A/N I thank anyone for reading. Much appreciated. OwO

STOP!

Don't like stories where teh main OC is related to a canon character? Then read no further. This story will make you mad.

But this is mostly a test to see if I can get back into writing. QwQ I'm more interested in drawing than writing! DX So, yes. To any flamers sniffing around and are going to try and put this story down it's mostly to get back into writing... and that I'm bored. :D

And this is similar to a story I had done a couple years back, and some people seemed to like it. OwO

Disclaimer – I do not own Bleach.

Warning – Swearing.

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Hi...

Uh, yeah... My name is Chisako... uh, yeah, hi...

My mother's name is Hakudoshi Asako, and no father. It's not that heart-breaking, to be honest. I never knew him. All I know, from when I was a kid, was that daddy went away. Then when I got older my mom told me he had just up and left. He was there one day and was gone the next. So, yeah. I have a useless dad out there.

Let me tell you about myself.

I'm not popular, I'm usually alone, and I try to stay in the background as much as possible. Was I a troublemaker? Maybe, I dunno. One time I had found the reports of one of the mean kids in my class and changed their grades. Hehehe... they still didn't find out I was the one that did that. But as I was saying, I don't tend to stick out. And for some weird reason I scare people when I smile. Don't really know why. My mom said I have my dad's smile. So, yeah, I wonder how ugly he was if I freak people out if I smile.

My mom is beautiful, she's so kind and she works hard. Am I like her?

Short answer: no.

Not at all.

I'm rather plain, if you discount the hair, and I'm really cynical. I just come off rather... cold, I guess. But nothing really interests me.

I'm five foot seven, so I'm just a little taller than the rest of the girls in my class and shorter than all the guys. I'm always picked last and left out of group projects. But that's fine, I'd rather stay alone than be with loud kids. Besides, when the topic of group projects come up my face just drops and I glare ahead. Hey, I'm fine alone. I dun need friends... maybe. Sure, it sucks that everyone leaves me alone with wary looks, especially the teachers. They seem to think I'm a delinquent since they think I "dyed" my hair. No, my hair's all natural. Want to know what color it is?

...Uh... silver.

Yeah... my mom was pretty weirded out I had heard when I was born and put into her arms. I don't know if she blames the guy that popped me into her stomach(hah) but when she speaks of him she gets this embarrassed smile on her face and says that he was an unusual fellow. Yeah, mom, he used you. Get that into your head.

Cynical, remember?

I'm blunt.

I remember one time in class during break one of the girls tried singing(badly) and I was getting annoyed of it. No one would speak up. So, I, being the nice person that I am, asked if she would shut the hell up and that I didn't want to listen to a dying animal.

She doesn't like me.

I remember when I first entered high school. When I smiled after transferring to a new school everyone in class gave me a weird stare and some even avoided my look. So, yeah, no longer smiling. It doesn't look weird, or anything, but my eyes just seem to grow cold. I have no idea how that happens. Even when I'm happy my smile seems to creep people out.

So, yeah, that's me. The girl with silver hair that people avoid.

Now, back to me.

I was sitting in my room, spending time on the internet. Exciting, right? My mom wouldn't be back from work until later, so... yay. Got the house to myself. Bored, and hungry, I got up from my desk and walked towards the door and stepped out. Face blank, and stomach rumbling, I walked down the short hallway to head for the kitchen. My mom had a high-paying job so we always had food in the cupboards and fridge. Thank the lawds that she wasn't a drug user or an alcoholic. I'd probably try to run away if she was. I didn't need the drama.

My mom's rather smart, but I don't think she's the one I got my intellect from. What you people are looking at(or reading) is the second smartest person in the school. Yeah, there's this one guy, he actually sits next to me, that always manages to get the top score. I don't really study, too. When we learn new things, I understand everything with a 'snap'. So, yeah, my father's a smart noodle, apparently.

I wonder if he's dead or... I dunno, has a family? I always came up with ideas on how my parents met. Affair? A spy? A man sent from the future and had the job of protecting my mom from a cyborg? I started snickering. Aahhhh, my lame jokes.

