned.
"Someone came here, pretending to be Ichi-kun. He really looked like him, but he can't fool me. There is no way Ichi-kun would act like that," she explained. She looked at the rest of the class who was staring at her. "That guy…" she trailed off, emitting a murderous aura, leaving after. The students returned to their conversations, believing her automatically. She was known for telling the truth, no matter how strange it was. They also felt pity for the poor imposter. Hikari was going to murder him.
Later in the day…
The sun painted the sky a mix of oranges and pinks, the sunset for the near end of a long day. It was broken by the traffic and shouts of students yelling at their friends. All in all, it was a normal day.
"Ichi-kun!~ I'm coming up!" the voice of Hikari came up to Ichigo's second story window. Ichigo, still in his school uniform, hastily shoved the kaizo konpaku into the closet with Rukia, slamming the door just as Hikari flipped in through his window, landing on her feet on his bed. A pair of white sneakers were in her hands. She turned to him and his position, as his hands were still on the door handle. He turned around awkwardly.
"Hey Hikari. What brought you here today?" he asked, pulling up his chair. "Yuzu and Karin told me you've been sick for a while. You ok?"
"Hey Ichi-kun," she greeted, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She shoved her sneakers on her feet, as though jumping in through the window was normal. It was, for her anyways. Her outfit today consisted of a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt with a pink flower in the center. Her bracelet was still on her wrist.
"Well, I was sick. I'm over it now though. What brought me here?" She sat there for a little while, looking into space. "I'll tell you later, after dinner," she said finally. "Oh that's right! It's time for dinner. Let's go, Ichi-kun." She got up abruptly, pulling Ichigo by the ear. "Don't tell me you're skipping either. I'm not having any of it!" she declared.
"Itai. I get it. Itai. Let go of me now, will you?" Ichigo asked, scowling while walking backwards.
The door closed, a distant, "Sure," came from Hikari, followed by the sound of them walking down the hall and stairs. The sound of a large Stomp! came from the closet as Rukia opened the closet door and repeatedly stepped on the stuffed lion.
"Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai. Itai," he yelped with each injury.
After dinner…
"Don't worry. Yuzu-chan. Karin-chan. I'm in tiptop shape now!" Hikari assured them. "I need to talk to Ichi-kun, 'k? Don't worry." Hikari, carrying a plate of food, was walking behind Ichigo to his room. Ichigo shut the door behind them, sitting himself down on the chair.
"Ok. I know you didn't bring me up here for some pathetic reason. What do you want?" Ichigo questioned. Hikari rolled her indigo eyes, knowing full well that it was true. She dropped the plate onto his desk (not literally) and sat down on the edge of his bed like usual, pausing for a moment.
"Why are you hiding ghosts in your closet?" she asked suddenly.
That's the end! Tell me what you think, ok?
Just kidding! Did I trick you this time? Anyways, onwards!
"Wh-What are you talking about?" Ichigo tried to cover up. "Hi-Hiding a ghost? It's not like anyone can see them! Wh-What did you eat?" Hikari stopped him by suddenly standing up and opening his closet where a small lion fell down, unable to suppress his cry of pain. Hikari picked him up by the ear, holding him out at arms-distance as the kaizo konpaku tried to edge closer to Hikari's…chest. Rukia climbed down from the closet, dressed in Yuzu's yellow and red-checkered pajamas.
"I don't get how this ghost is in a stuffed toy," Hikari commented.
"How do you know about me? And him?" Rukia asked.
"You pick these kinds of things up when you've been around as long as I have," Hikari said. She threw the stuffed lion on the floor, stomping on its head. She gave a final blow, kicking the doll under the bed. She turned to look at Rukia again, smiling. "By the way, my name is Hikari. Junseiki Hikari. Yoroshiku. (Nice to meet you.)" Rukia pointed a look at Ichigo.
"Since when has your neighbor been able to see ghosts?" she questioned. "No wait, why didn't you tell me that? I leap out of your room everyday!" Rukia slowly advanced on Ichigo, a deadly look in her eyes.
~Rukia's PoV~
"Now don't be upset. I've been sick for the past few days so of course Ichigo would have no reason to bring me up," Hikari reprimanded me. She sounded like…her. I looked the other way, trying to sort it out. It had been a while since someone had talked to me like that.
Hikari leapt up onto Ichigo's windowsill.
"I'll be back later, 'k? Ichi-kun, don't be afraid to ask me for anything and tell Yuzu-chan and Karin-chan I'll see them later." With that said, Hikari jumped out the window, effectively ending all conversation.
"Ja ne!" Ichigo called out to her, shutting the window behind her. He sighed as we turned in for the night, reminding me that the human world was different and yet the same, from the Soul Society.
