I can up with this idea during class (as I usually do...) and just had to write it down. it didn't turn out as long as i would have liked it to, but well my muse decided to take a vacation... Well I hope to like it! Please comment!
Passing Over
She sat alone in the middle of the sidewalk, the sun glinting off the chain that hung from her chest – marking her as deceased. Her hair was black and glossy and it's long waves fell about her shoulders and face hiding it from view. Jushiro came to stand beside her and knelt down, gently laying a hand on her shoulder. She flinched away and looked up revealing her face. He bit back a gasp. Glaringly obvious against her pale skin was a scar. Starting on the right side of her forehead it swooped down and over a milky white eye. It continued down her cheek and neck before disappearing under the neckline of her pale blue shirt.
"Am I dead?" Her soft voice pulled him from his thoughts. "
Uh, yes." He answered.
"Oh, that's disappointing." The way she said it was soft and calm, so unlike the hysteria of a normal soul. It sent shivers down his spine.
"What's your name?" Curiosity shining in her single black eye.
"Ukitake Jushiro." He answered, smiling.
"Jushiro-san," She tested the name on her tongue. "are you going to take me into the white light." She smiled wryly.
"Well, I wouldn't say 'white light' but yes. Yes I am." He answered sadly.
"That's good, it is kind of boring as a ghost."
Jushiro was amazed, in all of his years as a shinigami and out of the numerous souls e has passed over, this woman was the calmest; most souls where to overcome with grief or hysteria to function properly, let alone hold a conversation.
"Well what better time than now?" She asked looking at him expectantly.
"Okay." He said, lifting the hilt of his zanpakuto to her forehead. He pressed lightly and felt the familiar rush of power as she dissolved into spirit particles.
"Goodbye Jushiro-san." Her soft voice sang in the air and it was at that moment he remember he forgot to ask her name.
