17 December, 1890


Living in Tokyo during the time of Tuberculosis was dreadful for someone like me... 16 years of my life I've dealt with upper respiratory problems and no one knew. It got to the point where I was stuck in the hospital permanently. Nurses would come in constantly and make sure I was comfortable but they were concerned that I would get worse and develop Tuberculosis... How to write in a sigh. If I had any regrets, it would be that I did not live a lasting life... But being surrounded by death gave me an insightful ability. The ability to see spirits.


Putting my notebook away, I push my glasses on my face and look up to seeing an elderly spirit. My first instinct was to blush and be embarrassed. "I'm sorry... How long have you been here?"

The spirit looked at me, surprised that someone was able to see them. "Only a few moments my dear. May I ask why someone so young, with their whole life ahead of them is stuck in this death hole?"

My eyes drifted downward, it's usual shine dulled. "I have a respiratory problem that has never gone away... The nurses called me a frequent flier and with Tuberculosis on the rise, they feel that it's only a matter of time before I end up succumbing to it. May I ask what drew you to this room?"

"Oh my dear, I have passed on already. I have my reasons for lingering, but why are you here instead of with your family?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This spirit was asking me why I was stuck here instead of being with my family?! I was so upset that someone that I barely knew would ask something like that, but I didn't have the heart to be rude. The buildup of tears in my eyes flowed over and down my face. "My family were the ones that stuck me here!" I started sobbing, the feeling of being unwanted setting in.

The spirit was surprised that I blurted out something so loudly, considering the mild mannered behavior I demonstrated before. "There there child. I believe there is a better place for you. Don't give up on that. I should thank you because now I can cross over to the next plane." In a flashing, blinding light, the spirit disappeared.

I grab a tissue to dab my eyes dry, and quiet my cries before the nurse came by for my next checkup. I started coughing up phlegm and a little blood. I found it odd that I was coughing up blood when I have an upper respiratory condition, but learning about Tuberculosis may have shut down those thoughts quickly. I cried out for help, as there was more blood than I was comfortable with, and my breathes were becoming more gasp like.

The nurses ran over as I started blacking out... I started realizing that it was the beginning of the end of my life.


25 December, 1890

I was lucky that day, however my mortality rate has went up. I'll be lucky to last another week with this. The nurses looked kind of jealous of my figure since my diagnosis. I was always kind of … Top heavy, but didn't enjoy flaunting it. Coughing up phlegm and blood on the constant caused me to lose a significant amount of weight as I was not able to keep anything down. I lost fat in the abdominal area and it accented my assets more than I was comfortable with. I was also moved in to the general area since there was no reason to keep me isolated. I look at the poinsettias in the window. The deep colors against the white makes me see someone in black and white. They make their way into the hospital and a lot of the souls that I encountered started disappearing...


The black and white figure happened by my bed, and I cleared my throat. The figure looked at me and pointed at herself. I nodded. "Who are you?"

The figure was still surprised. "You can see me?" They walk over and scrutinize me in the most meticulous manner.

I cough up some more blood and nod. "Yes, I'm not blind and my glasses were updated... Now who and what are you and why have all these souls disappeared?"

The figure sighed. "I'm a soul reaper kid. I'm just doing my job of sending souls to the soul society and protecting souls and this realm from hollows." He pinches his nose, wondering why he's explaining this to a kid in a hospital bed.

I sit there contemplating this information, figuring it's not too far fetched since a lot of people die here anyways. The lights start flickering and the room starts to shake. "What was that?" A sound rings off and the Soul Reaper curses.

"Damn! A hollow, here?!"

"What's a hollow?"

"A whole soul that was never passed on, sometimes turned by force. They consume other whole souls and even people with high enough spiritual pressure. They especially love the taste of soul reapers." The soul reaper gets tense.

I get a little nervous before ending up slammed against the wall. Finding myself being choked by a tail, I hear steel grinding. The soul reaper pounced, slicing off the tail. My body slides to the ground, unconscious and I'm sitting there looking at it, a chain attached to my chest. I scream out. "Oh my god! Am I dead?!"

The soul reaper, meanwhile is trying to defeat the hollow. "Damn it!" The hollow looks at me and leaps.

"You look to be an appetizing soul. I will make this quick."

"No you won't!" I see the soul reapers blade come through the hollows mask, turning it and its body to dust. My soul gets up, walks over to my body and reunites with it. The soul reaper carries my body to the bed and I see he's hesitant about something.

"Hey kid, can you keep a secret?"

I was groggy and figured this was only a dream, but nodded. "It's not like I talk with many people in this place. Everyone is way older than I am... or dead."

He held something in his hand. "Normally, I'm supposed to erase your memory of a near death experience, but I can sense we'll be seeing more of each other, and I'll be helping you to pass on. Now go to sleep you crazy kid."

I fall asleep, knowing that my shortened life has been changed forever.


1 January, 1891

As the soul reaper said, he's been around and we would chat about what death would be like and how passing on would work. My body has deteriorated more due to the hollow attack. My body feels like it's going to give out some time soon. It's laborious to breathe and my lungs feel like they're constantly on fire. The soul reaper is constantly on guard for another hollow attack, and notices how much my body deteriorates each day. He feels it will be time to perform a konso on me soon, but he had to disappear back to the soul society to check in. I feel so weak...


AN: Hello there, normally I don't do this in stories, but welcome to my story and if you enjoy it let me know and if not leave CONSTRUCTIVE criticism about why. As mentioned in my profile I have teamed up with BigBonedNinja and was inspired to write a new story. This particular one was spawned years ago when I created my oc for the Bleach fandom but I completely forgot about until now. Enjoy.