Prologue

This fic is inspired by Coolio101's 'Walk Two Lifetimes'.

Every day, every hour, every minute and every second around the world someone comes to their unfortunate end. Maybe it is not that precise - could be a little off by a few seconds or a few minutes - but it doesn't change the fact that somewhere in this vast world someone at this exact moment just lost their life.

That person could be someone you know - God forbid it - or it could be someone you know - a friend, perhaps - family member. If you turn on the television or check the internet right now, I'm sure something will come up announcing someone's tragic death. It really is sad, but it is life.

And at this moment, I come face to face with my own end. There's not much I can say about my death. I was at the wrong place, the wrong time? Or maybe it was really my time to die.

Anyway, at the age of nineteen and a half, Josephine Johnson dies from a car accident that is not unusual to hear almost every single day. Running of a red light, unsuspecting victim in their own vehicle not realizing that the coffee that they're sipping away at is the last one they will take as they take the green light to go.

I don't really remember much when it slams into the car I had been travelling in, and I'm glad I don't. The pain was there, and the next thing I know my old toyota is spinning out of control and I blank out. I don't wake up again.

My parents were strong believers of Jesus Christ and had passed this on to their children, which you would think would have me believing in such a thing. But I was one of those people who thought too much - who always wondered is there truly a God out there? And so I lay - stand? I don't know what I'm doing - in the dark abyss thinking of the possibilities. Would I meet the supposed Savior or be sent into the heated flames and be tormented for eternity?

My mind wanders and I think of my family - loving parents and troublesome siblings - and wonder if they will be alright. We had after all recently moved to the United States for my father's new job. I had also just started college and was still deciding my major.

Justine was on her way to a job interview too...

Tears begin to run down my cheek - or I think they are - and the feeling of my chest tightening has me choking.

The pain of never seeing any of them again is overwhelming. The warmth around me that had been creeping up finally envelopes me and I seek it's comfort. Frustration and sadness - other emotions are mixed in but it is so hard to distinguish which was which- bubble up inside and I let out a strangling cry.

"I don't want to die!"

"Hime," blinking, I am pulled out of my thoughts and am immediately met with warm silver eyes. "We're here."

My young form is heisted into the warm embrace of my older brother and I stare at the building before us. It is a small one story house with a small yard - something our aunt had given to us - with a gate in front. I don't pay attention to the short conversation that goes on between my brother and the taxi driver as he collects our luggage and instead take in the rest of our surroundings.

It was still early morning, so it didn't surprise me that the street and a few persons were having what looks to be their morning run just a few streets away from us. We begin to move and soon, we are inside what must be our new home and it is silent as we just stand in the doorway of the empty, silent home. I'm finally put onto my feet, but I grasp my brother's pants leg making no move to step inside.

"We're safe here," his hand lands on top of my head and look up and give him a stare that asks 'Are you sure?'. His lips are set in a firm line, but he gives me a firm nod and I know that we are. We don't have to go back to that scary place ever again. We don't have to face those people ever again.

My three year old body cannot do much with helping my brother unpack, but I try my best. He seems amused, but humors me when I reach to collect the small box that holds some of my clothes.

"This will be your room, Hime." Staring at the small bedroom, I find that I like it. The single bed will be big enough to fit me for most of my teenage years and the room was big enough for when I needed to bring in anymore furniture like a table and chair. Although, the brown walls needed to go. Dinner is a quiet affair and we eat takeout seeing as Sora isn't much of a cook.

I had already made the promise to become the cook when I was old enough. We only needed to wait another seven years or so. I'm sure we can hold out for that long right?

"There's a school not too far from here that'll be perfect," I hide my scowl of having to deal with persons my physical age, but nod as I open my mouth once more to receive another mouthful of noodles. I had shoved away the baby food that was some kind of porridge and pointed towards the box of chinese food my brother was eating out of. Luckily, Sora is a softie and he had given in.

"Auntie had already signed you up, so you're going to start tomorrow." I didn't always catch every word Sora says, but this time I did pick up enough to know that I would be going to the god forsaken place. I had nothing against school - I actually love learning and look forward to see just how differently Japanese schools taught from a Mexican one - but I had no intention to be surrounded by babies.

"I'm sure you'll be okay, Hime-chan." Sora's smile is infectious and so I return it with one of my own - though I'm sure the gaps in a smile must be funny to witness.

"Be good," Sora looks handsome in his suit even with the serious expression he has on when staring at me. His shoulder length black hair seems even shinier up close and I keep my hands still from trying to reach out and ruffle it. It seems my nod isn't enough for my brother, and so I decide to use my limited speech.

"Promise," holding out my pinky finger, I wait for my brother to grasp it. His finger is of course larger, but I still wrap mine around his while letting out a breath.

"Finger cut-off, ten thousand fist-punchings, whoever lies has to swallow thousand needles," my tongue is heavy but I manage to repeat the words to the best of my ability with my brother. A content smile comes to his face and one also slowly creeps up on my face.

"Good luck," I whisper when he stands to his full height. Holding up his index finger and middle, his shows me the victory sign before ruffling my bangs.

"I'll pick you up later today, okay?" The young woman who had been watching over our conversation moves over and my brother gives her a nod before turning and leaving the small compound.

"Let's go inside, Inoue-chan." I grasp her larger hand and let the young woman lead me inside. The sound of voices that can only belong to children has me grimacing slightly, but I had made a promise to Sora that I would be good. So I mostly keep to myself, ignoring the loud voices of my peers as they ran around the open play area. I was currently trying to build a tower with the color blocks that Hana - the nice young woman from before - had given to me.

