Karakura Town, 2001

Hiroshi's POV

         My name is Hiroshi Honda, age 15, and I'm just an ordinary high school student.  Though, saying that I'm ordinary is putting it lightly.  But that's beside the point.  Right now, me, Ichigo Kurosaki, Orihime Inoue, Yashitoro Sado (aka Chad), and Uryū Ishida are down in some...quite really large room that's underneath...a candy shop.

Hiroshi: Seriously, it still surprises me that a room this huge was under our noses the entire time.

When I said that, this guy with the stripe hat appears in front of me.

"Kisuke Urahara"

Kisuke: Nice, isn't it?

You're probably wondering how I got myself into this situation.  Well...it started a few months back...

Two months earlier

I was on my way home after a long day of school.  It was late, because I volunteered to stay behind and help clean up the building.  As I was heading home, I hear my phone ringing, so I pick take it out of my pocket and answered it, as it's my aunt.

Hiroshi: Hey, Aunt Shizuka.

Aunt (on phone): [Hiro-kun, are you okay?  It's was getting late, and I was worried.]

Hiroshi: Sorry, Auntie, I was helping with the cleaning, so a I've lost track.

Aunt: [Okay.  Just hurry back home.  And be careful, there are sometimes delinquents that hang out around there.]

Hiroshi: *smirks* Don't worry, mom, I'll be extra careful.

After that, I hang up my phone.  But as soon as I did that, I hear some snickering coming from behind me.  I simply sigh to myself as I know how this is going to turn out in the end.  I put my bag down and turn around, facing an ordinary delinquent.

Hiroshi: What do you guy want.  I'm a bit for something.

Punk: *smug* Heh.  *pulls out a knife* How 'bout you give me your money?

Soon, I see that he's not alone, as a couple of his buddies appears and surrounded me, all armed.

Hiroshi: *inhales and sighs*

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I dusts my hands up and went my merry way.  Behind me...were the punks, who are now on the ground, bruised, but still breathing.  Though, I can't say for their damaged prides.

Punk 2: *groaning* Boss...what should we do...?

Punk 1: *wincing in pain* I have...no idea...

Punk 3: *high pitched voice* He kept kicking me in the dick.  Why?  Why did he kicked me in the dick?

Later

I finally made it home.  Once inside, I made my announcement.

Hiroshi: I'm home!

After making my announcement, my aunt shows up from the kitchen while wearing her apron.

"Mari Honda (age 36)"

Mari: Welcome back, Hiroshi.  *sees a blood stain on Hiroshi's shirt* *gasps* Hiroshi, what happened to you!?  Why is there blood on your shirt.

Hiroshi: Hm?  *notices the blood on his shirt* Oh, that.  *waves it off* Don't worry, it's not mine.  Must've been from one of those punks I punched when on my way back.

Mari: Hiroshi!  You shouldn't be getting into fights with strangers.  We've been through this.

Hiroshi: Come on, Aunt Shizuka, there's nothing to worry about.  Besides, they started the fight.  I was simply defending myself.

Shizuka: *sighs in frustration* What am I going to do with you, young man?

Mari: *shrugs his shoulders* Nothing much.  It's always the same with me.  Some idiots pick a fight with me, they get knocked out.  Simple as that.  Anyways, I got the bag of rice.  I'll help you get dinner ready.

We both head to the kitchen to finish up preparing dinner.  After dinner, I head upstairs and off to bed.

The next day

I was walking to school when I stop and noticed something (or someone) right over my head.  It looked like a person in black kimono.  I shrugged it off and continue my way to school.  As I was walking, I see a very familiar face.

"Ichigo Kurosaki (age 15)"

Hiroshi: Hey, Ichigo...

Ichigo: Hm?  *turns and sees Hiroshi* Oh, hey, Hiroshi.  What's up.

Ichigo and I have been friends since we were kids.  We always have each other's back.  Anyway, I reached into my bag and pulled out the game he lent me last month.

Hiroshi: Here's the game you lend me a month ago.

Ichigo: *takes the game* Thank, dude.

Karakura High School, Class 1-3

Class was going as usual.  After the lesson is finished, we chatted forma bit.  Ichigo mentioned about what happened yesterday.  Apparently, some assholes knocked over a flower vase that were for a little girl that lost her life.

Hiroshi: Seriously, don't they have any respect for the dead? 😒

Ichigo: My thoughts exactly.

Hiroshi: So, what are you gonna do after school?

Ichigo: I'm gonna go buy some new flowers.

Hiroshi: That's nice to hear.

???: SNEAK ATTACK!!!

Before my 'attacker' came at me, I easily grabbed his arm and flipped him over my shoulder and to the wall.

Hiroshi: (-_-) Keigo, you should know by now that sneak attacks won't work if you're just going to shout your presence out. 

"Keigo Asano (age 15)"

Hiroshi: (-_-) Keigo, when you're gonna learn?

???: *nonchalant* Probably never.

We turn to see Mizuiro, another one of our classmates.

"Mizuiro Kojima (age 15)"

Hiroshi: Yeah, you're probably right.

I then look up to see another noticable face.  He's quite big, but is our age, and with a stoic expressio.

"Yashitoro Sado (aka Chad, age 15)"

Hiroshi: Het, Chad.

Chad: *stoic* Hm.

Later

After school was done, I sat at my desk, eating my lunch, as I've forgotten to eat again, aside from drinking my milk.  As I was eating, I heard a female voice.

???: Yo, Hiroshi.

???: Hello, Hiroshi.

I look up as I recognized the voices.  They were two of my female classmates, Orihime and Tatsuki.

"Orihime Inoue (age 15)"

"Tatsuki Arisawa (age 15)"

Hiroshi: Oh, hey guys.  What're y'all doing today?

Tatsuki: We should ask you that.  Normally you be home around this time.

Hiroshi: Well, I'd haven't ate lunch.  Also, it's much quieter to eat lunch in peace.

Orihime: Hey, if you like, I can make you something for tomorrow.

Hiroshi: Sure.

Tatsuki: *mutters* Im surprised you're able to stand her cooking.

Hiroshi: What was that? 🤨

Tatsuki: Oh, nothing. 😅

Later

Hiroshi: See you both tomorrow.

Tatsuki: Yeah, same here.

Orihime: Goodbye, Hiroshi. 😄

I waved them goodbye and head my way home.  As I was walking, I stop to notice...a ghost, whom I recognized as the old man who died.  But what's really noticable was that he has a chain embedded in his chest, and the last time I saw it, it was a bit longer than before.

Hiroshi: Hey, gramps.  How's it going today?

Gramps: Hm?  Oh, hello, Hiroshi.  Today, things have been quite the same.

Hiroshi: *nods* Hm.  Okay then.

Also, I haven't told anybody this......but I can see spirits of the dead.  I never told anyone, my aunt, or even my friends about this 'cause if I did, they'll think I'm crazy.  Back on topic, I wish the spirit the best of luck and take my leave.  I then felt that same presence of what I felt this morning.

Hiroshi's thoughts: Who was that...?

No POV

As Hiroshi heads back home, the mysterious figure felt something that was unfamiliar to her.

???'s thoughts: I feel a strange presence coming from this area.  It's similar to the spiritual pressure I've felt from earlier.  Where is this coming from...?

To be continued