Born from an American-Japanese family, Tony grew during his first years on America, roughly when he was 18, his family had to move to Japan, to his mothers hometown, due to the pressure of his mother, once he got there, Tony had problems getting into social life, it also didn’t help that Tony wasn’t so regular as a boy.

He quite doesn’t remember where it began but he does remember he came home one night and outside there was a hovering boy on his front yard, he shook his head, maybe it was just him mind playing tricks from being tired, yet there he was, he had actually appeared in front of him, startling him, it didn’t took time to realize he couldn’t only see him, but hear him and even touch him.

It didn’t take so much time for him to become friends with the boy, who was roughly 16 when he passed away, he learned his name was Kyle Blake, a kid that was runned over by a car 8 years ago on the very place where Tony lived, Tony remembered that he had discover this just yesterday so he thought he was product of his mind, during all of his time he spend with him, he thinked he was an imaginary friend, one that could be touched...

As the time went on Kyle became like a little brother to Tony, even when Tony was younger than him, Tony could swear sometimes his parents even saw Kyle, sadly anything good came to an end, so he had to say goodbye to Kyle when he moved to Japan, Kyle misunderstood all of this, he thought Tony had abandoned him.

Tony spend one year on Japan, on his mother’s hometown, Sagamiyama, at the same time, strange occurrences began to happen to his family, his father commented that he saw a man floating over a building and while he was buying groceries,

Yet that didn’t prepare Tony for what was going to happen, once he laid of his bed to sleep, he heard rumble outside his house, woken up by the noise, Tony grabbed a flashlight and went to see what was going on, he was met by a girl, or well, the spirit of a girl, just then, just then he realized. Kyle wasn’t an imaginary friend, he was a spirit, just as that girl, Kyle WAS the boy that was runned over where he lived.

It didn’t took time before Tony met what was chasing the girl, it was a large, hollow chested monster, with a mask covering where its face should be, with a terrifying shriek it ignored the spirit of the girl completely and began to dash towards Tony, it struck him with powerful hits, sending him flying to a wall, to his surprise, the monster could speak, and with only two words, he chilled Tony’s spine.

“W-Why… Anthony…”, Tony realized almost immediately, that monster wasn’t a demon nor anything that a normal person would suppose, it was Kyle, or at least that was the last he thought before the monster struck its arm on his chest, he puked blood before passing out, was he… dead???

No. The blow, surprisingly, did not killed him, yet he was close, too close, he saw a blade cutting the monsters arm before it could strike him again, the blade slashed a cross-section on the chest of the monster, before the wielder of the sword could kill it, it ran away, far away from the sword-wielder.

Tony woke up on his bed, with a Lady in a black robe in front of him, he was scared, and touched the place where the monster had struck him, he was healed, in fact, he was more than healed, he felt stronger than ever, he stood up and flexed his muscles, despite there was no change on those, he felt a bit disappointed, the lady struck him on the back of the head for this foolery.

“Agh… heck!!! I hate Japanese people and they’re strange ways to make a person quit it!!!”, Tony said to the Lady, she revealed herself to be a Shinigami, and also explained to him what were the Shinigami and the Basics of Soul Society, she told him about the selecting of new “Substitute” Shinigamis.

“So I'm going to guide ghosts to the otherworld?”, The Lady nodded, she could almost tell she was going to regret this, she left him with the message that tomorrow he would begin his duty. As she marched away from his house, she couldn’t believe she had chosen a random human to be a shinigami.

Tony himself finds a bit confused about his new status as a Shinigami. Will he need to fight against those hollow chested creatures? he could only imagine that he indeed was going to fight, though, he is weirdly charmed by that idea, he really liked playing “Knight” as a kid, maybe this is like that. is totally like that right?!? right…???

From the beginning Mitsuaki was unwanted. Left as just a crying babe at the children’s orphanage in Tokyo, he began his life as just another child that grew up without parents. The staff of the orphanage were kind enough, he guessed, but it wasn’t the same as seeing children walking the streets with their actual parents, all laughing and loving and being happy. He wasn’t laughing and happy in the orphanage. He wasn’t loved.

