AN: Ok, this is a teaser for my Bleach fanfic. Nothing much in this chapter, but I would like to hear you ideas about it.

AN2: You all know how I work: Please send reviews and PMs if you have question, ideas, seen grammar problem etc.

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Someone from the past

She glanced at them, the two teenager, one garbed in shinigami uniform while the other remained in everyday outfit. The boy, at fiveteen, had a tall, muscular but lean form topped with orange colored hair and brown eyes. In his head was a zanpaktou, the swords of shinigami, the size of himself. She couldn't help but snicker at how clumsly he was with it. It was plainly appearent that he had no knowledge how to fight with a sword. She doupted he would fare better if it was simply a katana. The only reason he was able to handle the hollows was his superior reflex and suprising speed, both quite impressive for a normal human. Just as his spiritual energy level. It wasn't concentrated like hers or other more spiritually aware inviduals, but still enormous for a mere human. Still while his control sucked – big way she may add, the pressure of his spirit energy was nearly non-existen. It was there but it was weak. It seemed he was quantity over quality kind of guy.

The other one, a petite girl, was shouting at him orders, and advices. Obviously the girl thought that the boy improvement was her archivement, but the observer disagreed. He learned from experience. He still used many unnecessery movements, wasting energy left and right, which didn't affect him in any way, but his attacks were less hesitant.

"Come on, Ichigo!" the girl shouted "We don't have time to waste. A hollow appeared at the outskirt of the town!"

"Don't need to be soo loud, midget. I can hear you perfectly." the boy growled back.

She shook her head at the duo. It wouldn't do to have the kid killed because his partner and other inviduals who should do so, but don't train him. He was thrusted into a world which while familiar to on the surfacewas still very alien to him. She couldn't help it when she cursed loudly. The girl had a good control on her spiritual energy from what she sensed at that night a week ago. Why didn't she teach anything to the boy? While it was clear that the boy won't become a spellweaver anytime soon, but teaching him to not atract that many hollow would do good.

They were quite the pair. At first they seemed quite incompatible, a disaster waiting at every corner. But for now they worked perfectly with eachother. Not that many would see it as such.

She could careless about the girl, Kuchiki Rukia. The Kuchiki clan was nothing but the group of the snobbiest and most arrogant shinigamis in the entire Soul Socitey in her opinion. There were some, who were decent enough, but none that she would help without serious reason. Very serious considering what they did in the past against her family. She didn't hold it against the girl. She wasn't in the Seireitei at the time, hell even the current clan head was nothing more than an arrogant, but surprisingly temperamental teenager.

Kurosaki Ichigo. Now that was someone she couldn't just leave like that to his own even if others seemed content to do so. The true dilemma was how to help him? She didn't want to explain herself to the Kuchiki girl as that would raise many question she didn't want to even hear much less answer. So she had to find a way to not let the girl know her interfere with Ichigo, while she train him a little. For a week she inquired all about the boy. He was quite good at school, intelligent, which would surprise most if the first they hear about him being Karakura most feared teenager. Well, most feared by the gangs. But she observed him with his family. While he and his father didn't had the typical father-son bond, they seemed to care for eachother. In a very strange way, but his father seemed firm believer the "what doesn't kill, will make you stornger" method. Both his sisters seemed to think that he was the greatest man ever, thought the older, Karin probably never will say this aloud.

He was proficient hand-to-hand combatant thanks to his karate lessons in the past and constant fight with gangs. His skill with the sword will grow with futher experience, even if it would be wise to teach him at least the basic of zanjutsu. That left two large discipline out of four unattended, hoho and kido, fast movements and spells. Thankfully her expertise were this two fields. Out the two he will have more aptitude towards hoho, that was clear. But in all honestly kido or at least control techniques would be as, if not more important to learn.

She observed them for a few days, waiting the moment she could speak with Ichigo without alerting the girl. The time had come when she left for the Urahara shop for some things or others, most likely information or getting a mod-soul from the shopkeeper. For a moment she thought about following the girl, Urahara was funy when it was not on your expense, but decided otherwise. She had no more desire to meet the man than the Kuchiki girl.

"Kurosaki-san?" she adressed the young man.

"Yeah?" he was rude alright. "Can I help you with something?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, not really. But I can help you with your problems." she said simply.

"Do we know eachother? I mean I am pretty bad with remembering people, but..." he trailed of. Causing her smile to grow a little bit. She known that she was considered beautiful by most. She was fairly tall, with dark brown nearly black hair and turguoise eyes. Her body was slim, a bit muscular but had just the right curves on herself.

"No, not really." she answered amused at his scowl deepening.

"Ok, what do you want? I'm really not in the mood for riddles." he said.

"Of course. Shall we go somewhere more... private?" she asked. He didn't answer just gave a nod. The walk to her house was made in silence. Which turned out to be one of the deserted buddhist temple at the top of a nearby mountain. It wasn't that much of a distance, but still outside Karakura town.

Getting seated at her dinning room Ichigo looked at it again. For a traditional temple it had most of the modern devices he was accumosted.

"Can you little girlfriend reach you if a hollow appear?" she asked as she served tea for them.

"She is not my grilfriend!" he shouted so red faced, that a tomato would envy "And... you know about the hollows?" he asked bewilded by it.

