Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach but I own Issa.

One thing Issa was sure of was that she was dead - and no she was not going crazy - but it seemed as if the rest of the world didn't catch wind of her funeral.

Standing in the middle of a crowded road, she couldn't help but feel as if something had gone horribly wrong. And if she was going to go with her gut instinct, she would be entirely right.

"Move!" A voice crowed and she tensed at the harshness of the tone. "Move out the way girl!"

Jumping into action at the venom in the tone, she jerked to the left before she was shoved to the right.

Gritting her teeth she whirled around to hiss angrily at the offender - because who the hell did they think they were? - when she realized that the man standing in front of her was as tall as a tower and twice as thick.

Or rather that she was as short as an ant.

Startled by the size difference she stared down at herself, grabbed at the white dress like thing that she was wearing - whose damn clothes were these anyways? - and nearly had a conniption when she saw how fucking small she was.

And not small as in lacking height, but small as in miniature, pint sized, tiny.

Like she had been when she had gone to grade school.

The rough voice barked at her again as she jumped before looking back up, and this time she really looked at him.

He was tall - but not as looming as she had originally perceived. He was thick - but not as wide as she had first seen.

He was wearing a black sort of body suit thing that looked like it belonged on the set of an old timey Asian drama with sword - shit dude was strapped but why in the world with that? - sitting to his hip, and his face was broad and harsh. But now that she looked a little while longer, she could feel her jack hammering heart slow down a few paces as something inside her settled down.

Rule number one of surviving life on the street, she thought to herself in dark humor, a second look at something threatening could either make or break a situation.

"Oi," The man growled as his eyes flashed dangerously and his hand fingered his - her eyes glanced downwards for a split second - sword pommel. "I told you to watch where you're going, brat."

Shrinking back - because all her time in a gang taught her to play her cards right and she wasn't a damn fool - Issa lowered her head and shuffled in place.

"I'm - I'm sorry sir." She stammered artfully, already too used to weaseling her way out of being punished by authority figures. "It w-won't happen again - I swear!"

The man's lip curled and Issa made sure to hunch her shoulders in response - men loved to feel in control and terrifying.

"Hmph," He grunted as he turned on his heel. "see to it."

Issa didn't waste a moment in waiting before she turned tailed and scurried away - and she kept scurrying until she reached an alleyway shrouded in dead silence.

Throwing herself in the cut, she moved to crouch behind a pile of garbage as she huffed and puffed in exertion.

"What the fuck?" She said lowly as she stared down at her pudgy brown hands. "What the actual fuck?"

She had died! She had been shot! And if being shot that many times resulted in turning into a young kid again, then so many of her fellow gang members would have been still kicking!

Swallowing a bit, she pinched at the skin of her thigh and let out a little yelp at the flare of sharp pain it caused.

Glaring down at her hand - damn her nails were sharp - she rubbed at the bruising skin.

"Okay," She growled. "so dreaming is ruled all the way the fuck out."

Burying her head in her hands, she groaned as loudly as she could dare in the cover of the ally and mourned.

For everything.

Hard.

"Oh god," She moaned out as her eyes seemed to burn and pulse at the same time. "what sort of fresh hell have I gotten myself into this time."

This character is gonna get her start with the seedy underground because the best way she knows how to survive is in a gang considering she's an ex-gang member.

So many other Bleach SI-OC's who start off in the soul society either end up falling directly into the soul reaper's hands or they work to enter the soul reaper school. So I was wondering what would happen if someone was on the good side of the gangs there and had to do horrible shit to stay alive?

Thus Issa was born and she looks exactly like the story cover only with more tattoos.

Also the idea about seeing zanpakuto spirits came from a cywscross story I read one time. But the fact that she can wield any one she wants is all me. But have faith that just because she can use any sword doesn't mean she'll know how to work them or be able to make them work with her.

In fact it very well puts her in danger lol, because if someone thinks they share a sword with her they might try to kill Issa.

To sort of balance it, she'll never have her own sword.

If you have questions please review and I'll pm you.