Day 1: My name is Haishin Kurotenbun. I have recently become a Captain, ever since my friend, Kurai, betrayed Soul Society, which went by oh so fucking perfectly! I loved how he just knocked out several certain people and left off, leaving Soul Society in confusion. It has been a while since I last saw a certain someone as well. The perfect plans for what I shall do next... They will be carried out later on. I fucking love it when my plans seem so perfect. My powers are still hidden, and never before seen! Meaning no one witnessed my powers yet! That is the fun part! All I have been doing was drawing everyone into the same illusions that Aizen once performed. Although that may be the case, my Zanpaku-to has still not been revealed just yet. I wonder when these weaklings will realize that my Zanpaku-to has not been revealed yet…? Oh well. I met with the Vice-Captain, Hinamori. She seems nice. I feel bad that Aizen stabbed her into a nearby death despite the loyalty she displayed… Too bad, it will be fun to watch them all just die. These bastards do not understand me, and when that certain day comes, I will make them fucking understand me… After that day comes… the name, Haishin Kurotenbun will be erased, and my true name shall be revealed…
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I walked through Soul Society, acting my usual self. I was quiet, and seemingly depressed. Everyone thinks that my loved one died in action, when in reality I was the one who killed her. I killed her with my own fucking hands and boy did it feel fucking awesome! I felt like I did not give a shit… Aw gee, this is starting to turn into a fucking journal… Aside from that… I will explain today's events through a story-like writing since several people think I need to improve on story writing. Fuckers… I write awesomely! … Never mind, I am really starting to turn this into a journal, so I will now write this into the story format… I WILL WRITE IT AS IF IT WERE A STORY! (Author's Note: By the way, this is just a side-story that Tenshi no Ashi and I decided to do, he will post log entries of his own OC character as well, and then we shall be writing an actual story that will bring the two characters together by a twist of fate)
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Haishin walked past several houses, emotionless as ever. He sighed every time he bypassed a married couple, or a regular couple that were not there yet. Hell, he acted depressed around anyone who appeared to be a couple, or were kissing. His white Captain's uniform flowed with the wind as he walked. Haishin had pitch-black hair, bright green iris (The part of our eyes that have color). His black hair was short (Like Ichigo's) and his face, of course, was a depressed-looking one. His eyes also faked internal depression for the sheer hell of it. Haishin loved to see people suffer, or to see people feel sorrow for the sorrowed/dead. He was an internally proclaimed sadist, but he did not show it outside. Today, he was in for a surprise…
"Hello there, Captain Kurotenbun." a white-haired child slipped by him. The white-haired child had a soft shade of green iris for his eyes, and his hair was spiked. His Zanpaku-to was strapped around his back by a sash, and he was about half of Haishin's height. The child was of course, Captain Toushiro Hitsugaya.
"Oh, sorry… I didn't see you there." Haishin sighed as he began to walk yet again. His depression yet again was not a real one, nor did he truly have a reason to be depressed, but it seemed so real. It can only be a guess that he felt depressed over something subconsciously that made the illusion of his fake depression so real.
"I can see you're still depressed over the murder of your loved one…," he said, looking at Haishin. He could tell that Haishin was depressed, but he felt something too suspicious about that depression. It looked too real, and was on for a bit too long. His depression seemed to be around for about two years, too long for someone to be depressed over someone else's death.
"Yes, sadly." he sighed in answer, looking at the sky as if hoping for his loved one to be looking down from up above and hoping him luck.
"Don't worry about it, Haishin. We will stick around to help you out," Toushiro said with a smile. The smile was not real either, like a mask. He now felt the need to fake everything as well, that way to keep an eye on this new Captain.
Haishin thought "His eyes tell me that he's suspicious of me already… Damnit, it looks like I may have to take care of him later on…" He smiled a fake smile as well, joining Toushiro in the display of fake smiling masks "Sure, but who's 'we'?" Haishin questioned that, thinking that Toushiro probably arranged for either something in dedication to him, or arranged for several Squad 10 members to attack him. Either way, he was ready for it.
"HAISHIN!" a womanly, immature voice rang out. The sound seemed to have been a bit close, by the each syllable, almost as if the person who rang that out was running closer to them.
Toushiro side-stepped quickly with a sweat drop, trying to not get in the way of whatever seemed to be running towards them both.
The woman who said that had orange hair, a chest that had breasts which were probably larger than all of the women in Soul Society (Author's Note: I am not being a pervert, I am just noting that because it's stupidly hanging there, so of course I would know of it and I need to describe things…)
"Aw shit…" Haishin thought with a sweat drop. Quickly, he tried to side step as well, but sadly was too late. The Squad 10 Lieutenant, Rangiku Matsumoto, knocked him down. "DAMNIT! OUCH! I CANNOT BREATHE! GET OFF ME!" he yelled in muffled. His voice was in muffled because her breasts were on his face, blocking his ability to breathe in fresh air.
"HELLO!" she said in a child-like voice, giggling at the fact that he was speaking in muffle, just like anyone else who suffered from the attack of her suffocating hugs!
"Damnit, damnit! GET THE HELL OFF ME! I CAN'T FUCKING BREATHE!" he yelled, his voice still being muffled. "I think I lost all the air in my lungs now…" he thought in his mind as his vision began to become blurry. Wait, what vision? All he can see was darkness, and was unable to breathe.
"Matsumoto, get off of Haishin please, he's going to run out of fresh air if you keep making him suffer like that…" Toushiro sighed, feeling like now he was going to be talking with a group of idiots. Oh wait, Matsumoto is kind of an idiot…
"Awww! Fine," she frowned as she rolled off the unconscious body of Haishin Kurotenbun. "Whoops, too late for that!" she giggled, pointing at the unconscious body that belonged to Haishin.
(Haishin's Note: This is probably what happened after I was unconscious…) Toushiro sighed, "Rangiku, take him back to the Squad 10 base, and then I would like for you to go out and have fun for now, I will take care of Haishin."
"Why you?" she asked in complaint, apparently not wanting to leave Haishin with the Captain for some strange, unforeseen reasons.
"Just do it." he twitched, not wanting to get into too many details and also wanting Matsumoto to follow his freaking orders.
"Fine!" she stuck her tongue out at him and dragged Haishin by his collar to where the Squad 10 base.
Toushiro thought "It's a good thing I sent for Matsumoto to go home afterwards… I do not want her to be caught within the crossfire…," he thought as he walked behind Matsumoto, who was still dragging Haishin as if he were a luggage with wheels.
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Screw that, something so Manga-ish should not have happened! DAMNIT I AM TURNING THIS INTO A FUCKING DIARY AGAIN! Aside from that, anyone reading this can probably tell I am not good at this, so you beeter just go get shot…
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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, but I do own Haishin, and Tenshi no Ashi owns Kurai.
Author's Note: Wheeeee! I FEEL LIKE I AM ON CRACK TODAY! WOOT!