1: A meeting with a man called Zaraki.
A cold, dark room with only one small window…and a tall, long-haired man. I sat; crouched and cold in the corner as the tall man loomed over me, the moonlight illuminating his pale skin. A scar stretched down from his hairline, right down to his chin. I shivered and whimpered as he crept ever closer. I noticed two other men standing behind him; their identities kept hidden by the darkness. The tall man stopped and his eyes bore down into my face. I cuddled my legs, hiding my face from view as my chains on my ankles and wrists jangled. Suddenly, the tall man swooped down in front of me and looked at me again. My cheeks were blushing red, though I doubt he could see that.
At long last, he spoke – a beautiful low, rumbling sound rose from his throat and resonated round the cell.
"So, Captain General, this is your daughter, huh?" I gasped and looked up. The spiky- haired man was face-to-face with me. My eyes darted to the two other men. They had stepped into the moonlight and their white captains cloaks billowed in the soft breeze. The first man wore 'kenseikan', a sign that he was an aristocrat and the other a greying man with a long beard and scars on his balding head: my father, the Captain General of the Soul Reapers in the Seireitei.
"Yes, this is Zooi, my daughter." A husky voice replied. I could the pain and hurt in his voice – I was not supposed to be here, let alone alive. My mother was an extremely powerful Soul Reaper and was greatly respected throughout the Seireitei fell in love with the Captain General a long time ago. Once word got out that my mother was pregnant with me by the Captain General, she was shunned from the Soul Society, and was shunned also by the Captain General whom he loved with all his heart so she was told. In the end my Mother could bear it no longer – she joined the Secret Remote Corps so her identity was hidden and gave birth to me in secret. Once I was born I was bought up by Miss Unohana, Captain of 4th Company and the Captain General. My mother visited often, but the last I saw of her was when she was called into battle with the Quincies. She died saving a comrade, but she left this life fighting, just like she started her life.
A cold tear trickled down my dirty cheek in the dark and I ferociously wiped it away. I looked into the tall man's face and he grinned a vicious smile – his scar contorting. To add to his manic appearance, an eye patch covered his right eye.
"Ha ha, well, she certainly looks nothing like you Captain, sir," he chuckled and ruffled my hair. "I suppose that's a good thing for you." He added quietly. He looked at me up and down and put his hand on mine. It was like salt and ice at first, but it quickly warmed.
"Zaraki, hurry it up. Yachiru is getting impatient." The man wearing kenseikan told the tall man in front of me called Zaraki. "Anyway, where's this nice side of you come from anyway?"
"Shut it, Kuchiki, it's none of your business." He took his hand away and stood up. "Let us go." He said uniformly and walked out of the cell, but not before he looked at me with a worried look on his face. I savoured his name, and wondered who he was and what was going on. The moonlight disappeared as it hid behind a cloud and I shut my eyes, remembering the tall man called Zaraki.