Hello everyone!

Welcome to this new FF of mine taking place in the BLEACH universe - specifically in Soul Society. The main character of this story is Rangiku Matsumoto, and it'll mostly be a 1st person POV, until Hitsugaya Toushirou appears of course! I'm kind of obsessed with the two of them and I tried my best considering any grammatical and vocabulary errors - since English is not my native language, please forgive any weird mistakes and feel free to point them out - i accept any opinion and comment!

The story is divided as follows:

Part 1 - Unforgotten Souls [Chapters 1 - 12]

Part 2 - Restless Nights [Chapters 13 - 27]

Part 3 - Apart like Night and Day [Chapters 28 - 38]

Part 4 - Let's make Memories Together [Chapters 39 - ...]

Please enjoy!XD

Part 1 - Unforgotten Souls

Chapter 1 – Can a Shinigami love?

Can a Shinigami love...?

Of course they can... the matter is whether they want to be loved...

I'm a creature that's neither dead, nor alive. We live in the in-between, somewhere between your world and the world of the dead, where scents, tastes and feelings have taken a different meaning. Somewhere where you can't feel the cold morning breeze on your skin and the hair on the small of your neck rise, somewhere where you can't feel the dry itching on your lips as your body craves for water, somewhere where you can't feel the numbness of burning on your tongue as you sip well-cooked soup, and you can't feel the desires of flesh take over your usually perfectly logical state of mind...

This is my world now...

It wasn't something I chose, but whatever the case I am here now and I am good at what I do. I learnt to live this way and I learnt to get over the hysterical madness that can take over the amateurs' mentality in this cruel place by occupying my mind with all that's left of me from my previous life; my memories...

Even if the sky is softly blue every morning that I wake up, and sometimes fluffy, pearl white clouds float up there to break the monotony I know that this will never be the sky I had learnt to love when I was a kid. But then maybe... it's not the sky that has changed... but it's me.

I've thought about it over and over again, and when I did find the courage to ask this question of mine, I was deep in thoughts, almost reaching this hysterical madness the amateurs would experience after finding out the real cruelty of this being they had become.

I asked many; my colleagues, my comrades, my senseis... but no one ever gave me this answer that left me unprepared as the one my future master and captain would give... and he was nothing but a boy with cold, piercing eyes, irises in the colour of ice floating above the rough, howling ocean.

This boy, who had lived a longer time in this cruel world than me, the boy who looked at least ten years younger than me, gave me the answer I feared, but still it was the one I was looking for...