Things did not go well. When I first made my appearance in this district, I was looking around for a mother, or just a parental figure, of which I knew at least one had to exist, or else the term/s would not have existed. I was not able to find such a creature. Yes, I call parents creatures for though I know them to exist - I have no reason to think my knowledge is flawed - I have not yet met any such exotic adult that actually cares for children. Care. That is another word which I know the meaning of, yet have not associated with my life in any way.
I have been here, in a district below #78, in Rukongai for two months. I feel more seasoned in the way of battle than any veteran in any army. I have to be. When you are a child in a district as rough as this, you die within the first week. No exception. I was told this by an angry salesman as he chased me away from his wares. I have no reason to doubt this information, due to the fact that I am half-dead myself. I know, also, that starvation is not helping me, either.
The fact is, in this district, there is no food. No one here needs to eat, except the shinigami. And me. I need to eat. I have started to take desperate measures to avoid complete starvation. For instance, just yesterday, I re-entered the forest I had left two months before, and ate leaves off a tree. However, I think that was the wrong choice to make, due to the fact that I now have a slight stomachache, and I cannot afford to get sick. On the bright side, that slight mishap with the world of nature does mean that my hunger is a tad less furious then before I ate the leaves. Only a small amount, though. I am still ravenous enough to eat the entire population of this district. I have found the gate to this district, and have tried to pass through, but was blocked. This venture had taken precious time off trying to sustain my growing hunger, though it did provide me with information. Useless information, as it has nothing to do with food and survival, but information nonetheless. On a rotten wood log embedded in front of the gate, there were the words "93rd District of Rukongai, District of Pain". Truly morbid. I hit a true strike of luck, however, when I was returning to the market, which was my usual, erm, hangout.
So, I was scuttling along in the shadows, trying not to look like an animal nor a child, since both would receive serious torture, when I passed a drinking den. Outside were a group of drunk shinigami. Most surprisingly, they had not yet passed out from alcohol consumption! This is the lucky part. One of the shinigami noticed me, and threw an old, squishy rotten tomato. Obviously, the shinigami were expecting it to splatter all over me. So did I, in fact. I stayed still, because I could always lick off the juice. I simply closed my eyes and waited for the impact. I never came, and I felt a cold, smooth, squishy sphere in my hand. I opened my eyes cautiously, quickly checking for danger, before I drew my gaze to the red fruit in my hands. It was the tomato. Completely and totally unharmed. Before the shinigami could take it away, I was already long gone.
I had an entire tomato. I knew that this could mean the difference between life and death. I'd only been here for three weeks then, but I didn't know anything else. That tomato has been what's kept me alive until now. And last night, I ate the rest of it.
So here I am, heading to the market, hoping to find some scraps to filch. A shrieking sound trembles through the air around me, and I turn to see a massive, black cloaked, and white masked monster staring down at me.
This one's just to set the stage for the next chapter. And yes, my OC is a child in the 93rd district. I do realize that she might be just a bit OP, but still. Making characters be awesome is what I like to do. In the next chapter, the rating will probably go up to M due to violence.
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