BLEACH belongs to its rightful creator, Tite Kubo, and all other companies that have decided to endorse it. No profit is being made from this story nor is it advocating for any of the companies that hold the copyrights to the series.
I sat around, listening to the new popular music in my town, "This Is The Worst Day Of My Life," by The Actual. It seemed pretty popular to me at least. I looked over to my right, and there they stood, my crush and her friend. All of a sudden she fell over, a hole through her stomach. I saw her still though, standing off to the side, and then I saw it, a Hollow. I could see it going for the faded form of her, then I saw nothing. All I could remember was an image in my head of a mysterious sword, and a black-robed figure, and that figure looked like Ichigo Kurosaki. The same Ichigo who was mentioned by my mother as she died.
AUTHOR'S COMMENTS:
I was listening to the music mentioned in this story while it was in the writing process. I sorta was bored over this weekend, so i decided to write another chapter. Not much Writer's block with this story, but i could always use ideas. Send me an email with ideas.