This is my companion piece to meganimexiii's "Midnight Sun" (www. fanfiction. net/ s/ 4303588/ 1/)-Take out the spaces. This is the story of Akako, my original character from her story. Hope you enjoy it. Please review.

Sorry to anyone who's waiting for me to update "Changes" but I can't seem to write it and I don't want to have the chapter suffer from me forcing it

Chapter 1:

Finally I was getting to go home. I had been stuck in the real world for what seemed like an eternity. Truthfully it was only about four months but for some reason this trip seemed to drag. For someone with a life span as long as mine four months should've seemed like nothing, but this visit got to me.

The monotony of killing hollows had never been my idea of fun. Hollows just didn't put up that much of a fight. It was rare that I found a hollow anymore that took more than one blow to kill. I fully shared my captain's view on fighting and hollows always seemed like a waste of time. Although necessary, fighting a hollow was never enjoyable.

My time in Karakura Town would've been better if I didn't have to spend it with the company I had. I had been sent with Rukia Kuchiki to clear out the recent hollow infestation and make sure that all acting shinigami in the area were informed of any of the new policies. I had no personal problem with Rukia but she was never one to fight more than what she considered necessary to train. She also spent much of her time with the substitute shinigami Ichigo Kurosaki. The two of them no longer tried to hide the fact that they were together and were often much too lovey-dovey for my taste.

When I had finally gotten bored enough, I went to Urahara Kisuke's shop to make use of his underground training area. After being conned into buying something I was sure I would never need he let me train with Yoruichi Shihoin. Fighting with her was about the only highlight of my time in Karakura Town. Yoruichi deserved her title of "Goddess of Flash". She was faster than anyone I had fought previously. I was currently the fastest person in soul society, although Soi Fon refused to give me the title, not that I really cared, and Yoruichi was still always one step ahead of me. She was, by far, the best fight I had in a long time.

I was forced to train with Ichigo once, just so he could get more experience with different fighting styles, but didn't get to spar with him again. According to Ichigo I "reminded him too much of Kenpachi" and he "feared for his life" while sparring with me. I guess the fact that I never held back, just like my captain, didn't go over too well with him. I had managed to force him into his hollow form before Urahara made us stop and heal before one of us was actually killed. I didn't mind dying during a good battle, but Ichigo still seemed to favor his life.

The cycle of killing hollows, underground training and dips in the healing spring continued until even the good battles barely broke up the day. Luckily it had finally come to an end. Today I got to go home and resume the life I enjoyed in the Seretei. At the gate I was forced to wait for Rukia to finish her goodbyes to Ichigo before we could leave. I attempted to advert my eyes and ignore them as much as possible but there was only so much I could do.

When we finally got through the gate Rukia and I took off in opposite directions. She left for the Kuchiki manor while I headed for the small apartment I shared with Renji. We had been dating for some time and had finally decided that it would be easier if he just stayed at my apartment instead of traveling back and forth. I figured my trip to see Zaraki-taicho could wait until after I visited Renji. I was sure that neither Zaraki or Yachiru would notice that I didn't check in as soon as I was back.

I took my time traveling through the streets that lead back to my apartment. As boring as the trip to the real world had been, it was still tiring. I didn't feel the need to exert myself anymore than necessary, so I walked. I tucked my spiritual pressure in as much as possible so I didn't disturb anyone in the area. Relief washed over me as my building came into view. I hadn't realized how much I longed to merely be in my own home until this moment. I could only imagine how nice sleeping in my own bed again would be.

I came through the door and hung my zanpaktou next to Zabimaru. After removing my shoes I headed into the rest of the house. I could feel Renji's familiar reiatsu in our room so I started towards the back of the apartment. Quietly, I opened the door, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep. What I saw when I entered he room was not what I was expecting.

Renji was, from what I could see, completely naked with a small woman wrapped around him. I was frozen in place. I tried to move, to say something, to at least make them stop, but I couldn't will my body to comply. My heart pounded in my ears and I could barely breathe. In my paralyzed state I lost the tight hold I kept on my reiatsu. Renji looked up when my spirit pressure hit him, finally realizing that I was home. He froze when his eyes met mine, cursed under his breath and jumped off the bed, bringing the sheet with him. This put him directly in front of me, with the tiny shinigami scrambling to find something to cover herself up with.

