Hi Hi! I'll be writing this story as well as the Naruto Story I've been doing.

I'm using the same last name cause I'm not creative

I'm sorry about the errors in this!

I really hope you all enjoy!


Chapter 1: Jete may save your life

"Holy shit. My name is Shiro but there's nothing white about me," I speak the revelation to the walls, and my mind takes a moment to access the statement's validity.

It's true

There's nothing white about me at all...

My skin? Black. My hair? Black. The way I dress? Black. My eyes? Bl-... Actually my eyes are green.

My name should have been black!

"Who the hell names a black girl, 'white'?" I frown.

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Why did it take me this long to notice this discrepancy? I'm 15!

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. .

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I rattle my head.

What am I even thinking about right now? I should be planning my routine!

Lowering my leg from the bar, I straighten my posture. Taking a look at myself in the walls of mirror, I sigh, a smile coming to my lips as a sort of passion blossoms in my chest.

Objective: Get dressed- complete!

I walk over to the camera and stereo already set up, and I start them up. Rushing back to my position, I pose.

I feel my heart rise into my skull, and it rattles in my ears with its nervous pulsation. Releasing another long breath, I let my heart slide back down, and it takes its weight with it, making my light head swim in relief and newfound excitement.

I'm ready.

The music starts and I feel the notes dive into me. They burrow into brown flesh and take root, becoming gentle hooks that tug my body along the song. They lift me into their crescendo and lay me down upon their soft tone.

When the it ends, I'm released of my obligations. I get to my feet, and rush over to turn off the camera.

"Hopefully I didn't step out the camera's shot," I mumble, playing the video over to look for any blaring mistakes.

As I watch, I smile wide with every sync between body and music.

"Ohh! I made LOVE to that beat!" I bounce up.

"It came out super good! This shit will look great with a black and white coloring going on, a sort of noir feel to it!" I beam, "AND the black lipstick isn't half bad," bobbing my head in agreement with myself.

Walking towards the door, I step into the rest of my home. I mindlessly walk through the halls towards my 'artistic room'.

clack!clacK! claCK!CLACK!

My footsteps slosh around in the empty air.

Quickly, I clean up the video before posting and watching it once more to look for any uploading errors.

"Alright! Time for bed, after all, I have school tomorrow!" a smile erupts on my lips as I head to my room. Opening the door, I take a deep breath of the fresh scent you get when you mix flowers, mint, and fruit. Running to the bed and flinging myself horizontally, landing on the mattress back-first.

"Oh fuck, I didn't shower" I groan to the air as I yank the black duvet up to my cheek. "I'll get up after I've warmed up enough," I promise the walls.

~X~

I jolt awake.

...

What time is it!?

Flinging my hand out, my hand finds the cool glass of the end table, but not the rubbery rectangle of my phone. Sighing, I blindly roam my flesh over the folds of sheets for it, but I come up empty.

...searching

...searching

Search unsuccessful...

Get your ass up, and find the phone...

Inwardly groaning, I take a moment to regret having light canceling curtains in my room. Had I not made such a decision, I would be able to tell what time it might be.

Throwing myself upon ill-prepared legs, I lean over to click on my lamp and look around the bed.

"Oh fuck, I was laying on it," I croak, picking it up and looking at the time. "It's 4:35 in the morning... and I forgot to take a stupid shower..." I place the phone on the table.

Should I take that shower now?

...

Well... at this point my sheets were already dirty, so I might as well go back to bed and shower in the morning, right?

"I'm going back to bed" I announced, damning the room back to darkness as I get back under the covers.

~X~

Like most teens in Karakura town, I am tormented everyday between the hours of 8 and 3 at Karakura High.

It was just another normal day.

I button up my white blouse and... I'm sorry, I'm just curious, am I the only one who actually buttons down? Like, I start from the top of the shirt and go down? No?

Well, anyway, I button my shirt and look into my closet. It's getting pretty warm... Maybe I should stop wearing pants? Yeah.. I'll put on my tan shorts instead. And if I'm wearing the shorts then I should wear some taller white socks too.

