Ichigo's Daughter These violent delights have violent ends, but that is what makes them delights. Without such endings, they would not entertain. We all ask for tragedy, and angst, and sorrow. Then may we ask for happiness, humor, and even love.

"Dax? Dax!" I heard a voice call my name and jerked me back into the present. I realized I had been standing in front of my class, spaced out when I was supposed to present a monologue. One that was written by mself.
"Ms. Dax, will you please start your monologue so we can move on to the next student?" My teacher, Mr. Ruder, asked calmly and patiently.
"Yes sir." I nodded at him and attempted to proceed. "T-these violent..." I trailed off as my stage fright go the better of me and I could no longer say a word. I looked at my teacher as I panicked and he sighed.
"Alright, Ms. Dax, you may sit." He said and I rushed to my seat in the corner of the room.

I couldn't stop thinking about how stupid I looked when I have to do a public speech. Right now I'm currently doing my night/weekend/day job. I'm a soul reaper, daughter of Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia. I was maybe more soul reaper than halo, but no one knew because I never tried my halo form. Frankly I didn't care much. Currently I was fighting with a minor demon thing, the name of which the creature is called I can't remember. "Come on, I've got homework to do!" I said to the creature. It probably wouldn't take so much time if my mind could stay on target. I sighed and cleared my head before opening them fiercely and slaying the horrible beast. I sighed when I was finished and started to go home. As I did I noticed a boy watching me. He was my age so it was odd, most boys at my age don't see us in our soul reaper form anymore. I felt a shifting of energy around that boy as I passed him, but I pretended not to notice the odd shift and decided to jump on the roofs to get home quicker.

When I arrived home, I didn't talk about that boy I had seen. I wasn't sure why, but I felt as if I was supposed to keep him a secret. The six of us all sat at the table, my three younger brothers all talking about the day while I ate silently. This wasn't that much of an abnormal routine, but my mother did glance repeatedly at me. When I finished I excused myself and said that it was Etaku's turn to do the dishes today. To that he yelled that it was mine when it was not. I got myself together and prepared for a bathe, and then worked on my home work.