Chapter 1

"Gone." She noted simply, out of the blue. Her sister's blood red eyes looked over to her, casually. "Already?" she asked. She had just burned three buildings the other day; there was no way her little sister had already run out of charcoal. "Gone." She said again turning her crystal blue eyes to the sky, skipping like a child.

"How in the hell did you manage that?" Azumi questioned. Ashyah held up her hands, they were completely covered in soot and ash, Azumi knew all too well what that meant. "Something pretty big must be coming if you already ran out of your charcoal, what was your premonition of?" Azumi asked, really curious now. But Ashyah only stared back at the evening sky and smiled. "Gone," was her only response. Azumi sighed in exasperation, "You're a pain in my ass sometimes you know?" but smiled and shook her head none the less. This was her sister after all, what was she to expect? Azumi swept her eyes along the town, there weren't a lot of people in the area and there seemed to be a couple abandoned buildings up ahead. They were only humans, and who would care about a couple of empty buildings? Azumi smirked; I could use the extra practice anyway. Not that it could be called practice. I wish someone on this dull planet would offer a good challenge. Or at least distract me from my boredom.

Ashyah started to skip ahead giggling and singing out loudly "Ring around the rosies, pockets full of posies, ashes! Ashes! They all fall down!" She spun on the tips of her bare toes, looking more happy than usual for some reason. Azumi rolled her eyes, what's going on in that head now? Only time would tell that. Ashyah never exactly elaborated on anything she said or did, that was for you to find out on your own. Except it was really exasperating for Azumi, she had to take care of that psycho. But hey, look who's talking, the one about to commit arson just because her sister ran out of drawing materials for her symbolic premonition's. And when you say it like that, I guess they were both a little mental.

-Later-

The flames warmed the skin, it was beautiful. Ashyah looked at it with a dazed look, as if she was hypnotized by the flame. Azumi looked on with satisfaction, proud of her work. Maybe she wasn't the best artist like her sister but there was beauty in destruction, no matter what anyone told her. Azumi was an artist of destruction and that was close enough to any other kind of artist right? Ashyah was suddenly walking up to the burning building. Azumi ran up to her, "Oh, no you don't." Dragging Ashyah back by the collar, Azumi knew what her sister was going to do before she even did it. Ashyah had a sick fascination with blood, even if it was her own, Ashyah would have gone right up to that fire just to watch the flesh of her hands burn away in all its gruesome beauty. Not that Azumi blamed her, but she really ought to learn that the blood was better coming from the enemy. Sometimes Azumi thought her sister did it just to be a pain, Ashyah liked messing with people, but that was in her nature as one with the power of illusions. For the hundredth time that day, she sighed in exasperation, "What am I going to do with you? I should just hand you over to some stranger...actually, that might be a little funny..." Ashyah only smiled innocently, as per usual. Though despite her threats, Azumi could never do that. Her sister was all she had left...

Suddenly, Ashyah pulled at the hem of Azumi's black tank top. Azumi looked at her with questioning red eyes. Ashyah held up six fingers, smiling and then she held up four fingers. She looked at me with expectant blue eyes; did she expect me to understand what the hell that meant? I clutched the bridge of my nose between my forefinger and thumb, closing my eyes shut; I'm too damn tired for this!

When Azumi opened them again, Ashyah was gone. "W-what?!" Azumi sputtered, looking around. She spotted her sister darting for the nearest tree line. "A-Ashyah! Get your ass back here! Stop running, dammit!" she shouted, chasing after her and leaving the burning building behind her. After what felt like forever, Ashyah finally stopped running when she reached a cherry blossom tree in what seemed to be a park. Ashyah was just starting to climb said tree when Azumi caught up and grabbed the back of her slightly oversized white button up shirt, hauling her down. Azumi gave her an angry glare, Ashyah looked at Azumi confused. As if running off to god-knows-where out of the blue was the most normal thing in the world. Yet again, Ashyah probably thought burning yourself alive was the most normal thing in the world.

But still, "Why did you run off like that!?" Azumi shouted still angry, clutching Ashyah's shoulders. Ashyah looked around the park then into Azumi's eyes, "tomorrow!" she whispered excitedly, happiness swelled within her blue eyes. Azumi was shocked. She hadn't seen her sister look this happy in hundreds of years, not since...Azumi refused to finish that thought. She let go of her sister's shoulders; something good must be happening here at the park tomorrow. But what? Ashyah resumed climbing up the cherry blossom, sitting all the way up at the highest branch, picking at the cherry blossoms and staring through the smaller branches to look at the stars above.

