Dear Father Christmas,
I used to write to you when I was a little child, do you remember that? I don't know why we did, it was just something that my Father always told me to do.
Write down my wishes.
I don't have many wishes any more.
That's not a bad thing- it's because most of them have come true, after all. I used to wish that I could be a shinigami, then that I would pass the entrance exams to the Academy, then that I would get a decent ranking in one of the Divisions. All of that has happened, it just doesn't feel quite the way that I expected it to.
But that's not your fault.
I don't believe you can do miracles, like everyone says you can, but if you want to take a stab at it there is an old friend of mine that needs a hand. She's in room 15 B of the Fourth Division Psychiatric Care ward.
I'd like it as well if you could see to making all my friends content. They worried a lot about me, I can see that now. And if you could give Matsumoto some comfort, I know it would be appreciated. Nanao's looking after her, but we're all worried. She took Ichimaru's death hard.
The last thing I'd like to ask you is if you could make Ikkaku be normal with me again. He means a lot to me and I feel like I've done something wrong- he keeps acting like I'm about to crack, or something.
And also if you could let him get some sleep. Those shadows under his eyes have been there for far too long.
Much appreciated,
Kira Izuru.
He was interrupted in sealing the envelope by a quick knock on the door. Anyone with a less sensitive ability to sense spiritual power would have missed the push of shunpo as whoever it was who knocked sped away. Assuming it was a joke, Kira sat back down, rolling his eyes at whichever kid it might have been that decided that knock-a-door-shunpo was a mature activity.
Probably from the Academy, he thought with a smile, only just learnt to do the trick. The spiritual pressure had felt unsure, unpractised.
It was only the next morning, when he was leaving his rooms, that he saw that outside his door someone had left him a potted plant.
Blinking at it, he nudged it through the door with his foot, and hurried away.
