Mm. No comment. I wrote this AGES ago. -_-

YES I REALIZE THERE WILL NEVER BE A SQUAD 14 OR A NEW CAPTAIN OR A PHANTOM SOUL REALM OR SATAN. This is must my creativity catching up to me.

Enjoy

3 BiasedAngel

I pushed my blonde hair out of my eyes. I stared into the mirror and felt the coldness my eyes gave off. Looking down, I picked up a blood, red ribbon and looked at the pattern on it. A black dragon, eyes red with fire, curled around it. The mark of Koneko.

I turned to see her standing behind me with a smirk. "Koneko, can I ask you something?" She nodded and brushed one black strand of hair out of her red eyes. "Why do you have a human form?" Her lips parted just the slightest to show her sharp, pointy canines. She then grinned and responded. "I am the Maou. Why do you think you thought Koneko meant Satan? It doesn't. It's a type of cat. I believe Kitten. But since I am still a soul, so therefore I am shown as a human." Her eyes watched my reaction.

I shrugged and turned back to the mirror, pulling the ribbon tight around my hair. My ponytail fell down to my lower back. Glaring at myself, I picked up a pair of scissors and cut my hair until the ponytail didn't even graze my neck.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall, pressing my hands over my heart. I could feel the heat of the fire in it pulse through my skin. I felt Koneko disappear as I sank to the ground, feeling nothing but the loneliness I've had since I was alive.

I buried my head in my knees, wrapping my shaking arms around my legs. I heard my door slowly creep open. I jumped up, and wiped the tears off my face and saw Yanna standing in the doorway with a smile.

"Mary!" she yelled running towards me and throwing her arms around me. Laughing I pushed her off of me and smiled. "Yanna!" I screamed back. I looked at her. Her white hair was thrown into a messy ponytail. Her red eyes stared into mine, causing me to wonder what mine would have looked like—if I hadn't been killed.

She giggled and held out her hand. "Come on! You have to go to the captains meeting!" she said. I licked my lips and said, "I have to get dressed." I gestured to the black, terry-cloth robe that clutched to my body. She giggled, nodded, and jogged out of the room.

I sighed and pulled on my black full body suit. I wrapped a red ribbon around the waist, and took scissors to the end and snipped it so it was frayed. I then slid a pair of black headphones over my ears, plugged my silver iPod in—hiding it under the red belt—and slid my zanpaku-to around my waist. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a little kid. Scared and lost.

I shook my head and turned away from the reflective glass. I picked up the folded piece of white fabric on the bed. A captain Haori. The Captain of the 14th Squad's Haori. My haori. I was always told I would be nothing. But now—even if no one in my human life knew—I was something!