Azumi yawned, climbing up to lowest branch to sleep on. It was easier to escape or fight this way. Ashyah was better off in the higher branches, hidden so she could confuse and manipulate her attackers with her illusion powers from afar. Azumi needed a quick access to get to the ground so she could attack the enemy in a more physical way. Azumi closed her eyes, allowing the bliss of sleep darken her world.

-Next Morning-

Ichigo opened his eyes, wondering why his immature father wasn't attacking him yet. Getting up cautiously he looked at his clock on the nearby desk. It read 4:36 AM; Why they hell am I waking up at this hour? He wasn't tired though, so he decided he'd get dressed and go for a walk. Leaving a note that said he was going out, he shoved his cell and key to the house in his pocket as he headed out into the cool morning air. As he walked out into the streets, he noticed something was off. It was just this feeling buzzing through the air. As he continued his walk, his mind woke up in the realization that the buzzing in the air was an abnormally strong spiritual pressure. He followed the feeling as it got stronger, taking twists and turns in which it got more prominent. He suddenly heard the swish of clothing and jerked around, already in a defensive position. It was just Rukia. "So you felt the spiritual pressure too?" she asked in a monotone voice, her question more of a statement. Ichigo relaxed his stance, nodding his head. Rukia walked up to his side, and they continued following the spiritual pressure together.

-Same Time in Hueco Mundo-

Grimmjow peaked open an eye, something was disturbing his nap. It was just slight, but he sensed it none-the-less. It was coming from the human world. Curious and bored out of his mind anyway, he decided to follow the energy to the portal. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he lazily walked to the portal, not in any rush. When he got there he met Ulquiorra, with the portal already opened. He smirked, "Hey emo!" he shouted. Ulquiorra glanced to the side, his eyes speaking death at the nickname. "What do you want, simple minded trash?" he spoke in his cold emotionless voice, though did Grimmjow sense a tint of annoyance? Grimmjow's smirk broadened into a wicked grin, "Well it wasn't to see your happy face, that's for damn sure." Ulquiorra just stared at him, his face giving away nothing. Grimmjow sighed; Damn and here I thought I could get a rise outa him. Shoulda known though, the damn heartless bastard...

"I don't care where you go or what you are doing, just stay out of my way, trash." Ulquiorra warned, stepping through the portal. "That guy..." Grimmjow muttered in annoyance before stepping through the portal as well.

-In the Park-

Azumi was snoozing on the lower branch of the cherry blossom tree, her head resting on the trunk of the tree. She was unaware of what her sister was doing, it's not that she was a heavy sleeper just that she was used to her sister's spiritual pressure. Up above, Ashyah twirled her metal collar on her forefinger.

The same collar that hid her strong spiritual pressure...

It was then that four different pressures drew near. Azumi shifted, starting to wake up. Ashyah observed her black collar, admiring it. Azumi's was silver, another way of telling them apart. Ashyah then observed her sister, she looked more like a woman than Ashyah, who had more childish features. Does 10 seconds apart really give a girl that much time to age? Ashyah wondered as a fish swam near her head. Not that anyone other than her could see it, that was just apart of her ability to see illusions and premonitions. Though she could never tell which one it was sometimes. The spiritual pressures were close enough now. Ashyah clasped the metal collar around her neck again. Just as she did, her sister woke up. Getting ready for a fight once she fully sensed the four oncoming spiritual pressures. Azumi looked up towards Ashyah, Ashyah smiled. Azumi took out her staff from the belt loop of her dark blue jean shorts. It was shortened now for travel, but once she allowed her spiritual energy to flow through it, it would elongate to the size that suited her. She also liked the fact that it could shift into two long daggers. She thought about just killing them without revealing herself, but she was bored and worried about getting out of practice, so she jumped down from her perch in the tree.

"Now Ashyah, don't help today. I want to practice, and when I'm done, I'll let you play in the blood alright?" Azumi asked, not quite awake. Ashyah nodded, staring at the cherry blossoms in her hands and smiling.

"Sister?" Ashyah asked before Azumi walked out. "What?" Azumi almost whined, really wanting a fight.

