Ch1

Hikari Netto was only seven when he accidently got hit by a car. It was an accident really, a ball he had been playing with went into the street and he ran after it not noticing the car. The driver honked his horn but it was too late, Hikari Netto's vision went wide and his world went white as he was knocked unconscious.

His world began to swim as he heard his mother scream. The next thing he knew he was in and out of consciousness as he saw a bright light and doctors around him. He wanted to call, to scream for his mother but his mind would shut down and black out.

Eventually he regained consciousness, his body was still sore as he turned to see his mom. "Mama how long was I out?" He croaked.

"Oh Netto baby," his mom said as she hugged him. "I'm so glad you are awake." She sobbed as she hugged him tightly and he hugged her back. "The doctors said you would be ok but I was still so worried about you."

His mind was still in a daze as he scanned the room, his mother gave him some water to drink to calm himself down just as the doctor came in. He was still exhausted but the doctor examined him and after a few days cleared him to go home along with giving him a note to excuse him from school.

Well on the bright side I get to stay home. But the downside I can't go out and play. He sighed as he rested on his bed. While the prospect of no school was tempting the idea of not being able to go out and play with his friends was not good.

He decided to get out of bed, his body shook as he stood up and pain still spread throughout his legs. Taking a deep breath he walked to the window of his room and looked out, it was a nice day outside and many of his friends were already playing.

He sighed as he pulled the curtains over his window, he didn't want to be reminded all the fun he was missing out on. Maybe I can find something to do here? He still didn't have a netnavi but who knows maybe he could find something fun to do inside.

Exiting his room he decided to walk around the house to find something. His mom was down stairs and he knew that she would be extra attentive to him so he had to be careful. Walking along the upstairs of his house he passed by the spare bedroom and noticed what appeared to be a large mirror draped by a large blanket.

"Did we get a new mirror?" He scratched his head trying to remember if his parents bought a new mirror. Curiosity got the better of him as he entered the guest room and closed the door behind him. He looked at the draped mirror and carefully grabbed the cloth and pulled it off.

He stared at the mirror. His reflection stared back at him as he sat down on the bed to look at it. Staring at the mirror a shock ran through his body causing him to sit upright and look at the mirror.

His vision became blurry as he rubbed his eyes. "What's going on?" He muttered as he stared at the mirror.

Staring at the mirror he was surprised to see not his reflection but the reflection of a young boy his age. He had white silver hair and bright green eyes and wore what appeared to be green yukata.

He stared at the boy not wondering if what he was going insane or what but the boy seemed to be staring right back at him. "Um hello," he said waving his hand.

"H-Hi," the boy said waving his hand. "You can see me?"

"Yeah what are you doing in a mirror?" He asked. I'm definitely not going crazy. I can see this kid very clearly.

"I'm not in a mirror you are," the boy said with a frown.

"Well I'm in my house," he said looking around the room. "My name is Netto what is yours?"

"My name is Toshiro," the boy said. "What part of the Soul Society do you live in?"

"Soul Society? What's that?" He asked.

Toshiro stared at him in shock. "You don't know what the Soul Society is?" The boy stared at him in shock then his eyes widened. "Wait are you in the world of the living?"

"Um yeah I'm alive," he said as if it were the most obvious thing. "Aren't you?"

"No I'm in the Soul Society," Toshiro said shaking his head.

"Oh cool I guess," he said scratching his head. "I'm sorry I don't know where that is."

Toshiro nodded, "So what's it like in the world of the living?" The boy sat down in a chair and stared at him curiously.

"I sort of got into an accident so I can't go out and play right now. But I usually just hang out with my friends."

Toshiro avoided his gaze, "That sounds nice. Most kids here avoid me, except for my childhood friend."

"Oh why? Young seem like an ok person," he said.

The white haired boy's face reddened. "I don't know but most people are scared of me for some reason."

"Well I'm not," he said. "You seem cool. What to be friends?" It wasn't like he had anything else to do, besides having a secret friend in a mirror was interesting.

Toshiro looked at him in surprise, his young eyes betraying excitment. "Really?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah why not. Its not like I'm going to be living my house any time soon. Though its not like we can actually play together physically."

"True." Toshiro scratched his head. "I could we could play cards or something."

"I think I do," he said. "I'll have to look for them though."

Toshiro nodded his eyes full of excitement. "I'm so glad I have another person to talk to."

