I Just Been Bleached (Bleach Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Security

If someone would have told me I would be going shopping at the Karakura Town mall, I've would have laughed right in their face.

Yet, here I was, in the flesh, forced by the Kurosakis to go clothes shopping. I didn't have any clothes, and since my body was more define ---boobs and butt---Yuzu's clothes didn't fit me quite right. I felt like I was a moocher, and haven't met Renji yet, but I think his mooching ways have rubbed off on me.

"All right what should we shop for first?" Mr. Kurosaki asks, as we all walk inside the mall.

When I say all, I mean all of the family..

I was a little surprised to see Ichigo coming with us, he mention something about he needed to pick up a few things. He had walked off towards another store, leaving me with Yuzu, Karin and Mr. Kurosaki. I'm still not over my intuitional shock of seeing everyone in the flesh, I mean Bleach was one of my favorite anime.

Even though in all honesty, I haven't watched Bleach or any anime in years. I still kept up with the manga, but a few things about Bleach I don't remember and is a little fuzzy.

I finally snapped back from my thoughts to question that was asked.

"Anywhere is fine."

I didn't have any preference, and I was grateful that he was at least buying me some clothes to wear. Not that my crop top and blue jeans weren't my style, I think it would become very mundane if I wore it every single day.

"I'm sure you are going to need some panties Whitney!" he says loudly, pointing his finger at the women's underwear store.

I heard Karin growled loudly while Yuzu cheered in agreement. And I just stood there mentally face-palming.

Did he have to ask that out loud...?

"Well, I think we should all go in and buy some!" he says, skipping happily to the store.

He was about to walk into the store until Karin sent him flying through the air with a kick. "You pervert, you're not going in there!" she growls, as I was shaking my head at the man. "Come on Whitney and Yuzu."

Yuzu and I follow in behind her, leaving Mr. Kurosaki bleeding on the ground. We begin digging through the bins for panties. I pulled out a plain black pair and placed it over my arm.

"Hey Whitney, do you like these?" Yuzu asks cheerfully, holding up a bright pair of pink underwear with a kitty on the back of them.

They would have been cute... if I was eight again.

"There cute..." I say gently, not wanting to hurt the poor girl's feelings.

"Yuzu, Whitney is too old for underwear like those." Karin scolds, Yuzu holds up the panties examining them even closer.

"I don't see anything wrong with them," Yuzu protests.

Karin sighs wistfully and takes the underwear from her twin and throws them back in the bin. "Come on, let's find some mature underwear for Whitney."

We found quite a few pair of underwear and went to ring up, Mr. Kurosaki tried to come in and pay but Karin took his wallet and paid for it instead. For a second, I thought his face flared in disappointment, and then I realize it wasn't my imagination.

He was a pervert like the anime portrayed him as. We went into some stores, and  picked out a couple of casual outfits, along with a  school uniform. Karin and Yuzu helped me find most of my appropriate clothes, while Mr. Kurosaki picked the skimpiest outfits earning him a slap across the head from Karin.

I just shook my head at the daughter and father, seeing it in real life was better than reading it in the manga.

I could get use to living with them

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Once we made it back home, Karin and Yuzu helped me hang up my new clothes. The room I moved into use to be Mr. Kurosaki's office on the first floor, I felt even more awful for taking his personal room from him, but he insisted it was fine.

It wasn't big, almost the same size as Ichigo's room, maybe a tad bit smaller. I wasn't complaining, at least I had a roof over my head.

I took a shower and headed into the kitchen to help Yuzu with the cooking. She kept insisting that I didn't have to help her and that she loved cooking for everyone. After I had pleaded for a while, she gave in and allow me to help set the table. I was grateful to be some help to her; she was really sweet and caring but I didn't want to be a complete moocher.

I set the table like my mother had once taught me; mat, plate, napkin, forks on the left, knife on the right alongside the teaspoon and the soup spoon.

"There you go." I say, revealing my restaurant style table setting.

Yuzu claps her hands in approval. "That looks wonderful! You did such a good job Whitney!"

I don't why, but I couldn't help but smile at her comment, it was as if I was receiving appraisement from my mother for doing something good.

She really was the mother figure in the house.

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After I had finished dinner I watched TV with Karin, but she ended up faling asleep. Mr. Kurosaki carried her upstairs to her room. I turn off the TV and begin walking to my room, but a picture caught my eye. I seen Mr. Kurosaki run to this picture quite a few times since I arrived here, but I never paid attention to photo.

I knew who it was,

Mrs. Masaki Kurosaki.

I could never tell exactly how she looked, every time I seen her, the face would be blurred by the sun. She was beautiful, and even that was an understatement. I admire how strong yet loving her features were, I can now see how she was truly was the heart of the Kurosaki family.

I don't know how long I stared at the picture, but I was in a trance when someone came in and stood right next to me.

"That was my mother," Ichigo says almost as a whisper, I didn't have to turn to know that was him standing next to me.

"She's beautiful." I choice my words carefully; I didn't want him to know I already knew she was dead since no one had talked about her in depth since been here.

"Was...." I turned to look at him, his eyes intensely glaring at the picture of his mother. "She was beautiful. My mother was murder eight years ago."

"I see, losing someone important is a very hard burden to live with," I say and immediately regret my statement.

He looked at me with a questioning glare, and I cursed myself for mentioning that. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. "My oldest brother was murder...I was close to him before his early demise."

Ichigo just nodded, and we stood there while longer before saying goodnight and heading off to bed.

We had more in common than I thought.