A/N: Hello everyone. How are we today? That's nice. First off, thank you for reading my story and I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: If I owned Bleach, I wouldn't be writing this…
Entry 1
Why the fuck did I ever think that sacrificing my shinigami powers to protect everyone was a good idea? Oh yeah, 'cause I am a selfless knight in shining armor. Heh, a fucking knight alright…
I spent all that quality time with my dad in that trans-dimensional-portal-thingy and when I stepped out, I was a few years older. Physically. The bastard didn't know that there were two levels to the time-slowing power that the tunnel had. One was on the physical level, ya know, one hour is three months. There's that, and then there is the mental level. It didn't affect my dad 'cause he wasn't training. But anyway, I was in my mind for 50 years. Fifty freaking years! I spent all that time with Zangetsu and my hollow. No wonder I'm crazy. So anyway, that means my mental age is about 67. God I feel old. It has to be one of the strangest things I have ever experienced (and that's saying something). I wake up and feel like I am in my late sixties. It always surprises me how easy it is to get out of bed and then I look in the mirror. It takes me a minute to remember that I am only seventeen.
I talked to my dad about it and he only laughed. He said that Urahara said something to him about it (does that bastard know everything?). After my old man stopped cackling at his young son's newfound maturity, he told me to start acting my age. I don't know if he meant the seventeen year old me or the sixty-seven year old me. Ah well, I feel too old to go play soccer with Karin. I think I will go read. Now if only I could find my reading glasses…