Family Ties : Complete

This timeline is different from my main Yukio Nenjikuji timeline. In this one, it was a test of my emotional skills, I have got a lot better now. It goes from before, to Soul Society, to the end. She is named Kimi Jeagerjaques in this as this was the original name I came up with, and I liked it too much to toss it away. This was written before I changed her name to be Yukio Nenjikuji, it's the same character but a old bit of writing.

Please enjoy my work.

Chapter 1 : Before

Family is important, more than most people would think. They care for you, feed you and love you. My parents died at a very young age, in a freak accident, which left me in the care of my two older twin brothers, Yukio and Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. Two stunning young men, both quite tall and both had the same personality. Obnoxious. Since our parents died, we lived in a small apartment just outside of Karakura town, that was, until our second tragedy. We were all out of money, and had to sell our house. We couldn't afford the rent on any other place and ended up on the street. My precious brothers looked after me, by getting any job they could to feed us. They held me higher than themselves; I didn't deserve their hard work.

Our family was plagued with disaster, and the last tragedy my wonderful brothers would ever see hit them hard and ended their lives. I was 10 at the time. We were walking home to our shoddy apartment, on a low budget it was all we could afford. Across the street was a fight, between two rival gangs, who were arguing over their turf. A few stray shots and knife wounds later, I was alone. They thought we were imposing, and they went for me, but Yukio and Grimmjow stepped in front to protect me. They told them to get lost and leave us alone, but it only angered them more. Grimmjow offered to fight them; his nature was to fight on impulse. They shot Yukio in the head, and knifed Grimmjow in the heart, both falling dead before my own feet. We shared a close bond, closer than anyone I had ever cared for, even my own mother. You could say our souls were one. So when they died, a part of me died too. The police sirens sounded and before they could kill me too, they made a break for it.

And so, as soon as it had happened, I was all alone. I was left to fend for myself, only having a few possessions of my own. And of course a picture of the three of us, locked inside a silver heart pendant. I really relied on them, but now I had myself to rely on. To keep myself going no matter what.

I grew up, attended school and passed with mediocre grades. I lived in an abandoned warehouse, with only a badly made fire to help my warmth. I had lived for 16 long years, and the last 6 had torn me apart in so many ways, I didn't know how I had managed to pull myself together. I hardly ate and my figure definitely showed it. My face was pale and white, and my hair was short and choppy, in a pitch black colour. My eyes had grown dark from the pain I had experienced, but I knew that through it all, I was still a strong person.

I wanted to dedicate my life to bring the killers of my precious brothers to justice, eradicate all bad souls and evil from the world. For all the suffering they made me go through I would make them feel it 10 fold.

I had lived for ages, ages in agony and having nothing to live for. Other than to bring the people to justice, I was just waiting for the end. And possibly a chance to see my brothers once more.

The second I looked up, the second I opened my eyes, I knew this was not worth it any more. The grey haze over my head was like a damp wet cloth, suffocating whoever was under it. I couldn't take any more of this madness. This torture. This suffering. I was 21, just 21 years of age, and already it was enough for me. I hoped my brothers had found heaven where they so deserved to be, I deserved to be in limbo for the rest of my life. I was going to end it all, every bit of suffering was going to end now.

I took a pistol which had been loaded ever since I picked it up from the scene of my brother's murder, and held it to my own head, knowing this was the end of all things. My hand wasn't shaking at all, like you see in movies, and I stared out of the window at the beautiful sunset and clenched my finger over the trigger as a single crystal tear rolled down my pale face.

...it was over...

...all pain... ...all suffering...

...the refreshing cleansing feeling...

...I loved it as it fell over my body and cleansed my mind and soul...

...I awoke above my deceased body...

...ready to start anew...

I looked over my body, the pistol still clenched in my hand. I could hear the screams of people and police rushing to the scene. But it didn't matter now, and I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I turned around, and looked at her, the female standing in front of me.

“.....W-who are you...” I shakily said, the nerves still rife in my voice.

She smiled softly, and held out her hand. “My name is not important. I'm here to take you to the Soul Society.”

I took her hand, and that was the end of my mortal life. Not the way I wanted to go, but my problems were solved. I was going to a better place.

I arrived in the Soul Society, which to me seemed like some kind of afterlife. She directed me to some kind of miniature city, like a village of people. I turned to her, and tried to put up my brave face.

“Who are you? You just appeared out of nowhere...”

As she heard my voice she turned to me and smiled. “I'm a soul reaper, and I collect the souls from the world of the living. What's your name?”

I scratched my head, was my name really important now? “...Kimi...Kimi Jeagerjaques...” I stuttered. “Do you know where my brothers are? They died a long time before me...”

The soul reaper tried to look sympathetic. “I...I don't know how to tell you this, but it's nion impossible to find any family members here.”

I tried to keep my brave face. “N-No it's all right...It doesn't matter. Where am I anyway? I know this is the Soul Society.” I tried to change the subject.

I looked around, it was a pretty well kept place. She put a hand on my shoulder. “Not everyone gets my personal touch, but you seem like you could really need it. This is rukon district 5. Find a family or someone to take care of.” she said, before she turned around and started to leave.