A Prisoner To Oneself (Bleach fanfic)

Chapter 2

(A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. i know this is a little on the short side but I hope all you Readers like it! ^-^)

We fear what we cannot see.

Ichigo's P.O.V.

I had the same dream again last night...

Flashback
I was chasing something. A girl, I think. I couldn't see her face. Something was off about her. She looked like as if she was made from shadows.

"Who are you?" I asked. "Tell me your name!"

She returned to me and I was speechless. Her eyes were a beautiful silver and gold. Just as she began to say something, she disappeared.

But then I heard something...

It said "Help me."

Then I woke up.

Flashback End

Shaking my head, I shook myself out of my daydream. I had bigger things to do right now.

My name's Kurosaki Ichigo. I'm currently a high school student at Karakura 1st High School. If it wasn't for my naturally orange hair, you'd probably never notice me. I'm your typical average teenager. You know, besides the fact I've been able to see spirits since I was a kid.
It... caused some problems as a child...

But that's another story for a different time.

Most people with this... gift help the living. While I help spirits who are being troubled. For instance, just this evening there was a little girl spirit who died by a car crash. And she was being... disturbed I guess you could say...

Flashback

Around seven I saw a couple of idiots skateboarding by an offering for a died little girl. These clumsy, stupid, bakas weren't careful and ended up knocking it over... I wonder if they even noticed it yet. Probably not.

Bastards.

Since they were careless... I kicked one in the face. Pretty simple right?

"What the...!? You come here, stomp Li'l Yama in the face and order us out like we was dogs?!"

"You crazy, punk? Got a death-wish? Speak!"

If you couldn't tell already, this was said by one of the idiots here. He were irritating so...

"SAY SOMETHING YOU..."

I kicked him in the face.

"Lord Budda... He dropped Li'l Toshi!" Another idiot said. So that was that dude's name? Who cares.

"This is messed up. Real messed up. That's one bloodthirsty berry-head." Que irritated mark.

"That guy's a stone cold psycho! Mess with him and he'll kill you!"

Probably...

Not. Too troublesome to deal with disposing of a dead body. I want to make an exception though. This bunch is irritating.

"Shut up!" I shouted stomping on another one's head.

"All of you chumps, look at that!" I ordered pointing to an overturned vase with flowers in it.

"Question one! What's that?!" I turned to see a smelly looking dude.

"You smelly looking dude!! Tell me!" I said pointing at him.

"Huh? M-me? Smelly?" He half asked, half murmured. "Um, an offering for some dead kid?"

"Check out the brain on smelly!" I sarcastically exclaimed. And for a reward, I kicked him in the face.

"Li'l Mitch!" Another idiot exclaimed. Seriously what's with the Li'ls?

"Question two." I stated.

"Li'l Mitch! Are you okay Li'l Mitch?" They asked. PAY ATTENTION!

"Why is that vase... lying on its side?" I asked the remaining conscious idiots.

"Dat's cuz, we knocked it over with our skateboards?"

"Is that so?"

Duuuun... Dun.

Duuuuun.. dun!

Duuun dun duuuun dun!

Duuuun DUN!!!!

I sighed. "THEN DONT YOU THINK YOU SHOULD APOLOGIZE TO HER!!" I shouted pointing at the dead little girl.

"AAAAAGGH! WE'RE SORRY!! WE'RE SORRY!! DON'T HURT US!! WE'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN!!" They screamed, running away.

I smirked. "Heh... I don't think they'll be back." I mused aloud. "Sorry for using you like that." I apologized, turning to the girl.

She smiled. "That's okay. I asked you to get rid of 'em. I was glad to help." She said gratefully.

"I'll bring-- some fresh flowers soon." I promised walking away.

"Alright. Thanks again! Now I can rest peacefully." She said.

"No problem. You just hurry up and get to heaven okay?" I was too far to hear her answer.

But it's true. I can see and talk with ghosts.

My family is a pretty normal one. We run the local clinic. We're entrusted with the lives of the living. A bit ironic since I can see the souls of the dead. Maybe there's some connection there... but it's too troublesome to think about.

I was born with the ability to see souls of the dear departed. Simple as that.

It can be irritating at times.

Especially when some people are jealous of my gift.

Especially when that some people is my Dad.