Have you ever wondered what would happen if you could live forever? What secrets you could unravel or what treasures you could find in this world?
You probably have. It's human nature after all to want eternal life but I am here to tell you it's not what everyone makes it out to be. Sure, I have lifted a few mysteries of the Univers but for what price?
To never be able to move to the next life and see my family again? To watch how generation after generation grows old and slowly dies?
Well, it is what it is. I am not here to go ahead and complain to you. I am here to share my secrets with you. I won't tell you how I achieved immortality. (Mostly because I don't even know how this happened.) If I would tell you, though, you would soon be able to find out that it's not a miracle that has happened to you but a curse put on your body.
Let's start with how I found out about the different dimensions. Funny story actually. It was an accident. I wasn't planning on dying that day or being pushed right back into my body afterwards.
It was a sunny morning in the middle of May and I was doing what I did every five years. Moving. It was a few years before I met him. I was wearing my usual outfit of my favourite white long sleeved shirt. The collar opened wide enough to show my shoulders. A pair of grey ripped skinny jeans and a pair of Nike sneakers.
A dozen of boxes was being carried out of my apartment into my Pick up truck.
"Thank you so much for helping me get all these heavy boxes down these many stairs, Alan."
A brown haired average looking man gave me a smile and a wink.
"It's not a problem, Kathy. That's what I am here for."
Alan was an honourable man. Always on time. Never had a hair out of order and his looks seemed to bedazzle many women around these parts. For me after the three hundred years I had been living by that point, he wasn't anything special and definitely not my type. But he was quite eager to help me out with whatever I needed. Especially making sure that a petite and small girl like me wouldn't have to use my muscles. He literally said that to my face and I was holding back to not crush that straight nose of his.
"Promise me to call when you get to your new apartment."
Alan, after he made sure all the boxes were stored in my truck bed, came over to me to say his goodbyes. His arms snaked their way around my waist and by that point, I was trying to hold back my gag reflexes.
"Sure. I have to go now or I will be late. My parents are waiting for me."
It was the best excuse to come up with for me to suddenly up and leave. Worked every time and got everyone off my back. There was no nonsense about them not wanting me to leave and all that blah. Alan had finally released me and I was making my way to the driver seat. After finally shutting my door and turning on the ignition, I raced down the road towards my new apartment several states away from Alan.
As soon as Alan was out of my sight I took out the sim card of my phone and threw it out of the window onto the highway. That should destroy it in due time. Men like Alan pissed me off. Thinking a girl couldn't do shit on their own. I'll have you know that I can without a problem lift around a hundred and eighty pounds. My fighting skills are pretty much perfect considering I had several hundred years to perfect one form of it after another.
Well apparently after I had left and not contacted Alan he had started a search party for me and came up with nothing. No truck, considering I always switch out the license plate. No phone, seeing as I destroyed the sim card and no Kathy. I made sure to change my name on a regular basis. The Kathy that Alan knew never existed.
After I had finally settled in my new apartment under the name Celest I was driving around in my truck. The street was wet and it was already getting dark when everything seemed to stop for a few seconds. I saw the other car slowly inching towards me until everything was over in a second. I heard a loud crash and then felt the car crush my body.
Crushing bones make a weird sound. A sound that wouldn't sound too bad if it wasn't my bones breaking. Climbing out of the car was a nightmare in its self. The worst thing that happened, though, was seeing my own body all torn up in my truck. I could see the different bones peeking out of my flesh and several limbs bent in ways they definitely shouldn't bend. A husky voice started ringing in my ears and all of a sudden my body seemed to resemble itself. Several loud crunching noises were heard when bones snapped back into their place. Before everything went black I caught a glimpse of a red-haired man dressed in weird black clothing. His face was contorted with confusion.
I maybe should mention that by that point I was already able to see the souls of the recently deceased but never had I seen a soul come back from where ever they would go.
A high pitched howl awoke me not too soon after in a hospital bed. To my surprise, the red-haired man was standing in a corner of my room and as soon as I spotted him our eyes locked together.
"You're able to see me, aren't you?"
