Chapter 1: Blurred Memories and New Life

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"Miss?"
My head was caught in daydreams of a large room, covered in blood. There was a person in there, a woman. "Hisana..." She was calling my name. I tried to reach out to her, but the person trying to speak to me snapped me out of the dark daydream I was having. "Miss!"
A tall, slender man with short brown hair and black framed glasses was kneeling down to my level. He wore a brown suit with a white tie. He had a white pocket square as well, with an embroidered S.A. On it. I wondered what his name was, and how he found me here in this alleyway. Even I don't know how I got here. "W-Where am I..?"
"You're in Karakura Town. Where did you come from?"
"I don't remember..." I replied, looking down. I noticed what I was wearing. I was wearing a pink yukata kimono with various floral patterns on it. However, it was very ripped and tattered on the sleeves and bottom. "All I remember is waking up here...."
"Do you have any parents?"
I shook my head no.
"Do you have a name?"
"Yes." I said. "My name is Hisana Kusonarii."
"You at least have a last name though?"
"Yes. That's all I can remember though." I see.
The kind man helped me up. "Why don't you come with me? I'll get you some food and clothes. I'm sure you're hungry, right?"
My stomach growled at the moment he had mentioned food.
"Do you know what food you like to eat?"
I shrugged my shoulders. He smiled and took me to WcDonalds to get a burger meal with some fries. The food was not to bad to eat and I tried soda for the first time. Then, we went to a few clothing stores and he had gotten me some outfits. We then walked into a office building where he had gotten me to talk to some nice people. From there, the nice man had taken me home with him.
"Hisana, my name is Souske Aizen, but you can call me Dad."
"Really? Even thought you just met me?"
"You seem like a very sweet girl, Hisana. And I didn't want to keep you out on the streets like that, especially since you don't have any family either."
"That's really sweet of you.."
He lead me to a house next to a clinic. The clinic was owned by the Kurosaki family.
"In case if you need to see a doctor, the Kurosaki's are next door. Also.." Dad lead me upstairs where there was an empty room. "This is your room then. I'll get some more stuff this week with you after we get you registered for junior high."
He smiled, and then exited the room, heading downstairs.
I heard the voices of two other men now downstairs along with Father's. "Did you find the girl?"
"Is she safe?"
"Yes, Lady Kusonarii is safe... do not spill the secret."
"Secret?" I thought. "What secret? Is something off here or is it just me?"
Going downstairs after I changed clothes, I came into the kitchen to see a dark skinned male with orange glasses that almost seemed like goggles. Following, the other man with him had short silver white hair and had a slyness about him. Both of them wore business suits- the standard black and white.  "Ah, you must be Hisana!" The sly man perked up.
"Dad.. who are these people?"
"They're your uncles, Gin and Kaname."
"Oh. So they're your brothers?"
"In a way, yes. We've practically grown up with each other."
I glanced back over at them. "I see."
We all talked for a little bit, and then Uncle Gin and Uncle Kaname had to go somewhere. "Well, Hisana you should get some sleep." Dad urged. "You do have your first day of school tomorrow. I'll just have to drive you over to get you registered and get your uniform in place."
"Okay, I understand."

Later that night as I lied in bed, I drifted off into a deep sleep with many dreams going on. They got really bad later in the night. I was plagued again with the visions of there being blood everywhere, all through my home. I saw a man with medium length black hair, screaming for someone. A woman with dark red hair was laying motionless in a yukata kimono, and a red headed man laid bloody and motionless, covering the body of a young girl.
Then, there was a bright light. When I finally had came to, it was the morning hours of the next day.

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