Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any other animes/manga.
Important notice: Hey guys, I've decided to rewrite the whole story and sorry about not updating for…quite a while now. Now, I'm going to try and avoid any "Mary-Sue moments" so that I don't upset any readers. I would like to say thanks to my loyal readers for staying with me so far. Don't worry, I'm still continuing this but just as a warning, it will probably, most likely, stray off from the actual series. And no, I don't watch the anime anymore but still follow the manga.
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Prologue
A Reminiscence
A lone figure sat under an old, dead, burnt oak tree. It used to be alive and flourishing, but lightning had struck it and it lost its life. To others, it seemed useless and weak, but to her, it was still alive and filled with many memories. Old but happy memories. It was where she had first met him. Where they had trained together. Where they talked or just enjoyed the comfortable silence in each other's presence. Now, those precious memories are her only source of comfort and, dare she say, sanity.
The rain splashed against her bare arms and clothes. Her shinigami uniform clung to her skin like a second skin, but she didn't move, no matter how uncomfortable it was. It was freezing cold and she was soaked to the bone, but she didn't feel anything, and didn't care. No trace of happiness or love was left inside her. Her golden eyes, which used to sparkle with spirit before, is now dulled cause of days of isolation from the people she once called her friends. A self-chosen path which can only end in self-destruction. They say that the eyes are like a portal to a person's soul, but if you look into her eyes, you will see nothing. Nothing but despair and sorrow. She was a statue, slowly weathering away in the rain.
In the past, she would always smile a warm smile, especially around the man she loved and cared about. His actions and words would make her laugh but make others curse. He once even stole the great Kuchiki Byakuya's precious kenseikan and scarf. Obviously, she had agreed to help him and they both ended up playing either: "hide-and-go-kill" or "tag, you're dead", with him. Over the years, they had played those games with many captains or division members. Mostly it is always Zaraki Kenpachi, and crew, Kurotsuchi Mayuri, and Soi Fong. Or, as a matter of fact, anyone with a short temper and dangerous abilities.
The rain got heavier as she thought about all those good times. The past as she puts it bitterly. Even though you could barely make out anything right in front of you, she, on the other hand, saw a distant and very familiar ghostly face of that man. His name, was Ichimaru Gin.
To be continued…
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Author's Ramble: I'm just post this little section to try, note I said "try", to explain some details. As you know now that you read this points to the paragraphs above that this is pretty angsty. After this, the story is basically a really really big flashback.. Hm, it's not healthy to sit in the rain moping around for that long, so I advise you…don't even think about doing it cuz I don't want to get sued b/c you caught pneumonia. Also, don't forget to review!! -grins-