(Death Note) The Years Flow Like Water

I've added more words to every chapter. Readers who haven't finished reading should start with Chapter 28, The Invitation. Quite a few chapters have been revised, so interested readers can start from the beginning. Male leads: Shiba Kaien and Ichimaru Gin. The story begins 74 years before the events of Bleach, 36 years after Urahara Kisuke and Shihouin Yoruichi were exiled... The heroine is younger than Byakuya and Ichimaru Gin, but older than Rukia and Renji's class. The heroine transmigrates and knows the plot. She is Urahara Kisuke's cousin, a noble raised in the Seireitei from childhood, and has a fairly independent, strong-willed personality. Childhood sweethearts, bickering rivals, memories of days gone by, tender affection, and a tangled bond of love and murderous intent... "Father!!!" Many years later, whenever Shiina Qingyuan thought back to that night, the only thing echoing through her mind was her own piercing cry, ringing out day after day without end. Kaien casually waved over his shoulder. His back was bright and carefree, and the setting sun gilded his outline, giving him the warm, dry feel of wood. Despite all the twists and turns that came later, Shiina Qingyuan always felt that meeting Shiba Kaien had been an extraordinary stroke of good fortune! He was very good at getting along with people and was never short of companions or friends. But the care between ordinary friends was nothing like the sight of her being the first person he saw when he woke. Having people around could ease loneliness, but it was nothing like the warmth and sense of belonging that came from knowing one particular person cared about you and held you close in their thoughts: the profound bonds and longing that become part of your life. "If Brother Kaien's beauty trick works, please don't hold back next time!" I knew it. Ichimaru Gin never cares what other people think or how they feel. He says only what he wants to say, watches only the show he wants to watch, and uses his own words to throw others off and make them dance to his tune. Someone who sees right through human nature and enjoys toying with people's hearts as he watches them struggle is only worth dealing with if you're looking for a beating or have lost your mind. "I just realized, in that moment, that if I didn't give him the persimmon cake in my hand right then, I probably never would get another chance." What beautiful river water, its gentle light and shadows rising and falling beneath the moon as it surged eagerly toward the distance, like the passing years, flowing on without end... Theme: