It was sundown now, and the suburban streets of Karakura town were bathed in a beautiful orange gleam. On one particular street corner, water leaked onto the pavement from a broken vase. A gang of teenaged vagrants have surrounded someone who had just attacked one of their own.

"What the!? You come here, stomp Lil' Yama in the face, and order us out like we was dogs!?"

"You crazy, bitch?"

"Got a deathwish?"

"Speak!" Not being able to restrain himself anymore, the baggy clothed teen charged the aggressor, with a strong fist flying through the air. "Say something you…"

To everyone's surprise, a foot rose up from the ground, crashing the heel right into teen's face. The teen didn't have a chance, and he dropped straight to the ground in an unconscious thump.

"Lord Buddha…" One other gang member gasped out.

"She dropped Lil' Toshi!" Despite having witnessed a crude example of kick-assery, the teens couldn't help but gawk towards the small raven haired girl, who along with the kick provided a great peek.

"What are you punks looking at?" She slowly planted her foot back to the ground, and placed her hands firmly on her hips while continuing her menacing scowl.

"N-nothing…" they began to stutter out, but they were quickly overtaken by the quick and agile schoolgirl.

"Shut up!" She screamed out, after dropping her foot down on one of the gangster's heads. "All of you chumps look at that!" She pointed her feminine digit toward the broken glass vase near the wooden telephone pole. "Question one!!" she suddenly added. "What's that? You, smelly looking guy!! You tell me!!"

"Huh? M-me?" the goateed gang member pointed to himself, confused. "Ummm…An offering for some dead kid?" The girl smirked, and immediately kicked the larger teen as a reward for the answer.

"Check out the brain on smelly!!"

"Lil' Mitch!!" another gang member screamed out in surprise.

"Lil' Mitch?!"

"You okay, Lil' Mitch?!" Two gang members ran over to help their fallen brother, and tried their best to smack him conscious.

"Question two!!!" The gang quivered in fear, as the girl's voice shouted out again. "Why is that vase…lying on its side?"

"That's cause…" A third man started to say, "We knocked it over with our skate…boards?"

"IS THAT SO?" The two teens left standing, nervously watched as the girl approached them, fearing for their lives. "THEN YOU BETTER APOLOGIZE TO HER, HADN'T YOU!?" The crazed girl pointed behind her, where no one stood but a short wall. Staring at it in confusion, the two squinted their eyes, when a bloody figure materialized right before him

"Aagh! We're sorry!"

"We're sorry!!" Don't hurt us!!"

"We'll never do it again!!" They ran away, leaving the grey clothed school girl and the floating younger—and bloody—little girl.

"Heh…I don't think they'll be back." She scoffed, and the raven haired girl turned to face the other. "Sorry for using you like that." She sighed out.

"That's ok. I asked you to get rid of them." The floating girl admitted with a smile. "I was glad to help." Walking over to pick up her bag, the raven haired girl started down the road, still bathed in yellow and orange by the setting sun.

"I'll bring…fresh flowers soon."

The floating girl smiled again, even though the other's back was turned to her. "Okay. Thank you. Now I can rest peacefully."

Smiling herself, the raven haired girl brushed her bangs to the side of her face, and waved her arm as she continued her way. "No problem. Yeah, You rest in peace."

Some words from the Typewriter

I would like to thank anyone who was curious enough to check this story out. I'm just trying this out, and I know that there have been so many AU's that start off at the begining-begining. Still, it's fun to start off here, you know?

Seriously though, I have no idea if I can pull this off...

...legalities...

Everything belongs to Tite Kubo...everything...