Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. I don't make money from fan fiction. Don't sue me.
The Kira Chronicles- Drabble 1 - Therapy -
Kira fidgeted. A lot. If there was ever a guy who looked less nervous while he was fidgeting, it was Kira Izuru.
The 4th Division Psychiatrist was sitting in the shadows of the office, glasses glowing eerily while the man scribbled into his notepad without looking at it.
"So," The man's voice was oily and soft. "tell me about yourself. Start from the beginning if you can't think of anything."
"Uh... well, I... um."
"Go on."
Kira gulped and fidgeted some more. He sighed, "Y-you know that kid... at Shinigami Academy who always gets picked on because he-he's quiet and weird and paranoid and a little twitchy and sometimes neurotic?"
The man nodded, his glowing lenses bobbing in the dark corner.
Kira began to sweat. "He used to beat me up after class."
- End, Sorta -
Author's Notes: I was inspired by Kira. These are the Continuing Drabbles in the Life of Kira. They are not necessarily in order nor are they anywhere special in the Bleach timeline. For now, let's say this is after the Soul Society/Save Rukia arc.
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