A/N: Alright here comes the bribery. Thank you to Bffaaitf (Sorry if its spelled wrong) for the ideas and because of them I have decided to add this chapter WAY early. I will be using some of your idea and I thank you for your support *smiles*. As for the bribe, I'll probably be more encouraged to write chaps and get them out sooner. You know how it is. It's nice to get your feed back and be told that you like it or have ideas. Thankies! Yes It is a word… In my book. Any ways, R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own bleach. I do own ChiyoChi and other OCs.

I had just gotten back from the doctors office. They had called me in to discuss a new surgery that could possibly bring back my eye sight. I was scared. I mean a lot could go wrong right? Right. But it wasn't like my family could afford it anyways. The doctor said he could set up a fund raiser but I didn't want to seem like I needed anyone's help. I'm used to doing things on my own. So I politely told the doctor that I'd think about it.

The next day at school:

I was constantly tripping and getting into trouble. Story of my life. This time I accidentally tripped and spilled my soda on a senior. Let's just say he wasn't happy. He yelled at me and suddenly I wished I wasn't blind, but deaf. "Just shut up will ya? It's not like I can see you." I growled after having enough of this crap. "What did you say?" He said as his hands went to my shoulders. I felt my self being pushed painfully into a wall. The other idiots that were with him snickered. "I said 'SHUT UP'!" I yelled angrily. "You got a lot of nerve girl to talk so irrespectively to the captain of the basket ball team." Another loser piped in. I heard a lot of agreement sounds. "Oh I see. Just because you're the captain means you rule the place don't you? Well here's a reality check." I continued, proud of myself for standing up for other victims that may have fallen into the web of jerks that call them selves awesome. "One: You're a loser and only pick on people to make yourselves feel better! Two: It was an accident and you should get over yourself! I mean I can't see! Do you think I meant to? I didn't and I'm sorry. But it doesn't give you a right to pick on me!" I yelled. I could feel the grip on my shoulders loosen.

I hadn't realized how much it had hurt until he let go. "You're right." He mumbled. I could feel my eyes widen. "Yeah I am." I said softly. "You're probably an okay guy. If you wouldn't pick on people that is. Try and be nicer. I'm sorry again for spilling my soda on you." I said smiling. This guy was alright. I kind of wondered what he looked like. He was probably tall, and maybe even handsome. "It's okay. I'm sorry too." "No problem. See you around!" I yelled as I left. I was proud. One less total jerk to worry about. Suddenly I felt myself being engulfed in a pair of arms. "c-can't B-b-breathe…." I choked out. "Sorry!" Oh great Orohime. "No P-problem." I said regaining my breath. "I saw you stand up to that jock guy! That was amazing!" One of Orohime's friends practically squealed. I resisted the urge to strangle them all. "Yeah," I said in a boring tone. "Listen I have to go. I have to uh…" What was I supposed to say? Go to the doctor? No way. That would just have her asking questions all day. "to uh…" Dang it! "oops was that the bell? Ah! Got to go ChiyoChi! BYE!" She yelled. I sighed. "Thank you so much!" I said to the sky.

I had to go to the doctors again to discuss the fund raiser. I wanted to yell, "NO I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" But I didn't. I did need their help. A fact that made me angry. I sighed as my father signed me in. I sat in a burgundy colored hospital chair in the Ishida hospital. Ishida. That name sounded familiar. But where? "ChiyoChi?" My eyes widened. "UURYU?" I questioned, having become accustomed to the sound of the main gangs voices. "What are you doing here Uuryu?" "My dad owns this place. You didn't know?" Oh Uuryu. Uuryu Ishida. I mentally slapped myself. Several times actually. "Psh I knew phh. Psh." I retorted. He chuckled. "Right." I was slightly surprised when he had laughed though. Uuryu seemed so… Bleh. Boring, serious, and no fun at all. But when he had laughed, I felt so at peace. Like nothing was wrong. I liked . A hard thing to admit, for one of my pride. I sighed. "So what are you doing here?" I bit my lip. I knew he wouldn't probably care what happened but I wasn't sure I could tell him. "I'm planning on getting a surgery to regain my eyesight." I stated bluntly. 'WHY IN THE HECK DID I SAY THAT?' I yelled in my head. "Cool. I hope it works out for you." He replied. I sighed. What he didn't know was that the only reason I was doing this was because I really wanted to see him. Of course, it would be nice to see myself too. And everyone else.

