It's true. I can see and talk with ghosts…

The vast orange glamour of the setting sun was gone now, duly replaced by the violet and blues from the darker spectrum of the ethereal pastel. Walking up to the building, a raven haired girl noted the locked door of the clinic entrance. She pouted for a second and glanced at her watch out of habit, then began to shuffle through her side bag for her keys.

Clinking and clanking went the key chain, sporting a bronze, silver and faux-gold key of each color, and a white plastic bunny rabbit hanging off the ring itself. Opening the door, the girl fastidiously made her way through, making sure not to attract any attention as she lightly stepped through the clinic. Heading towards a door at the opposite of the entrance, she turned the knob and sighed as her digital watched beeped on the hour.

"I'm home." She declared, opening the door with her eyes closed.

"You're late!!" A gruff voice responded, and thunderous footsteps ran towards her. The girl stepped to the side, and raised her hand palm forward. With ridiculous timing, someone large charged into her hand, and grunted and whined.

Her violet eyes scowled towards the man, of whom his arms flailed about in surprise. Finally realizing that he was stopped, the white coated man stood up and leaned two fists on his hips. "Why have you grown so cold my daughter? Not allowing your old man to hug you?" He vainly tried a second time, making smooching sounds in the process. The girl scoffed, and kicked him across the kitchen.

"Do you know what time it is?" the man screamed after getting back to his feet. ""Dinner in this house is at seven o'clock sharp, every night!!"

The large man and smaller girl were now forehead to forehead, fighting both with words and scowls. "Geez…" She scoffed again, "Is that how you greet your daughter who just helped a ghost find peace!?"

"No excuses! The rules of my house are iron! No daughter of mine is going to wander around at night without a strong male escort!!"

"What are you-"

"-Or maybe you want to rub it in my face that you can see ghosts and I can't!? Why can't I have the gift!? Why!?"

"Shut up! I didn't ask for it!" The girl argued back.

Watching the fight unfold, sat two other girls. One wore a look of disdain while watching the two. Her own raven hair caused her misery from the sheer fact that she really was related to them. The other, a blonde, Worried over her father and older sister "Please stop fighting! Dinner's getting cold…" Just not necessarily over them.

"Let the fight Yuzu…" The other girl mumbled with her chopsticks in her mouth, "Leaves more for us…"

"Your rules are way too strict!! Just because I'm a girl shouldn't make a difference!! You wouldn't make your teenage son be home by seven, would you!!?"

"Rukia, I think you have a new 'friend' haunting you." The blonde girl pointed out. Turning around, the teenager saw the floating mass of a spirit staring down at her. With remnants of a tie and buttoned collar visible on his ghostly form, his glasses nearly fogged up at the sight of her, and his cheeks reddened slightly.

"Hi…" The spirit gasped nervously.

"Geez! When did you…?" She exclaimed. "I exorcise one, and another latches onto me!! Crap!!"

"She seees them, talks to them, touches them, and channels them—" The other raven haired girl casually observed. "A quadruple threat…Must be a pain, sis, to be in such high demand."

"But you know…" The blonde added, "We're bound to be a little envious of you, Rukia. They're just blurry shapes to me." Yuzu sighed and looked down to the table. "I'd love to see one clearly."

"Not me. I'm in permanent denial. If I refuse to believe in them, it's like they don't exist." The stoic raven haired girl said. "Of course, that doesn't mean I can't make a few bucks here and there…" She took out a small brochure from her jean pants for all to see.

"Damn it Karin, You're not making money off my grief!! I'm not some-" Jumping from behind, the white coated father grabbed onto Rukia and attempted to tickle her.

"Dropped your guard!!" There was no effect from his assault, until the man was tossed aside by a now fuming teenaged girl.

"That's it! I'm going to bed!!" She angrily yelled as she thumped up the stairs and slammed the door behind her. Plopping onto her bed, the teen sighed and stared at the ceiling. A poster of a bunny stared back down, soothing her rage with its fluffiness and cute 'widdle' eyes…if just a bit. "Why is my family so weird?" She sighed.

Soft fluttering caught her attention and upon looking around the room, a butterfly floated about. "That's weird." She thought out loud. Sitting up, her large eyes were piqued in interest, and followed where the bug flew about. "A black swallowtail butterfly? Where'd it come from?" Astounded by its sudden appearance, she stood up and followed it around the room, when a sharp wind blew from behind her.

Twisting around, Rukia was faced with a darkly dressed man. Like some sort of anachronistic feudal warrior who stepped through a time portal. His hair a bright orange color, his brown eyes furrowed as he looked around, ignoring her presence. A huge sword was sheathed on his back, and he near-silently stepped onto the hard wood floor—his own wooden sandals clacked as he did so.

Looking around again, the man breathed intensely, as if he were hunting. His hand let go of his sword handle, and returned to his side. Exhaling loudly one more time, his gaze became more intense and controlled.

"What's with all the bunnies?"

Some words from the Typewriter

Excellent..my plan to get everyone's sympathy with pathetic whining worked...good...good...

Anyways, only slight differences, since Ichigo and Rukia are quite similar in character (for certain parts of the story anyways)

It's obvious that later on, things are going to get radically different, but until then--I've gotten really good at typing with one hand. You know...while the other holds a manga up... You sicko...

Fun Facts:

-The amount of money I get for writing this? $0

-The amount of money I get for basically reprinting dialogue? -$500,000 in copywrite infringement.

(Not a good thing...)

...legalities...

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