Author's Note: It is of my utmost regret that due to computer lags, my first fic did not manage to make it on Monday, and will be published only on Tuesday. But take it that it is on Monday anyway. This 2401 will hopefully produce more creatively forms of fanfiction rarely ventured into before. Please enjoy! P.S. this fiction, as a starter, is meant to be light and very plain. Almost like everyday. Inspired by the Official Bootleg.

Tegami

By annyenil

Dear Ichimaru-san,

My apologies if this letter seems a little incongruous, or simply gauche. I had not meant to impinge upon your private time, nor dare to grant myself even a little more of your attention. I am writing to bother you with my trivial piece of good news.

I have been accepted by the Shinigami Academy, and have recently moved into the Sereitei campus. My roommates are all quite kind to me, and I have not been left hungry since. The classes are pretty interesting, although I must say the uniform is rather a little too tight fitting at the front.

As I am writing under the lamp now, I have my hair held up behind with the pink ribbon that you had left me when you went away last time. I heard from one of my classmates who came from Sereitei that you are now working in the Fifth Division. Indeed, I remembered you mentioning how you wished to serve the Gotei Thirteen with some devilish plans and how it would be a dream come true to be in one of those squads. I am very glad and happy for you that your dream has been realized, though it would be much of a relief if you did not keep to your word of "I will kill those in my way."

The grounds have turned sallow and the sky dyed purple. Autumn has set in comfortably and we are beginning a new lesson on kidou. It allows me to bind people. If only I had learnt it earlier, then I would be able to bind you up so that you would never leave. Ah, what pervasive thoughts I have! I am in contrition, Ichimaru-san, for even thinking about you. I hope you are well.

Yesterday, one of my classmates brought some dried persimmon from home. These sun-dried fruits remind me so much of you that I almost wanted to wrap some up and send them to the Fifth Division. I am not sure if Sereitei sells these, but I am not sure if they would taste the same as the ones you brought me the first day that we met. Sweet and tangy, lingering in my mouth.

It has been two winters since I last met you. Where are you, Ichimaru-san, even though I have no right to inquire, but this curiosity cannot be quelled unless my eyes can set sight on that shimmery coat of silver that embraces your slender visage.

I hope you are well.

Love, Matsumoto Rangiku.