AN: Sorry for such the late update. The school was piling me with homework (ON THE LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL BEFORE WINTER BREAK) and so I didn't have time to write. But here's the next chapter, please check out my other stories.

Italics= her thoughts or inner self.

~Karin's POV~

So where have I seen this kid before?

I mean, who else had white hair and teal eyes you could swim in? I mean-


"Got it, inner self."

Wait, when did I have an inner self?

Oh well.

But still.

This kid is STRANGE.

He acts like he knows everything about me.

I'm gonna call the police and see if he's on a wanted stalker list.

"Karin, do you want to play soccer?"

My thoughts were distracted by his question. People in Soul Society know how to play soccer?

"You know how to play?"

"Yeah. I beat you quite a few times."

"Sure, like I said, I JUST MET YOU!"

"Do you wanna play?"

I smirked. "Watch, you're gonna lose. I was the team captain in middle school."

"Ooohh, I'm scared," he said sarcastically.

I pushed him out the window and changed into a baggy t-shirt and gym shorts. I wrote a small note and put it outside on the refrigerator. Quietly locking the front door from the front, I ran to the soccer field. There he was but he had a black-collared shirt and skinny jeans on.

"Skinny jeans? Aren't those really uncomfortable?"

"Nah. I wear these all the time when I come down here."

Right, he's from above.

"Okay, rules. First to fifteen wins and decides on what they wanna eat or get or whatever. Okiedokie?"


I smirked and we stood on opposite sides of the ball.

I fingered, "3…2…1…"


I kicked the ball high in the air and climbed on him and pushed off of his head to get to the ball. Quietly laughing after hearing his complaint, I did a somersault and by that time the ball was down to my level and kicked it to the other side, earning a point for me.

Landing on the ground gracefully, I stood up and looked at him. He was pissed.

"Sorry if I used your head." Not.

"You've gotten better."

I sweat-dropped. This guy is way too cryptic.

"Let's move it."

After two agonizing hours of soccer, I realized he was actually pretty good for a shinigami who is probably REALLY old if he is taicho.

But I ended up winning. WHAT NOW!

By that time, he had already taken off his haori and he wiped the sweat off his face. I smirked.

"Let's go get ice cream and you will pay."


Some pedestrians were walking by the soccer field and thought I was talking to myself. I almost busted out laughing when I saw their expressions.

We found the nearest ice cream truck and I got myself a scoop of chocolate and strawberry while he asked for a scoop of vanilla. I looked at him with disapproval.

"You're boring, taicho."

"Don't call me that. Just call me Toushiro."

I was surprised. He didn't seem like the type of guy who would let a total stranger call him by his first name.

"Okay, Shiro. You don't mind, right?"

His eyes softened and all the tension seemed to fall from his face.

"Naa, you're good."

Our quiet moment was interrupted by his cellphone.

"Shit," he muttered, "Sorry Karin, I have something—"

"Just go kill the damn Hollow."

He smirked.

"Sure thing."

He left and I walked back home, not knowing that it was already seven o'clock at night. I walked in the door and instinctively sidestepped to avoid the oncoming kick from my dad.

He fell and got hurt anime style and whined, "KAAAARIIINN-CHAAAAANNN! WHY MUST YOU BE SO MEAN?"

A few tick marks appeared and a vein popped.


He started crying and crawled over to the poster of my mother.


I walked upstairs, purposely slamming the door to signify that I was NOT to be disturbed. After slipping out and taking a shower, I walked back into my bedroom only to find Toushiro sitting in my chair.

I nearly screamed but stopped myself.

I locked the door and whispered harshly.

"What the hell are you doing here, Shiro?"

"Just making sure you're home."

I sighed in annoyance.

"Okay, I'm home now. Now go and let me sleep in peace."


And he disappeared out the window.

I collapsed onto my bed, letting out a content sigh and fell into the dark waters of dreams.

But was it a dream?


It was like last night, I was running and running until my path stopped. The pictures flew from my head again. But weren't they all gone from last time? I took notice of the pictures and I reached out to grab one. It started moving, like a movie scene. According to the picture, Toushiro and I were playing soccer and I lost. He grabbed me from the waist behind and I protested but stopped as he kissed me. Wait, what? He kissed me? What is this? Some kind of joke?

As soon as I mentally asked myself these questions, the ghostly, blue, pale hand took the picture away from me and crumpled it up like paper and let it fall.

And all the pictures disappeared again.

Crumpled like paper, falling into nothingness.

Until the ground gave out underneath me and I fell with the pictures.

AN: I am SOOO sorry for the VERY late update and I hope you guys can forgive me. I've been having a lot of stress lately getting over a boy and having all this drama crap happen in school and I had to study my butt off for Mid-Terms not to mention practicing violin for the upcoming state competition. I found time (FINALLY) and I'm sorry if it's not too good. I love you guys for just even reading this, yet not like it. Please continue to subscribe and read my other stories. I love you guys.

Arigato and ja ne!