Synopsis: The Cat leaves its mark on The Wasp, and thus The Nekomata is born. The Nekomata will bring change, however good or not depends on the person.

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I. Death

I remember my death like it was yesterday. It was December of 2018- Christmas was in three days, and I lived in a small neighborhood area that got too little drama, the neighbors friendly and the kids joyful.

My death wasn't so large or disruptive, like being run over or stabbed. In fact, you could say it was quite peaceful. My birthday would've been on the twenty-eighth of December, three days after Christmas. On the night of the twenty-second day, I died in my sleep of a unknown cause.

And thus, I died, and then, I was reborn.

II. Rebirth

Rebirth, in fanfiction, is usually not described well. For me, it was like I was inside a wet cavern that moved, pressuring my head and body to push me forward. In fanfiction, they would forget that babies cannot see.

I cry and scream until my throat is raw, the people around me rushing. I hear people talking in japanese- I was a englishwoman in America, and had no knowledge of Japanese as I was not native to it. I was pushed into the arms of somebody, and I pass out once I suckle from the womans teat.

Rebirth is not pain, but it may as well be embarrassment. Nobody likes drinking milk from the breast if they were formly a child, teenager, adult, or even a elder.

III. Age 1

I grew quick, time seeming to pass for me. Once I was able to open my eyes, I was able to see where I was- who the woman who gave birth to me was. You would not imagine the shock I went through when I saw Soi-Fon herself, staring down at me with those caring eyes, full of love and affection only for me.

My mother was young, however she resembled her future self quite exactly. Dark hair, steel eyes, pale skin, braids witht he golden hoops, she was beauty and she was my mother.

My mother caressed my cheeks, then leaned down to press a kiss against my forhead, "Beddo ni modoru, Hiniko." and thus I slept.

IIII. Age 3

Sometimes I wonder if my mother is ever curious of her child, one who was able to walk before she could talk. She never noticed the way I picked up things so easily, leaving it to me being a "prodigy" and showering me with love that only she shows to me.

At the age of three, I never really thought what I looked like until I walked past a mirror. I had gone back to the mirror and stared. I had skin that was like mocha, hair that was neither black nor purple with a tuff of white that served as a bang, and my eyes were... unusual. My eyes showed signs of heterochromia, the left a dark steel color, while the right was a burning gold color. I resembled Yoruichi in hairstyle, and thus I knew.

I was the child of Soi-Fon and Yoruichi- but the question was how? I... doubt my mother wanted me to know that I knew, and I doubted she even knew herself. So I thought.

V. Age 10

I had a theory. I knew Urahara had escaped with Yoruichi and Tessai ten years ago- and I have seen... something while stuck within Soi-Fons body. I... could only assume I was the manifestation of the reishi that got accidentally stuck in Soi-Fons body. You would think the reshi would leave, however instead it... mixed and fused with Soi-Fons, and thus created me.

I was already used to being a mistake, however this toke the case. I wasn't made by man and women, but by two women who had a connection that gave birth to something new. Yoruichi did not know of my existence, as she had left before I was born. I... was excited to meet her, in the next 90 years.

Mother was happy to know I would like to train to become a Shinigami when I was five years old. Mother was made Captain of the 2nd Squad already, her Shikai quite deadly. She taught me Hakuda and Kido, while also teaching me to fight with swords. Every day, she would smile at me, and only for me. I was her light, and Yoruichi her night. Maybe one day, I'll meet my 'father'. One day.

VI. Age 50

Years seemed to pass by my eyes. I have grown quickly, my captain-ranked reiatsu caused my growth to excellerate, I was about my mothers height already and growing. I would guess I would be the same size as my 'father', if not shorter. My hair had grown, however placed into braids just like my mother.

I had joined the Academy when I was 40 years old, and thanks to my mother's training as a child, I skimmed through those parts of the Academy. The only issues I had within the Academy were those that required work to be done. I hated math will all my soul, and always skipped that one class- however once my mother found out, she kicked my ass and tutored me with the class.

She still loved me, however, and showered me with love and affection only within the safety of home, which I could only go to during specific days. Mother did not show her love outside, making sure I knew how to act in public.

VII. Age 100

It was nearing the time of the canon, I noted as I sat next to Mother in her room, having joined several years ago and quickly ranked up to the first seat, and if it were not for Mothers lieutenant, she would've made me her lieutenant. I already had my shikai, "Shinde iru ka ikite iru, Shuredingā" in which my Asauchi katana is turned into clawed gauntlets, the 'claws' becoming my fingers. Thanks to Haduko, my clawed-gauntlets were truely deadly.

Kuichiki Rukia had returned to the Soul Society a couple days ago, under arrest for giving powers to a ryoka- Kurosaki Ichigo, however I myself was not sure of the rules, but I could not show my side- not yet.

Going back to my Zanpaktou, my Zanpaktou was the Schrodinger Cat, locked in a box that was pumped to hell and back with reiatsu. I could not tell if the cat was dead or not- I was not tempted to look. The Box said that only I could see what happened to the Cat, so thus The Cat was either Dead or Alive. The area around the Box was white- nothing Existed and Could Exist as long as The Box existed.

My bankai was incomplete, but thanks to The Box, I could do one thing only Yoruichi could do.

I could turn into a cat. But not just a cat. I was a Nekomata, two tails and all. It happened when I was 70 and had met Schrodinger's Cat. I was cursed with sudden transformations for ten years before mastering the transformation myself.

My cat form was neither black nor purple, like my 'fathers' hair. My feline form seemed to mix the two colors in perfect harmony, while that tuff of white fur marked the side of my head like a scar.

Now I had to wait. But for what, I knew not.