It was hard not to get into fights when you had that kind of mindset. School was a struggle, Mitsuaki finding himself friendless and the butt of other people’s jokes, so his fists made friends for him. He earned himself the title of Bully Orphan, and it only caused a larger rift between him and his peers. New students were always turned against him by the rumors circulating the school halls, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care at all. Not even a tiny bit. Being friendless was fine. If it was always going to be this way, then he would learn to never let it get to him.

With the passing of time came change, though, and when he turned 15 his whole life turned upside down. The older kids in the orphanage were never adopted, most adult families wanting young ones to mold into their own perfect children, but the Suzuma couple was different. They were older, getting on in their years, and young children would just cause them more pain than it was worth. Mitsuaki was the oldest in the orphanage at this point, and even with the caretakers trying to urge the Suzuma’s towards some of the younger residents, they chose to sit with Mitsuaki.

The silence filled the room as Chiaki Suzuma and her husband Eijiro Suzuma filled out the paperwork to take Mitsuaki home. Finally, the boy spoke. “Why do you want me?” He could barely look them in the eyes. 15 years of his life had gone by without any parental figure, why would the next 15 be any different? Chiaki smiled at him as Eijiro kept filling out the papers, not bothering to look up from the scribbling.

“You have a soft soul,” her voice was soothing, and she stood, moving to the couch that Mitsuaki sat in. She sat next to him, taking his hand. “And every soul deserves a chance to excel.”

He was blown away at the kindness radiating from her very being, her smile shining more than a thousand stars. Maybe having a family, even this late in the game, wouldn't be that bad. Mitsuaki cried from happiness that day for the first time in his life.

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Home life with the Suzuma family was…for lack of a better word, it was different. There wasn't much noise as a whole, but the air was different. Fresher. Not that the orphanage was dirty or anything it was just…it wasn't the same.

There was another boy that lived with the Suzuma’s. Juno Suzuma was an orphan too, adopted by Chiaki and Eijiro. He was loud and obnoxious and took so much thrill in just living life that Mitsuaki thought he would hate his new older brother. Instead, the two were soon inseparable, bonding as brothers and truly becoming family. The years flew by for Mitsuaki, passing in the blink of an eye. Finally, he was nineteen.

In the four years that has passed he has learned how to drive. He has learned about the various bands that filled the world with their songs (not that he didn't know about them before, he just had no real way to listen.) Juno took him on regular excursions into the City of Tokyo, far away from their small town of Sagamiyama. He was finally living, and growing, and thriving.

Leaving Sagamiyama that fateful winters day though…it just about ruined his life.

The brothers had made their way to Tokyo, the holiday shopping about to begin. Streets alive with the whole of Tokyo, it seemed, they didn't pay any attention to those around them. Their adoptive mom and dad were on their minds, the pair discussing between them what sort of presents they would shower their parents with. It was the first Christmas since Juno had gotten a job, and he was eager to spend as much of his hard earned money on the family he wanted to thank.

Icy roads and snow greeted the drivers of Japan that day, but late shoppers were out in droves trying to get what they could. It was these conditions that caused the car to skid, going way too fast in rough weather, causing the driver to lose control. Juno noticed just in time to try to push Mitsuaki out of the way, although it wouldn’t do much good for the younger brother, and took the brunt of the hit from the car. Juno was pronounced dead at the scene, the car hitting Mitsuaki hard enough to hospitalize him in critical condition for a few months. Among all of the bystanders, they had it the worse, a few others around them only being partially injured.

It was touch and go for Mitsuaki in the hospital, his body almost giving in to death a few times, but he ultimately survived. With his survival though, came the guilt of being the survivor for the accident. He had nothing real to offer to society - Juno was the one that should have lived. It haunted Mitsuaki, and it was almost as if…almost as if he could still hear Juno, calling out to him. Telling him not to worry, that he would never leave their family.

Wait.

He had begun to see pulses, ghosts that hadn’t passed on yet. Thinking that it was just from the accident, that his brain still hadn't healed completely, he was able to push everything he saw into the realm of imagination until it was Juno that was hovering in front of him. Mitsuaki didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. His brother was here, his ghostly spirit promising to never leave his side. Even in death, he would protect him, and help him grow as much as he possibly could, until Mitsuaki himself joined him in the afterlife.