He nodded. "Me too. So what other things do you do over there for fun?"


Haruka Hikari was worried about her son. The doctor said that he hadn't sustained any permanent injuries but he was acting weird. Mainly he would sit in front of that old antique mirror they bought and talk and laugh in front of it as if he were talking with an actual person.

"I don't know dear I think that the accident had a deeper effect on him," she whispered to her husband through her PET. She peered through the door of the guest room, her son was playing with tops and having a full on conversation with the mirror. "Do you think I should take him to the hospital again?"

Her husband sighed on the other side. "Maybe he is just coping with being inside? It's normal for kids his age to have imaginary friends."

"I know but I'm just worried about him," she said. Walking back down the stairs she sighed as she heard her son laugh at something.

"Don't worry dear," her husband said through the phone. "He'll soon be ready to go out and play with his friends again. Besides I've been working on getting a navi for him so don't worry."

"Fine ok," she sighed. With that, she ended the call. It wasn't that she was against her son having an imaginary friend but she didn't want him to be socially inept or anything.

With that, she began to prepare dinner. When it came to her she called her son. Netto came down with a smile on his face. "What were you doing up there?" She asked as they got ready to eat.

"Oh um I was just talking with a friend," he said with a shrug.

"A friend? Who is it?" She asked carefully.

"Oh his name is Toshiro I see him in the mirror," Netto said. "We usually play and talk together."

"Uh huh," she said carefully. Oh dear please just be an imaginary friend. The idea of her son being crazy was something. After they ate Netto went to get ready for bed she went to the guest room to examine the mirror.

Her husband had inherited the mirror and despite it being nice her son's behavior lately was making her uneasy. Looking into the mirror she saw her reflection, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Maybe it is just an imaginary friend? Searching through the room she found nothing out of the ordinary and no signs of a break in or anyone else having used the room.

"I probably am just overreacting," she said shaking her head. He just misses playing with his friends, that's why he thought of this imaginary friend. She then turned to a piece of paper on the ground, she picked it up and saw a crude drawing of two people. She recognized one of them as her son but the other was a boy with white hair and old fashioned clothing.

She set it down and shook her head, "He just has an over active imagination." Yet she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Looking into the mirror she felt the room get cold for a moment.


Netto knew something wasn't normal with him since that accident. Besides seeing Toshiro in the mirror in the guest the room he also saw other strange figures and shapes around. At first he thought he was going crazy but then Toshiro explained it to him one day.

"Sometimes spirits remain on Earth," Toshiro said folding his arms. "Be careful some of them can be dangerous."

Toshiro had been explaining things about the spirit world since they met. So far the white haired boy was the only connection he had with this other world all around him and he wanted to learn more.

"Ok I will," he said scratching his head.

Toshiro nodded his face turning serious, "But watch out for hollows."

"Hollows what are those?" He asked.

Toshiro's face darkened, "They are souls that stay in the human world and are corrupted. Be careful, you won't be able to fight them. Only Shinigami can fight them."

"Shinigami? I haven't seen any of them around at least I don't think I have," he said scratching his head. Toshiro had told him various things about his world and often talked about Shinigami but so far he hadn't met or seen one.

"They usually wear a black kimono and have a sword," Toshiro said. "Anyway just be careful."

"I will," he said. "Want to see the picture I draw of you."

Toshiro nodded as he showed him a picture of him, "Is that supposed to be him?" Toshiro asked squinting at the mirror.

"Yeah I did my best to draw it," he said proudly. "How do you likely?"

Toshiro smiled at him, "Yeah its nice. You know I'm glad you talk to me, not many people want to get to know me like you."

"Well you are a cool person," he said smiling at Toshiro. "If you were alive I would play with you often."

"Thanks. That means a lot," Toshiro said avoiding his gaze.

"No problem so what's new with you?" he asked. A part of him felt bad for Toshiro, he seemed like a nice kid and he didn't see anything wrong with him that would make other people want to avoid him.

Netto enjoyed talking with Toshiro, even if he could now play with his other friends Toshiro was fun to talk with. The white haired boy was pretty fun to talk to and they enjoyed talking to each other. The only problem was his mother, he knew that she couldn't see Toshiro and thought it was odd that he was talking to a mirror all day but he didn't care, he could see him and he was glad to have another friend to talk to.


AN: This is just a story I made for fun. Let me know what you think. It mainly will focus on Netto and Toshiro