That House by the Lake (Bleach Fanfic)

I hate shinigami.

I didn't always, until they took everything that was important to me away. It's sad really, more so because it was such a happy day. The day me and my brother went to that house by the lake.

My name is Tyna, Kumichi Tyna. Today was the first day of summer break and I've been waiting forever for it to start. I sat in the back seat of our blue mini van, next to me was my brother Kuwan. We've always known that our father wasn't coming back, mother always claimed that he had died. That's what she thought but the truth is, he's back in the Soul Society working as a shinigami. This is only the first part of my resentment towards them.

"How you kid's doing back there?" Mom called from the drivers seat back at us. Right now we were driving to our Grandma Ushi's lake side home. We did this every summer, it was her that told me the truth of father's disappearance. She was originally a shinigami but retired into the human world after many years, and gave birth to my father long before that with another shinigami.

"Just fine mom," I said to her, that was a lie. I was quietly wrestling Kuwan for my cell phone back, he was looking though my contacts and I feared that he might find my crush's number in there, Ichigo.

"Just give it back," I whispered dangerously in his ear. Kuwan gave me a devious look and suddenly bit my nose.

"Urgh!" I shouted wiping the drool off my face in disgust, Kuwan laught at my discomfort and quickly scrolled down my contacts.

"Who's Ichigo," he asked in a mocking tone. God! I knew he's only ten but I really want to kill him right now!

"No one!" I shouted quickly snatching my precious phone away from him. I cradled it close to my chest as if it was a human baby.

"Than why are you blushing?" Kuwan asked wiggling his eyebrows.

I scrunched up my nose and stuck my tongue out at him, "Go to Hell Brat!"

"Okay! That's it!" Mom suddenly shouted from the driver's seat. She turned around and faced us while still driving. "What in god's name is going on back here?!" she demanded.

Both Kuwan and I suddenly started yelling things all at once surely making mom's head pound.

"But he took my phone!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did-"

"Stop it right there you two!" Mom flamed. "Don't you dare sink to preschool level! I know I've raised you two better than that!"

We both grumbled but shut our mouths, I fell back into my seat and brought my knees up to my chest and rested my chin on it. I wrapped my arms around my legs and told myself nothing could hurt me while I was in this position, boy was I wrong.

Mom continued to scold us for a few minutes until I heard Kuwan's frightened voice shakily whisper, "Mom...."

"How disrespectful! How do you ever plan on going out side if you two always fight?!"

"Mom....."

"Shame on you! Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame!"

"Mom."

"I can't believe it! Aren't you two suppose to love each other-"

"Mom!" Kuwan finally shouted.

"What?!"

"Truck!"

Before anyone could react a giant truck came crashing into our tiny mini van, it pushed us off the side of the road and into a field of grain. It didn't stop from there, because there was a small hill separating the field from the road we continued to roll from the force. It was even worse because I had a bad habit of not putting my seat belt on ever, so now I was tumbling around inside the car, each time I  hit the side a new wave of pain would be sent through me.