The Moon That Embraces the Sun

Chapter II:

Overshadowed by the Sun


Title: The Moon That Embraces the Sun

Rated: M

Summary: Hayashi Yuzuki is a psychiatrist. Despite her chic and competent exterior, she is compassionate towards her patients but dismissive regarding her personal life. While she specialise in fixing the lives of other people, have trouble fixing those closest at hand, her own. She soon finds herself transferred into the universe of Bleach, 110 years before the start of the series.

Pairing: Aizen x OC x Ichigo, Jushiro x OC x Grimmjow


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"Taichou!"

Jushiro glanced toward his subordinate curiously, noting the astounded tone in his voice as he pointed toward the pond with flabbergasted expression. Almost immediately he realised the source of his subordinate shock as Jushiro stared at the full moon mirrored on the water in contrast to the sun burning brightly above it with the same countenance.

The sun seems to gravitate toward the moon, dangerously looming close to the soul society with its fiery fire, as if reaching for its lover that was so close yet far and untouchable. Suddenly a strange energy stirs in the air, and an eclipse darkens the sky. The sun has been overshadowed by the moon and it devours the sun slowly.

He could sense trepidations and panic spreading amongst the inhabitants by the sudden spike in their reiatsus'. The moon in the water glows strongly with its luminous light, defeating the small darkness surrounding his barracks area before it is faded away with small ripples in the pond and the abyss of the world vanished, returning the control and light to the sun in its wake. Soon in its place were blurry light brown blotch becoming bigger and clearer as it reached toward the surface. The coloured fibres lightly floated on the water and it soon dawned on him that it was strands of hair and that there was someone in the pond.

"Kaien, quick! Pull her out!" He immediately commanded, fearful for the person's current state.

Kaien jumped into the water as soon as the order left his captain's lip, swimming toward the unconscious woman. The shinigami put his arm under her chin, keeping her head above and the body afloat but suddenly a hand shot out to grab Kaien 's hair and yanked them; an instinct stemming from will to live perhaps even when unconscious.

"AGHH!" The whole moment would have been comedic if it weren't for the ominous omen he had just witnessed few seconds earlier and the mysterious woman's appearance with it.

Kaien grunted in pain as her clutch tighten but did not let it distract him from rescuing her. He soon reached to the shore, pulling her onto the dry land and as if her body sensing she was out of danger, her hand let goes of his hair.

Jushiro approached the unconscious woman, scanning her for any potential injuries but found none. What surprised him most was the level of reiatsu she had, just barely hovering above non-existent and so subtle that he could barely tell it was reiatsu. It would have been impossible to infiltrate the Seireitei nevertheless the gate and the wall surrounding it.

He also noted the white lab coat that identified her as a practitioner in medical or laboratory work but he was very much sure she belonged to neither fourth nor twelfth division.

"Taichou, should I report to the higher-ups?"

"Please do, Kaien. Thank you." Jushiro picked her up and carried her into the room, ordering the servants to clean and dress her up into dry clothes.

"I'm done, Jushiro-sama." The maid informed, blushing slightly as he thanked her warmly with a smile.

All he needs to do was to wait.

He sat beside the bed, perusing her more carefully. He could feel she was harmless and seem to have no envisage to harm from his infer of her. Jushiro kept his eyes on the unconscious woman, afraid she may disappear as sudden as she appeared or any reckless behaviour she may act out once conscious from the shocking change of environment.

Her eyes moved under her closed lid in REM sleep, as if navigating her senses in the world of her dreams. He notices a tear slips out of her closed eyes and trails down her cheek then his green eyes meet her dark brown ones that seem black under the dimmed light as her eyes slowly open.

"Where am I?" She asked calmly then looked straight toward him, "Did you rescue me? Are you a doctor?"

She seemed oblivious to the fact she appeared in the place that would have been almost impossible to do so and Jushiro concluded her surprising appearance here was not done by will.

"Ah, no, I'm not a doctor." He answered gently then sombrely added, "You're in the soul society. May I have your name?"

She frowned at the mention of 'Soul society', "What do you mean? What is soul society?"

"Hasn't your shinigami explained it to you?" It was his turn to frown in confusion, mirroring her look.

"Shinigami?" She gave him an incredulous look, "I'm not dead. I just fell in the water and you rescued me, isn't it?"

"H-"

"Taichou!" Kaien called, bowing before reporting, "Yamamoto-Taichou wishes to see the infiltrator as soon as she is awaken!"

