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The sun had set over four hours ago and crisp, cold air drifted in from the garden. You could close the shoji, and the room would turn cosy in no time, but the chill was the only thing keeping you awake. The magazine on your lap certainly was not. The Seireitei Communication had its merits, but your husband's writing was not one of them. You only read his dire little romance series out of some twisted sense of loyalty. And he'd sulk if you didn't. The Rose-coloured Path was...not good. What it lacked in literary finesse, it tried to make up for in melodrama and steamy romance. It failed parlessly on both counts. You'd tried pointing these

*Flashback* You were always able to see spirits, ever since you were little. Most of them were nice to you and wanted to talk or have you go and finish something they couldn't before they died. That was easy enough. It was the others that you were scared of, the ones with the masks and chains, the ones that wanted to to eat you. Your grandmother and grandfather had the same abilities you did. You were grateful that there was always some one to go to when you became overwhelmed or frightened but what was happening. When you were 8, your grandparents gave you a talisman, to keep the "hallow", as they told you the scary ones were called, aw

 (Y/n) tried to push the events that happened on Friday from her mind over the weekend. She had things to do, like refurbishing her home and working on her book. She didn’t need to let that inhibit her. Yet, when Monday afternoon rolled around, (Y/n) was hesitant about taking her usual route. She stood outside the park for a moment, thinking, before deciding to just take the long route home for now. She didn’t want a repeat—and she may not have someone there to help next time. (Y/n) hated having to walk the longer route—her feet already hurt from her shoes and standing on them all day and the longer she was in them

 (Y/n) had always been considered a little strange. Maybe that was a bit of an understatement. Strange wasn’t the right word. She was an oddball, for sure, personality wise. She didn’t look that strange. Really, she didn’t look strange at all. She was tall, for a girl, with (h/c) hair that reached her shoulder-blades, usually in a ponytail or messy braid. Her eyes were a (e/c), slightly magnified by the thick-framed glasses she wore and she was….curvy. Pleasantly plump, or so she says. She wasn’t a Plain Jane, but she wasn’t exceptionally beautiful, either. She was just….(Y/n). Her personality

The fear of rejection "Come on Jushiro, drink with me.", Shunsui gave his best friend a simple clap on his shoulder, after pouring the delicious alcohol into two cups. Jushiro sighed and nodded. The liquid ran down his throat and let his body shiver. "Today i will invite her for dinner my friend!", Shunsui announced, while grinning widely. "Like everyday? Don't you think you should give this poor woman a break from your invitations?", Jushiro smiled weakly at his love sick comrade, who gave him a shocked look. "Hey! I don't give up! I know that one day she will be mine!", he said dreamingly with hearts in his eyes. Jushiro watched him dee

Jushiro Ukitake. The friendliest person in the whole seireitei, the academy that Genyrusai Yammamoto created boomed with students that were soon to be soul reapers. A wavy haired, laid back student rubbed the back of his head in confusion at his female friend. "Just tell him how you feel, it's not that hard (name)-chan." "Not that hard? It is hard! I don't know what to say or how to speak to him." The student buried her head on her desk as she confined in her easy-going friend. Although Shunsui did try his best to help his friend, all she needed to do is break the ice. "Look, whenever Ukitake speaks to you just think of something cool."