Maybe the ones that go to my thighs?

Oh! I'll look so cute!

Maybe I'll get a boy's attention today, and he'll be smitten with me! He'll be like "Gosh! You're so cute" ignore the poor man impression I'm doing. And I'll be like "Thank you!"

...

That's probably how the conversation will end.

Because most of my conversations with people are short.

...

Oh hey! First period!

No... That class was boring... That and I can't remember it cause I was daydreaming...

Second period? No... same thing...

Third- no

Fourth-same thing there too...

Oh!

After class, I was walking through the halls and noticed that the names of the top 50 students had been put up.

"I hope I moved up!" I smile, making my way over.

Just as I'm about to reach it, a group of students crowd it, dragging me to a halt. That's Ichigo Kurosaki and his crew... Oh man, I don't want to disturb them. I get a bit closer and try to peer over a set of shoulders, but my tiny height makes every set too tall. Great.

What do I do?

I mean, I suppose there's no real hurry, I can just wait for them to move... I'll just...stand here awkwardly.

Green eyes trail down the back of one of the group, and down to my brown shoes. I think I see a bit of dirt on them; I wonder how that got there. Oh well, I'll clean them later... Then again, this shoe material is a bit tricky to clean, I'll have to look up the proper cleaning supplies so that I wont-

"Speak for yourself," that's Ichigo. For some reason, the phrase beckons my un-tuned ears. I peek up to see him pointing at the 23rd spot. Whoa! He's made it too! Man... A tall, intelligent boy with such vibrant hair that isn't bad looking? That's really attractive...

"Oh, hey there, are we in your way?" I perk again, my eyes refocusing on the set of brown ones now looking back at me. Crap, I'm staring!

Oh wait!

Is he talking to me? My lips part a bit as he steps out of my way, presenting the list to me like its a token of his admiration.

He is! Oh crap... what do I do?!

Maybe moving is a good start...

Taking a couple steps, I bring myself before the board and reach up to start my search at the top slot.

"Darn... He's still first," I whisper, "Oh well...good job Ishida!" I smile. Udyuu is a cool dude, sometimes we sit in silence together, he'll sew and I'll read. We're kind of loners, and loners attract other loners because we like to be alone together. Or I've just made a habit of sitting next to him and he just doesn't notice me. I slide my digit to second place, "There I am!" there's a warm tingle in my heart.

"Whoa, Second place? Way to go Shiro," I jump slightly, turning to see the built frame of Ichigo looking to me, a light admiration in his eyes.

Oh my gosh! A boy actually did talk to me today!

I should wear shorts more often...

My hands come up to cup either side of my embarrassed face, "Oh...thank you," I bow my head slightly. Ugh, I'm so awkward! But Ichigo doesn't notice, however, as he's turned away to catch sight of something else that's far more interesting than me.

Oh... I guess the conversation is over...

I twirl on my toes with a pang in my chest, but I refuse to let it get me down!

"Five...six...seven...eight.." I whisper, gliding through the emptying halls with the sway of my legs. A little subtle practice never hurt anyone.

I dance my way right out of the school and jette my ass through those doors.

Perfect form!

"Yes!" I celebrate, and spend the whole walk home trying to get it right again.

When I do get home, I find that we don't have much homework at all, I finish it with ease!

"Now what to do!" I bound about the room with such wonder, the walls being filled with so much possibility! "I could practice drawing! Or read some more! Or... I don't know!" I squeal.

I rush to my art room, and take up one of my larger sketchbooks and a pencil. Then I sit down and draw... nothing.

. . .

. . .

"I can't think of anything," I verbalize the dilemma after sometime.

. . .

Well, that means I'm doing anatomy studies today.

Standing up, I pack some materials and my sketchbook into my art pouch thingy, I never remember what it's called. I set the materials down and head to my room to change.

. . .

Walking though the halls, I'm without words to speak.

. . .

"This is why I speak aloud all the time, the silence is creepy," I tell the house. I change quick and head outside.

