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Summary: Chieko Fukui is hardly a fortunate person. She's very unfortunate in her most humble opinion. But then again she's hardly humble...And she doubts her opinion matters in the grand scheme of things. It was meant to be a paradise. But depending on who you asked it might hardly be considered one. Toshiro Hitsugaya x OC

Paradise by Azalia Fox Knightling

Prologue: We Play Our Role

Blood red skies, I feel so cold
No innocence
We play our roll
The wheel embodies all
Where are we going?

-Within Temptation feat Tarja

It wasn't supposed to turn out this way.

But I guess things never go the way you want it to.

I shouldn't be sitting in this body waiting for it to die. Well I'm not sitting per say…it's more of I'm floating in the background of her mind…waiting, for my opportunity, for my chance at freedom.

After all these years I'll finally be able to experience things for myself instead of sitting idly on the sidelines, hoping that I'll be noticed. Its strange how starved for attention I am…no I wouldn't use that word….I suppose the better word would be…acknowledgement. Yes that's it.

But I suppose you wouldn't understand how it feels to be stuck in a child's body would you? I think not. And it's not even the body I'm stuck in. It's the darkest corner of the mind. Forgotten and tossed aside like battered toy. I used to be acknowledged by her until they made fun of her for talking to something that's "not there. " And then she screamed and cried for me to go away and leave her alone. Too bad that only caused more trouble for her.

She couldn't handle the fact that I was very much real and that I wasn't a figment of her imagination. That she might not actually be going crazy. It's kind of sad really on how desperate she was to fit in, to be like the rest of the humans. But I suppose one would say we're similar in that aspect of wanting acknowledgement however different those two forms of acknowledgement might be. But she made her choice and she chose wrong. And here we are now.

One suicide attempt later.

In a hospital.

Just waiting…oh so patiently for her to die.

It sounds cruel but imagine how I feel being stuck in a body that I have no control of. If only she would have believed that I was very much real and alive then maybe I could have saved her. Though how alive is barely existing? Sometimes I do wonder who has the better end.

The interesting thing about her suicide attempt, if you could call it that, is that she decided not to go through with it. That's the really sad part…She wanted to move past the hurtful words and perpetual loneliness but unfortunately just as she was getting down from the ledge. Someone slammed open the door and started shouting at her, for her to get down which was really a dumb thing to do and quite the wrong thing to say. Considering that she was standing on a ledge and then the next moment she was freefalling because in her surprise she stepped in one direction too many. But did she did get down…probably not in the way that would have been most favorable. It still happened though.

I did try to save her however. In her brief moment of surprise I managed to shove forward enough to take over in the hopes of moving ourselves to safety. I'm not completely heartless after all. I do seriously dislike idleness. However it seemed it backfired because as quickly I took over. She took control back. But it was too late….things were already set into motion.

I just realized that I haven't introduced who she is yet. But it's not like it matters anyway. But I suppose I might as well since whom else will bother remembering her other than me. Her name was Sayuri…small lily…Too bad lilies are the flowers most associated with funerals. It seems almost fated for her to die. Or maybe it was some coincidence that her mother named her that. Who knows what was going through her mind. I wonder if she considered what they symbolized…but I doubt it. She probably thought it was a pretty name and nothing more.

But it does feels like some sort of strange perverse irony that they symbolize that the soul of the departed has received restored innocence after death, since her death would be tampered with and soon Sayuri would be no more. Not in this world or the next.

I wonder how much longer it'll be. Sayuri does seem to like taking her time.

I seem to have too much time on my hands nowadays with nothing better to do than to wait for a simple child to die.

Sigh.

I suppose it can't be really be helped.

I wonder if we'll be fortunate enough to end up back in Soul Society or if we'll end up going back to Hueco Mundo again…I do wonder…But Tou-san told me that I wouldn't be able to go back to Soul Society until the time was right…I wish the time was right now…Oh well.

But I suppose you don't have any idea of what I'm yammering on about, do you?

A wise and very short person once told me that patience is a virtue and I'm hardly virtuous amongst a list of other unmentionable things. I can hear him now the smug little bastard. You can tell him that I called him a chibi too. He'll really love that. I dare you.

I suppose I should start from the very beginning of how this all came to be. It is quite a long story. But I seem to have a lot time considering Sayuri is taking forever to die so I'll tell you my tale.

Oh how rude of me….I've seemed to have forgotten my manners.

My name is Chieko Fukui and this is my story.

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