A new Ending (bleach fan fiction)

by Chippycon

This story is based off of what I know of the series, please disregard any wrong information. I do have a plan for this story and will stick to this plan. This is not a Tourshiro and Momo love story, I consider them like brother and sister. I do add another character in the story who you will soon see shortly. There will be stuff added bending the rules of the soul society.

2. Chapter 2

Girl...

I had found myself running. I guess it was just the sight of a small child by a pool of blood on the ground in front of my house that made me run. I had no idea what he was doing there nor did I know what I was doing. I come home from my walk and there he is. I probably shouldn't be calling him a small child for he looked the same age as me. I came to the body and feeling the need to do something I slung the body over my shoulders. His clothes were covered in blood and now so was I. He had a gaping hole in his stomach but it didn't look fatal, and I found he was unconscious not dead as I thought he was when I thought him to be. Hoisting the body and trying to keep my balance as well I traveled up traveled to the front door to my house. I laid him on the floor of the main room in the house and fled to find any sort of bandages I could. I can running back, arms stock full of all that I could grab. As I was covering the wound in his chest I couldn't help but noticed his hair. It was silvery and long. And there was this presence with him I could sense it. Who was this boy?

His wound now bandaged, I stood up. Groooooooowl. I looked down toward my stomach blushing even though nobody could have heard it. I didn't relies I was hungry. I guess I was to panicked about the boy covered in blood to notice. I slipped off my sandals put them where I usually put then and walked to the kitchen. I scoured over cook books wondering what to make. I was about done making stew. "Oooooowwwwwww!" I heard coming from the main room. I leaped from shock and fell down on the floor.

"your awake!" I said getting up and fixing two bowls of stew. I entered the room to find that he some how managed to sit himself up. "I made some stew. My mom used to say that food helps you heal so I thought you might be hungry." I set the bowl down next to him. I then sat down at the table across the room, devouring bowl after bowl of stew. Beep beep beep beep. His phone and mine went off at the same moment. I went into the kitchen to see what it was. Closing the phone, I left my body and leaped out the window ready to go and face this hollow.