I grabbed a bag of chips, ripping them open and staring at the goodies with a blank look on my face. Yum. I really should exercise, I was starting to get a little pooch in my tummy.

Yeah... intelligence was the only thing I had.

Was I an active child? No, not really. Could I dance? Hah, I wish. Can I sing? Heck no, not unless you liked the sound of nails scratching a chalkboard. Can I draw? I can draw stick people, if that counts. Can I balance a ball on my head? I tried, and kept failing. I'll get it one of these days. Can I care for anyone? Again, no. I remember every time my mom got sick and I tried to help I always ended up hurting her by accident. Ever had a bowl of hot soup spilled onto you? No? Good, that hurts. So I tended to stay away after I messed up once when my mom was sick. One thing I can do is make jokes.

...Aaaah, got you.

Ah... yeah, no I'm not good at that, either.

Ignoring the unhealthiness(I'll exercise... sometime) I turned to head back to my room. When I passed the hallway mirror I stared at my reflection before I tried smiling. As usual, my eyes went cold. How the hell does that even happen? I don't even feel mad! Scowling, I walked towards my room and went to my desk. Once I sat down I stared at the screen with a flat look.

The phone started ringing.

"Argh...!" I twitched, turning to glare at the hallway. "I just sat...!"

Still grumbling, I made my way towards the horrific sound. My mom loved fancy phones, so she bought one that had a catchy ringtone. It was a song. What was it called? "Never going to give you up"...? I grabbed it and answered with a flat hello.

I was such a nice person.

"Hi, sweetheart," I grunted in reply. Hi, mommy. "I'm sorry, I'm going to be late tonight." I pouted and glared ahead. That means microwaving cold food tonight. Damn. "If you want you can go order food from a restaurant."

My eyes grew wide before I smiled. Hell, yes. My mom was a healthy person... I snuck the chips. Shh, keep a secret. There's a spot she can't see on top the fridge. I was three inches taller than her. So getting food from a restaurant was like... winning the lottery. Not really, but c'mon. Junk food. Yum.

"All right," I, being the nice person that I was, almost hung up without saying goodbye. "Uh... should I order you anything?"

"I'm okay, sweetie," My eye twitched at the nickname. Awww, it was almost enough to rot your teeth. I hated nicknames. Why not call me by my name? It's Chisako, mom. "I'll see you when I come home."

"Okay, bye." I hung up, almost bouncing on step.

Turning and walking towards the door I almost radiated happiness. Though, to other people, I probably looked creepy. Damn. Whoever my father was... damn you. I got your smile. Stupid... jerk... giving me a creepy smile...

When I walked down the road some people stared before they continued on. It was normal. My mom even suggested dying my hair if it bothered me when people stared. Nah, it was fine. As long as they left me the heck alone then they can stare as long as they want.

Thankfully my stomach was still kinda flat, so I can probably exercise and lose the pooch. But, aaaahhhh... I didn't want to. It was too much work. I whined and pouted as I walked towards the nearest restaurant. I just wanted to relax and just go through life smoothly. Just use my big noggin to help me along instead of lifting weights. Maybe I can land a job where I can make hundreds in a day. That's be awesome.

I snorted. Chances of that happening were slim to none.

Who'd hire someone with silver hair? Maybe when I go to an interview I should dye my hair. But I didn't want to...!

When I walked into the restaurant I froze suddenly and stared ahead with wide eyes. I stayed like this for a couple seconds before I continued on. Dammit, it happened again. I don't know what the hell these episodes were, but they were friggin' annoying. Sometimes, out of nowhere, I just got this sense of... malice. Pure hatred. Almost... evil. It floated around and always, always, made me go rigid. It didn't come from me, 'cause I wasn't evil(as far as I knew), so who knows? Maybe something was following me?

After I ordered my food and waited, I froze in the waiting area.

Dammit.

Again?

My hands were getting damp, so I wiped them on my jeans. Biting my lip and taking a deep breath I tried counting down from ten. That usually helped. This happened in pubic a few times. People always got freaked out, because my eyes, which for some damn reason always scared people, would just go wide and unfocused for several long seconds.

