I've become a liar in my short time here.
Short for me, at the very least.
People dance around the city square, joyous in the news of destruction of nuclear powers in this new age of heroes. Humans with special abilities emerge as the overall level of reiatsu rises so very quickly. It's discomforting knowing they can see me, speak with me, know me in their short time. It's even worse knowing that they too can get under my skin and burrow themselves into my heart.
According to legal and official record, my name is Olaug East. I've never had a last name, never bothered to give myself one. Here it is imperative I learn to blend in with even the most inhuman of the humans, even if all they consider me is an immortal gifted in swordplay. No need for them to know I've been dead for the last hundred and eighty some odd years. Or that one day my asauchi will hopefully take form of its own spirit connected to me through bonds no one can truly understand.
Because no one can know the truth of me or my people. Shinigami have stayed hidden for the better part of centuries, and I can't be the one who jeopardizes that. Even my captain wouldn't be able to ignore that and pull strings so I'm not executed. I can wait until they come for me. It shouldn't take long for the Twelfth to find me.
"Olaug! Come on over!"
The handsome young man who wants me to stay with him, for forever probably. He has money, looks, kindness, the type of man any woman should want to marry and live with, even if it is doomed. Plenty of stories have been told; plenty of Shinigami have left the Gotei to do as much. I would hardly be the first one to go, the first one to do anything of the sort. Where I am now means I could never find a way home. I could be stuck here for the rest of my long, long life. I should enjoy it.
I shake my head and instead offer a smile in return. "I'm afraid I have to get to work," I say to him, picking up my things and leaving him where he is. All of them move around me for a moment, truly living, and something dark begins to set in.
It deepens as the years pass, as I watch the generation of Heroes I established this new world order with age and die. It looms in the back of my mind as I see children I consider my own born, grow, love, and die. It reminds me of what I am when I see the fashion trends shift from new to decades old, when musicians and actors become irrelevant and soon forgotten. Loneliness plants a seed inside of me that the years water and nurture.
My name is Olaug of the Third Division. My captain is Ichimaru Gin. I'm a Shinigami. My name is Olaug of the Third Division.
I can wait. I know it.