"Akako...please, please don't freak. I'm so, so, so sorry. I had no idea you were supposed to be home today. I was planning to tell you before you found out for yourself..." I could no longer tell his words apart. My heart was drowning out any other sound that was attempting to find its way into my ears. I knew he was still talking but all I could do was stare blankly at the bed. Suddenly I was broken out of my stupor by Renji's hot hands on my arms. I snapped. My hand shot out and punched him in the face as hard as I could.

"Don't you dare fucking touch me Renji!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The girl on the bed shook as I released the full force of my spiritual pressure. "How could you?! I was gone four fucking months and you couldn't even make it that long?! And as if it wasn't bad enough you were cheating on me, you had to go and do it in MY bed?! You're a fucking asshole!"

I had lost it. In my head I debated the most painful ways to kill him. I was slightly upset that I didn't have my zanpaktou with me but that didn't matter. My time in the second squad had trained me in hand to hand combat. I could easily assassinate someone with my hands in the same amount of time it would take me to do it with a blade. At the moment I could think of at least a dozen different ways to violently murder him.

I looked down to see that Renji was still on the floor where he fell when I hit him. The girl was still frozen in place by my spiritual pressure alone. The fear in her eyes made me sober slightly. I didn't want to be tried for murder, no matter how much better his death might make me feel.

"Put clothes on and leave before I do something I will regret later." I stated through clenched teeth while leaving the room.

I stood in the living room, facing the window even though my eyes were tightly closed, attempting to do my best to calm myself. I went through every breathing exercise I knew until I at least had control over my reiatsu. I heard the girl pass behind me and leave as fast as she could, muttering an apology on her way out. From what I could tell of her spiritual pressure she wasn't even a ranked officer. I almost felt bad for releasing the full force of mine on her...almost. I could tell Renji had stopped across the room behind me.

"Akako, I really am sorry."

"Shut up Renji. Just tell me something."

"What?"

"When did this start?"

"'bout a month after you left."

" Who is she?"

"Her name's Uta. She's a member of the sixth."

I couldn't help the manic laugh that shook my body, "Sleeping with your subordinates." I shook my head and continued, "Was she the only one?"

"I wish I could tell ya she was, but no."

"How many?" At this point I had almost completely removed myself from the conversation. I was just interrogating someone for information. Each answer still stung, but I needed to know the answers. Between anger and being emotionless, emotionless made it hurt less.

"Five, I think, but she was the only one that was more than once."

At his answer a silence fell over the room. We stayed like that for a moment before I started to leave.

"I need to get out of here. Take your stuff and find somewhere else to stay. I don't want to see you when I get back. There's no guarantee I'll be able to calm myself if I see you again later."

I wasn't sure where I planned on going but I knew I had to go somewhere. I walked until I found myself at Urahara and Yoruichi's underground training area in the seretei. I figured it was probably a good idea to take out some of my aggression before heading anywhere else and headed inside. I realized once there that my zanpaktou was still hanging on the wall in my apartment. I decided to destroy some of the landscape without it and proceeded to take out my anger on the nearby rock formations. Once I was as physically tired as I was mentally I decided to stop. I looked down to see that my hands where bright red with my own blood. I watched the crimson liquid travel down my pale skin and drip to the ground. I was not in the state to care if I was injured.

Without bothering to even clean my wounds I headed to the top of Soukyoku Hill. Once there I sat on the ground overlooking Soul Society with my knees curled up to myself. I didn't care that I was getting my own blood all over my clothing. I could feel the tears running down my face but didn't care enough to attempt to remove them.

My entire body felt like it had shut off. I wasn't sure how long I sat there before I heard someone call my name from behind me. I stayed where I was, unable to get myself to respond to the familiar voice. I was afraid that if I did anything, anything at all, that my emotions would take me over again. I forced myself to look up when he finally got to me.

"Akako, are you alright?"

I forced myself to shake my head. I was far from alright at the moment. I was glad it was Shuuhei that found me though. I'd known him since we were in the academy, so I knew he wouldn't push me for answers.

"What happened to your hands?"

I looked down to see him gently turning my right hand over in both of his. Most of the blood had combined with the dirt and dried onto my skin. He looked up to my face for a moment but I was still fascinated with my hands. When he realized he wasn't going to get an answer out of me he began to move.

"Come on, let's get you to Retsu."

Without asking if I could stand he picked me up and carried me to the fourth squad. When we got the he placed me on a bed and went to tell Unohana-taicho what he knew. I tuned out their conversation and went back to flexing my hands and feeling the pain shoot through my arms. I knew I had at least a few fractures in each hand, and then there was the fact that my skin was torn to pieces. As feeling started to come back to my body, I realized just how dumb of an idea taking out my aggression without a weapon had been.