So many years had past since I had first become a Shinigami, quite frankly the only thing that had changed was the way I acted and dressed. I was no longer a cheerful child, now only an empty shell with a plastered smile. I had done it all for Matsumoto, but I heard she was training to become one too. Next thing I know she's a lieutenant just as I was. She was always intelligent and strong, but just as lazy as both combined.
I met a white haired 'prodigy" as they called him thanks to her, an energetic boy to me, but something about him caught my eye. It was as if he was not here because he wanted to, but because he had to. He felt strong yet you could also tell that he did not have a good control of his powers. In other word he was weak. I honestly didn't like him at first, but after a while I began to enjoy teasing him. I became a captain a short while after figuring that out and later on so did he. Toshiro was his name and he was indeed strong, but not as strong as me. I don't mean to sound cocky, but it's true. My bankai compared to his was much better. Nevertheless he never ceased to amaze me.
One day, mid-summer if I recall correctly, I saw him walking down a dirt path as if he couldn't walk on a roof to keep himself clean; his actions intrigued me so I followed him. He had gone to visit an old woman whom he was very kind to and clearly knew well. I then found myself following him more and more often, like some obsessed man yet I didn't know why during those days. He confronted me about it once and I smiled, blew it off, told him he was crazy. Fact is I was crazy, crazy in love with him, but I knew it wouldn't work out so I backed off and gave him space so I could forget about him.
He was truly beautiful and even more so as the years past. There was only one flaw to him and that was his friend or sister, Momo Hinamori. I never really understood what she was to him, but I digress, she was annoying and the way she practically clung to him didn't help the way I thought about her. She was nothing like her 'brother'.
One day I was talking to Aizen and she walked in without even knocking, so, I was startled and she gave a soft giggle. I believe she thought I had not heard her and she should have kept it that way, but because Aizen was there she opened that mouth of hers and spoke.
"You flinched Captain Ichimaru did I scare you?" She asked in a playful tone to which I replied to coldly.
"I loved the way ya knocked 'n let everyone know ya were comin' in so we wouldn't have been interrupted or anythin'." She frowned and, of course, Aizen had just watched the whole thing with that nasty smile of his. I believe that was the day she started to hate me, which was of big help to me. That day went on like any other just that this marvelous summer I bumped into a certain snowflake.
"Oof!" The other party said in a tone that made it sound like the wind had been knocked out of him.
"Shiro-chan ya need ta look up when yer walkin' not everyone is as short as you are~" I replied in a playful tone to his grunt.
"Shut up! Maybe you should have walked on the correct side." He walked around me and I placed my hand just above his head so my slender fingers could feel his snowy hair. All just to bother him.
