I woke up at the sound of my watch; finding myself in a new room "Wh- Where am I?" I asked sleepy eyed.

"It's all right. You're staying with me for the rest of your time at high school." Kisuke said walking through the door.

"Wada' ya' mean?" I inquired.

"Something terrible happened to your father last night after you left." My eyes got a huge as my face… ok well maybe not that big BUT THEY WERE STILL BIG.

"Your father has died, and I'm now taking custody of you. There is something I have to tell you about how he died, but when the time is right. So… Right now I'm going to make us some eggs." He left.

All the events of my life came piling up on me at this moment. I started to shake uncontrollably, and my eyes watered up—I didn't shed a tear. I've hated that man all my life… I've wished death upon him so many times… And now he's dead. Knowing my one place I had my little bit of security was gone and that I was going into a new unknown world confused me so much. Will it be better? Will it be worse…? No of course it had to be better!

I walked out in to the room I assumed was the living room sat down, and reached for the remote hesitantly. Once I decided this will be my new house I flipped through the channels.

"Getting comfortable I see?" A mean looking little red head boy glared at me. "I'm going to need to talk to Kisuke about this. I mean it's bad enough to have one moocher BUT TWO! God!"

"Hey! Who are you calling a moocher! You little punk!" I yelled walking over to the kid, and held him by the ear.

"OW! OW! OW!" He yelped "Put me down!"

"Learn to respect you elders." I said, but he didn't say anything. "Hmp! Say you're sorry!" I tugged

"Sorry, I'm sorry!" He cried, and I set him down.

"Scarlet! We'll have to put a hold on the eggs! You need to be at school in 10 minutes!" Kisuke yelled. While throwing, my uniform in my face.

"What?!" I screamed. "Crap!" I ran into the room I woke up in, changed as fast as I could, and put my hair up in a sloppy pony. Everything was such a haze. I ran out the door, remembering I didn't have a back pack, and thought what the hell just happened to my life?

School had already started when I arrived. "Scarlet Inoshya is present!" I yelled falling in the room. I got up ignoring the eyes that were on me, and took the only seat open. Unfortunately it was in front of Ichigo. I looked at him and tried to smile, but he was expressionless. I took my seat, and listened to the lesson Ms. Grayfeild had planned out.

"Ack!!!" I slammed my head into my locker repeatedly.

"Ummm Scarlet?" A short boy maybe a grade scholar with white spiky hair tapped me on the shoulder. When I didn't answer, he grabbed my hand and walked me down the hall.

"Hey! Whoa! Where are you taking me?!?" I said trying to get my hand out of his grip.

The Soul Societies orders were to keep her protected, and I can see why. Her spiritual pressure is the greatest I've ever seen. The boy thought to himself "I'm taking you to your next class."

"Do I even know you?!"

"I'm Toushiruo Hitsogyua. I'm supposed to make sure you go to your next classes." He glared at me as if he knew I skipped most my classes after fist period.

"I don't have to go…You could tell them I'm sick!" I smiled innocently, but he reminded me I already used that excuse nine times this year. "Then tell them I died." He shook his head and muttered something along the lines of 'moron'.

I sat through the next 5 classes, and almost screamed when the final bell rung.

"Ya! Ya! Ya, ya, ya!" I sang and danced out the school. Getting halfway down the steps I lost my footing, and crash landed right on top of a carrot toped person. "Oww! Oh my god I'm so sorry!!........ Ichigo? Gah!" I stuttered, and jumped off of him.

"Scar…" He sighed "…I'm sorry."

"Hn?" I looked up at him confused after he got up.

"Why don't we talk about this over some ramen?" He suggested

He grabbed my hand, and led me to Rishios House of Ramen.

"I heard about what happened to your father…" Ichigo started.

I looked down at the table, and played with my hair. "Yeah… The thing is I hated him for so long, and now I don't know what to feel. I mean I know I should feel sad, but I have no sympathy. I feel like a cold hearted bi-" He cut me off by saying that I didn't need to worry, and that no one blames me.

He decided to buy the ramen. 'Sucker' I could eat 12 bowls of ramen, and still maintain my girly figure. He continued the conversation on a way different subject. "What do you know about the Soul Society?"

I nearly spit out my food. "W-Wada' y-ya' m-m-mean?" I stuttered.

