In which Kurosaki Ichigo dies a year before he would otherwise meet Rukia Kuchiki, ruining just about everyone's plans.
"Name and district?" The short man at the desk asks you.
"I'm Kurosaki Ichigo, and uh, I don't remember." You admit. "The guys I met when I woke up weren't very interested in talking."
The man at the desk blinks and leans to the side, glancing at your feet. "It had to be past the fifty-ninth, at least. That is, unless you got mugged for your sandals?"
You shrug. "There were a couple of jerks, but I never had sandals."
"Well, how long ago'd you come in?"
"A few days?" You guess.
"I'll put you down as a sixty, then. Arrivals sent a lot of fresh souls that way recently." The man says. "Only the really new guys don't know what district they showed up in, so I figured you were new, but not just days in! You know you could have just asked somebody which district you were in, right?
That stings -as if you hadn't thought of that! "I'm not stupid." You snap. "I just decided to figure out how to get some food instead of worrying about where I was."
The short man parts his hair again and gives you a sidelong glance. "By the way... you know that you're dead, right? A spirit?"
"Yes." You say firmly, and with more than a little heat. "I asked around, and people told me that I could go back to the living world, and see my family again if I signed up. I have two sisters, Yuzu and Karin Kurosaki, and my dad too."
At that the man at the desk puts down his pen. "Kid, I'll be honest with you. Your family won't be able to see you, won't be able to touch you, won't be able to hear you. There's not even a guarantee that you'll be able to check in with them, even if you graduate. Only the really exceptional people get to request leave in the human world."
You'd normally get mad at anyone telling you that you can't see your family, that you can't even look in on them, but... there's sympathy in the official's face. "Then I'll just have to be one of those people. It's not your problem."
"Fair enough."
The tense mood shatters when your stomach protests being starved for three days by squirming in your belly and growling like an animal.
"Moving on quickly, I'll need a thumb print, a signature, and your height."
You bend over, sign on the dotted line, press your thumb into the ink pad and then again in the little box under a page of dense script, and exhale. "One hundred and seventy two centimeters. So I'm a soul reaper now?"
"Nah." The guy says with a wide grin as he reaches under his desk and pulls out a stack of clothes in blue and white. "Welcome to the academy, Ichigo Kurosaki."
BLEACH: Derailed
In a strange place, taken from all you know, stepping forward into new responsibilities for the mere hope of seeing your family again... How do you want to do this? You could try to see how the wind blows, brace yourself against it, or just ignore it and push onward.
[] It might be a good idea to be quiet for a while, and see how to blend in. You don't want attention.
[] Who cares if you get a reputation? You had one when you were alive, and it didn't matter then either.
[] You need to focus on graduating as soon as you can, not whether or not you're blending in.