The Story of Something that Should not Exist

Chapter One

In soul society there are several things that are not highly spoken of or debated. There were several types of souls, humans, Shinigami, Quincy, and Hollow (even though of then hollows were not considered living). But there is one person with whom came into their midst and ruined this perfectly conceived balance. This was the child born into the Shinigami Clan known as the Hotosami Clan. They were one of the few noble houses left, characterized by their ice blue eyes and striking red hair.

Now the birth of this Daughter to the clan leader would not have been a scandal if not for the race of her mother. Her mother was a Zanpakuto, the spiritual blade of a Shinigami, often considered just another extension of their soul. Regardless of what they are –were- considered, she was born from the clan leader and Zanpakuto as a small infant, red hair and clear blue eyes. It was very clear from the time of her birth and her first few years that she was not a normal child.

She grew very quickly and was a quick learner. She never had issues in her schooling and was probably smarter than half of the clan by her third birthday, at which point her body had matured to seven years and her mind, more like that of a twenty five year old. She scared many people in the clan, and was avoided. She did not have the physical exposure to people, more notably humans, which would have allowed her experience on how to handle them.

She stood to still, and her eyes saw too much. When she first pointed out the Zanpakuto of a clan member when it was not materialized she was sent home and not allowed out until they had chosen what to do with the young girl. No one referred to her as the clan leader's daughter, especially since he had take a suitable wife, who was days from bearing him a child. Her mother pulled her into the Zanpakuto realm where they spent much time.

She loved her mother's world much more than the one she was in all too often. The Zanpakuto saw her as a gift, and spent a great deal of time telling her stories, singing her songs and teaching her new things, things that even their masters would not know. The differences were very apparent. Here they called her "precious, gem, child, gift, blessing," much different from the whispered insults of "monster, freak, demon, rat, thing." She doubted she would ever truly understand the Shinigami world.

She was left in the house until the Clan Leader's wife had her child. She had a Son and they deemed him to be the successor to the name. With that they named him V Hotosami. Also after his birth they decided that she would learn how to fight, only under strict supervision and become his guard.

"Training" to an outside observer would have been to gentle of a word to use. Much of what they made her go through was too dangerous, painful, and isane for even the most skilled of Shinigami. She woke up each day at three in the morning and was sent to run ten miles, by six they put her in hand to hand combat, often using weapons against her when she had none. This does not mean she often lost, but the pain she displayed on her face egged them on and they would put her through different forms of torture so she would not 'reveal secrets' if captured.

She became very good at locking all emotions away and never speaking. When no one was looking she would talk to the Zanpakuto around her, but that seemed to be it. The years went by and by now she looked ten. Her brother was three years old and the clan had already bound the Leader's blade to his soul.

She found the process rather vulgar and unnatural as did most of the Zanpakuto. The rebinding of a Zanpakuto to new masters was often painful to the Zanpakuto and gave them little rest or connection to said master. The name of this particular Zanpakuto was Kaimetsu, he was a Shadow type Zanpakuto eager to serve but weary of all the death he had seen in his many years. Sometimes he would speak with the forsaken daughter, but it was rare.

Only days after V Hotosami's third birthday a storm was bruing. The girl, as she was known as could feel the shift in the air and flash stepped back to the clan to warn them. As usual she was met with glares and they all doubted her word. She could do nothing for them then, if they did not wish to listen, forcing them would do not good either.

The hollows convered from all sides and the screaming started. She joined the fight, tearing apart the monsters with her blade as those around her fell. Her mind drifted from the battle to what her mother had said only hours earlier.

"Daughter of mine, I have chosen a name for you since you are now of an age to receive one," Zanpakuto did not have children, or if they did it was extremely rare and only between Zanpakuto. They strongly believed that one should not be granted a name until they are ready for the importance and weight of it. "You will be Safaia, a flame that cannot die, and will guild your people to an end without suffering" despite her time among them she did not truly understand.

Surrounded by all this death she began to. The Zanpakuto whose masters had fallen drifted and mourned. Their souls did not move forward to reincarnate. They were stuck in a form of limbo as more Shinigami were cut down, the sadness hung heavily in the air. How many times had all these Zanpakuto lived through the deaths of their masters? How many years of blood shed and death had they seen? Things were slowly becoming clear to her.

She had seen several people flee, her father and his wife, with their son included in that group. She would continue to fight until she could not any longer. She had sworn to her mother to treasure the life she had, and intended to do so.

Hollow after hollow came in this storm. How many more were there? She did not know, what she did know was that her legs shook from exhaustion, her hands were slick on the hilt of her blade with the blood of her enemies. How many from her clan were left? None?

With her face hard set she swung her blade, again and again until she hardly had the energy to stand. It did not seem to matter though, they had her surrounded now. One girl, on ten high level hollow. She was surprised to feel neither, anger sadness or regret, everything she had done she would do again. She had earned a name in her mother's eyes, she would have fulfilled her vow of treasuring her life, because she fought to her last breath, and she was no long bound to the word of those around her. She had out lasted them all in this fight to the death. She was also a bit curious now that death was on the horizon as to what would be made of her soul. Would she be reincarnated like Shinigami and humans or would she stay in limbo like Zanpakuto? Or would she be like neither and simply cease to exist?

With that thought she was again left with no opinion or feeling, if she died, she died, that would be the end of it. There was no time to waste on worrying over things that could not be last time she raised her sword, one last time she saw them converge on her, pain through her center, burning and agony like the death she had expected.

And then….voices?

To be continued….

~Author: So hello everyone and anyone who actualy reads what I write. This will be a story/summary of the life of my OC, Safaia Murakami, who was by the way my very first. She is based much off me and my ideals. I hope you enjoy...