Hello guys, I am back! I just wanted to say thank you to Shinku no tamashi for commenting! I appreciate it! Also to ricktor705, who added me as a favorite story! Well I like this story, although I think it might be pretty bad haha. Thanks for reading! Just so you guys know, this is after the winter war, so people change. I don't know if they actually do, but I have read in more than one fanfic that the ppl will grow taller, fill out a little more; you know, grow up.

Disclaimer: I do not own bleach

Talia's POV

"Please. I miss her." His eyes started to tear up as he held onto my hand with both of his. I had to turn and wipe a tear away. I nodded and started to walk him forward, into the house where I had my backpack. I was looking down at the child, when he hid behind me. I looked up to see what the child was cowering from, and I definitely wasn't expecting this.

I saw a teenager, maybe 16 or 17. He was taller than me, maybe a little less than six feet. He was very lanky, but had a strong build. He had tan, sun-kissed skin, and startling green eyes. He was wearing long black robes, with white lining under a white jacket with black stripes, and some Asian looking symbol. He wore sandals with socks. The most noticeable thing though, was his long, spiky hair. It went straight up, defying gravity. It was stark white, and as unusual it was, and as young as the guy looked, the hair seemed natural.

I automatically stepped in front of the boy, in a protective stance. I was wishing that Zander would walk in about now and bark or something so the neighbors would hear.

I then realized that it would do no good, because I sensed the teenager's aura. It was big, too big for a normal human. It was blue, and had an almost minty and cool flavor to it. When you die, your aura has a permanent color that turns lighter and darker with mood. Since his was blue, and almost green, that meant that he was probably stable, and had good will. That didn't stop me from staying in front of the boy though. I refused to just hand him over.

The teen was about ten feet away. He took a step towards us, and I noticed what was on his back. I saw a sword, grabbed my bag, picked up the boy, and ran outside.

I ran outside, but the boy down, took his hand, and continued running. I felt the teen chasing us still, so I decided to stop when I came to a playground. I went in my bag, digging for what would save the boy. I had a glove that a strange man gave to me a while ago. I barely remember the occasion for some reason.

All I had to do was put the palm to the boys head, and he would go to the other side. I was still holding the boys hand, when I heard something strange. I saw the teen in front of both of us, with his sword unsheathing. He moved too fast for me to react. I saw him then just tap the boy with the bottom of the hilt of the sword. My eyes just widened when I saw the boy slowly rising into the light.

I closed my eyes, and started crying, not even caring that I was next to some weird kid with a big ass sword on his back. I finally stopped, and looked up at him. My glasses were all nasty, so I just cleaned them off on my shirt. He was just looking down at me, with those familiar, clear, emerald orbs. I just looked back. Finally I sighed, and started to walk home. If something was wrong, he would tell me, or I would feel it.

Finally, I realized he was following me. Without turning around I said, "Thank you for helping him. I could have done it though."

"Oh really? And just how would you have done that?" His voice was velvety, and it surprised me. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but that wasn't it.

I slipped on my glove in front of my body, so he couldn't see me. Then, I turned suddenly, and slapped my palm to his forehead.

His face was comical, I almost burst out laughing, but I was so confused as to why it didn't work. He was definitely a spirit, and that should have put it to rest so he can go on with his life. You know, go after random people with the sword.

He looked mad after he realized what had just happened. I just looked down at my hand with the fingerless glove on it. It was layered, with orange on the inside, and black on the outside. There was also some weird symbol on the palm, but I didn't pay any attention to that.

I then slapped his arm with it. Nothing. Huh.

I did it continually in different spots with him just looking forward, with a thoroughly pissed look on his face. When I was about to hit the top of his head, he grabbed my hand. That got me mad. I then raised my other hand to slap his face, when he grabbed that arm too. I knew I must have looked ridiculous, just randomly slapping the air and my arms pinned from nothing at all.

I then realized I was in the warehouse that I had run through when trying to save the boy. I then raised my knee to hit him where the sun don't shine. He then twisted my arms so my back was towards his chest, and I couldn't see him anymore. I was in so much pain from that. I wouldn't let myself cry though. He let go finally, and I collapsed on the ground. I bit my lip to stop from crying.

I heard him sigh, and sit next to me. I didn't look at him and he didn't try to make eye contact.

Finally I asked "What's with the sword?"

He looked at me. His eyebrows were lost in his hair. He recollected himself and said "Hyorinmaru is here for various reasons. Protection, konso, and sometimes he's good conversation."

I just stared at him. "You do know you are crazy right? What are you? Why isn't my glove-thingy working?"

"I am not crazy. I am a shinigami. And I have no idea what you are talking about with your glove. I know someone with something like that, but it just pushes souls out of bodies."

My eyes got really big and I just stared, with my mouth wide open.

He then seemed to realize that I had absolutely no idea what was going on.

"Ok, I am a shinigami. When you die, you go to the soul society. If you have enough spirit pressure, or spirit energy," he paused looking at me to make sure I knew what that was. I nodded and he continued. "They can go to the soul academy. They then go through training to become a shinigami. We have zanpakto, or these swords. They are souls, and we have special connections to them. They are unique from each other. They all have powers. Mine is Hyorinmaru. He is a dragon, and controls ice. I know people whose zanpakto can control fire, disinigrate into ash looking pieces, or flower petal pieces.

"We are all souls though. The person I know with a glove like that can hit someone with a gigai, or an artificial body that the souls can temporarily reside in, and the soul pops out."

I just stared, taking it all in. "Why are you here then?"

"The purpose of a shinigami is to save souls. I would normally not come here seeing as I am a captain, but there was a special occasion that I was needed here."

I thought this over. "What did you do to that boy?"

"I performer konso on him. He is just in the soul society now, probably meeting new people."

"From what it sounds like, my glove did the same thing that your zanpan-thingy does."

"Zanpakto. And just where did you get this glove?" He asked, his brows furrowing.

"I don't know, some blonde guy." I said flatly. I didn't like the fact that I had almost no memory of the occurrence.

He then seemed mad. I was confused. I placed my hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

He stiffened at my touch. "Nothing, I just need to think. Come on; I'll walk with you to your house. You'll get sick here."

We walked in silence for a while. "What's your name?" I asked suddenly

"Toshiro Hitsugaya, captain of the tenth division of the soul society."

"Talia Ryder, runaway of New York State."

"I know." Was his only response