Summary: 17-year-old Molly wants something to hold on to. Something that won't disappear like everything else in her life. What happens when she come upon stranger in her backyard who changes her boring life forever.

Updated July 25, 2010

FYI:

I don't own Bleach.

And never will. Even through I really want to…

So with that said…enjoy…

Oh there are a bit of spoilers in here…so…yeah…

Discovery

"I'm going, I'm going," I sighed as I slammed open the kitchen door leading into the backyard. " You two are so freaking stupid!" Stumping away from the house I threw myself into my car. A moment later my mother burst from the house holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other.

" Come back this time," she cried. I glared at her through my brown locks. She glanced back innocently. As if she had no idea what I was glaring at her for. Look who's talking, I thought as I waved goodbye to her and pulled out onto the sidewalk.

"God, your hair is gorgeous? How long did it take you this time?" Lor my best friend from middle school replied as stood in front of her.

I glanced at her through my locks, grinning the whole time.

" Oh you know. About an hour," I smiled. " Which is why I was late this morning."

" Your such a sneaky little slut you know that," Lor huffed as she removed the end of her cigarette from her mouth. The smoke fluttered from her nose surrounding the air around me. " What your mom had to say about that?"

" Oh you know, the usual."

" Oh I know the usual," she replied. " Smoke?" she offered, pulling the box of cigarettes from her bra. I shook my head no. She struggled her shoulders; her long dyed black hair trailing down her chest. Her eyes glossily and tired looking glanced up at me.

" Good girl," she smiled.

I straightened my black skirt underneath my fingers. Sighing I chewed on my tongue. Something I usually did when I was lost in thought. Reaching over Lor touched my thigh.

" You should get to your next class," she said flicking her useless cigarette onto the ground. " It does you no good to be sitting out here with me if your not going to smoke." She said her voice sounding almost concerned. Picking up my shoulder bag I stood up from beside her.

" Off to Mrs. Creel's class then," I said sarcastically, " that should be fun." Lor giggled.

" Should be," she replied as I started off towards the path that led to the school grounds. I couldn't remember a time when Lor and I weren't together since I entered this high school. She was my bad influence, and I was good. I her white and she my black. I can't imagine a day at school without my black haired, dark eyed, pale skinned beauty Lor beside me. Backing me up, showing me how to get in trouble, introducing me to cute boys. Lor was everything I expired to be. Even if it was kinda bad.

Strolling down the path as slow as my black boots could possibly carry me, I heard the bell rang a signal that I was already late for class. Opening the front doors of the school I walked down the now empty hallway as if no wrong had been done.

" Young lady," I turned already knowing who it was.

" Yes sir," I snapped baring my glare at him.

" I see two things wrong with this picture," he stated his eyes looking me up and down. A. Your hairline is too far back, I thought, and B. you're an old perverted fart. He continued, " Your skirt is two short, and…"

" Oh there's more," I sighed rolling my eyes. Instantly his face turned red and his eyes blotched teary. I held back a laugh that threatened to escape my lips. He looked like a blowfish on crack. Well maybe not, but it was still funny to see him like that.

He took hold of my arm. " That's it I'm sick of this young lady. Everyday we go through the same things. Either your clothes are inappropriate or you're late for class. Something new is always happening with you." He started to drag me down the hallway towards the office.

Once inside he threw me roughly into the chair in front of his secretary's desk.

" Again," his secretary sighed eyeing me through her think framed glasses.

" Apparently," I snapped folding my arms against my chest. The principal picked up his phone. And began dialing my number. (On account that he already had it memorized.)

" Good luck getting my folks on the phone," I said through my teeth. He ignored me. A moment later I heard the answering machine through the phone.

" I tried to tell you," I uttered through my breath. He left a message. A message saying that I was being sent home for the remainder of the day and that as soon as possible he would like to arrange a meeting to address my recent behavior.

Picking up my bag I stood up. " May I go now?" He nodded, not having anything left to say to me obviously. This time I left the school grounds without hesitation.

" Not here," I sighed as I pulled into the driveway. How could I expect anything else? They never were here, not when I was fourteen or fifteen and here I was on seventeen and they were still gone. Here to say goodbye then gone the next, leaving money for my survival and a note containing how much they would miss me. Yeah right. Throwing my keys on the seat I stepped quickly out of the car. Not bothering to lock it.

Hopefully someone would steal it and I would have an excuse not to go to school anymore. Turning towards the house I opened the wooden gate that led to the front door I contemplated weather or not I should throw a wild house party tonight, or invite Lor and some cute punk guys over for some fun. If I called now maybe I could get her to invite over Joel the cute rocker with the eye and lip ring. God I had a thing for boys with face piecing and tattoos, and Joel had it all including the tattoo of a one-winged dark angel right above his…. Oh that cute way he wore his hair, spiked down with the red tips. What I wouldn't give to….

