I couldn't remember where I was, what I was doing there, or why I was bleeding profusely. I just remember falling from the sky and hitting the ground. I guess, in retrospect, that I could have deducted that I was bleeding because of the great fall. Of course I would later find out that the fall wasn't the reason, but I still could have blamed it on such at the time. But I didn't. I was confused. I wasn't even sure what my name was, but instinct told me that when called upon, I would know the answer. Which I did.
But the warm pool of blood that soon surrounded me in my crater that I had made invited me to stay and sleep. The air I could feel on my uncovered parts was cold, and my warm, smooth liquid, which oozed so slowly and bountifully out of me, caressed me into a snuggly damp wonderland. My long hair seemed to swim in it, and my head was heavy with the extra weight when I tried to lift it.
My body felt limp, and when I finally found the energy to sit up, my head hung back on my shoulders to hold the weight of my hair, thick and extra heavy with blood. I looked down into the puddle of it that I had made, coming from large gashes over the front of my body and legs. I wondered briefly how I had gotten them, not remembering anything before my fall. I suppose, now, that even if I had blamed my wounds from the impact of the fall, what had I landed on that made them?
My purple and gold yukata was soaked, and its vibrant colors and intricate designs were, again, soiled with blood. My hair, which was originally blue, was now a deep, velvety brown. My skin, which I was fairly sure was supposed to be a pale color, was also dark and discolored from the blood, some of it crusty and almost dry in some places, other places thick with fresh wetness.
My eyes were a dull gray, however I remember them being a bright, shiny emerald green. A sign of lifelessness.
My first thought when I saw myself was that wherever I was, if I was seen like this, anything would take the chance to prey on a weakened animal of my size, taking it as a free feast. I wasn't even sure if I had the energy, but I tried to turn into my animal form; a small cat, like a kitten, with snow white fur and big ice-blue eyes and two bushy tails. (Just try to imagine a snow white Kirara from Inuyasha with no markings and ice blue eyes. Abilities included, in fact.)
I groggily checked my surroundings in my new form. My breathing quickened in my small chest as I pushed myself onto all four of my feet. The weight on my paws seemed immense, though I knew it couldn't be that much. Again, my fur was badly tarnished with the blood—there was no white to be seen on me anymore. I would surely die if I did not get help.
When I looked around me, I seemed to be in someone's Japanese-style garden. There was an outdoor hallway surrounding it, with wooden floors and many rice-paper slide doors that no doubt led into beautifully decorated rooms. It would have been such a serene place, had I not landed rudely in the middle of it and ruined it with my blood and created a crater in the impact.
I staggered out of my hole and jumped, painfully, onto the platform of the wooden hallway. My tails were dragging on the ground behind me, leaving a clean trail of velvet red paint. I didn't get too far, either, before I fell against one of the wooden poles that kept the shelter over the hallway above my head. I slumped against it with force, feeling splinters loosen themselves in my badly matted fur. The thicker mane around my neck was more of a sponge, and my spine ached with its burden.
I was wheezing now, my eyes clenched tight, and only semi-aware that someone now stood over me, looking down at me with no emotion. I opened one eye and painfully craned my neck to look upwards at a regal man, wearing traditional garb of the soul society—shihakusho. He was definitely a captain, too, from his haori. He had an emotionless face, with both dark hair and dark eyes. His hair was long and tightly fit into a white ceremonial kenseigan. Around his neck was a seemingly expensive light blue scarf, fit perfectly loose around his shoulders and allowed to trail behind him to just above his waist. He was a seemingly handsome man.
He began to reach down to me, to pick me up I suppose, but I hissed at him in a feral manner and shrank into myself. I was taught to stay away from soul reapers and anything to do with the Soul Society. He stopped, but didn't take his hand away, and studied me a moment before continuing to reach for me, deciding something so small couldn't hurt him so badly. I knew I had about three seconds of energy left for my following move, but it would scare him off for sure.
My small feline body enveloped itself in blue flames, and my large form made its appearance. My fur was still red, soaked with blood, but it only added to my ferocity. I was almost the size of a horse now, and my saber-toothed mouth opened for a roar. But it never came out. All that escaped my jaws was a loud whine, followed by me wincing and the flames licking themselves over me to bring me back to my kitten form. I collapsed on the ground, wheezing even heavier.
The man only stared at me in awe, amazed that something like myself even existed. He looked around quickly, to see if anyone else had seen the spectacle, and reached down and picked me up. My bloodied fur rubbed on his white haori, and no doubt it would stain.
He held a hand over me, shielding me from bright lights, and holding me gently in his other cupped hand. His hand smelled like faint perfume, and I snuggled into it. It was much better than the thick smell of my own blood, which at this point was overwhelming. Wherever this guy was taking me, I couldn't stop him from doing it, so I'd just go with it.
The gentle motion of him walking suddenly stopped, and I lowered my ears to my head and cracked my eyes open. He was handing me over to some lady with long dark hair that was braided in front of her under her chin, and soft blue eyes. What I thought at that moment was absurd, but it happens—they were going to cook me up and eat me since I was left for dead anyway.
But I wasn't going to let that happen.
I let go of my cat form and let myself transform back into my human self. The transformation istelf brought great relief onto me, me no longer having to use the last of my strength to hold the form. With it came great relief to my body. Of course this surprised the lady, and she fell backwards and onto the ground, me landing on her diaphragm. Obviously, I no longer had clothes, as I had left them at the crash site when I formorly transformed. The woman let out a soft cry, more of surprise than anything, and I let the searing pain of my wounds and my great loss of blood take me into blissful unconsciousness.