A/N: Sorry for the long delay, but the new story is finally up! For anyone who has not read the first one, please do, it will help everything make sense. This story takes place during the Soul Society Arc and The Hueco Mundo Arc.

Disclaimer : I do not own Bleach, or Okami

Chapter 1

Byakuya stood in his garden gazing towards the tree that stood just outside his home. It seemed though he had not really been looking at the tree, but in a memory. He had been so lost in thought; he almost didn't feel the presence from above on his roof until he heard her cheerful singing voice.

"B-ya-ku-a-kun! I- want - to – play – with – you!" The voice sang teasingly before a figure shot from his roof straight at him, katana extended. Byakuya quickly moved out of the way, not even causing one hair to come out of place from his kenseikan. The attacker didn't pause, she knew exactly what moves he would perform and she quickly followed suit, attacking again. This time Byakuya drew his own zanpaktou and blocked her attack quickly. She quickly leapt back avoiding his counter attack.

"After all this time, you still have no skill with a sword Tawara-san." Byakuya said with no emotion as always.

Amaya gripped the sword tightly, but grinned.

"At least my guard wasn't down. Had fun day dreaming?" She didn't bother for an answer but came at him again. He saw it coming and quickly brought his zanpaktou down on her, leaving a gash along her arm. Amaya resisted the urge to grab her arm in pain, and leapt back, her eyes narrowing and never leaving Byakuya.

"An Asauchi can never inflict damage on me. You have been given powers that you ignore. You really are the worst Ôkami Carrier that has ever existed. You are nothing more than a package for them." Byakuya sheathed his zanpaktou. "I do not need my sword to defeat you."

It was as if a switch turned on and reatsu started to grow around Amaya, and in a second she was gone. As quickly as she disappeared she reappeared behind Byakuya kicking him in the back, hard.

"Hana!" Amaya shouted, calling Hanagami's powers. She did not have to finish calling the great spirits name before vines erupted from the earth, grabbing and constraining Byakuya before he could hit one of the walls of the manor. "Don't take me so lightly!"

Now Byakuya had no choice other than to redraw his zanpaktou. Quickly he severed the vines that tied him down, and was gone in a flash. Amaya spun fast enough to block his attack from behind. Finally he gave in and released his zanpaktou. Amaya leapt back and flung out her arms and cried "Kazegami!" A strong wind blew the shattered blades back and Byakuya's zanpaktou reformed.

They continued to clash, but soon enough Byakuya had her cornered. Byakuya made his move to slash her again, but this time she dropped her sword and grabbed his arm, stopping his attack. She didn't wait even a second before calling Gekigami's name making her good arm crackle with the flow electricity. Byakuya tried to block her, but her hand landed on his chest before he could do anything, sending a jolt right through him, the attack strong enough to make fly and crash against the opposite wall and falling into some of his prized flower bushes.

"Byakuya!" Amaya cried.

She quickly ran up to his crumpled form and dropped on her knees next to him. She started to shake him, panicked.

"Byakuya-kun! Wake up!" she pleaded.

She immediately checked for a pulse, hoping she didn't stop his heart. She sighed in relief when she felt a steady pulse.

"Byakuya, get up." Amaya said, still kneeling next to him. He didn't answer. She narrowed her eyes, and called to him again. "Stop playing dead! I know you're alive. Get up." Again he didn't reply. Now she was getting annoyed. Amaya then raised her hand and slapped him on the face and his eyes flew open, and then narrowed as he touched the hot spot on his cheek.

"Did you just smack me?" He asked her.

"I would have dumped a bucket of ice water on you instead but I didn't have access to either." Amaya replied rising to her feet. She looked to the side, embarrassed. "I thought I killed you."

Byakuya rose to his feet dusting off any branches that may have landed on him.

"You knocked me out. By the lack of water I believe then you still haven't been able to summon water then."

"No, I haven't" Amaya snapped back.

"What I expect from a human," He looked at her. It had been forty five years since Amaya came to the soul society, yet she only seemed a tiny bit older than she had arrived.

Amaya crossed her arms.

"Yeah well, I did just kick you're butt. Not bad for a human." Amaya retorted.

"I imagine Ukitake-taichou is the one who taught you how to manipulate electricity." Byakuya said, ignoring Amaya.

"Yes, he did." Amaya replied.

Silence.

Byakuya looked over to his damaged flowers. His eyes narrowed then closed. That look or any action by him that revealed just a sliver of what was beneath the cold exterior he always displayed was just enough to cause Amaya's frustration to melt away. She knelt down by them and raised two hands, her palms facing the flowers.