"Just what I said. You have to strong of a spiritual pressure to be just a human." He looked at me.

"I know a little. After my mom died, and I realized it was ghosts I could see. I wanted to do some research on it… It took almost a year, but I learned the basics about it. But it's not real right? Just some myths to explain people like me."

"I wish it was just something to explain people like us… So what you're telling me is that you think you're a human?"

"Yes!" I shouted so loud that people turned around to stare at me. "What else could I be a Death god?"

"Soul Reaper, and yes, I have considered that."

"You're crazy." I said walking away.

He wrapped his arms around me, it caught me so off guard that I didn't even yell at him, and I assume he did it, so I wouldn't cause anymore disturbances "What if I could show you that they exist?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded. I couldn't resist a chance to see if something like this was true.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and walked out. I fallowed.

What the hell am I doing?!? Ichigo yelled at himself I'm giving away everything about the Soul Society just because of a gut feeling.

We had made it to the park. Ichigo told me to sit down. I did as he said. Before I knew it there was two Ichigos in front of me. I screamed.

"Calm down!" The Ichigo in the black cloak slapped his hand on my mouth. He seemed to be getting irritated with my sudden out bursts, but I don't like people telling me to be quiet, so… I bit his hand. "Oww!! What the hell was that for?!?"

"Hmp!" I looked away, and grumbled, "I could ask you the same thing."

He rolled his eyes "I'm a Soul reaper. Well a substitute Soul reaper."

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"Ichigo?" Rukia and Torshurio said together. Torshurio had just finished briefing Rukia about Scarlet Inoshya when they felt Ichigo's spiritual pressure transform into a Soul Reapers. "Captain? What happened to that girl you're supposed to be watching…?"

Torshurio reluctantly told Rukia that he lost her. "Wait… you… don't think-" Rukia cut him off.

Nope not believing it. Not believing it at all! No! No! No!

I stood there looking at the second Ichigo in black. "Well?" He asked. I began to walk around him, and started to poke him. "Eh would you stop poking me?" he asked.

"No thank you." I said in an attempt to make a joke, but he just rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand.

"Ichigo!" A voice yelled. "Ichigo?!" I looked over to where the voice was coming from and saw a normal looking girl with black hair, and that one really smart grade scholar.

"Rukia? Wha-" Ichigo made an attempt to talk, but was cut short when the girl I assumed was Rukia gave him a glare that could kill the dead.

"How could you Ichigo?!" Rukia yelled. The boy with white hair, whose name I can't remember, placed a hand on her shoulder in an effort to calm her down. "Because of you, we might have to take her to the Soul Society, and figure out what to do with her."

"Hey, now wait a minute." I said a little confused about things. "No one's taking me anywhere." I took a step in front of Ichigo, and saw Rukia jump back a bit as if someone slapped her in the face.

Rukia gave a wary look at the white haired boy, and he nodded back at her. "So this is who you were talking about last night Ichigo?"

"Yes." He said flatly.

"Well I guess your right she isn't like any arrancar or Soul Reaper I've ever met, and her spiritual pressures to great for a hallow or human. So captain what is she?"

"We…have no idea…" The white haired boy answered her.

Whoa wait the seven year old is a captain?! I asked myself.

Have you been listening to them at all? My inner voice asked me.

Yeah I have—Wait I thought I got rid of you three years ago.

Nope.

Grrrrreat….

Remember what you read about the Soul Society? Once a Shimigami hits a certain age they stop aging, for all we know he could actually be 400 years old.

But the Soul Society doesn't exist.

Look behind you, the proof is right there.

You mean Ichigo?

Yes Ichigo!

By the time I was brought back to reality the others were leaving, and they told Ichigo to take me home. I watched the Ichigo in black melt into the 'human' Ichigo, I wasn't completely sure if he really human at this point. We walked in silence for three blocks, and Ichigo finally asked me where I lived.

"At the Urahara shop." I answered.

"You live with Kisuke now?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I think so."

"Err. I'm. Uh." He tried to find the right words. "Maybe you should come to my house and have him pick you up there…? It's pretty far from here, and my house is just around the block."

"Plus he can act like a total perv, and you don't feel comfortable with me going there right away?"

"Yeah that to."

Kay, well thats the end of chapter 2 please review and tell me what i could and need to work on thaks, and sorta having writers block to get the story going, so ideas could help to.