Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Rosario+Vampire

Author's Notes: I apologize for the content of the last chapter once more. Here is a chapter all about Daisuke. Enjoy.

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Daisuke was wide awake when he had been told over the intercom that his meeting with Tae was canceled this week due to some… urgent issues. No matter, he thought to himself. Daisuke lay against the wall. He felt cold. He was always cold. However, feeling cold for him was like being cast into a warm, relaxing bath. He wasn't used to it at first but as time went on; he had grown accustomed to it and then actually started to enjoy being that way. That was Daisuke's little comfort in his cell.

He then looked over to his right corner. There they were again. The spirits.

More often than not, the spirits just randomly came into his room, still scaring the living hell out of him as they did for his entire life. Many of the souls were victims of unjust murders and their bodies (?!) were in the same mutilated state as they were… alive? No… dead… He couldn't understand. Why him? Of the billions of people on Earth, why was he the unlucky one? Why did he see spirits when others can't? This made him look as if he was mentally insane. The truth is he wasn't. He didn't belong here. He wanted out. But sadly, if he still referring to the truth, that was impossible.

The spirits would occasionally talk to him. They asked him to help them. Help. How? How do you help a dead person? He'd ignore their cries of help much to his sorrow and sanity. It was deemed early on for him that helping these… people… were impossible. He had no choice but to do so. Also, if he were to talk to them, his detainers would think he has reached some mental climax point. However, secretly, he wanted to help these people. He wish he had the power to do something for them. But all he was was a powerless fifteen year old that was put into a place he didn't belong.

That was until he met the wristwatch boy.

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Several Weeks Ago

Daisuke had the pillow over his head. He didn't want to hear their cries any longer.

Help me… Help me… Save me… Save me…

He looked up from his bed to find out that there was a new spirit amongst the "Denizens of the Cursed Corner." The spirit was that of a boy. He wasn't asking for any help. The boy was in a crouched position with his legs to chest, staring into the corner and not at Daisuke. It was truly a pitiful sight, even for a soul.

Daisuke got up and went to the boy.

"Hey."

"…"

"What's your name?"

"L-Lim Sang-Hyun"

"Nice to meet you, Sang-Hyun." Daisuke said.

The boy didn't say anything nor did he turn around to see Daisuke.

"How did you die Sang-Hyun?"

The boy looked at Daisuke. Daisuke froze for second then composed himself together. The boy had no lower face yet he could still talk. His eyes appeared as if they had been gouged out and seared back together… THOSE EYES… The boy's overall entire face was mutilated beyond recognition. It was truly a grotesque sight, however, Daisuke didn't care. It WAS a boy after all.

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Several Days Ago

Lim Sang-Hyun was having another usual day. School came to a close and he decided to do homework with several of friends in the library. After they had finished, the boys went to the park to play some soccer together.

The game was intense but his team of rag-tag soccer players won the bout. After they had finished, the boys started to walk home

"Today's game was awesome."

"Yeah. We totally creamed the other team."

"Hopefully, we can pull it off again tomorrow…"

"Of course we can! We're the best! No one can beat us when we are together!"

The boys all high-fived one another, laughed, and continued walking.

On the way home, the boys saw an ice cream truck and all decided to eat something to celebrate and commemorate this day of their victory.

The boys bought their ice cream and continued walking again. However, Sang-Hyun lived on the east side of Daegu whereas his friends lived on the west. So, taking separate paths, Sang-Hyun headed home, alone.

While walking, he thought about his life. He lived in a home with no parents. His parents were always busy and at work. He had no one to talk to at home. He had strict curfew enforced by the maids and housekeepers. But what bothered him the most, his parents simply didn't care about him. He wasn't stupid. He saw them always going out to places, leaving him behind. Buying expensive things, Sang-Hyun wasn't even given an allowance.

Sighing to himself, he continued walking home.

Then, strangely enough, the same ice cream truck he saw earlier was several meters in front of him… From quick observance, the vehicle was empty.

Sang-Hyun decided it wouldn't hurt to look inside of it.

He opened the doors and climbed into the back of the truck.

That was his last memory before death.

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Daisuke listened to everything Sang-Hyun had said.

"When I woke up, I saw my body…" He began to say

"I-it was... just discarded like trash."

Daisuke quietly looked at the boy.

"I'm sorry for what has happened to you Sang-Hyun…" He stood up and made his way back to his bed before something caught his eye.

"That watch…"

Sang-Hyun lifted his left arm (or what was left of it) to show Daisuke.

"This? This was a watch I bought myself for my eleventh birthday."

"How old are you Sang-Hyun?" Daisuke asked.

"I'm twelve."

Oh God…

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Although he may have already been deemed mentally ill, Daisuke regularly talked to Sang-Hyun. There was no one who would come in for his "appointments" because the last person had a… tragic accident.

Thank you Coldness.