On June 17, the day Ichigo's Okaa-san died, the only sign Hikari had also been there was a giant sunflower laid on her grave as well as a small plate of onigiri. The incense was burning out, showing she had been there much earlier. There were also a few tears on the ground along with a fingerprint right next to the name, showing she had cried while leaning on the grave. What a depressing time…
~No One's PoV~
A shadow passed over a building as a Hollow disintegrated. A small figure of a girl ran swiftly, moving from one Hollow to the next, leaving little trace that she had been there. She paused as a Menos Grande appeared from the sky, running quickly towards it. At the top of a building, she abruptly stopped. She ducked, trying to avoid being caught by a certain bright-haired Shinigami next to a Quincy. She paused before heading off in the other direction, deciding to take care of the lesser Hollows instead.
The next day, Hikari invited Rukia and Ichigo over for dinner, a simple dinner of spaghetti with various side dishes.
"So anything new happen? Did you see that large masked thing yesterday?" Hikari asked while serving the hot dish.
The door of her house opened up to an antechamber to put shoes in. In front of it was a living room with two red couches facing each other with a glass table in the center on a soft, cream-colored carpet taking up a third of the room, close to the door. Another quarter on the front left was occupied by a black grand piano and a blue cello case was seen clearly beside it. A music stand was situated in front of the cello case. The rest was left empty, for a path or room. A golden oak bookcase was pushed against the corner with a simple, neat, potted plant in another next to a large window allowed light to fall through. To the right, stairs of the same carpet were seen next to a lavender door, most likely a closet. A doorway in the white wall in the front led to a large room with the dining room filling half of it, with a large, maple table surrounded by 10 matching chairs (four on each side and one on each end) on dark mahogany flooring under an elegant chandelier. The other half was a large kitchen with the works: the large refrigerator, sink, microwave, rich brown pantries, everything. The floor for the kitchen was made up of tiles ranging from white to a dark blue.
"That…Don't worry about it. You always worry about things too much. It's nothing," Ichigo said without looking up. He stuck his fork into his meal a little harder than necessary.
"Ichi-kun!" she whined. She sighed, turning to Rukia. "Oi Seishin (Spirit)-chan. Ichi-kun is being mean," Hikari whined to the young Shinigami. Rukia bit her lip. She was just like…her.
"It's Kuchiki Rukia," Rukia finally said. "Who are you exactly?"
"My name is Junseiki Hikari. Don't tell me you already forgot," Hikari joked. "I'm Karin-chan and Yuzu-chan's teacher. I get sick really easily though because of my weak immune system. I've got ischemic heart disease. That's why you'll see me around a lot of the time. I'm always somewhere around town, running, walking, laughing. It's very interesting though. I've never met a tamashi (soul) that needs to eat." Rukia paused suddenly, thinking of a lie to say.
"Whatever. There could be stranger things," Hikari waved off. She turned the conversation to their grades, reprimanding Ichigo for constantly leaving class nowadays.
"Ichi-kun! I can't keep on making excuses to the teacher forever!" Hikari scolded. "You're lucky at how much influence I have. You're excused for this semester, but the next semester, you can't miss out so much! Otherwise, you'll have to have Saturday school with me, 'k?" Ichigo sighed.
"Hai. Let it go now," Ichigo waved off. Hikari took their plates to the sink. She began coughing hoarsely.
"Ichi-kun," she said between coughs. "Get a good night's rest. I definitely need it. You too, Rukia-chan."
"Hikari! You ok?" he asked concerned. She rolled her eyes at him, pulling out a tinted jar full of pills.
"It's just another one of my attacks," she said in between coughs.
"Good night," she said more firmly. Hesitantly, Ichigo and Rukia leave, bidding their farewells.
"Ja ne," Hikari dismissed, swallowing a pill whole.
"You know, those aren't good for you," a deep voice called out. Hikari rolled her eyes. She turned to the masked man, putting the jar back.
"I know," she said softly. A puff of smoke appeared as Hikari was replaced with a much shorter girl with much lighter eyes. "I've got no choice though. You know that…Za-kun." The tall man grunted.
"I know. Are you sure you want to be the one? I mean, we can still-"
"Urusai," the girl interrupted. "You know this has the highest success rate. I'm not about to back out just because of a little pain. So how is she? You know, Hikari?"
"She's good. Come on. Let's get you in bed. You have a lot of acting to do. They're coming to get her soon," 'Za-kun' commented.
"No," the girl declined. "I'm going to-Eep!" She was interrupted as 'Za-kun hoisted her up in his arms.
"Bed," he said firmly. She pouted.
"Fine." As he entered a room on the second floor and placed her on the bed, he pulled the quilt over her. He rolled his eyes.
"Baka," he muttered. "You're going to kill yourself from overexertion." The girl was already sound asleep.
The plot thickens! Who is the Hikari to the Kurosaki family? Is she the same Hikari from earlier? How much power does Hikari hold over the town? Why are there two strangers (?) in her home? Find out next time! Review please!~
Happy (late) birthday Toshiro! Happy (early) birthday Hinata! Merry Christmas!