Kushira Hikamara slipped out of her division quietly. She had someplace to be. She went to the same place every year. Twice a year to be exact. Ever since she and her sister were separated she left flowers. She looked at the bundle of forget-me-nots in her hand. Every July 25th she would leave snowdrops, hope, they meant.
Hope that one day, maybe they'd find each other again. Hope that she was doing well. On the 12th of December she would leave a bundle of forget-me-nots. Do you remember me? Do you miss me?
She gazed up at the sky wondering if her sister was looking at the same stars she was. Probably not. It was a nice sentimental thought though. She wondered if they'd ever see each other again. Or were they destined to stay apart?
The questions plagued her as she reached the small clearing. Setting down the flowers at the base of the tree they would sit under, she whispered a silent prayer. Did her sister know she sent her a wish every year? A tear tracked down her cheek. Her sister had sacrificed herself under this very tree, on this very day. She wondered if she even remembered. Sometimes she wishes she had been taken too. At least they would be together. What are you doing now?
I hope you're okay…I think about you every day…do you miss me?
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Tier Harribel walked through the desert of Hueco Mundo holding a bundle of carnations. Every year, on December 12th she would put flowers, pink and red carnations, "I miss you". I miss your voice. I miss my big sister.
And every year, on April 1st, she would put a bundle of flowers on the spot where she first arrived in Hueco Mundo. Blue Salvia, "I think of you". She thought of her sister all the time. Even worried about her.
She gazed at the sky, the sky that was always night. She didn't mind though. Night was good. Night was dark. How things had changed. Do you still think of me? Do you miss me?
She reached the place where she first entered Hueco Mundo. She didn't really remember that day. She remembered hearing her sister scream her name. She set the flowers down at the base of a nearby quartz tree. She looked at her hands, her dark skin against the white sand. Sometimes she hated it. If she could cry, she would shed a tear for her sister. She contented herself with sending a wish to her and hoping she got it. What are you doing now?
I miss you every day…I think about you all the time…do you remember me?
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The question they ask each other silently, twice a year:
Do you miss me?