His words confused me. Why wouldn't I be able to see him? It took me several minutes to realise that normal human wasn't able to see souls. So, I came to my conclusion that he was some type of soul. The only thing to now find out was what he wanted and why he was carrying a Katana on his hip.
"Yes, but I don't see any reason for you to be here because of that."
His brown eyes narrowed together as if he was trying to find something but I wasn't sure what it was considering he was still staring right into my eyes.
"Who exactly are you?"
Opening my mouth to answer his question the door swung open and an older man with a white coat walked in looking at a folder. My mouth closed instantly and the older man's warm brown eyes looked at me and he started smiling.
With a simple nod from my side, he looked back at the stack of paper in his hand. My eyes glided back to the red-haired man that was rolling his eyes at the man.
"Well, good news. There is nothing wrong with your body beside a slight shock from the accident. You're good to go in a few hours. We will do a few tests and send you on your way back home."
He gave me a bright smile and without acknowledging the red head, walked back out.
"So, it's Celest?"
I rolled my eyes at the red haired man who's name I still didn't know.
"Officially it is right now. Before that, it was Kathy, before that Luna and so on. My real name isn't Celest if that is your question."
He gave me a confused nod and straightened up again.
"The name's Renji Abarai. Seated officer of squad eleven."
My eyebrows raised in confusion but I gave him a curt nod and finally sat up in my bed.
"My real name is Anastasiya Petrovna. Nice to meet you, Renji."
He gave me a nod and then turned towards another high pitched growl. His face contorted in displeasure and a second later his eyes found mine again.
"Well, congratulations on cheating death earlier. I will have to report back to Souls Society about this. We will stay in contact."
After that, he had leapt out o the open window and vanished. As promised a few days later he was suddenly standing in my Livingroom. Boxes were still scattered everywhere and I was definitely not feeling like unpacking. I knew in a few years I was going to leave again and living out of a few boxes seemed a lot easier at that time.
"What's up with all these boxes? Are you moving?"
It wasn't a very polite greeting but what was I expecting from a thug like him?
"No, I just moved here not too long ago and I haven't felt like unpacking yet. Why are you even here, Renji? Have you reported back to Souls Society or whatever you called it."
Renji sat down on a chair that was standing in the middle of the many boxes and rested his elbows on his knees.
"I have and you are to come with me back to see Head Captain Yamamoto."
After his words had left his mouth I had just stared at him for a few minutes.
"Come with you? To Souls Society? I don't even know what that Soul Society place is supposed to be."
My voice was weirdly calm and it seemed like my brain hadn't really registered the problem at hand.
"Yes, come with me to see Head Captain. Soul Society is the place where souls go after they die here. I'm something you would call a Shinigami. I come and collect these Souls and at the same time keep them safe from falling prey to Hollows."
With a loud huff, I blew my white blond hair out of my face. Ignoring my nervous tick he just kept rambling about souls and how everything worked.
"All you really need to know right now is that there are three realms. The realm of the living, in which we are right now. Hueco Mundo, the realm of the forgotten souls and Souls Society, the realm of the souls. Then there is also hell where souls go that did unforgivable things while in the Realm of the living. Soul Society is parted into different parts. One part is the Seireitei, it's where the Shinigami live and train and the place you'll be visiting."
Renji nodded and seemed contend with his explanation of the world I apparently live in. After I had stared at him for another few minutes he stood up and handed me an envelope. Written on it was my real name in an old fancy way.
"Before we can go there, though, you will have to go to Japan. Karakura Town to be more specific. A Shinigami lives there and he will be able to get you ready to go to Soul Society. Whatever you will be needing is inside this envelope. Your flight is tomorrow morning at five. I will be meeting you at the address. See you tomorrow."
With that he had vanished again. Confused I had opened the envelope and found a ticket, several thousand Yen, a Japanese passport issued under my real name and a small note with an address in Karakura Town.
Not really able to refuse I started packing a bag and got myself emotionally ready to meet apparently the Boss of the Shinigami and go into the realm of souls. I had hoped to be able to figure out what was wrong with me, why I wasn't able to go to Souls Society and why I wasn't able to die.