Final Hours....(Action Open to the Bleach Characters Only, Comments open to all.)
Captain Hitsugaya had suggested that it would be easier for me to not experience the world around me since I have already lived so long. He said that I had seen that there is to see and I do believe strongly that I should do at least one thing before I turn my back on this world completely. I want to write out what happened.
As everyone is well aware that I was a living doll, the circumstances that surrounded my plight were anything but pleasant. I am Drozell Keinz. I am a puppeteer, but most importantly, I was a man and a visonary. I lived and died for the love I have for people. No longer do I drift from one lifetime to another. No longer do I long to live. Now that I have a body and a pulse, a beating heart and emotions, I'm saddened that I have to leave, however I am relieved. I have always dreamed of dying old and grey that offered a lot to the youth of this world, but not that's not going to be possible. I am young forever and being forever young only means that I will only drift again.
I want mercy. I long for peace. I had a wonderful time while I was here in this time interacting and learning. If I had the chance to say the things that I wanted to say to Grace, Samantha, Watanuki and so many other nice people that I have met here, I would hug you all and kiss the girls. I was unable to because of the state I was in and I am sorry that I can't say my goodbyes to you in person.
As you have gathered, I am being released from this mortal shell and I will be going home where I belong with my beloved father, mother and Linda. I have my memories back and my soul is now whole. There is nothing left for me to do but to take one last bow before I go.
The adventures I had as the doll were memorable and the love that I have for all of you will carry on with me. I hope that you all will remember me. I'm actually shedding tears, real tears. I never had the heart to lie to anyone. I couldn't even if I rehearsed it a thousand times. I will genuinely miss you all.
I looked in the mirror for the first time since I had woken up and I hadn't aged a day since my death. It's almost disappointing and quite frightening. I had hoped to see the distinguishing features of my father upon my face, but I had not a ghost of his appearance. I was 21 when I had died and I am now 126 and that is harder to take when I saw the numbers and how much time HAD passed around me. I no longer belong here in a world that I cannot understand. I was unable to understand it before, but now.....I think it's time I left. I was forgotten and tossed aside.
I remember the pawn broker's shop. I remember the incredulous stares. I remember the horrible way I was treated when I was discovered to be less than human and viewed as a tool or a thing. I remember the angel Ash that used me as an instrument of death and he used my skills as a doll maker to make the dead living once more as dolls. How could I be so stupid!? All of those girls starting at me in my dreams asking me why. I have no answer for them and it hurts me so.....So many faces....so many tears.....so many lives all because of a selfish goal. Is anything ever pure?
I am disenchanted and jaded the more I saw. Even water is never truely pure. Even if it's blessed, it's still water and it serves a purpose. My usefulness is no longer valid in a time that I don't belong in. My eyes are open and I'm sorry that I didn't have the chance to know everyone.
While the Captain and I were searching for what remained of my soul and Le Mort Rouge, (The Red Death) I had seen death in the form of a child. She was hit by a passing truck while she was racing after a ball that got away from her hands. I was still the doll and I couldn't act. That's when we say him. His red hair and read coat was my biggest clue and without emotion, I pointed up to him and called his name to the Captain. My strings held him firm and the battle began for the release of my captured half.
Toushirou was magnificant in battle. His movements were precise and my strings were cut which released Le Mort Rouge. I was powerless as I watched. I will never forget the things that Captain Hitsugaya had done for me and in a flash, I was mortal once more in soul but my body was still made of wood. I ran to the little girl and held her in my arms once I removed her from the road. The parents were shocked and grief stricken as I was. So young.....so broken.....so lost......My wooden body didn't allow for tears, but I know that my heart was broken, all because of me. She died at my expense.
I heard the cackle from that red monstrosity and I ran to help. I knew that I couldn't die, but I know I ached. I was angry for the first time since as far back as I could remember. I wanted revenge! So I acted. It was the Captain and Lt. Matsumoto that told me to stay back. I was never so uncertain what to do. I was torn between wanting to kill Le Mort Rouge myself and helping those around me seek shelter. I chose the later. Through the din of battle, my joints couldn't be heard which made me a bit more accepted when help was given by me.
After the battle was done and Le Mort Rouge was vanquished, it was my turn. Captain Hitsugaya and Lieutenant Matsumoto sought me out in the shelter under the house and there I was with the family and I looked up. It was time for me to leave. I looked at the family and bowed for their gratitude toward me. I think they realized that I still didn't have a human body, but I think it was the intentions behind my actions that they were most gracious for.
I now stand in the middle of the chosen location where I want to depart. It's a peaceful area in Japan that is surrounded by natural beauty and the background is the ocean that is over looked by a hill. This is where I stand. The sun is now setting and I smile one last time......Goodbye. I love you all.