Now Yuzuki was dead confused as she took in the guy's clothes then the guy with white hair. The white robe she mistook as a doctor's garb resembled something you would see in an era that was long past then as if someone switched the light bulb, she matched the black robe to the one she saw in Ryo's manga.

"Wait…" She gasped, "I-I…"

Before she could finish the sentence, several men dressed in same black garb appeared behind the man who just appeared now and who she assumes to be the white haired guy's subordinate from the prior addressing title.

One stepped forward, eyeing her with those hard stares, "You are to be summoned to assembly hall by the order of the Commander-captain. If you refuse or defy this order, we will use force and detain you if necessary."

Yuzuki was by no means stupid or idiot so she stood up and obediently offered her hands, "I won't refuse or defy the order. I'll come willingly but if you feel it is safer to detain me, bind my hands."

Jushiro followed her action and stood up from the floor, "She means no harm nor does she have any strength to do so." He defended her, "I'll guard her."

The shinigami looked at the white man in respectful eyes, "If you say so then I shall follow your order, Taichou."

Yuzuki looked around for her shoes and found it next to her damp clothing. Then she examined her current wear which was similar black robe to theirs and high heels and Edo era just don't go together.

She followed the men in black (pun intended) out, admiring the peaceful sceneries and the traditional Japanese compounds that seems to populate the area. Not one modern type of buildings or objects was found.

Yuzuki could feel the stares she was receiving from other shinigamis, stopping in their usual duty to eye her with suspicion and surprise. It was a distance to walk in barefoot but she knew she was nearly there when she entered the barracks with large number 'one' written on the top of its entrance. And number one always signals of importance.

She was led down the long corridor where two large gate-like doors creaked open like scenes you see in drama where the protagonist is dragged into some court room where the room behind the doors can make or break their future.

Her heart frantically bumped under the rib painfully as it revealed large room and before she even walked in, she saw all eyes were on her. Some looked at her with hostility, some with curiosity, and some with wariness at her presence. And they were all dressed in same black robes while some wore white garb above it.

It would have been nice if people weren't standing on each side and giving her looks like she was some threat about to pounce or something. They all had katana by their side too, ready to shed when necessary. She could see, without a doubt, that all these people were some sort military trained.

Yuzuki walked until she was in reasonable distance from an old man in the centre, the fact he stood above the rest highlight his superiority without saying so. She could practically feel the authority reeking out of him. His whole body screamed that law is the law and the command. He hates deviance and divergent.

Even if he seemed like centuries old and deceivably fragile, something in her mind told her she shouldn't underestimate this man based on mere appearance. She also felt a little fearful too, she guessed.

She was so anxious that she didn't see the white haired guy taking his place in the side-line along with others or anything for that matter. Her eyes were on him.

"State your name." He ordered.

"Hayashi Yuzuki." She answered clearly, her tone neutral to convey she is not of harm.

"How did you manage to infiltrate Seireitei?"

"I didn't." She says, "I fell into a pond and when I opened my eyes, I found myself here."

At that moment, the old man's eyes narrowed sharply, he was perceptive enough to see no deception in her eyes and her barely-there reiatsu would have made it impossible for her to sneak in.

"It is true." Jushiro interceded, "I believe she was the cause of the eclipse. I have witnessed it with Kaien."

Murmurs broke out amongst the shinigamis.

"Ukitake," He called, "Explain what had happened."

"I saw moon reflected on the water and solar eclipse occurred. When the moon disappeared so did the darkness. In its place was her."

Yuzuki hated being the centre of the attraction and now she was receiving in full leash.

"But there was no moon in the sky, Jushiro." Said Shunsui.

Jushiro looked at his dear friend with unfathomable stare, "My words exactly."

Yamamoto studied Yuzuki, "Explain yourself."

"I'm a psychiatrist in Tokyo Medical University Hospital." Yuzuki told, "Like he said, I saw a moon on the pond and fell in. When I opened my eyes, I was here."

"Impossible." Yamamoto dismissed, "A human cannot enter the soul society without the aid of a shinigami."

"A psychiatrist?" The one who spoke this time was a slender and very youthful woman with blue eyes and black hair styled in front of her as a loose ponytail, "I have read about them, that in human world there are doctors who specialise in mental illness."

She smiled to the woman, who seems to be involved in medical field from the respectful curiosity she emitted (people with similar jobs seems to recognise their own 'kind' when they see one), "I don't only heal minds. I heal their heart, too."