Even though I was nineteen - actually, twenty-two if I count the years in this body -, I found that these little childish things are actually fun. I remember the time Sora and I had gone on swings. Never have I ever had so much fun swinging. It must have something to do with the fact that I was in a child's body. Not that I mind.

"Here," Looking up at the sudden voice has me staring at a red block held in the small grasp of a young child. His brown eyes are adorable along with his chubby cheeks and the odd orange hair that pastes to his forehead.

"Thank you," collecting the block, I place it on my rising structure and tilt my head to the side. "Do you like it?"

He nods and comes to sit beside me. I'm a bit hesitant - he's a kid, he'll be trouble - but decide to let him stay.

"I'm Ichigo," he says, and I blink staring at him for awhile before looking away.

"I'm Orihime."

We don't talk much - mostly because of our limited vocabulary - and I decide that Ichigo isn't so bad to have around. Nap time soon comes and I'm actually glad that I'm placed beside him instead of the more nosier of our other peers. We even eat together - Hana had volunteered to feed us but we had stubbornly refused and had sat and ate by ourselves - and later we sat beside each other and drew pictures.

By the end of the day, I decided that Ichigo wasn't so bad and that I liked his company and didn't mind spending more time with him. So much that when his father had come to pick him up, I decided to voice this.

"Please play with me t-tomorrow," my tongue is nearly bitten and I can feel the blush coming to my cheeks.

"Okay," his smile is wide and he shows a row of perfect teeth that I can't help but feel jealous of.

"How was your first day?" Sora has me secured in his arms as we walk and I burrow my face into his neck breathing in his familiar scent.

"I made a friend,"

"Really? That's great!"

"How was your day?" I ask.

"Well, having a job is very stressful..." We continue to talk about our day all the way home, stopping to purchase some things for Sora to make dinner. He even bought me an ice pop and I of course share half of it with him even when he says he doesn't want any.

For dinner, I'm content with the small pieces of chicken with cuts of asparagus and apple sauce placed out for me. Sora settles for a bowl of udon soup - claiming it is the only thing he can properly cook - and a tall glass of juice.

I don't pay much mind and absentmindedly let my brother feed me as my mind is too occupied with my thoughts. Something has been bothering me ever since meeting Ichigo today and it didn't help when I met his father - it seemed to make the itch at the back of my head even more annoying - even though we didn't speak. The man, just like his son, sends a hit of recognition to me when Hana had said their last name.

"Kurosaki,"

"Hm?" I blink coming back to see the spoon held in front of my face by a curious Sora.

"Kurosaki is my friend's name," I say, opening my mouth for the spoon of applesauce.

"Kurosaki?" Sora repeats, raising an eyebrow.

"Mhm. Kurosaki Ichigo."

Lying in bed, the fresh scent of my covers and pajamas comforts me and I snuggle further into them. Thinking of Ichigo's name once more has me furrowing my brow as I try to place why it sounds familiar - why the orange haired teen looks so familiar. I can remember just about anything ever since being born. Which I had decided was just because of my mind once being in the body of a young woman.

It had been confusing at first and for a while I had been in denial over the fact of having the chance of life and had thought that all of this was just a silly dream. It didn't take me long to figure out it was no dream. The constant neglect and thrashings from my supposed parents could not have been conjured up from my mind. Absentmindedly, I rub at my arms and turn on my side.

This familiarity with Ichigo could not have been from this life and must have been from my previous one. The thought has me anxious and I wonder what kind of connection it was. I did not remember ever being in contact with any Japanese people before. I had had a few asian acquaintances, but they were from China. The closest thing I had a connection through Japan was through the morning cartoons that I used to watch with my siblings.

I remember how my older brother would snap at me saying that they were 'anime' not 'cartoons'.

"There's a big difference!" The words has me chuckling under my breath as I squeeze my eyes shut trying to picture those mornings.

Bowls of cereal in our laps as we stare with apt attention to the screen of our television. The image is blurry and I sigh clasping my hands together.

Where have I heard Ichigo's name from? Where have I seen you from? Are you a connection to my past self? Can you help me get back some kind of connection with them?

The thoughts run through my mind and suddenly they all stop and I sit ram rod up in my bed.

"What kind of name is that anyway?"

"Huh? Don't dis the name, Jossie!"

"But it makes no sense, why name an anime 'Bleach' when it doesn't even have any dealings with the plot!"

"Who cares? Ichigo is awesome."

Images seem to flit across my mind; all images of the precise show. Swords that my brother would often demand I call 'katanas' and black clothes with monsters that had white masks. The orange haired teen who would become one of the persons to destroy the monsters to protect his family...

"Oh my..."My breath comes out slow although my heart rate has increased to an unbearable extent. "What..."

Somehow... Somehow my body - no, my mind - had been transferred to a whole other dimension; one that I didn't know existed and brought me to not only witness something totally out of world.

It had brought me smack bad in the center of it. Because if I remember correctly, there was a familiar girl with a large chest that my brother would often state was his 'anime crush' that was one of Ichigo's closest friends. That familiar girl just happens to be me.

At the age of three, I , Orihime Inoue who has lived a previous life, finds out that I'm in for a load of shit.

I swear I need to stop this ._. I need to stop this right now... When I run out of works to publish that is! Ha!

Welcome to my try at a SI Reincarnation fic. I know I'm in for a ton of shit with doing this, but I don't care at the moment lol. This is as stated inspired off of Coolio101's bleach fic 'Walk Two Lifetimes'. If you haven't read it, I suggest you do. It's great!

I have a tumblr page for my stories so if you're interested, check it out at 'retardsareadorable'.

Do review! I'm nervous here aha... Until next time...