I just got this... 'feeling'.

Hopefully these episodes stopped before I graduated and had to look for universities to apply to. There were several I was interested in. See, I wanted to do something that... Well, this was embarrassing for me, I wanted to be a cook. I wanted to go to a cooking school, learn about food, I wanted to work at a restaurant. I didn't want to be a lawyer or, heck, a doctor. I think I'd be too squeamish about seeing blood and I didn't like court. It seemed too boring on T.V. My mom wanted me to become a doctor, yeesh. Sorry, mom. My life, my choice.

I got up and paid for my food when I was called, taking the takeout box outside and heading back home. I wonder what my dear mommy was going to eat? Hopefully she got something to eat and didn't skip again. Hey, I might not qualify as nice to some people but I love my mom. She's the most amazing woman, ever. Except when she was mad, then I wanted to be as far away from her as possible. No one likes a mad mom.

When I walked around the corner, to head through the alleyway as a shortcut, I froze and started gasping.

Holy shit.

Again?

Stronger this time.

I stumbled and grabbed onto a wall for support, struggling to breathe. Dammit. Nothing like this before. Please, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease. Pass. C'mon, pass. Squeezing my eyes shut I tried counting down my ten but I couldn't concentrate. Dammit. Just focus on breathing. In... out... in... out... slowly...

I started coughing and fell to my knees.

It occurred to me that I might be having a heart attack. No, it wouldn't be like this. Calm down. I took a deep breath.

I heard a roar.

My eyes shot open, whipping my head around and trying to find the source. What was...? Still trembling(why can't I stop?) I stood up and stared at my food on the ground. Great. At least it didn't spill out. I picked it up and tried walking down the alleyway. Got to get home. It'll be safe. Just... home...

Got to get... home...

Another roar.

Please...

My eyelids started getting heavy. Dammit... home... just get home...

Concentrate.

One foot in front of the other...

Left... right... left... right...

Another roar.

The ground in front of me cracked.

That seemed to knock this drowsiness out of me. I screamed, falling back and scrambling away. What happened?! No! No, no, no! This episode was far worse! Was I starting to hallucinate?!

I'm dreaming! That's it! As if my mom would let me buy junk food! Yeah!

I gasped and widened my eyes.

The air in front of me shimmered, just one area. Like heat hitting the pavement. I reached out, still in shock, trying to touch the area. That couldn't be right... Nothing could cause this, right? I'm dreaming. Mom's going to wake me for school soon, I know it. Please... let me wake up.

Something grabbed me.

I don't know how, but something grabbed me. And lifted me straight in the air. I screamed again, letting out a strangled scream when something squeezed me. No, no, no! A dream! Mom!

My eyesight started getting blurry, and... I shit you not... I started to make something out. It was as if something was clearing up.

It was fucking ugly.

It was still blurry, but I could only make out a little. It had... white... a white blob...

Mom...

I saw something else before I blacked out.

Something jumped up from behind the ugly thing, and swung something...

When I woke up it was only to see the white ceiling of a hospital. I could hear my mom in the hallway, practically frantic. I didn't concentrate on that. My mom could be scary when she wanted to, so let her cause fear in the people around her. I could hear the doctor trying to talk, but he kept getting interrupted.

A smile crossed my face, scaring the nurse right next to me(how did I not notice her?).

See?

A dream.

Another effin' story. O_O I'm sorry, people. Writer's block is a pain in the behind.

But I am just a fan of the first-person first chapter. :D I don't really have her character fleshed out, but can anyone guess who daddy is? :D I bet you can.

I'm just wondering if she should have a love interest? She's seventeen, so she'll be graduating. OwO And should the love interest be Ken-chan?

Ahhh? 8D

XD

Do you guys want her to have a love interest?

And oh, my god. O_O A new series of Dragon Ball Z(the sequel) is coming out. Excited~! :D I grew up with Dragon Ball Z. OwO Piccolo was and still is my favorite character. :D

June 2, 2015