"Of course. What did you think I would offer my assistance with?" she asked plainly.

"Ok. I think I do alright. So there isn't anything to you to assist with." he said calmly.

"Truly? Shall we test it?" seeing that the teen – was she that troublesome at that age?, didn't back down she shighed "Ok at the back there is a training yard. Wait for me there in your spirit form." She went to her retriving her zanpaktou.

What followed could only be describted as humilating. Ichigo was cocky, bordenline arrogant. She didn't step out of her gigai. Even in a physical body, while it greatly reduced her abilities, she should be able to defeat him. At first Ichigo just charged her with sword raised high. She easily stepped to the side and gave him a cut on his left arm. At his wide eyed look she could help but grin.

"What you thought that my sword wouldn't be able to cut you? Assuming something like that on a battlefield will get you killed, Ichigo." she lectured calmly.

Next, he charged but held the sword at his hip. She also raised her katana. But when it came to the clash she simply jumped over his swing and kicked him at the head.

"Just because I raise my sword it doesn't mean I intend to use that to attack you." she said.

Ichigo seeing that straight approch didn't work tried a different solution. He darted to the side, but his speed, while most impressive for a human was nothing to her. With a quick shunpo she had him on his knees again with a bakudo shackles on his wrists.

"Never think that you superior to your opponent unless you are absolutely sure about it." she said earning a scowl from the teen.

Getting inside Ichigo sat down on a chair with a huff.

"Ok, so I could do better. Why would you be interested in how I fair? As you said we never meet before so..." but he was stopped as she raised her palm.

"I never said we didn't meet. You were just a baby, so you wouldn't remember but I have seen you. You were quite adorable." she said amused at his shocked look "Which is why I'm doing this. I was on friendly terms with your mother. So it's only natural that I help you."

"What?! Don't joke around! You don't look a day older than twenty!" he said with narrowed eyes.

"What a surprise! I never thought you would be the ladies man, but you sure know what to say a girl." she teased back. Seeing his darkening look she amended her statement "Ok, I'm older than what most would assume. And I had know your mother."

"She never, not once mentioned you." he fired back irritated.

"Makashi died when you were... what? Nine years old? Why would she tell stories about me to you?" she asked back "I wasn't even in Japan at that time. I only got back a month or so ago."

"I see." he said with a faraway look.

"Here take this." with that she gave him a picture. Ichigo couldn't believe what he saw. It was their living room without doupt. There was four people on the picture, all on the couch. His parents, his father with a small smile gazing down at Kurosaki Masaki, his mother with a gentle smile on her lips, he himself, clearly only about two year old in the arms of the mysterious woman, who was playing with him as he tried to grab her fingers.

"I don't know what to say." he admited weakly.

"Why don't we start at the beginning?" she suggested "My aplogies I didn't even introduced myself. My name is... Shiba Kairi. Nice to meet you, Ichigo-kun."

"Nice to meet you, Shiba-san." he bowed back "I'm sorry for the trouble..."

"Think nothing of it." she waved it off "But I take it that you will think about my offer again... I don't want an answer now, Ichigo-kun." she clairifield seeing the teen was ready to answer "Here. This is my phone number. Give me a call if you decided. And I would like to ask something in exchange. Please don't mention me to your shinigami friend. She would have to report me to her superior and they would be annoying to say the least."

"Are you a fuggitive?" he asked a bit confused as of why she wouldn't want them to know about that.

"You could say that." she replied easily "After some events, whichs aren't that important for now, I resingned from my post as a shinigami officer."

"I see. Thank you, Shiba-san. You gave me much to think about." Ichigo said as he raised himself from the chair. At the door he bowed in farewell, much to Kairi amusement.

"You don't need to do this, Ichigo-kun. And please call me Kairi-san or even Kairi-chan." she said. A grin appeared on her lips seeing the little blush on his face.

"Awww, you are as adorable as you were as a baby!" she chipped. Ichigo's scowl made it's comeback hearing that, which of course only served to amuse her even more.

Ichigo didn't pay much attention to Rukia's question about his whereabouts. Fortunately he was still more or less on the time he usually arrived home if he stayed out so Karin and Yuzu remained obvious about his unusual day. His father... he didn't even known if his father would notice or if he would react like normal people do. He invited Rukia in their house and he accepted it without batting an eyelid.

Laying on his bed his thought were solely on Kairi's offer. He did know that she was right. He needed to improve his abilities if he wants to survive fighting hollows. If it was only one he usually didn't had to much trouble, but when two or three appeared at one location sometimes he did come close to be clawed in half on a few occasion already.

Then at her request. Should he tell about her to his family? Yuzu and Karin would love to meet her and from what he had seen, which wasn't much, Kairi-san would be good female role model for them. And his father may mellow out a bit after meeting with an old friend.

He decided after several minutes of internal debate. He would accept Kairi-san offer and ask her opinion on telling his family about her. It was her life after all. And he couldn't exactly be mad at her if she didn't want to meet goat-face. He nearly laughed out at that.

Next morning he phoned her.

"Kairi-san? Sorry for bothering you this early..."

"..."

"Thank you. Yes, I would like to take you up of your offer."

"..."

"Yes, then I will be there...say, about at four o'clock?"