Chapter one: Meeting the Fox

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN BLEACH!! PERIOD. EXCLAMATION POINT! OK THEN ON WITH THE STORY, DEDICATED TO A GIN LOVER XD…. thoughts are in italics. Its set before ichigo became a soul-reaper.

"Damnit!" He cursed. Why did his partner have to be so slow?

The man dressed in black waited patiently for his partner outside of the bank. He was supposed to be very quick with grabbing the cash. I mean, he had a gun, and the bank teller was an old guy going into retirement. What was the problem?

Suddenly he heard an alarm blare. The signal that it was time for the getaway driver to go, even without his partner. That was the way it worked. Besides his partner was a rookie, even if he made it out, it wouldn't be possible for him to join. He was way too clumsy.

Speaking of partners, there his was, running with a bag in each arm, green papers falling out in random places. He got in the car and both of them drove off. At least that's what would have happened if the gas tank were full instead of empty.

"C'mon! Go already ya piece of junk!" No amount of yelling ever helps in situations like these. "Forget it." The other one said, "We have to ditch the van, and take off. Maybe if we get lucky, we could out run the cops and get to our hideout"

They got out promptly, pulling on their masks and started sprinting, never looking back. Red and blue lights hit the walls all around them as they struggled to beat the police. They turned around the corner and there she was.

It was a girl, about fourteen years of age, standing there with red and orange ice cream dripping down her hand. She was about 5 feet tall and weighed very little for her age. She wore a pink jacket, a tye-dye and regular jeans. Her hair was long stretching down her shoulders and looked sleek with shine. Her expression to the two men was of utmost horror, which was obvious seeing as how one of them had a gun and the other handled money.

Now obviously, the men weren't ready for introductions, much less stopping for her, so they did the obvious thing that they would do if they saw an obstacle. They eliminated it. She fell to the ground, dead before the thump of body to concrete was effective enough to initiate a sound.

POV of the OC:

She looked around at her surroundings, but all that she could see was empty blackness. What happened to her? She didn't remember anything. Waking up, she carefully checked herself to see if she was ok. Little minor cuts, but other than that, she appeared to be fine. Another check, her clothes appeared to be the same as they were from before she died. There was no way that she could have known that however, so she didn't pay it any attention. Looking around her surroundings, she could see that she was in an abandoned part of the village. Out in the distance, she could make out a white castle. Strangely, she made her way to the mysterious structure. After all, it didn't seem as if there were any more places to go.

A short walk later, she gasped at the entrance. A huge behemoth of a man stood in her path, two axes lying on the floor next to him. As soon as she came to the clearance, she struggled at what she tried to say. However, she didn't need to say anything, as she was let in. Someone was expecting her. She muttered her thanks to the stranger, and walked in right before the huge door slammed behind her.

A fresh breath inhaled and exhaled throughout her system. Taking a few calculations, she could tell that she stumbled upon a training dojo of some kind. Many people dressed in uniforms were sparing with each other. The head of this appeared to be a giant of a man with spike-like hair. She could tell that he was the leader, due to the fact that he wore a white shredded edge uniform, compared to everyone else who wore black. Bells donned the tips of the spikes, which made a jingling sound, every time he walked. He had an eye patch over his right eye. Holstered over his left shoulder, was a pink looking child. It looked like the perfect team, tall versus short, pink versus black. However many who would voice their opinions, would be sliced into chunks.

"Alright maggots, take ten!" He looked bored. Many times he didn't even think his squad was capable enough, not enough bloodlust in their eyes. Then he turned to see the girl, huddled over a barrel staring at him. "What do you want?" he barked.

She treaded over in a slow manner. She was about to say something when the pink child interrupted her. "Kenny look! Her shirt makes me happy! It's so colorful. Why can't I ever wear something like that?

Kenpachi looked rather annoyed by the question. He knew that she knew the answer, but was just messing with him. She always did that. But he always answered her anyway. "Its because you're a vice-captain. You're supposed to show some class."

She pouted, but remained silent anyway. Kenpachi then turned to the girl. "I'll repeat the question more slowly, what do you want?"

She looked terrified at him; his biceps looked like it could tear a horse in half. But she gathered up her courage and asked him the question on her mind. "Where am I?"

He looked surprised by this. Normally, souls don't ask where they were; they just accepted the fact that they were in soul-society. It appeared that she suffered from some memory loss. Strange, he thought.

Yachiru interrupted his thoughts as she answered her, "You're in soul-society girl. It's the place you go where you die. Wait hey Kenpachi; can she be the new fourth seat? You know how oldie, left us about a month ago? Besides, she looks fun, if you don't, I swear that I'll cry!!"

Kenpachi never wanted that and then again, it looked like Yachiru was terribly fond of her. But on the other hand, he wanted fighters. So he came up with a solution.

Kenpachi explained to her, that he would let her try out for a position starting tomorrow.

"Ok then". Yachiru yelped out. She finally found a friend who was as fond of bright colors as her. "Follow me!" The clueless girl wound up in her grip, and could only hold on as Yachiru ran with super fast speed, not noticing that her passenger didn't have a tolerance for fast speeds like she did.

"Oh sorry" she skidded to a halt, making the girl smack headfirst into a wall. She spun around dizzily before almost landing in a heap next to Yachiru. She looked up at the smaller lieutenant, before giving her the first sheepish smile that she ever gave in this lifetime. Yachiru looked back with curiosity then broke out with a big grin, "you're funny, what's your name?"

"Etsuka" she replied. Strange she thought, that she would remember something after all. I guess that it was possible for me to remember after all. Maybe I can find out more of my past later.

Yachiru frowned slightly. She didn't like names like these they confused her. "That name is way too long. Etsuka." It didn't taste right to her. "How about I call you tye-dye?"

Etsuka nodded slightly. She didn't see any reason to ignore her, besides she was her superior now, wouldn't that be defiance? Yachiru seemed to know what she was thinking because she said right after, "Besides, don't think of me as a superior, think of me as a friend" she smiled wide. The thoughts of having another friend made her happy, almost as happy as the time she met Ken-Chan.

Etsuka smiled weakly and the two continued to walk and talk. Yachiru asked if she liked ice cream and candy. Etsuka grinned from ear to ear. Yachiru recommended that she give her a tour of soul-society, starting with the ice-cream storage unit first, obviously. Etsuka agreed seeing as how she hadn't eaten in this lifetime yet.

All of a sudden, a hollow stepped in their way. Strange, Yachiru thought. There shouldn't be hollows this close to soul-society. She sighed, not wanting to fight, but drawing her zanpakutou anyway. Suddenly a sword from a few feet away pierced its chest.

The source was from a man with pure silver snow hair. He smiled a devilishly wicked grin; in fact it was uncommon not to see him smile. He looked like a fox. He wore a white uniform like Zaraki, meaning that he was also of high standard. He smiled as his sword was commanded back into his sash. Walking over to the two, his smile never faltered.

"Who is he?" she asked Yachiru.

She looked back at her with a blank look. "You don't need to know him." The familiar feeling of snakes crawled along her throat again. She had felt this feeling too many times in the past.

He finally walked up to the two and smiled at Etsuka. "Hi, I don't believe we met. 3rd squad captain, Gin Ichimaru."

The first chapter isn't that good, but I just needed to get a little back-story into it. Read's and reviews, please. C'mon u know you want to XD.