In the check up room:

The doctor finally came in the room. "Hello my name is Dr. Ishida." "Oh you're Uuryu's dad," I stated more than asked. He grunted in response. Well he seems happy to have Uuryu as his son. Notice the sarcasm. "So ChiyoChi we are here to discuss the fund raising issue and to place a date for the surgery. Mr. Yamamoto, as you know your insurance should cover most of it. The funds needed after that is around 2000 dollars or so." He told my father, who grunted in response. I found myself holding reed's hand as the doctor explained the risks. Such as losing all senses. Yay me. I felt so scared. I mean, it was alright to be scared right?

I got home and laid on my bed. I covered my eyes and sobbed lightly. "Mommy. I need you!" I screamed into a pillow making a muffled cry. I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Who is it?" I knew who. "Its me. Reed." I sucked in air. I threw myself at him and sobbed into his jacket. "Reed. I'm so scared. I might see you or I might lose all of my senses. FOREVER!" I cried into his school uniform's vest. "Chi. It'll all be okay. Even If you lose all senses, you're still my sister. I'll be there for you. Besides, you should believe in the doctors. They want you to get through this too. I do, dad does, and if you told them, so would your friends." He finished. I sobbed harder. After a long while, my shoulders stopped shaking. I cuddled deeper into his toned chest and said, "Thank you Reed." "No need to." "Will you sleep with me tonight Reed?" I know it sounds kind of weird, but we did this all the time when we were smaller and dad got really mad. "Of course, Chi." He giggled when I poked his chest, he knew I hated that nickname. But he hated this one: "Thanks ReRe." I said giggling.

I ran through the halls of the empty summer home. I searched for my mother, knowing I would never find her. I finally gave in. I fell into the soft couch, sobbing lightly. "Mommy! Why don't you come home? I miss you!" Yelled the younger version of me. "MOMMA, MOMMA!" I yelled again. I had yelled that many times now. I got up and ran farther into the dusty manor. I tripped many times. I had many bruises and cuts lining my legs. "Chi! Chi! CHI!" I was shaken from my dream. "Huh?" "You were calling mom in your sleep. I had to wake you up before dad heard." "Oh! Reed lye down he's coming!" I whispered. I heard my door open. I could smell the alcohol that wreaked the room suddenly. The man had been drinking, and drinking a lot by the smell of it. I hoped he would go away, but instead felt my hair being tugged on. My heart beat faster as I was dragged of the bed. I silently prayed that Reed would be left alone. "CHI!" He shouted. I then heard a loud clash. "REED!" I yelled at the sound of glass breaking. I could feel the breeze that filled the room. "YOU'RE A MONSTER! YOU THREW YOUR SON OUT THE WINDOW! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" I screamed as I kicked him in his uh... spot. I ran down the stairs, well more rolled, because I tripped. I ran out the doubled door mansion, feeling my short nightgown blow around. "REED!" I yelled when I tripped over him and fell into a pile of glass. I could feel the blood soak through my nightgown. Mine and my brothers. What I could not feel was the pain. I hastily picked Reed up and called 911 on the phone. "911 what is your emergency?" "PLEASE HELP HIM!" I cried into the phone. "Ma'am, please calm down. Explain slowly and give us your address." "I-I don't know my address!" "It's alright. We can find out. What is your name and emergency?" "My name is ChiyoChi Yamamoto and my dad h-he was d-drunk and threw my brother out the window!" "What is his condition?" "I don't know! I can't see I'm blind! I'm hurt too…" I whispered. I sobbed. "Sweet heart. It'll be alright. Ambulances and police men are on there way."

It felt like hours of waiting for the ambulance to show up. I was a wreck. I could hear them load Reed into the back of an ambulance, while I was loaded into my own. I finally felt the pain of the razor sharp glass that dug into various parts of my body. I screamed in pain. "It'll be okay." I felt a gloved hand go to my forehead, one of the only place not covered in blood or scraped. My mind wondered what was happening with my intoxicated father at home. Feeling the ambulance rush through the roads I felt sick. "I feel sick." I whimpered. "It's okay. Breathe in and out." The kind man that was sitting with me said. I breathed in and out only to wince in pain and discomfort. I wanted to sleep. That's all I wanted. But I had to keep my eyes open. For Reed. My eyes flew open. I tried to get up only to be pinned down. "REED! Where's my BROTHER?" I yelled as tears made their way down my cheeks. "Stay down! You're brother will be okay." I could hear the doubt in his voice. "Please. Don't let anything happen to him!" I whispered hoarsely. "The doctors will do their very best miss." He said sadly. I bit my lip.

I could feel my consciousness slipping.

A/N: TADA! I didn't want to stop! But it's midnight and I'm tired. So yeah. I hope you liked it! Oh the drama! I'll probably update soon!