(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, the more her feet throbbed. She finally stopped long enough to pull off her shoes. This wasn’t the best thing for her stockings, but whatever. She’d deal with it. It was more comfortable walking this way.
(Y/n) sighed when she heard the whispers in her ears, chattering away. “Must you keep yammering in my ear? I can’t even think anymore.”
‘So ungrateful! And after we warned you too!’
“Of what, you never said,” (Y/n) muttered.
‘We didn’t have time, thanks! You’re lucky those soul reapers showed up!’
(Y/n) stopped in her tracks.
“Soul reapers? You mean those two spirits that helped me on Friday?”
‘We’re not allowed to say!’
“Start talking before I go see that crazy medium.”
‘No! Not her!’
“Then talk,” (Y/n) said, beginning to walk again.
‘There are people called Soul Reapers that take care of those dark spirits, like the one that attacked yesterday. They protect innocent souls and send them to the Soul Society when they need to. The thing that attacked was called a Hollow, a very dangerous Hollow called a Grande Menos.’
(Y/n) chewed her cheek for a minute, thinking this new information over.
‘Okay? That’s it?!’
“What else am I supposed to say? It’s not like I’ll ever run into another one again and hopefully I won’t run into another one of those Hollows. Now hush, I have to make a payment on the house.”
‘You should really get a boyfriend. Get laid, you know.’
“Seriously? I have enough trouble controlling my hormones without your help. It’s not like I’d have any peace with you guys constantly hovering,” (Y/n) replied sourly as she slapped paint onto the wall of her newly fixed up bedroom. She was painting the walls a soft shade of violet, her furniture in the center of the room as she worked.
‘That Captain Ukitake was pretty cute~’
‘Captain Shunsui was cute too!”
“Wonderful, I’m surrounded by fangirls,” (Y/n) sighed, rolling her eyes as she wiped away a bead of sweat—the scrunched her nose when she smeared paint along her face. “Ugh, damn it.”
She heard them giggle and she sighed, setting the brush on top of the can and walking to the bathroom to clean her face up. She needed to consider making something to eat anyway. As she leaned over to wash her face with the water, she felt a presence different from the others enter the bathroom and out of instinct, she looked up into the mirror.
A blurred image of a person in black and white clothing stood behind her, startling her. She whipped around and saw….nothing. The bathroom was empty. The presence still lingered, though and she reached for her glasses, not bothering to dry her face as she put them on and looked in the mirror again. The image was a little clearer, but still blurry. They were taller than her, male from the looks of it with…white hair? Long white hair. Wearing black and white robes.
“Who’s there? Who are you? And why can I see you in the mirror?” (Y/n) asked, confused now. They shifted behind her in surprise.
“Ah, I had hoped you wouldn’t have noticed me, but it seems your spiritual pressure is higher than I first thought.”
Ah. That voice. That…Ukitake character, right? What was he doing here?
“Of course I noticed you, I can always tell when there’s a spirit nearby, though you’re….a lot different,” (Y/n) said, frowning.
“That’s one way to put it, yes. I happened to overhear the other spirits speaking to you earlier.”
“Yeah, you’re a Soul Reaper, right?”
“You’re taking this quite well.”
“I was in an insane asylum for half of my life because I can hear spirits. Nothing really bothers me anymore.”
The Soul Reaper looked quite startled by that.
“Yeah, you know? The happy home? Loony bin? All those other fun names?” (Y/n) said dryly, watching him in the mirror. “You never said what you wanted.”
“Oh…I suppose I haven’t. I came to investigate you, or at least your spiritual pressure, a little further. It intrigued me that you could hear me and feel me, but you’re not able to see me. For some reason, you can almost see me in the mirror, from the looks of it.”
“Yeah, it’s always been that way,” (Y/n) said, glancing over at where he was standing. Still nothing. She looked back at the mirror again.
“You are quite the interesting young lady, Miss.”
“Oh God, please don’t call me that. I hear it enough at work…”
“What would you like for me to call you then? I’m afraid I don’t have a name.”
(Y/n) smiled a little. “(Y/n). My name is (Y/n).”
“It’s a pleasure to formally meet you, (Y/n). I’m Jushiro Ukitake, Captain of the 13th Squad.”
“Indeed, Captain Ukitake.”
“Please….you can just call me Jushiro.”
(Y/n) had the distinct impression he was smiling and she couldn’t help but smile as well.
“Jushiro it is, then.”
A thought crossed her mind.
“….Exactly how long have you been around here?”
He shifted and he coughed a little, “Well….I showed up when one of the spirits around you mentioned you needing a boyfriend?”
Oh my God, he heard that. (Y/n) let her head drop, nearly hitting the sink. Her face was bright red.
“I’m going to kill whoever said that. Again,” she muttered. She heard hysterical giggles outside the bathroom and Jushiro gave a low chuckle. “I cannot believe you heard that—wait a minute, you guys knew he was there when that was brought up!!”