"Yomigami, Hanagami," Amaya said softly..

Byakuya turned to watch her with interest.

"Two at once?" he asked.

Amaya nodded.

The crushed flowers started to bend back to stand tall once again, and bloomed a bit.

"I've been able to do it for a while now. But it takes more energy than if I was to do the two separately." She answered. It was silent. When the flowers were back the way they originally were, if not a bit more vibrant she held one gently. "Hey, Byakuya-kun, what are you going to do about Rukia?"

"Nothing." His answer was quick, as if he didn't even have to think about it.

Amaya stood tall again and sighed.

"Sometime I think I understand you, and then you completely confuse me." She looked at him. "I should go back to Jûshirô. Good bye, Byakuya-kun. I hope the next time we meet you'll have changed your mind." And with a shunpo she was gone.

***

Amaya reappeared right in front of Ukitake's home. It was sunny out. She walked over to the door and quietly walked in. This had been her home since arriving, and she honestly could not remember a time where anywhere else felt more homely than here.

She was about to sit down when she heard Ukitake cough. Her expression became solemn as she made her way over to him. Ukitake had been under another of his sick spells in the past few days. She sat down besides his bed and looked at him.

"He's still asleep, good, I know how he doesn't like me healing him every time he coughs but . . ." Amaya thought and raised her hand over his chest. A very light, nearly white blue aura surrounded her hand as she guided it over his chest. His heavy breathing slowed and she withdrew. Hopefully, she thought, he would be able to get a good rest and be better tomorrow. However fate had other plans and the silence was pierced by alarms.

"INCURSION SIGNAL OUTSIDE WEST WALL! SECTORS THREE THROUGH EIGHT, SWITCH TO ALERT . INCURSION SIGNAL OUTSIDE WEST WALL! SECTORS THREE THROUGH EIGHT, SWITCH TO ALERT STATUS."

Amaya looked up towards the source of the alarms.

"Intruders? Who is mad enough to break into soul society? But then again . . ." Amaya's thoughts trailed off as she heard Ukitake awaken and he rose from his position.

"What it going on?" Ukitake said in between coughs.

Amaya turned to Ukitake.

"Ryoka. They have invaded soul society, but they are currently in Rukongai. If they plan on entering Seireitei, then Jidanbou will probably get rid of them. And if not squads Three through eight have been called to deal with it. There is no need for you to be taken from your rest. Please Jûshirô, focus on healing. I am here to give and take orders if they are needed" Amaya explained

Ukitake began coughing again and Amaya's expression quickly turned into concern.

"Please, let me help you this time, it's not going away as fast as it used to," asked Amaya, almost on the side of begging.

Ukitake looked up at Amaya. "Thank you but I rather beat this on my own. You know that." Ukitake started to say but then cut himself off once he spotted her wounded arm. "What happened to your arm?"

Amaya followed his gaze and noticed her wound. She then looked back at Ukitake with a grin and started to scratch the back of her head. "Oh that? That's nothing just a little flesh wound from training, I forgot all about it, so it can't be as bad as it looks right?"

Ukitake sighed. "You need to be more careful."

Amaya's hands came to her hips and she retorted, "I'll be more careful if you accept my healings and go back to sleep."

Just then they felt a spike of someone reatsu. Amaya looked up.

"Ichimaru taichou," She simply said then looked back at Ukitake. "If Ichimaru-taichou has gotten involved then the situation should be over soon."

Ukitake nodded and lied back down. Amaya sat besides him again and was about to repeat the healing before Ukitake grabbed her hand and gently moved it away. "You've already done enough for me, please heal yourself."

"It's just a scratch, but if it will make you happy . . ." Amaya said before raising her hand to her wounded arm. The light blue glow covered the wound healing it and the torn cloth. "There. Now please get some rest," she said softly.

Amaya rose and started to leave the room but paused when he started to cough again. She sighed, turned and walked back to his bedside before sitting back next to him. She gently touched his shoulder.

"You should sleep on your side. You don't want to inhale any of the blood right?" Amaya said softly, her voice filled with concern. He turned to face her.

"You worry about me too much," Ukitake said.

Amaya giggled.

"This coming from you? I don't think there's any one in any of the worlds that has ever worried more about me than you," Amaya said softly.

"How can I not? If you aren't here with me, then you're surely messing around with Byakuya. One day he's not going to stand it anymore, and he'll . . ."

"Never hurt me," Amaya said finishing his sentence with her own. "As long as I'm the Carrier he won't hurt me."

"Your wound said different."

"That was just training, and it wasn't more than a scratch."

