Another one of those stories that, thus far, was only on my AO3. Now, everything is up to date. I think.
I'll post this one a little slower... there are a few chapters... so as not to spam the few people who subscribed to me, and get some more readers. LOL.
Reiryoku. The power of the soul.
Reiatsu, which is manifested by using that so called power of the soul.
It's one of things he can remember her telling him, back 'then'. The drawings she used to show him were so funny.
He winces, rubbing the back of his head in a remembered pain. She had a fierce kick on her, that one.
He recalls how she would sit, perched with all the grace of nobility, eating sandwiches. Delighting especially in the ones with cucumber or eggs. The way she'd smile fondly at him from time to time, when she thought he wasn't watching. Now if only he could remember her name!
He knows a lot of things about her, but that one thing still evades him.
He lets out a sigh, and it's not for the first time. It's not as if he cares, honestly. Not really. It's just that she is one of the strongest memories of his time being alive that he has left.
In fact, one of the only ones he has. Her eyes, filled with tears. A swift kick to the solar plexus. Clothes torn, covered in blood, so much blood.
He shakes his head vigorously. There are good and bad memories. And sometimes he wishes the bad would just disappear. A flash of orange hair. A woman collapsed on the ground, blood pooling around her.
The words of his small 'soul family' trickle back to him. The memories of your past life are precious, no matter what they are. Although because of them, he knows one thing for certain.
He will never meet her. Because she is a Shinigami, and he is a mere wandering soul.
A dog of Rukongai.