Then Yuzuki looked at Yamamoto, "The place I'm from is a different dimension from this place so if possible, please take me under your care. Just till I can find a way."

Yamamoto raised his brow at her dare, "Why?"

"I'm not an enemy. But you don't have to look far." Yuzuki confidently said, then looked around the room. "Who goes by the name Sosuke Aizen?"

The whole room became silent but their direction of stares gave her the answer, gazing into Sosuke Aizen's eyes (no wonder people were deceived by this man for ages, he practically looks harmless with those glasses on) and pointed her finger to him accusingly to the collective gasps of the spectators around them. "He's your enemy."

All hell broke loose and louder murmurs broke out amongst them at Yuzuki's accusation.

"SILENCE!"


The whole room was emptied and the third parties were shooed away except for a man with long blond hair with seemingly bored expression.

The atmosphere was unnerving before Yuzuki broke the silent.

"You don't believe me." She said, "But that's the truth."

"Do you have any evidence for the accusation?"

"If it were you, would you leave any evidence?" She asked rhetorically.

"Don't act so insolent, little girl." He retorted just as sharply.

I'm 26. She inwardly rolled her eyes.

"Hirako, do you know anything regarding this?!"

The blond man regarded Yuzuki for a moment before giving him a flippant smile and a shrug, "I have no idea what she's sayin'."

Yuzuki crossed her arm defensively, little bit irritated that he was hiding the fact he knew (although she hasn't seen what he looked like, the name rang a bell), "How long would you have waited until you decide to stop him? How many lies have had to be sanctified? How many consciences devastated? If you think you're about to catch Aizen, that's because he wants you to think that."

His expression was now void of any playfulness now, "Like I said, I know nothin'."

Yuzuki glared at him, "You've made your first crucial mistake the moment you promoted him."

The saying 'keep your friends close but your enemies closer' had its use but also had its disadvantage: you may see your enemy but your enemy also see you.

His eyes narrowed as Yuzuki revealed, "I know everything." Then her expression saddened, "Your next."

"What do you mean you know everything?!" Yamamoto interrupted, his body posed in defensively like an animal being threatened.

"Like I said," Yuzuki repeated, "I come from a different dimension," Where you guys are just some characters in manga people read when they're bored, "And I know what will happen."

Then she asked a thoughtful question to Hirako, "Do you know what the shortcut to success is? Sticking real close to someone who has made it."


"I'm Hayashi Yuzuki, it's nice to meet you. I'll be under your care for a time. Please take care of me." Yuzuki bowed to the stunned shinigamis, the rumours of her accusing Aizen of treason in the act of sedition has wide spread already.

The usually cool psychiatrist wasn't bothered by the uneasiness the shinigamis regarded her with but instead looked at Shinji for guidance, "Please show me my room."

Shinji gave her a funny look, probably amused at her blandness but nonetheless kindly lead her to her room personally.

He closed the door behind them, his back still facing her that she wasn't able to see his face, "How much do you know?"

She sat on a wooden chair near the bed, "Probably everything, I guess."

"Publically implicating him was a risky move, ya know." Shinji said, "He will be more careful than ever."

"As if he wasn't before." She replied, "Either he'll be very discreet or he will halt his activity for a moment, at least it'll save few more lives for a time. Or he'll kill me but I'm sure if I turn up dead after I accuse him, it won't work well for him, would it?"

"You're bold, I like that." Shinji smirked.

"In life, you have to be bold." Then Yuzuki asked him, "Why did you not tell him?"

"Let's say our commander-captain; while he is a man of evidence, he is also a man of impulse." Shinji said, "And any recklessness made in this world can have unpleasant effect but I guess you have your reasons. It was clever using him as a scapegoat."

Shinji plopped on the chair opposite of hers', "Well since ya gonna be spending time with my squad for a long time, why don't you introduce yourself more?"

Yuzuki shrugged, "I'm a mere psychiatrist and I don't really have anything noteworthy to mention."

"I read about 'psychiatrist' but what do you guys really do?"

"They talk to me." She said, smiling as he raised his brow ludicrously.

"Just talking?"

"They come to me for all sort of problems," Yuzuki explained, "Things they can't tell others or themselves, all the ugly and dirty secrets they have buried. They could confess to a murder. I can't say a word. They could've murdered someone this morning and I can't say a word."

"That's a bit ironic."

Yuzuki smiled sadly, "But if they're planning to commit a murder I am ethically obliged to take action to prevent that murder."

