December 20th

I don't own bleach

Chapter one: A simple murder

My name is Toshiro Hitsugaya.

I am ten or eleven, I never counted.

Today, I'm up on the Sokyoku for murder.

So how did this happen?

Simple.

I killed someone.

Now, usually, this isn't a crime.

Every single Shinigami down there is a murderer.

But...

It looks like I'm going to die.

The Sokyoku is inches away, the firey bird staring me down.

I don't look at it with fear.

Heck, I'm ready to die.

This probably sounds crazy, but it's true.

I'm tired of life.

Tired of the abandonment, for something I can't help.

Every person down there is anxious for the Sokyoku to peirce my chest.

For my blood to spill.

My death.

My Mom's dead.

My Dad's dead.

They abandoned me.

I hate them all.

I hate them all.

Wait...

Did someone...

just yell...

my name...?

Why...

did the sokyoku stop..?

No...

Don't stop the Sokyoku!

This is what I want!

I never will...

get my way...

Now will I?

I hate them all.

I hate them all.

I will never be normal.

I'm a murderer.

So why... Did that girl..

Just try to stop..

My own death?

Who is she?

What does she care?

Oh.

The sokyoku is moving...

Huh?

Why is my face wet...?

What is this..?

Oh.

I get it.

It's raining...

No..

That's not it.

What is this?

What's this burning in my throat?

That girl...

Who..

Is..

She?

Why... Is... She.. so...

Familar?

Shinigami year 2066: Three months until graduation

"State your name." A instructor says, pointing to the silver haired boy. " Toshiro Hitsugaya." He says, calmly. This is a so called 'special' class, but he knows that it's only becuse they don't want him around the other students. "How old are you?" The instructor says. "I'm ten or eleven, I never counted." This is the same thing he says to everyone he has to meet or talk to.

"Oh. A little young, aren't you?" He says. "No. I'm not. Now let's get on with this." Toshiro says. Every single damned teacher has called him young. He's about to loose his mind. He has Kusaka next block, so maybe he can vent a little. "Okay. Drill one." The teacher says, with a edge to his voice. The targets go up. Toshiro glides around the room, hitting each target directly in the chest, even though they're all moving.

Toshiro is back in the middle of the room, when the teacher calls out his time. "One point two seconds, for a hundred and fifty targets." Toshiro nods. This isn't his best time. If he'd been a little more relaxed, maybe he could've done better. He's finished a hour eariler than the bell.

"You're free to go." The instructor says. Toshiro just nods. He's sick of the instructors, and takes off before the instructor can say anything else. Toshiro and Kusaka have a meeting spot on the roof above the training center. Toshiro opens his bag, pulling out one of the heavy textbooks, scribbling notes down. He slams the book shut, shoving it back in his bag. "Kusaka's late." Toshiro mutters.

The bell rings, and Toshiro knows he has kido class next. Did Kusaka just go off without him? Toshiro is halfway to class when Kusaka Shunpos right in front of him. Toshiro doesn't even flinch. "What's up, Shiro?" Kusaka says. "You ditched me." Toshiro says. "Yeah, class ran late." Kusaka says. "Oh, how are those advanced classes they moved you into?" "Crappy. Don't remind me." Toshiro says.

"Same thing as last time?" Kusaka says. "Yeah. If I was too young, I wouldn't be here." Toshiro mutters. "Your just teacher impaired." Kusaka says, they're right outside the classroom now. "Oh shut up." Toshiro takes his seat. "Your just good with people in general." Kusaka pulls out his textbook, and Toshiro sees his empty notebook. "Here." Toshiro passes Kusaka his answers. "I did them on the roof before class." Kusaka smiles. "I owe you one." The teacher walks in. "Good afternoon, class!" His voice booms.

"We are going to the training field today! Come on!" Kusaka and Toshiro pack up again, with minimal complaints, and follow him out. "Crap. What do I do?" Toshiro whispers to Kusaka. "Just try to keep your temper in check. That'll help." Toshiro sighs. "I guess I have to trust you." Because Toshiro's last name started with a H, He was up first. "Good luck." Kusaka says, and Toshiro nods. There's a reason he was kicked out of his last Kido class.

"Bakudo 31, Shakkaho!" Toshiro says, and the fireball flies forward. But instead of hitting the target, and incinerating it, there's a huge explosion, which sends the first row of students, and Toshiro flying back. The teacher takes a minute to gather himself up, and put on the charred remains of his glasses. "Hitsugaya!" He yells. "Have some control! That was ridiculous! Unexceptable!" Kusaka speaks up. "Sir. Leave him alone. It's not his fault." "Shut up, Yurti!" The instructor yells. "Hey! Back off!" Toshiro says, his temper flaring up. "No, Hitsugaya, go back to the Rukongai if you have no control!" The instructor storms off. Toshiro feels the eyes of his classmates on him, but it doesn't bother him.

"Toshiro." Kusaka says, putting a hand on his shoulder. Toshiro whirls around on him. "If I could go back to the Rukongai, I would've a long time ago!" Toshiro is shaking with rage now. "I'm done!" Toshiro picks up his bag and leaves. Kusaka doesn't follow him. Toshiro's temper is something he can't help with. It'll be an hour or two before he can go talk to him. "Oh, Shiro." Kusaka says.

Toshiro shunpos over the gate, and is back in the Rukongai. He's back home, and drops his bag on the ground. "Toshiro! Aren't you supposed to be at school?" Grams says, walking in from the garden. "Yeah." Toshiro says. "I'll be back at school tommorow. I took a day off." Toshiro sits down hard on the wood floor. Grams sees the thick burn marks on Toshiro's hands. "Oh hon, what'd you do?" Grams grabs some herbs from the garden.

"I messed up a Kido spell." He says. Grams sits down in front of him with bandages and homemade burn medicine. She puts the burn medicine on it, and Toshiro has to bite his lip to keep from crying out. "Sorry. Hold on hon." The medicine stings really bad, but when Grams bandages it up, it tones down a little.

"Why does this always happen?" Toshiro mutters. "I always mess up the spells." Grams grabs a glass of water for Toshiro. "It's because your Reiatsu is really strong. Don't let it get you down, babe." Toshiro sighs, staring down at the water. "The advanced classes aren't helping." Toshiro says. "It's the same thing with each one. I'm different. My hair, my eyes, my age. I'm about to dye my hair black, and lie about my age."

Grams looks at Toshiro with concern. "Don't do that to yourself, hon. You're special. Not different." Toshiro looks at Grams. "Really? Name one other person with my hair color." Grams grins. "Me." "Oh shut up!" Toshiro laughs.

Okay, December 20th is going to be a challenge, but I've thought about this for a long time. I'm running three stories now, so please be patient.

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