Hello.
My name is Izumi.
I don't know you people yet, don't ask for my last name...creepers.
I am sixteen years of age and still growing.
My appearance is as follows: *Unable to access image. Please refer to the starting image*
I had to take a picture, so why not edit.
Do not ask me about my username.
It is a whole other matter.
*Glances down towards info paper*
I suppose that is all.
As you may have guessed by now, this is just an intro.
My wrists hurt, I have no writing prowess as of yet.
I have been knitting.
I am quite skilled, if I may add.
Ah, getting off track...it is a sweater.
I believe I should now introduce you to this story that I will be writing.
You see, I am quite strange.
In a number of ways and my strangeness has something to do with the story.
My imagination.
It was the cause of it all.
I do not no why, nor when it all started but I do know I regretted it.
You see, I had just finished reading the last available chapter of Bleach.
On the order of my friend, I shan't be giving out spoilers.
Anyways, having lost my hobby, I found myself wishing.
To be a part...
Of the world that is Bleach.
And somehow, one day, my wish came true.
That is when I discovered my power.
It is not anything grand.
Well, it could be if put to use but I am not that great of a person.
I believe myself to be humble.
Before I get too engrossed in the essence of my being, I should explain.
My power, that is.
It is the power of imagination.
To bring anything to life.
I first discovered this when I was young but it got misplaced from my memories.
Have you ever watched that show Pokemon ?
Few haven't, to be honest.
I was young and naive.
I wished for a 'real life Pikachu'.
Can you imagine what that must have been like ?
I feel bad for myself back then.
I was hoping for one of those cute little fur-balls that come out of Pokeballs but what I received was none too pleasing.
It was a rat.
A yellow one, but a rat nonetheless.
It was hissing and I could have sworn it was looking straight at me.
It was judging me, I just knew it.
At first I questioned myself to what I did to the rat, or Pikachu as I had hoped.
Why did it not like me ?
But then the rat started moving and I couldn't react sooner.
I don't like rats.
I killed it as soon as I lay eyes upon it...in a one meter radius.
It was my first time seeing blood.
I was not happy.
Was that the reason I forgot ?
Moving on...back to the present state of affairs.
Well, not exactly but you get my point.
Either way, with nothing to do, I made a mistake of taking advantage of my power.
And wished myself into the world of Bleach.
This is my story.
The story of how I unintentionally became a part of something too great for me to comprehend.