Then her countenance became disconcerted; the subject in question having brought her own situation in light. She frowned as if she herself was confused with what she was thinking, "Wait." She approached wearily, "Does that mean…I'm dead?"

Shinji tilted his head, "Whad'ya think? It's impossible to enter Soul society without dead. You're body's probably rotting under water in wherever you're from, making it a nice feast day for fishes."

Yuzuki sat in the chair, frozen as she soaked the news in.

I'm….dead….I'll never be able to go back to the real world as human…

"D-Does that mean I can't become human again?" Yuzuki hopelessly said, "I mean I've seen films where you can give human one more chance, right?"

"Well….you can. But you can't unless you become shinigami or you die as a soul. You only get one chance at life." He joked.

"A person's death is not funny!" She admonished, offended by his obvious lack of sanctity of life then her voice trembled with desperation, "I-I have a life there!" Who dies right after breaking off with their cheating, bigoted idiot of a boyfriend?!

He studied her with cold look, standing up, "Don't everyone?"

Her jaw dropped at his careless answer and the room became silent after a small 'clack' of closing door.


After being left alone to collect her emotions, coming to terms with her 'death' was something she was used to. Only that the one who experienced them was her patient and she was the listening ears and supporting voice. Now she was playing the role of both. The five stages of grief was expected and she was good at compartmentalising so the quick process wasn't surprising but it left some numbness inside her that made her uncomfortable.

She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, hoping once she open them, she would be back at her bed where she would hear the bickering of her roommates over ramen or the next role as a cleaner. Yuzuki sighed, standing up from the chair and sliding the door open.

Since she was basically couch-surfing, she figured she could at least help even if it was minor things like laundry or making food for the squad. And no, she still hasn't seen that Aizen guy who seems to be avoiding her or something but then again it's only been two hours.

Yuzuki decided to visit thirteenth barrack (she was quick to note the number when she was coming out), realising she hasn't thanked the guy for rescuing her from drowning as ironic as it sounds. It would be a little rude to come with empty hands but she didn't have any money or stuff.

As Yuzuki stepped inside the barrack, she saw amongst black cladded shinigamis, a familiar face amongst others and tapped him on his shoulder. He was the same person who was with the other guards.

"Um…" She started, "Can I see your captain?"

"Oh…sure." He said, surprised at her visit.

Yuzuki tilted her head, now that she was close enough to study his face, a feeling of familiarity stirred in her heart, not because she saw him that day but as if as if she seen him way before, "Y-"

Before Yuzuki could even scream, the man went flying to the wall and created huge dent in the cement where his skull had collided.

"So you're that mystery girl?!" The woman with dark blonde hair and grey eyes, "Come, come I'll guide you to captain!"

She took hold of Yuzuki's wrist, dragging her along as she stuttered in shock, "B-but…he…brain damage…w-h-ow?!"

"I'm Kiyone, co-3rd Seat officer of the Thirteenth Division by the way." She grinned.

"I-I'm Yuzuki…" Yuzuki stammered, still in shock at the display of her monstrous strength, nearly tripping at the speed she was being pulled along.

"Captain~!" She called, catching the said person's attention, "You have a guest!"

Jushiro stared at Yuzuki in surprise before giving her a warm smile, "Ah, Yuzuki-san, what can I do for you?"

"I forgot to thank you for saving me."

He smiled humbly, "I only did what anyone would have done. It was Kaien who had saw and rescued you."

"Still thank you. Tell him I said thanks as well." Yuzuki said, blissfully oblivious that the man who had rescued her was in a comatose state from Kiyone's light 'shove'.

"Kiyone, please bring us some tea." He said and Yuzuki felt shouldn't refuse his hospitality.

"Yes, captain~" With that, she disappeared in a flicker of light. Yuzuki thought the speed was inhuman.

"It's called 'Shunpo'." Jushiro explained as if he read her mind, "It allows one to move from one place to another quickly."

Yuzuki nodded in understanding.

"The garden is beautiful by the way." She mentioned.

He smiled at her compliment, "It is a place I greatly favour out of all the places in Seireitei. It's a great place for me to recover."

"I brought tea!" Kiyone announced, setting the tray on the floor before flashing away once more.

Yuzuki jumped a little, startled by her sudden re-appearance and disappearance once again. He handed her the tea which she gratefully took and resumed to the question she was about to ask before the little interruption.

"You're ill."

"I am." He admitted, melancholy look gracing his features.

