A brief sight of the beginning.
That day started just like all the other days.
He woke up to the smell of fresh coffee, got dressed, took a bath, brushed his teeth and went to the kitchen. His sister, as always, had already made breakfast and was waiting for him with a smile on her face.
Just like everyday, he went out to school in a hurry while grumbling about how the subway would be packed this late and he would not be able to arrive in time for his first class. Of course, all his grumbling was futile. The subway had not got packed yet and he got to school too early.
I could just continue describing his day, so the reader would reach the conclusion it was painfully normal, like ever. But I will do otherwise and spare you from utter boredom. Instead, let me introduce the main character.
At first, Kurosaki Ichigo was neither a nerd nor a freak. Well, at least not your regular kind of nerd or freak. He had always had this feeling that that he was not like the other people. He could never pinpoint what exactly was different about him; he just could not mix with the other kids.
He also had this communication problem. Even when he had a lot to say or when he really needed express something, anything, he would bottle all up and remain with his usual scowl. He always scowled, with or without reason. Kurosaki could not explain that either. It seemed there was a thin wall of glass separating him from the world.
And the world, somehow, sensed there was something amiss with him. Although you could not find anything uncommon about him, there was this eerie atmosphere surrounding Kurosaki. Therefore, it is no surprise people did not want to approach him or simply ignored him most of the time.
However, whichever entity that rules our destinies had plans for him that did not include let our hero remain in his comfortable shell.
On the next morning, Kurosaki Ichigo shocked his town: He died.
Not just an ordinary death, mind you, but a mysterious one. It was impossible to tell when or why he died. As a matter of fact, nobody knew how to explain why his body stopped working in the first place. The whole thing was puzzling. Truly puzzling.
And to everyone's astonishment, his body would not decompose. It even seemed that death had tinted his lips and cheeks with this pink, healthy color they had not when he was alive. As if mocking men and their proud Science, death gave his body the static perfection of a wax dummy.
Well, my dear reader, I have an explanation for this picturesque phenomena. Just a warning before you continue: There is more between Heaven and Earth than our vain philosophy dreams.