"Don't kill them…"

"Huh? Since when did you have any objections on killing? And how do you expect to play in their blood if they're not dead?" Azumi asked, confused as to why her sister was acting so strange lately. I knew it could just be her chaotic brain, but this was different. I squinted at her, trying to figure out anything that would allow me to read her. Though I knew trying would just give me a headache, this was too out of character for her. And to my surprise I saw a sad hopefulness in her expression. "Ok…" I mumbled, concerned. I walked out into the large expanse of green, waiting for my opponents. The first two spiritual pressures arrived. They were a strange duo, one was a tall teenage boy with crazy orange hair, the other a very short woman with short black hair.

From the cherry blossom tree, Ashyah's heart broke, they weren't it. Was her premonition a simple illusion? Her mind wanting to see something that was gone forever? No, there are still two more coming. She was sure. They would come. Her premonition had not been wrong. It couldn't have been. She didn't think she could handle it if her mind suddenly played such cruel tricks on her. She had seen many things in her premonitions and her illusions, some beautiful, others so gruesome Hitler looked like a saint. Ashyah never had an issue with gore and screaming, children crying over their mother's corpses. It was an everyday normal thing, but lying, especially about that, was not ok with Ashyah. And if Azumi knew, and it did turn out to be a lie, she would go on a massacre. Ashyah wanted to keep it a happy surprise, but if it did turn out to only be an illusion, then at least Azumi wouldn't get hurt. Ashyah wanted beyond want for it to be true, that he'd kept his promise.

Ashyah bit her lip in nervousness, so hard that it bled and slipped down her chin and stained the white cotton of her button up. She swiped at it with her hand looking at the blood. If Azumi knew she'd be pissed. Ashyah wiped the blood on the soft petals of the cherry blossoms, then shoved them into the pockets of her black jean shorts, turning her eyes to her sister. Closely examining the soul reapers. Especially the orange haired one, when she looked at him she could hear hysteric laughter. Whether it was an illusion or premonition she wasn't sure, but she was leaning towards the premonition conclusion since when she turned her eyes to the girl, the laughter suddenly stopped. Her eyes snapped back at the carrot top and sure enough the laughter started right back up. Ashyah right away decided she would not trust him. Pulling her knees to her chest, she watched.

Azumi smirked, the boy with the orange hair had a very interesting spiritual pressure, unlike anything she had ever felt. It was almost like Ashyah and her's...It would surely be an interesting fight. But before she jumped to it, she would wait for the other two to arrive. Wouldn't want an unexpected attack from behind. Though she knew Ashyah wouldn't allow it to come to that, she did ask for her to stay back. It was possible that Ashyah would stay back and let Azumi get beat up a little just to prove a point.

ICHIGO POV

I observed the girl in front of me. This was the strong spiritual pressure I had been sensing? The pressure had suddenly diminished tremendously as soon as they had reached the entrance of the park, but it was the same one none the less. But this girl, it was somehow different but similar at the same time. Was there someone else here? Looking around I saw no one else but…

"Hey, baka carrot top! I'm over here!" the girl shouted. Ichigo could feel his annoyance rising, like I haven't heard that a million times before, why does everyone got to pick on my hair?

"So, why are you here anyway?" the girl asked, twirling what seemed to be a staff in hand. She's gotta be kidding...Ichigo thought, confused. It was Rukia that answered, "We could sense a powerful spiritual pressure, but I get the feeling that we may be mistaken. And yet the energy you admit is very similar to the one from before…" Ichigo nodded, the girl in front of them did have a similar energy but it wasn't right. Then it hit him, "I get the feeling we're not alone, are we?" The girl in front of him seemed to stiffen her stance, it almost seemed protective yet the look in her eyes was calculating. This girl was protecting someone, he knew the look all too well. Ichigo swept his eyes to the cherry blossom she came over from, and could now sense the other spiritual pressure, it was small, so small that it was almost not there at all, as if they were trying to hide themselves. But this spiritual pressure was the one, it was the same just very diminished. But how could someone's spiritual pressure be so powerful at one point and then suddenly go to nothing?

Azumi cursed under her breath, how could this have happened? Unless….she followed the gaze of the orange haired boy, Ashyah… She hoped Ashyah could see her glare from here. It's not that she didn't want a fight, but did it have to be SO DAMN EARLY!? Then the question arose, why did she do it? Was this part of a premonition? Was she just following what her mind had told her? She came here for a reason, but could it be so simple as for me to get in some needed practice? What are you thinking up there? Azumi wondered. It was then that the two other spiritual pressures arrived.

Authors Note: Sorry to any of those who had read this chapter before I fixed it (something went wrong with my copy and paste)