‘Crap, she figured it out!’
‘Let’s go, quick!’
(Y/n) felt the spirits leave, leaving her alone with Jushiro. She grumbled under her breath about going to see the crazy medium, which got the Soul Reaper laughing.
“You’re quite amusing when you’re embarrassed.”
“Oh, shut up!!” (Y/n)’s face flamed an even darker red, turning and stomping out of the bathroom, walking to the kitchen. She faintly heard soft footsteps following her, so the Soul Reaper was following her. She dug around in her refrigerator until she found some fruit and sliced it into a bowl to eat.
“Is that all you’re going to eat?”
(Y/n) popped a slice of strawberry in her mouth and savored the tart and sweet mixture in her mouth before she replied, “For now, yes. I had to pay my mortgage this week, so it’s hard to get groceries when most of your money goes to your house.”
“Say, do Soul Reapers eat?”
“Yes, we do. While we’re spirits, we’re not spirits in the sense of what you’re used to. In our world, the Soul Society, we eat and drink to sustain our energies.”
“Huh. Cool,” (Y/n) hummed, popping a grape in her mouth now, leaning against the counter, shifting her gaze to where she felt the presence of Jushiro. “It’s so strange feeling you, but not seeing you. I feel your presence stronger than any other spirit I’ve met.”
“I suppose that’s not too strange. After all, I am able to physically touch you, so that might have something to do with it.”
(Y/n) shrugged, and she thought back on the earlier conversation with the spirits. Stupid spirits. They wouldn’t let her live this down now.
“…say, Jushiro? What do you look like? I can kinda see you, but not detailed. Well, at least kinda see you in mirrors, for some odd reason.”
“Hmm…well, I’m very pale. And no, it doesn’t have anything to do with being a spirit.”
“Are you ill?”
“Are you ill? Wait, can spirits even get ill?”
“Your breathing. Your lungs sound kind of ragged.”
“You have very good hearing. Yes, I am ill…I’ve had an illness since I was quite young.”
“I see. Continue.”
“I wear Shihakushō—traditional robes worn by Shinigami. Over that is a white Captain’s haori. My hair is white and is long. My eyes are brown. Hm….anything else?”
(Y/n) closed her eyes, trying to envision it. He must be taller than her, from where his voice came from, and he had a firm body. “….I just can’t imagine it. Maybe it’s the white long hair. Do you look old?”
“Goodness me, I hope not,” he chuckled. “No, I look quite young. I suppose in my mid-twenties to a human’s eye.”
“That makes things a little easier to imagine…Kinda wish I could fully see what you actually look like though, and not as a blur in the mirror.”
“Now why’s that?”
(Y/n) blushed a little and shrugged. Truth be told, she wanted a face to put to the voice that made her shiver, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “I guess….I just want to be able to see who I’m talking to…Just hearing spirits throws people off…It gets annoying having voices in your ears and not being able to see the people they’re coming from.”
“I suppose that is a good reason.”
“I like to think so,” (Y/n) said, finishing off her fruit and washing the bowl, before putting it away. She tended to like to try and keep her house clean. Easy enough with it just being here living there.
“…Have you always been alone?”
(Y/n)’s movements still and she sighed softly, resting her hands on the counter.
“…in a sense, yes….there was only ever one person that really, truly believed me and made friends with me…but she lives all the way in America. My family was scared of me, because I was hearing these voices and they finally sent me to a mental asylum. I was in and out for years, until I was eighteen. They diagnosed me with Paranoid Schizophrenia, because of the whispers. It wasn’t until I was sixteen I could hear them clearly.”
“Are they always so attracted to you?”
“The spirits? Yeah. I don’t know why. Something about me, I guess,” (Y/n) shrugged, wiping down her countertop. “It was disconcerting at first, but now I just kind of accept it. Welcome it sometimes, when I feel really lonely.”
“I’m sorry you’ve had to go through all of that.”
“It’s in the past. Nothing can be changed about it,” (Y/n) said, tossing the rag into the sink. “It helps fill the void, having them around, even if they can get a bit creepy sometimes.”
“I’m a horror movie addict,” (Y/n) smiled. “I get jumpy easily. When you’re not expecting a whisper in your ear at the climax of a scene, it can make you jump a little. Well, maybe more than a little.”
Jushiro gave a soft laugh at that and her smile grew.
“I’m sure they enjoy that.”
“I know they enjoy it. It’s why they do it. And they have to do it during a movie I either haven’t seen before or one they know scares me,” (Y/n) chuckled.
“Sounds like fun.”
“Hey, don’t get any ideas!” (Y/n) scowled playfully. “It’s bad enough with the regulars around!”
Jushiro could only laugh as the girl grinned and chuckled along with him.