Oh! It's such a nice day! It makes my chest all tingly!

So nice!

I make my way around town in search of some sort of model, but it's hard to find one when I can't pull my eyes from the sky. It's just so beautiful. Seriously, if you ever want to look at a gorgeous scene, just look up while you're outside. It's always amazing.

Maybe I'll just draw the sky?

I don't know, I might. I continue thinking about it as I step out into the street and get hit by car.

No, seriously, It barrels around the corner and screams a warning, but my thoughts of my last day distract me and clog my ears. I turn towards it before impact and watch the metal reaper beg itself to postpone my expiration, but it can't.

No one can stop death.

BAM!

I go flying, the feeling of my head crashing against the concrete acts as my send off into the realm of darkness.

~X~

I don't know how long it takes me to wake up, but I do.

Jingle.

I sit up. Crap... my head is really pounding. But I suppose that's to be expected. At least I don't feel like I got hit by a car...

I creak open my eyes, everything is blurry, no doubt due to my head injury. Oh man...

Blinking rapidly, I shoo the curtain of murk. Much better.

Jingle.

What the heck is that noise?

I look to the origin and find...a chain...?

What the heck?

Following it, I see it's connected to something near me. Yeah, it's connected to...my chest? My eyes widen. "Wait what?" I ask the metal, hoping it would answer my questions about its existence.

...

Where does it lead?

Following it, I see it's connecting me to... me?

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Put it in park. Then reverse, and take it all the way back ten fucking blocks.

How!?

How am I being connected to me? I mean, when you say it that way it kind of makes sense, but how am I here but over there at the same time? That doesn't make any sense! I can't occupy two spaces at the once! That's not how things work!

Why is there even a chain bolted to my chest?

I take hold of the thing.

...Maybe I'm dreaming?

That's it!

I'm in the hospital after being hit! And this chain is a metaphor of life! Haha! I'm so smart sometimes!

So then, by this new logic, if I climb back into my body, I'll wake up and-

!

What's that?

It's a sound. I've never heard anything like it and if I tried to spell it out, it would make my brain hurt, but what ever it is, it's above me.

Looking up, I see the blue ocean that I love so much.

But something is wrong.

The surface is being breached by black dots, and from them are grotesque creatures with skeletal faces and animalistic forms. They're gross, murky colors like dark grey, green mucus and poisonous purple.

!

I turn as reality rips open in the space between me and...me. But a white head doesn't come through, instead, a claw plagued hand of shiny black shows itself, and it slams down on top the metal links connected to me. Digging up the ground, it pulls on the silver line, and I feel it beginning to suspend me.

And. It. Hurts.

It burns like an acid squirting from my chest, and it runs over me, eating through any communication paths my brain had with my limbs. It attempts to do the same with my arms, but I refuse the damning paralysis, taking hold of the chain with my hands and pulling myself up to lessen the pain.

"Oh my, my, my." My body chills to the level of the deep octaves. I open my eyes. When did I close them? The beast has freed his other arm to hold himself up, and his massive cranium to get a good look at me.

My heart stops beneath the scrutiny of the yellow glow he calls an eye.

"What a cute little soul... and you may or may not know it, but you are going to be quite the main course..."

What! He was going to what!

"What are you! Who are you? What do you want?!"

"Oh my... You're obviously new to this... I am what is called a hollow and I originally came here to sneak up on the soul reaper soul that is getting more appetizing by the minute. . . but you seem to be a far more filling food item. . ."

"F...Food?" My eyes stretch so wide it burns.

"But first..."

He squeezes his hand and the sheer force snaps the chain, separating me, but my half is still caught in his grip.

"There... now that that's out of the way, we can get to dinner..."

He pinches the silver, lifting it above his head along with me. Fuck. I watch his mouth open wide like he's unhinged his jaw, and he dangles me right over it.

"N...no!" I tighten my hold on the chain as he lowers me sluggishly to ramp up my anxiety.

TH-THUMP!