I stopped short; lying in front of my doorstep was a man. Unconscious and stretched out flat upon the ground naked. Which wasn't the half of it; there was a giant hole in the base of his neck…

What to do? What to do? I'm so confused. I was going into mental shock. Pacing in circles I contemplated what to do. Should I call the police, no the ambulance? I glanced back over at the unmoving form. There was no blood, but his skin was white as if it had all drained out of him. What if his blood drained into the ground, I thought as I swallowed back the bale in my throat.

Walking toward him I dared to look down at his face. It was chalk white just like his body. What looked like eyeliner resided heavily upon his eyelids, cyan lines ran down both sides of his face as if his mascara had ran. His eyebrows were thick and black like this hair. And he was…he's breathing. It was faint and barely noticeable but he was breathing. (Without thinking) I tucked my hands under his arms and started to drag him into the house. He wasn't as heavy as I expected him to be. But his skin was cold, not clammy or rough, but smooth and somewhat hard.

I didn't think about it too long, I was more concentrated on getting him to the nearest room, which was my room. Dragging him across the kitchen floor then the living room I finally made it to my room. Which I then had a bit of trouble getting him on my overly tall queen sized bed. Damn you mom and your nag for buying good furniture. I thought as I pulled his torso onto the bed then his lower body, doing my best not to look down as I did so. Then pulling my black skull cover over him gently.

He didn't stir the whole time I was moving him, and it left me to wonder. Wonder what happened to him, and why he had that huge dark hole in is neck. Hurrying to the phone I started to dial 911 only dialing the 9 before this feeling hit me. It was like something was telling me that calling the ambulance would not be a good thing. And when I had these feelings they usually were correct. Slamming down the phone I headed back to my room, to where the guy lay. He still lay in the same position that I put him in. Unmoving, except for the gentle lifting of the cover indicating that he was still breathing.

"Am I the one who cut off your arm and leg…?" The strange boy with the orange spiked hair and light brown hair, asked sweat beading down his face. No answer, just a slight flicking glance of black heartless eyes. " Then," he replied raising his black katana, " Cut off my arm and leg too." His voice was serious determined.

" Kurosaki," came a surprised gasp. The figure's black eyes widened in surprise.

"That wasn't me," the orange haired boy said, " that was my hollow form I had no control of it." His eyes once again flashed determined, unafraid, " If we want to settle this, it won't be fair unless we're in the same condition."

" Kurosaki," came another loud gasp this time from a male. " Do you realize what your saying?" The orange haired boy face stayed determined. " Kurosaki!"

The dark figure stepped forward, his menacing gaze locked on the orange haired boy, dark and heartless. "Alright if that is what you want," he stated aloofly as he neared closer to the orange haired boy reading himself to stri…

" Ahh!" I screamed as I sat up from the bed my face covered in a cold sweat. What just happened? I threw my legs over the couch. And attempted to stand, only to fail miserably and flop back on the couch. Orange haired warriors and katanas, someone asking to have their arm and leg hacked off. " This is all too weird," I replied turning my head to the TV. Saw had gone off, in its place was an old Japanese film. Samurai jumped across the screen hacking at each other with their katana's. Fake blood stirred everywhere creating a blood bath. I have to stop falling asleep in front of the TV. It's obviously not good for the brain.

" I guess I should go check up on that dude now," I said to no one in particular. I headed into my room my legs still a bit shaky. Turning on the lap I glanced towards the guy. He still lay in his same position, and he was still breathing. Tiptoeing over to where he was sleeping I took a long look at his face. Longer than the first look that I took when dragging him in here.

The eyeliner was still there, so were the cyan lines descending down his face. His skin still was white as chalk. Ever so carefully I ran my finger down the length of his tracing the cyan lines. Somehow expecting for the makeup to smudge. But it didn't, it stayed the way it was. Soap and water then, I sighed running into the bathroom and filling a basin with warm water and soap. Running back I sat it own on the table beside my bed. Dunking the rag into the water then ranging it out I gently placed it on his face. Rubbing at the lines. They reminded where they were as if tattooed there.

Maybe they are tattooed there. I thought as I placed the rag back in the basin. Come to think of it he is pretty cute. Gorgeous actually. He looked like the kind of dude Lor and I would pursue. I wonder what color his eyes are? Glancing downward my eyes caught sight of the hole at the base of his neck. And how did he get this…Pulling my hands downward I started to reach for the hole. My fingers tracing the circular shape of it. Unlike the rest of his body it was slightly warm, or at least the outside was. I wouldn't dare try to reach inside of it. Ever so slightly I started to remove my fingers, one at a time away from the warmth of the hole in the middle of his neck. Until all my fingers were no longer on his skin but traveling back toward my lap.

Until his eyes snapped opened and in a split second, to quick for me to comprehend what was happening his grabbed my wrist in midair….