Request

The door to the shop opened with the ringing of bells. "Welcome back, Rukia." Her friend and owner of the shop greeted. He was tall and had brown eyes and hair. He wore glasses even though he didn't need them.

"Hey, Aizen." She greeted.

"How was the job?" He asked her as he cleaned the counter.

"They both had low spiritual power so it was easy." Rukia sat down in a chair. She studied the man before her. He was one of the few humans with vast amounts of spiritual power, making his memories almost impossible to steal. Since he had so much spiritual power, or reiatsu, he could also see her do her "job" easily unlike normal humans.

Sousuke Aizen ran a small shop that sold antiques. He could have been a corporate man but instead chose a small shop. He also supplied beings like Rukia with other worldly items. Rukia ran her business here too. They would request to see her then go to a back room and talk to her.

Rukia opened her bag and took out two memories then handed them to Aizen. They were from her previous days job. The memories were a bit darker in color then the others. They were the memories of a woman's unrequited love and was filled with sadness. "Here." She said.

Aizen got a pouch and put the two in. He would sell them later. Memory Eaters had different taste when it came to memories. The two she gave away were bitter. Demons would probably buy one for 500 gill , the currency used by demons and gods.

"Where are you going to go now?" He asked her.

"Home. I really need some sleep." Rukia waved, " Bye." Rukia quickly left the shop and returned to her home. Her home was near the shop, only a 20 minute walk. Once she came to her house she quickly unlocked the door and got in. she locked it then shed her coats and took of her shoes. She almost ran to her bed.

In the past few days, she had over 20 jobs. It wasn't easy getting memories. It took a lot of concentration and power. She didn't have as much power as she use to, a consequence of choosing to live in the world of the living.

Rukia fell on to the bed. It felt so good. She looked at the clock next to her bed, 5:47. She was glad the room was dark. Her eyes slowly closed. She hummed herself a song, a lullaby. She yawned and then was asleep.


The alarm went off with a loud shriek. Rukia tried to cover her head with a pillow and ignore it. Still it rang loud and clear. Rukia fought her eyes open and struggled to sit up. She slammed her hand down on the clock, turning off the alarm. It was 7 am. She got up and looked back at her bed with longing. She changed into a school uniform and then went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and comb her hair.

She ran to the kitchen and grabbed an apple. She put on her shoes and picked up her school bag that was next to the door. She hurried off to school, she would hate to be late, especial since the teacher loved giving out detentions.

Rukia just barely made it on time. She walked through the class room door the moment the bell rang. Quickly she walked over to her seat and sat down.

Pretending to be a human teenager had it perks. Rukia found a few students who welcomed the idea of getting rid of a few memories and Rukia could always use a quick and easy memory to take. Once done, the students didn't remember a thing.

Rukia looked out the window. It was going to be another boring lesson. With a sigh, she began to take notes.


It was now lunch time. As usual someone would come over to her and ask her if she wanted to join them, and as usual Rukia would decline. Lunch time was a great time for her to find new memories or eat them.

Today she went to the roof top. She still felt a little drained from so much use of her powers. Rukia pulled out a memory. Cupping it in her hand, she drank the silver liquid with a tint of blue and watch the memory.

It was a young boy sitting with his mom. They were smiling and putting out cookies. A Christmas tree was in the background, full decorated. The boy tried to take a cookie but the mother stopped him.

"No, thats for Santa."

"But Mom..." He whined

"No buts." She told him sternly, "You have to be a good boy till Santa comes with a gift for you. Now go to bed." She gave him a hug and he left, heading to his room.

Rukia blinked and it was gone. That was the memory of a woman whose son died in a car crash.

Rukia looked up at the sky. Luckily she wasn't addicted to memories like so many others, but she often wondered, why were memories so addicting to beings like her? Was it because humans felt things so intensely? Such short lives are filled with so much emotion, She silently thought to herself.