"Amaya-chan . . ."

"Jûshirô, you have to trust me, and him. That was a long time ago I'm stronger than I was then, even enough that I knocked him out today. Why can't you see that I'm not that weak girl anymore and that I can handle myself?"

He started to cough again and Amaya helped him sit up.

"We shouldn't talk about this anymore. You really need your rest." Amaya got up again, but before she could leave Ukitake gently grabbed her arm.

"Stay. Please."

"If it makes you feel better," she said with a sigh.

"Thank you."

Ukitake lied back down, and Amaya sat besides him again. She held his hand gently as she quietly started to hum, hoping her lullaby would put him to rest. It took a few minutes but he was soon fast asleep.

"I'm sorry, Jûshirô, but I can't risk losing you," she whispered to his unconscious form. Amaya moved her hand, now glowing once again, inches above his chest. She concentrated on reversing some of the damage the disease caused to his lungs. She didn't fully heal him. She knew that he'd notice if he simply got better overnight and know she had healed him. When she was done she raised from his side and as quietly as possible left the room and went to stand outside under the night sky.

"He's going to figure it out you know," said a male voice. Amaya turned her head, but she already knew who was standing there.

"Kyôraku - Taicho. What brings you here at this time?" asked Amaya, ignoring his statement.

Captain Kyôraku waved his hand in a carefree manor. "Aye, Amaya how many times have I sad to call me Shunsui?"

"Sorry but I've never felt so close enough to you to call you such," said Amaya

Kyôraku walked over the Amaya and placed his hand on her head. "Ah but Amaya-chan, we've hung out before many times haven't we?"

Amaya glared at him. "What did you call me?" She said with a growl. "And you were not spending time with me. You were spending recreational time with Ukitake, and I was simply there as well, or I was spending time with Nanao and you were there."

Shunsui moved back still with a smile on his face. "Touchy… like Nanao-chan."

Amaya's glare never left him. "You still didn't answer my question."

"Oh? Which one was that?"

"I asked what are you doing here? It's late." Amaya repeated.

"I wanted to check on Jûshirô." Shunsui's expression went serious, well as serious as he got anyway. "How is he?"

Amaya relaxed. "Better. He was able to come out for a short while. He became concerned when the alarms went off. I tried to heal him, but of course he refuses. I had to wait until he was asleep again."

Shunsui sighed and moved to lean on the railing.

"When he figures out what you're doing he's not going to be happy with it," he said. Amaya moved to join him there.

"I rather him hate me for it than to die," Amaya said. "What?" She asked when he chuckled.

"Him hate you? That would never happen. In any case it's good to hear that he'll be a little better in the morning. Hopefully this ryoka business doesn't bother him."

"It should be over though shouldn't it? I mean I felt Ichimaru-Taicho's reatsu rise indicating he was battling them, so shouldn't they be dead?"

Kyôraku shook is head. "No, he let them go. And what's worse is now Yama-jii is furious with Ichimaru acting alone."

"Ugh," Amaya rubbed the back of her head. "This won't be good." Amaya looked back at Ukitake's doorway. "I will try to keep this from him, for now, It won't do any good for him to be disturbed yet." Amaya looked back at Kyôraku. "Thank you for updating me on the situation."

Kyôraku nodded "Same here, give him my regards when he wakes" Kyôraku said and left with one shunpo.

Amaya stood there for a moment, then went to her own room to sleep for the night.

Golden 1

A/N : If you are wondering why Ukitake is worried every time Amaya goes and spends time with Byakuya, I shall clarify this in the following Goldens. Just like in the show Goldens tend to have really no specifics in there spot in plots, but you can just imagine that these sort of things have been happening starting from the end of the last chapter of the first story.

Golden 1

"Byakuya-kun!" Amaya said in her usual childish tone.

Byakuya looked for her, not sure were she was

"Up here Byakuya-kun!" she said laughing.

Byakuya looked up and spotted her sitting up in one of the trees in his garden.

"Why do you call me that? You are to address me by my last name and proper title." Byakuya said.

"Oh but that's no fun! I'll need a nickname to go with your last name then!" replied Amaya

"No that's not . . ."

"Hmm, Kuchiki, Kuchiki . . ." She said with her forefinger tapping her chin. She grinned and landed behind him.

"Kuchi-kuchi-koo!!!" she cried as she tickled him.

He turned to swipe at her, his face flushed red, but she already shunpoed to the top of his roof.

"Bye Kuchiki-koo!!!" She cried merrily and with a flash was gone.

On the ground a vein in Byakuya's forehead throbbed.

"I regret teaching her shunpo."