"Is it fatal?"

"As long as I don't push my body to the limit, I am fine."

"I'm sorry."

Jushiro seemed a little surprised at her apology, "There's nothing to be sorry about. It is not your fault."

"You don't have to pretend to be fine in front of me." Yuzuki said, sipping the tea nonchalantly, "I'm a psychiatrist. I'm used to sharing a person's burden. In this world, there are words that are harder to say than dying."

He stared at her, stunned, before another smile spread across his lip, "You are very kind."

"You must like bonsai pruning." Yuzuki noted, noticing the obvious trimming and layering although it lacked the artistic pleasure for the onlookers.

His face brightened up at her mention, "Yes! It is one of my favourite activities during my free times. A habit I'm fond of actually."

"I always wanted to try them to see what all the hype was about." She voiced casually, having always wondered its appeal after seeing Yuko-senpai's (worrying) dedication to it.

"Then come visit me so we can try together." Jushiro suggested kindly as Yuzuki stared at him in delight surprise, "I think it will be more fun than doing alone."

"Really?" He nodded and she smiled, "Thank you, when can I come?"

"You can come and visit my squad any time." He replied then, "Ah, may I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why did you accuse Aizen of treason?"

Yuzuki wondered if she should tell when he seemed unconvinced from the beginning, "I don't trust him. Because I see him for what he is."

Jushiro raised a brow, "How?"

She shrugged; she wasn't going to tell she heard spoilers of the manga, "It's always the quiet ones."

He blinked, failing to see the sarcasm in her tone.

Yuzuki had a feeling he wasn't used to hearing jokes, "Who do you trust?" She rhetorically asked, "How do you know? By how they appear or what they say? What they do? How? We all have secrets. We all tell lies, just to keep them...from each other...and from ourselves. But sometimes…rarely…something can happen that leaves you no choice but to reveal it." For a moment, her eyes stared into the distance, "To let the world see who you really are. Your secret self." She quickly recovered with a blink, "But mostly, we tell lies. We hide our secrets, from each other, from ourselves. And the easiest way to do this is not to even know you are. So, when you think about it like that, it's a wonder we trust anyone at all. Your faces when alone and the faces you show to others are different." Then with dramatic pause after sipping her tea, "And I know from experiences, he has many faces."

He let her words soak in before, "Then what do you see in me?" Jushiro asked, bordering between contemplative and light-hearted.

She stared at him, tilting her head before answering his answer truthfully, "I see nothing."

"Nothing?" He said, almost disappointed.

Yuzuki smiled, "I see nothing because what I see is what you are. Sincere and honest, that's the type of person you are." Then she crooked her head, "With occasional white lies I'm sure."

He only smiled.


"I thought you were dead ya know." Shinji said as soon as she came back to the barrack although the teasing tone in his voice said otherwise.

She frowned, "Why?"

"Your reiatsu is so low that it becomes overwhelmed by others'." He explained.

She sometimes had hard time distinguishing from his joke from serious because of the monotone in his voice and fixed expression.

"What is this reiatsu?" She asked.

"There's a library near the training ground." He replied lazily then he leaned in her ear, dangerously close that his hair tickled her nose, "By the way, the commander is keeping your existence a secret from the Central 46 so don't draw too much attention than necessary."

Yuzuki was taken back, opening her mouth with puzzled expression, "What is Ce-"

Then he spotted someone over her shoulder, "Yo!"

Yuzuki thought nothing of it, her eyes staring at the garden gathering her question again until, "Aizen, meet ya accuser, Yuzuki."

She looked up to see the familiar (evil) face, looking innocent and kind - everyone's favourite goody-two-shoes, the beloved golden poster boy for every shinigami inspired.

"Nice to meet you, Yuzuki-san." He kindly greeted as if she hadn't just accused him of treason hours ago before turning to his captain, "I came to report that all the official documents were done."

"Ah, right…paper work…I forgot about that." He deadpanned, "Well done, ya can go and play."

Aizen nodded, bowing slightly to Shinji and Yuzuki and headed his way.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Yuzuki voiced, "It's obvious that's a façade."

Shinji shrugged, deciding to not get involved, "He's just an ordinary guy."

Yuzuki stared at the direction where Aizen disappeared, "Too ordinary. Don't you think?"


She found unless she approached them first and made herself known not as unapproachable or cold as others thought since none of the shinigamis would do it first, she was destined to be friendless. They were all angered by the fact she accused Aizen in front of captain-commander of sin worst of all: treason.

