On the five hundred and fifteenth day since Rukia lost contact with him, Ichigo saw her in a dream.
In the dream, London's air trembled and the sky was burning. A Soul Reaper with a blade of snow rode a dragon out of a phone booth.
While on a business trip, Rukia runs into an adult Ichigo on the streets of London. A handsome fifteen-year-old boy is with him, too.
As the orange-haired young man's gaze grows increasingly complicated, a unicorn smashes through the ceiling of the Tate Gallery behind them...
It's probably a Soul Reaper version of Fantastic Beasts in London.
A British adventure about a slightly literary, slightly jealous exchange student and a slightly naive, slightly straightforward Soul Reaper.
I'll balance the characters' strength where necessary to keep it from getting too out of hand.
Pure romance. No melodramatic angst.
This novel is in the works as a pre-release. Celebrating Bleach's October premiere!
My other Rukia story, a no-couple novel called A Soul Reaper's Job, is complete.
Theme: Long live youth.