TH-THUMP!

TH-THUMP!

I climb higher to slow my decent with nothing more than my pathetic whines of disapproval to protect me.

"H-Help!" I shout out, blinking away salty mist from my sight.

Then it lets go.

And I fall.

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..

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"HIYA!"

"Unf!" I hit the ground pretty hard but let me tell you, I've never been so happy to be in pain. My heart is pounding hard; I wouldn't be surprised if it actually breaks out my chest in a few more attempts.

"Hey, are you alright?" I know that voice...

Turning, I see my suspicions manifested into the form of a savor in black, "Ichigo?" I breathe. Those fierce brown eyes widen at the sight of my flushed features, then they flicker down to my attire.

I look down too.

...

Oh!

He wasn't expecting me to dress like this out of school.

I dress ever so slightly gothic, but I expected people to suspect that because of my half-french braided, half curly hair, but whatever, I really don't give a shit right now.

"You're the girl from class...Shiro," he pronounces, and I would have curled up and blushed at his recollection if I wasn't so hyped on adrenaline.

"Yeah..." I pant.

He aids me to my feet and he is taller than I remember, "What happened?" He narrows his eyes.

"Got hit...by a car" I get out.

Frowning he stops examining my form at the sight of my chest.

The chain.

"Wait," he takes the end of it into his strong hand, "What happened to this?" his brow sinks.

"That-that monster thing, hollow or whatever, it-it snapped it!" I stammer, taking my hand from his to rub my sweaty palms on my black shorts and fishnets. I watch as Ichigo's eyes harden and, with them, a rock in my gut.

"I'm sorry"

What? What was he sorry for?

"What's wrong.. Ichigo?" I look at him.

"Look, when your chain was broken, you died..."

Died. . .

Died. . .

"What! No, I'm sitting here talking to you right now, aren't I?!" I snatch my chain out of his filthy little liar hands.

"I can see ghosts, and I'm in spirit form right now!" he explains, "Look, I have a lot of other souls like you who are in trouble and hollow to kill," his cut-throat demeanor then crumbles to a vague awkwardness, "I'm sorry you uh... died, but I have to help you pass over," he flips a sword I hadn't noticed previously to its hilt and jabs it towards me, but I dodge.

"No!" I duck around him.

"Hey! Hold still!" he beckons my submission, but I deny him, gathering my chain into my arms and taking off into a sprint.

"No! Fuck you! I'm not dead!" I inform him.

"Hey wait up!" Hell no! I'm not dead!

RWWAAAAUUH!

The hellish roars are before me and as I suspect, the air borne beasts dive around the corner and directly at me.

Crap!

I saute then jete the fuck out of there, bounding on their backs before sliding beneath the last three.

Behind me I hear a blend of battle cries and defeated howls, but I can't let Ichigo catch up to me! Tumbling onto my feet I sprint, sliding around a corner and towards a busier street, my chain excess still jiggling away in my arms.

Oh! A woman!

"Excuse me ma'am! Please help!" I stop before her with a smile, but she doesn't even look up from her phone. She doesn't even stop walking! She just goes right through me!

Right through me.

"no..." I shake my head viciously, "I'm not dead!" I stumble into another dash, eyes closed. My sight wasn't doing me any good anyway, what with all the tears blocking my view.

"Help! Someone! Please!"

What was happening! A girl is sprinting down a busy street in a clear state of panic asking- no- begging for help, and no one is so much as looking at me?

In my self-inflected blindness I feel the hard pounds of my feet on concrete dwindle to soft thuds on grass.

Finally reopening my eyes, I see a streak of bright blue shoot past my face. It's too fast to follow, but I hear a hollow's swan song just to my right.

Oh man, I really hope that was an ally trying to be all bad ass by narrowly missing me with their projectile.

"Miss Bokuso-chi?" a voice beckons me. Gasp! I know it!

I whip around to find Ishida with some cool looking bow made of blue light. He's confused for a moment as he looks me up and down. Is a black off the shoulder shirt really that weird? I mean, sure, there's a rhinestone skull on it, but really!

