I looked over my notes that I had gotten the previous day before the 'incident' at my house. Though I was at least a year younger than Ichigo, I was in the same class as him. Why? Because I appeared smarter than the average person and had been decided that I be put higher up. I didn't mind, even if everyone left me alone. I had no friends in this school, excluding Ichigo's ones. I didn't hang out with them, making Ichigo shake his head and mutter, sometimes, "Girls!"

I was revising over my notes peacefully when a certain carrot-head yelled, "YOU!"

I sighed, then looked around. My so-called brother was standing there, in front of his friends, pointing, looking flabbergastered, at a small, layered black-haired young woman.

I heard the girl say in a tolerated and sweet voice, "Hello! You must be Ichigo. My name is Rukia!" She held out her hand.

I watched Ichigo's expression carefully as he looked down at the offered hand. My eyes narrowed in suspiscion when his expression suddenly looked scared and slightly sheepish. Ichigo took the girl's hand as if he was taking a live tarantula he had to take care of, and shook it slowly.

I rolled my eyes at his antics.

Again, I sighed, then returned to my notes.

I had a feeling that, after this event, that even more weird things would happen - Aside from all the hollows and me killing them of course.

I deftly climbed a tree and leant agains the trunk, careful not to slide off.

'Say, Chaos, do you think there will ever be a big event in my life? I need a bit of a zest, ya know?'

'Yah, something big should have happened by now. I'm surprised that you haven't met another of those Soul Society guys.' Replied my zanpakutou vaguely.

'I wonder if that new girl, Rukia, is a shinigami? She seemed to have a large amount of control reiatsu from what I could sense, and...it kind of seemed that she had a fake body...I think, anyway, from the looks of it..'

'Who knows? You brother has a terrifying amount of reiatsu. Would you be surprised if he was a Death God?'

'Ah, not at all. I know my brother. He would help someone even if it was his own enemy.'

'True true. Would he ever tell you if he is one though?'

'If he is one. We sometimes share everything, but, if he is, then he isn't telling me. If he isn't...well, he can't 'cause he doesn't know about them. Do you get it? Does that answer your question?'

'Partly...In fact, I didn't really follow any of that...'

'Wow, you really are dumb!'

'Hey...-'

I stopped talking to my sword, because someone was waving their hand in front of my face. I blinked rapidly, then looked up.

"Hey, ARIKAAAAA?!?!?" Ichigo was yelling, crouched on the branch in front of me.

I jerked back, hitting my head on the trunk behind me hard-ish, but I didn't pay attention to that. I was more furious at Ichigo. "What the hell?!" I yelled. Ichigo's eyes widened at my sudden reaction and fell sideways off the branch.

I watched with a sudden amused expression. Unfortunatly for Asano Keigo, and luckily for Ichigo, the carrot-head fell on the other guy, causing them to fall down in a heap. Chad, Inoue, the new girl, Rukia and Mizuiro, were watching, looking either unaffected, worried, laughing quietly or is laughing really hard (In order).

I swung my legs over the branch and jumped down, annoyed again. Ichigo and Keigo were shouting at each other as they both tried to get untangled.

I sighed, then looked to Rukia, making sure to look polite, "Hi, I'm Kurosaki Arika. I'm thinking you met my brother." I threw a disdainful look at Ichigo as he dusted himself off after finally getting up withought falling back over.

Rukia smiled as well, thought my sharp eyes spotted that it was forced, "Yeah, we just met this morning. He said that he wanted me to meet you."

I nodded, and Ichigo grinned, "So, Arika, I might be late to home tonight. Gotta do some tr-, I mean, I have to go somewhere important."

I inclined my head again. "So, I'm guessing that wasn't the only reason to come here with all your friends?"

Ichigo scratched his head, "Hehe, well, Orihime suggested that you should hang out with us as well, she was concerned that you might be lonely."

I smiled, and thanked Orihime. "Fine, I'll come." I drawled.

Rukia's POV

Boy, was I surprised when I went to the Kurosaki Clinic. Sheesh, this family has more reiatsu than the Soutaichou.

Since seeing Ichigo off, I discreetly followed him home, and, while he was in the shower, grabbed his brunette-haired sister's PJ's and settled in his closet.

When the lights finally went off, Ichigo hadn't fallen asleep yet. I didn't either. I was on the alert for more orders, and I had to be near Ichigo when they came, or else an innocent's life would be in danger.

There was suddenly a ring tone playing, and I got out my Soul Pager, flipping it open.

I slid open the closet door and burst out into the room.

"W-What?? Rukia?! What are you doing here? What were you doing in my closet?!" Ichigo jumped out of bed, shrieking while still keeping his voice to a whisper. He looked the cloths I was wearing. "And what are you doing with my sister's cloths?!?!?"

I held up a hand, "Quiet!" then put on the Death Glove (thingy! I dunno what the name of that thing its!) and pushed Ichigo's soul out of his body. His spirit stumbled back and his body fell to the ground. While he got sorted, I spun in a circle, trying to decide where the hollow was and which direction.

I spotted which way to go, and was out of the window before Ichigo had time to blink.

He jumped out after me.