Alright so this is the starting point for both mizu and Raito to take on their roles. If any questions to what is happening please use the comment box below. Thanks for reading :)
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-3 Months Later—Spring

It has been a short three months since the day of the Gensuga massacre. Everyone in the Seireitei knows of it, and they still speak of the incident to this day. I carry the words of Kei-kun in my heart every passing day as I walk onto a stage and dance. Even though I know I would be leaving this world, I was doing this for my own good.
Since I chose to become a soul reaper, my brother has not spoken a word to me. Every day I go over to the Kuchiki's to train with Ginrei on how to properly use kidō, as well as wield the zanpakutou. Such a life had dropped onto me in such an unorthodox way that it was deemed ridiculous in my mind. But the zanpakutou I called out to—Bara Notsubomi—chose me as its owner. Yet no matter how much I try and contact the spirit that wields this great power, a face and body has never surfaced. I had begun to wonder if the zanpakutou I summoned out was merely my rage at that time, having nothing to do with the spirit of the sword itself.
"Mizu-sama, it is time to go on stage." My instructor reminded.
"Thank you, I'll be right there."
I've almost forgot why I was even here after looking in the mirror too long. My final performance was about to begin, and I had to be sure everyone engraves my dance into their very soul.
"Places everyone, the time has come."
Yes…time is cruel to be dancing to this piece called The Night Goddess. A story of time ravaged by destruction and romance, and ending in despair for losing her beloved in the war…
This piece suited me in ways I would not understand until I'm older. But once I placed the crown on my head and draped the dark blue silk over my face, the curtain rose for the show to begin.

With the sound of the flute echoing the melody of my entrance, a soft gong rung in the air. One step forward, kicking the blue sea of my kimono out from beneath me, I made my presence known to the audience.
With the atmosphere of every captain and noble attending this traditional dance recital, tension was raised. But nothing could stop me; not even my father who came in his critical condition to see me dance could stop me from being who I am—who he wishes me to be.
The sound of rain washed the sound of breathing in the room, and my fan snapping out to cast the storm across the stage to a starving village. I played the goddess, and with my power I granted a village with water for their crops, and drinkable refreshments for the year. But I showed sadness in my movements as I swayed from side to side, dreaming and hoping for a day to come where I may find someone to love. The bells chimed, enacting my cue to raise my fan into the air and slowly touch my lonely self as I longed for a simple fleeting emotion.
Thump….dum-dum….thump…
My heart would beat to a standpoint, and the reverberating drums broke the silence of the flute's singing to reveal a man standing at the far end of the stage. I hid my face behind the fan, then ever so slowly moving away across the stage to vanish into the world I belonged to. But the man pulled out a harmonious lute and strummed the strings to have me stay. This encounter of mere mortal fate had enabled my character to act irrational in being a goddess. I danced to his tune, spun like a flower maiden in love, and faced a mortal man to be beside me for all eternity. Of course this love was forbidden, and the thunderous storms of wrath engulfed the stage as I spun quickly into the smoke and took off the first layer of my kimono to be in another as a vengeful goddess. I now held a red parasol in my hands and spun the beautiful piece to show my displeasure towards the heavens above for denying my love. And in return did a loud tone of a flute play and thunder strike the village into flames. The drums of my chaotic and shattered heart flourished through my movements in rapid, fleeting moments until I fell to the floor and ended the chaos.
My hair covering my painted face, I had shed tears for my beloved lost in flames. The rain that resounded in the air now was my sorrow of never being allowed to love a mortal man.
Thump…dum-dum…thump…
The beating drum set the stage to a close, and the soft tone of the lute playing its last chord stilled the air. Curtains close, and the audience applause was all I could hear.

"This was amazing! Best show I have ever seen performed!" My instructor cheered. Though she didn't notice the tears I had running down my face, we faced the audience again and took our bow as to end the show.
This was the last I heard of a cheering applause that I took for granted all these years until now. My life as a dancer had been short-lived…and a new life unfolded for my future.