Daisuke started to enjoy the company of Sang-Hyun more and more. He disregarded the fact that he was soul and he was a human. They became close friends. They were two lost souls that were misunderstood in solitude. But thanks to one another, they opened up to each other.

"Hyun?"

"Yeah, Daisuke?"

"Are you sad that you died?"

"Well. Not really."

"Why, Hyun?"

"Because I met you."

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Daisuke woke up excitedly. He wanted to talk to Sang-Hyun about something important. He quickly jumped out of bed and rubbed his eyes. He called out Sang-Hyun's name.

No answer.

No. Not this again. PLEASE. NO!

Daisuke opened his eyes and saw that Sang-Hyun was gone.

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Daisuke lied in his bed, silently crying over his friend's sudden abandonment.

What did I do wrong this time?...

He cried himself to sleep that night.

The next day, Daisuke found something written on the wall… in blood.

Thank you

And there was something else… A silver watch…

Sang-Hyun… Thank you…

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Daisuke leaned against the wall, smiling at the thought of the flashback. He was happy but sad as well. Sang-Hyun was the closest thing he had to a brother in his life at this place and he was gone. But Daisuke believed that Sang-Hyun went to a better place. Far better than the one he had already died in. With that in mind, Daisuke was okay. He picked up the silver wristwatch and fumbled around with it. He then, rested his head against the wall.

He wished to be free. He wanted to see the world again… His world. The world that he missed for so long. He wanted just one day out there… Just one day.

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9 YEARS AGO

He had sleeping inside a cardboard box when they had found him. The people carried him in his sleep and drove him to the orphanage. At such a young age, the young boy was being bullied by other kids at the facility because of his strange appearance. Silvery-blue eyes, long silver hair, and pale skin. He was the official tag line of all jokes going on when he arrived.

He hated it. He hated all those other kids. But especially their leader, Takeshi.

One day, Takeshi had gone too far.

He grabbed Daisuke's hair and raised him up by it. Along with that he proclaimed, "Look at this absurd creature. Look at his appearance. I bet he thinks he is better than all of us! Look! He doesn't speak or fight back!"

"Hit him Taki!"

"Punish him!"

With a devilish grin, Takeshi ordered his friend Ryo to get him a pair of scissors.

"THIS SHALL BE A LESSON TO YOU!"

SNIP SNIP SNIP

Daisuke's silvery white hair fell to the ground after each scissor snap. When Takeshi was done, everyone laughed Daisuke and his laughable haircut. Ryo brought a mirror for Daisuke to see himself in.

He was horrified. He wanted to cry. But he knew if he did, it would make it worse for him. So, all he could to do was to walk away from the crowd.

"Where do you think you're going yatsu?"

It was Takeshi.

"Seems you haven't learned your lesson. How about I beat it into you? Absolutely free?" Takeshi said while kicking Daisuke in the stomach.

The kick took Daisuke off of his feet. It hurt a lot too. However, he stood up and walked away. He refused to fight.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

That was the last straw.

Daisuke could be insulted, have his hair cut horribly, and be beaten up but nobody, NOBODY, insults his mother.

He turned around and leapt onto Takeshi so quickly, no one realized what was going on. Daisuke put his hands around Takeshi's throat and began to choke him. An aura of cold began to come off of Daisuke's body. Takeshi's friends tried pulling off Daisuke but they all screamed in agony. Their hands were frozen solid. Takeshi tried pushing Daisuke off but he couldn't. He was losing consciousness. Then he felt an instantaneous surge of cold spread throughout all of body, inducing excruciating pain. Then, darkness.

Takeshi was dead.

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After the incident, Takeshi was heard to have been unceremoniously buried in the backyard of the Orphanage. His friends had their hands amputated due to the unimaginable cold and frostbite. Daisuke was punished severely. He was to be put into solitary confinement. He was not allowed to exit the room EVER. He was also removed from the adoption list.

Daisuke couldn't believe what was happening to him.

HE was the victim.

HE was only defending himself.

HE didn't do anything wrong.

But, HE was punished.

HE would never see outside again.

…. HE wanted to die…

Then, they started to appear. The souls.

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Daisuke woke up shaking. That was a memory worth forgetting. He got out of bed and went to the sink for a glass of water. After drinking, he made his way back to bed. He laid down and closed his eyes.

"Hey. Do you see me?"

His heart started pounding and he quickly opened his eyes and sat up straight.

"Hey. Over here."

Daisuke looked in the direction from where the voice came from, still startled by the sudden greeting.

Daisuke saw a young man in a black shihakusho armed with a sword. What is he…

"Who are you?" he asked.

Grinning he replied, "The name is Shinnosuke. Shinnosuke Yamada. I am a Shinigami

(A/N): Sorry for ending the chapter here. I know this chapter wasn't that good. But bear with me guys. I shall continue Daisuke's story in the next chapter. In the mean time, thank you for reading. Sayonara~