Title: Vizard

Author: AppleL0V3R

Beta-reader: Terror-Of-The-Crimson-Night

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Hitsugaya, Toushiro and Kurosaki, Karin

Chapter: One – Anymore

Rating: T

Type: Story – Incomplete

Summary: Since Ichigo did so well, Soul Society decided that Hitsugaya, Toushiro should teach Karin to be a successful shinigami as well.

Word Count: 637

Disclaimer: If you've heard of it before, then it's obviously not mine.

Note: Karin's POV

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How many years has it been? I couldn't keep track of them anymore. Ichinii has been gone for so long that I'm already a junior in high school. Where is he? I can't help but wonder, even though I know there won't ever be an answer. Yuzu and Dad are the same. Still so full of life and optimistic. Me though, I think I've changed. I've been told so. I think I caved further into myself.

Ichinii.

"Karin" I heard my twin shout. I'd been staring out Ichinii's old window again, his room is now mine. Yuzu has the one we shared to herself. "We're going to be late." She finishes with the door slamming behind her.

Ichinii.

I sigh, standing to my full height of 5'7''. "Coming" I say quietly and even though it's supposed to be shouted loud enough for Yuzu to hear, I can't seem to manage to achieve the volume. I never do. knowing that I'm not going to the place I want to be, why should I keep trying?

Ichinii.

Turning on my heel, I exit the room, just because it's supposed to be mine, I don't consider it that way. I haven't changed it since Ichinii left. Within seconds, I'm out the door and in step with Yuzu. And all she does is smile and nod in acknowledgement. It's been long enough for her to give up on trying to right me. To coax me out of my shell. So she doesn't even try anymore, which is just fine by me.

Ichinii.

I feel hollow, in a sense. Ichinii was so close to me. And when he left, it tore a hole in me. Yuzu was never as close to him, so she doesn't know how it feels and she doesn't pretend to either. Dad, he acts as though Ichinii just moved away, that he's not…gone. And perhaps to him, he's not. I don't know, because he won't tell me and I don't care to ask anymore.

Ichinii.

I can't say I feel dead because dead only means to be without body, not without soul. So then, perhaps I'm a zombie. I have a body, just not a spirit. Only alive because of the heart beating in my chest and the blood pumping through my veins, no matter how ice-like they have become.

Ichinii.

I can't puzzle together just why I can't let go. Why does this hurt so much? For so long? Even Tatsuki's livelier than me right now. She still has her will, she can still smile genuinely. That's more than I can hope to do. Does feeling this way for so long make me pathetic? I can't answer that either, I think it does but I'm not entirely sure. Does it mean I'm human? For mourning for a person who isn't dead, but merely gone, for so long?

Ichinii.

I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. Where are the fine lines at, they seem so blurred together. Making my way to my seat, I set down in the back row, by the window and gaze out of it. My friends tell me it's a creepy, lifeless gaze and for all I know it probably is..

Ichinii.

I still play soccer; I'm still talented at it. My eyes are still nearly black, my hair is still black as well though it reaches my waist now. Only one thing has changed: Ichinii is gone.

Ichinii…HELP ME!


I wanted to do a HitsuKari, but I wasn't sure what to do so I just started writing and this happened. I hope you like it. The angst dies out I promise. Sorry for the shortness. Thanks for reading, review please, criticism is forever welcome.