Chapter 1: Urge or Desire?

Did you ever believe if you have a past life?

Did you wonder you are from before then now?

Did you ever feel like something is familiar to you?

Why am I asking these question?

I guess you can say I'm curious. It's not everyday someone believes in this sort of thing, right? Lets just say I asked myself these questions a long time ago. I have a habit of staring at swords. Well, not just staring at them. More like wielding them. I don't know why they attract me. Is the way were displayed? Or is it how amazing they look when sunlight reflects from the blade? Whatever the reason I simply felt drawn to them.

I guess it all happen after I met Creed for the first time. The way he use his Kotetsu made me want to snatch it from his hands and use it as my own. The good news, that urge doesn't appear very often. The only solution is to not look at swords.

...Yeah... Easier said than done. It's like no matter where I go there's a window display of various kinds of swords. Heck, even my urge goes off for fake swords. FAKE! You know, the kind you see when cosplayers use for conventions or a Halloween costume. Pathetic, isn't it?

It's not so bad now since I became a Sweeper. Not many criminals use swords as a main weapon. So I'm relieved, for now. As relaxed as I mainly appear, I was tensed on the inside for every road trip I go with Sven and Eve. I don't want the urge to come out again like before.

It's not like I hate it or anything. It's just... not me. I'm a gun-user king of guy. I use my pistol more than ever. I admit that swords aren't as bad as they look. I only prefer guns over them any day.

I was relieved when we reached our destination: Karakura Town. Rumor has it, our bounty is hiding somewhere around the area. If we catch him, then we can finally get something decent to eat. At least I hope we can get better food this time.

I got out of Sven's car along with Sven and Eve. We parked in front of a rundown apartment. It's doesn't look too bad, yet it doesn't look good either. I guess you can say it's in the middle. As Eve continue to read her book and Sven renting out a room, I stood by the car enjoying the summer air passing by my face.

It's such a nice day. Why not use the opportunity to explore the little town? I told myself. I told Eve I was going for a walk and if Sven ask to relay the message.

~BC-Angel~

So, here I am, walking around minding my own business. People were hustling and bustling to get to places. I kept walking. That's it. Only walk. I walked without thinking about anything. That is until my urge came back.

I paused and looked around my surroundings. There's not a display of swords anywhere. Why is it acting up now? Was I wrong all this time? It's strong. Faint, but strong. IT wasn't like this before. Why now? Why here of all places?

I might as well get it over with. The sooner I 'play' with whatever sword it is, the sooner I can go back to being myself again.

I took a deep breath and concentrate. My urge is pulling me on its destination. By instinct, I followed it. It led me deep into the park. The farther I go, the stronger the pull become. I'm so close I can practically touch it. I stopped by a small clearing where I saw something a tad strange.

I saw a kid practicing with his sword. You think that's not strange? How about if I rephrase what I said. He is practicing swordplay with a REAL sword! The kid looks like he's eleven, maybe twelve years old. He has the most whitest hair I've ever seen. It seem to glisten a silvery color in the sunlight. His eyes are like turquoise jewels. His skin is like balance between pale and tan. And he wears some kind of traditional kimono outfit. I noticed a number in kanji on the back of his white coat. If I remember right, I would say it's ten since ten looks like a plus sign.

I stood and watched silent as he continue his sword dance. I'm amazed. He has such talent for a young age. I can't just walk up to him and say 'Hey, can I burrow your sword so I can get rid of my sword-taking habit?' I'd rather deal with finding the bounty than listen to my urge's desire. I slowly took a step back. Then, I took another. And another...

Snap!

My eyes widened. I stepped on a twig. For a moment, nothing happen. I was hoping the kid didn't hear anything and minded his business thinking it was a squirrel or a bird. Boy I was wrong. The next thing I know, I felt a tip of the sword in the back of my neck. I slowly turned around and was met with a cold glare.