She got her cell phone out and checked the time. It was about time to head back. She began to put the cell back into her pocket when it buzzed. She brought it back out and opened it. It was a request. A meeting was now scheduled between the client and her now. She would have to to go the shop at 4 to meet them. Rukia put her cell back into her pocket and went back to the class room.

The rest of the day quickly past. Rukia was glad the school day was over. It was rather boring learning things you already knew but Rukia tried not to complain. When the bell rang, Rukia got up and quickly left the class room.

She looked at her watch and began walking to the shop. When she arrived there Aizen gave her a nodded and continued to talk to a customer. Rukia glanced to see who it was. It was just a normal human.

We don't get many of them, She thought to herself and entered the her room. The room was decorated in a traditional Japanese style. She had a large purple seat pillow for her to sit, two screens on each side of it on a raised platform. Two red pillows for the clients were placed in front of hers on the ground. In the corners of the room were candles.

Rukia made sure everything was in place then left to get changed into to a kimono. She reentered and sat down. Aizen told her to dress in such clothes and to make the room like this, would make the humans believe her better. Rukia only rolled her eyes.

Someone knocked the door. "Come in." Rukia said. A young girl in a high school uniform came in. She nervously came in and sat down. She looked around in awe. Humans...She thought to herself. "What can I do for you?" She asked the girl.

"My name is Mari. I have a two friends who I spent much time with over the years. Their names is Kei and Yaya. I have developed feelings for Kei..." Her face became a little red," Yaya also likes Kei and confessed to him yesterday. I want you to take that memory away from him."

Rukia closed her eyes. "For such services..there is a price. Are you willing to endure it?" She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on the girl. Slowly, she nodded. "Then we must form a contract."

A piece a paper floated down and a pen appeared next to it. The girl, Mari, looked around to see where it came from. Mari took the pen into her hand and began to sign in red ink at the bottom line. "You cannot break this contract. You will have to live with the consequence."

The girl could not speak but only nodded. she looked down at the contract and one thought she didn't like appeared in her head, It look like it was written in blood.

"When do you wish for me to erase his memory?" Rukia asked.

"I asked him to meet me at the park." Mari said.

Rukia stood up, "Shall we go?"


Mari walked towards a high school boy who was standing next to the pond. He waved when he saw her and Mari ran over to him. Rukia stood back and watched the two. Mari greeted him.

"Hey."

"Hey." He replied.

"I heard Yaya confessed to you yesterday.."

"What?" His face was slightly red, "How'd you find out?"

"Yaya, of course." Mari looked at the ground. "So did you give her a reply?"

"Not yet.." He looked at Mari, "But..I'm going to say yes."

"Really?" A tear dropped from her eye.

Rukia came over to the two. She looked at Mari then at the boy. "Mari, a friend of yours?" He asked, looking at Rukia.

"Now?" Rukia asked. Mari nodded her head. Kei gave a confused look. Rukia touched his for head with her index and middle finger and withdrew the memory. Rukia gently put him down then put the now sliver marble into a pouch.

"What will it cost me?" Mari asked, wiping a tear.

"I already took it. All of his memories of you." Rukia told her.

"But I thought I had to pay for it. I requested the job!" Mari yelled.

"Not once did I say I wanted anything from you. I have told you the price and we have made a contract. The price must be paid regardless of what you feel."

Mari felt a tear leak from her eyes. "I made a deal with a devil.." She said softly and began to sob.

The boy began to wake and looked around confused. "Whats going on?"

"Kei, are you alright?" Mari asked.

"How did you know my name?" He asked her.

"Its me, Mari! Don't you remember?"

"I'm sorry but I don't know you..." He got up and looked at his watch. He began to walk off, leaving the sobbing Mari.

Rukia looked down at the girl. Her job was finished so she had no reason to stick around any longer. Rukia began to walk away. The crying was now a distant sound. Rukia sighed and decided it was time to go home.

A hand gripped her shoulder. Rukia turned to see who it was. A boy with orange hair looked at her. "What the hell did you do and what are you?"


I'm sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes. I hope you will enjoy this story.