They all spoke (freakishly) similar as if what to say was scripted and rehearsed; of his down to earth personality, his humbleness, his humility, his genius level intelligence and power to convince her he was far from being a traitor. But all that just showed how much traitorous web he weaved around others.

The saying goes 'Every man has three faces. The first is the formal face he shows his betters and those he works with. The second, the intimate face he shares with only his family and closest friends. The third is the personal face known only to himself.'

If your typical man has three faces, then Aizen has only one-and-a-half, at best. Unlike most of the shinigamis, he has no one with whom he can reveal a different facet of his personality. He has no friends and no family to share his intimate face, and as a result they only ever see one sides of him: the persona he holds as Shinji's loyal and diligent lieutenant. Naturally, nobody's at their most interesting when they're on the job, but Yuzuki think otherwise for Aizen. He's at his most interesting during his job. Oh, the irony.

And so began her observation – of course it was from a purely professional curiosity as a psychiatrist wishes to peruse deeper into the psych of a bizarre and complex being coupled with Ryo's mentions of this man's personality.

It was just on the qui vive of his daily interactions with others and his sociability which like any sociopaths(?) who learned through trial and errors to hone their social dynamics was perfect to a fault. To others anyway.

It's easier for anyone who knows a secret to see through the lies and quicker to spot the truths. He had a smile on his face all the time, a gentle looks that deceived others into false security and neutral tone that eased one's worries. Of course, everyone – once in a while – take up that same mask but not every day; it took tolls on their psyche too. She bet never once he seemed to be having a bad day (unlike any other normal people would).

She followed the other shinigamis into the training ground, taking seat beside Shinji and watching in awe as the katana clashed with audible 'cling', having forgotten her little experiment. Their movement was swish and graceful, like a crane delicately dancing on the water, their power unmatched by anyone she knew.

Her eyes strayed from the practical battle and landed on another's dark orb. Aizen's eyes to be exact. Their eyes met across the moving bodies, and he gave her kind smile much to her irritation.

"Staring contest?" A voice interrupted her out of her thought and she jumped momentarily, cutting the contact.

Yuzuki snort at Shinji's claim then said, "You know how there are, like, serial killers, and then there's Hannibal Lecter?"

Shinji frowned in confusion.

"Then there's Aizen."

"You humans are weird."

"Why do you think my job exist in the first place then?"


Yuzuki stretched her stiff back after serving over 200 hungry shinigamis dinner, doing laundry and cleaning up after them. God, she knew it would be an arduous task but never knew it was this much. She was used to cooking and serving food since her mother owned a restaurant and she occasionally helped out with her sister but they wasn't as busy as this.

The exhausting day was over and that left Yuzuki time to think as she admired the large moon warmly illuminating the night sky. It was a beautiful night.

Then her mind tracks back to the living world. Her world. Would they have noticed her disappearance? Of course they did, she almost scoffed at the absurd thought. A human existence makes a long lasting impression to those who met them as long as the meeting was worth something and it doesn't disappear just like that.

Anxiety sets in and she begins to worry about everything she had to leave behind. Her interns she was tasked to guide, her patients she was obligated to help and her work ethic as a doctor. And right now, she was a horrible doctor. That's just her business life.

Her personal life was a little bit complicated and crook like Gordian's knot, messy and messed up unless someone comes and cuts them in half. Except that instead of Alexander the Great, it was Hayashi Yuzuki, just an ordinary psychiatrist, who had to do the cutting and there were bets that are at stake she couldn't ignore.

"Can't sleep?"

"Just admiring the night sky." She looked at Shinji, returning his question, "What about you? Can't sleep?"

He shrugged, "Night sky admiring."

He sat himself next to her, looking up at the full moon and they remained in comfortable silent until Shinji asked, without taking his eyes off the moon, "What happened to your foot?"

She immediately knew he was asking about the very faint scar lining the sole of her right foot from the bottom to the top arch and she was impressed he could see it despite her leg stretched away from her body, "You're very perceptive."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I stepped on some glass when I was younger and it left a scar."

"Don't tell me you're one of those deep-meaningful-stories-behind-the-scar type person."

Yuzuki smiled, forlornly, "Don't everyone?"

"What are ya plans for now?" He said, deciding to change the subject.

She turned for his opinion with a challenging smile, "What do you suggest?"

He locked his eyes with her's, searching, "Become mine."

Do all shinigamis suffer from some form of mental illness?


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