"Are you... dead?" he frowns, his eyes pausing on the chain clinging to my chest. I shake my head vigorously.

"NO! I'm not! You can see me! and you're not dead! So I'm not either, right?" I try, clingy desperately to that logic as my last hope.

Ichigo gives an annoyed sighed, "Don't waste your time Udyuu, she's stubborn... I've been trying to get her to pass on for a while now" he states, to which I stick a big fat tongue out at him. His face curls into fed-up rage and he stomps his way towards me. "Why you... what the hell is that?" Ichigo's gaze was fixated on the sky.

What is what? I turn to join the gawking males.

. . .

What the hell is that?!

The face of blue above was broke out into black blemishes, but the ugliest one of them all was the one that pops, seeping two puss, white hands. The sight could make any jaw slacken.

"Udyu! Stop it. Stop it now!" I barely see the red head take up Ishida's collar.

"I.. can't. That small amount of bait was never meant to attract this many hollows..." We watch as the rip widens, "Nor was it strong enough to summon something like that..." Udyu adds in a petrified voice.

"What... the..." I can't finish the sentence, it's cut off by the overwhelming beast's first steps into this world. It is nothing more than a ginormous, slender being drapped in a tattered darkness, but it needs not be much else in all its prowess.

Before anyone could comment, Ichigo gathers up his sword and charges for the monster with determination that could be considered stupid. He pounces, but another step from the hell god banishes him from the being's presence.

What are we going to do?

I try to entertain the question, try to come up with solutions to tell the boys or commands to move my body, but I can't. Those yellow white suns in that thing's pointy nose'd mask are beam directly on me, drying up my mind and will like a well and damning me to this creature's mercy. I..I just can't deal with the likeness this beast shares with the grim reaper.

And it has come for me.

It bends it lengthy body like a straw and summons its hand that looks like it can smash the entire town with a swat.

And.

It.

Reaches for me.

It is not until the limb has forced the sun to forget about me that it all clicks.

"Move!"

All at once, we dash for cover but Ichigo reaches for me, and I him. Our hands lapse, but evil sweat on mine pushes him away and curses me to an inevitable end.

CrUnCH!!

F-Fuck... this weight! I think my bones are... are breaking! Ugh! It sounds like carrots being snapped! That warm stuff, is that blood? Where is it going? It should be inside me. What's happening to my energy? It...it's disappearing...

It hurts...

It hurts so much...

~x~

Kisuke Urahara separates himself from the world with a fan once he's done giving the bound Rukia his spiel. Placing his eyes back on the fight, he... sees the Menos Grande standing back to its full height?

Wait a minute.

Where is?

Oh, Ichigo and the Quincy are over to the side, had the menos tried to grab the soul reaper? How...

Drip!

The Menos' hand is still balled up...

Narrowing his eyes, the shop keeper notices the black hair peering out the top of the fist...and the blood dripping from the bottom.

That...couldn't...be...right.

A Menos needs a filling meal, and the only one around is Ichigo, right?

Unless...

The preexisting smirk becomes genuine.

"Interesting" he tells the air.

He thought he felt another spiritual pressure that was too high to be the quincy's.

The blonde male watches as the beast is vanguished by Ichigo's mighty blow, and it releases its prize in its hurried retreat.

The once captured being falls amongst its red elixir, but Urahara flash-steps to undertake the fallen... girl?

She is not in good shape. Just by looking at her he can tell she might have more broken bones than not.

one of them is looking at him through a hole it made in her skin.

Something is clearly puncture because blood is pooling in her mouth, and a few appendages are bending in the wrong places.

How is she not dead already?

She needs immediate care.

It is then he notices the broken chain upon her chest.

It looks fresh...

"hmm... Where's your body...?" just as this thought crosses his mind, Tessa appears with Jinta and Uduru.

"Oh that poor child..." Tessa takes her from Kisuke's arms and makes haste back to the store.

It will take a miracle to save her.