Note: This part two of Broken Cage that I finished a month ago. If you want to read it, just check on my profile for the story. I wrote this for the reviewers of my first real story and readers. So guys this is for you.

Summery:

Shiro has escaped the hands of his Keepers and now is the Pure Court of Souls. Yet the scars remain deep in his mind and body as he seeks to heal and find out who he was once...or does truly want to? While the shadows move behind and twist of what he might become....

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.

"My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,"
The Reaper said, and smiled;
"Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child.

THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS
Henry Longfellow

Sunlight

It was a wonder every time he watched the orb blaze back the darkness of the sky and paint in hues of gold and reds with colors he still seemed to discovered every time he watched this wondrous gift of light happen the last few weeks. Color was a gift to his teal eyes he fed his soul on now to keep it breathing now from his former cage of ebony white and grays the color of bleached bones.

A boy that seemed no more then about to enter the road of growth sat on a single rock on the cliff side, one knee held by his tender hands of delcite fingers. A few white wraps kept the raw palms from causing any true pain when he used his hands after hours of relearning a fine art of the blade. Trying to use the movements his body knew as a recall to memories lost from his mind and identify now of this place.

A long time ago as he was told by the shinigami who called him friend.

A woman who had rescued his mind from shattering back in the ashen hell

The name of Hitsugaya Toshiro passed on their lips and minds when they saw him first. Yet he was not that person at all or held any links of memories of who that boy had been before now being named Shiro by the captive of charm and doll like eyes called Momo or the devil king named Aizen himself.

He called himself Shiro now, embraced the name deep into his soul and was called that here now after any real attempts had been tried to reform the former captain of this place. They slowly gave up now yet the whisper of hope that the person would come back and reflect in their gaze of him even now.

It pained his heart and angered him somewhat...

Aloud now to expression those emotions that had been stolen from him all those years by his keepers. To feel sad or anger was a blessing but also so overwhelming to his mind. Freedom he feared that would strip of him and steel chains bound his body with the gore and rape of his body to once more take it all away. To even take away the person he was now even if it was lie to them and maybe him.

Shiro only let these thoughts drift on his mind as a leaf in the calm waters. Only escaping for moments to watch the sun raise and set as he did ritualistic, now in the last months in this place. They let him go for those moments but someone was always ready to swoop in on the boy if trouble peaked near his form.

Did they think him weak?

Yes and no perhaps.

The woman who had appeared in the blissful light and lead him away from the sands of hell had called him strong, stronger then any person she had known. Even stronger then her beloved captain and she had smiled at him many times and called him Shiro. Trying never to make him into the shape of Hitsugaya once had been.

"Your Shiro, I know the person you are now and its fun learning about you Shiro-chan!" Matsumoto had said those first trembling days in this world.

She was the only person who held him like that in her mind. Matsumoto was both are watcher and parent in this new world. Showing him around and taking his hand so he would not get lost of her own fear of he might slip away from her like before hand. Tasting new foods of candy and tea and eating too much that his body was not use to rich nutrients of this place. Gentle smiling wistfully for the first time of eating watermelon and wiping his month of the juice with her sleeve while he only looked at her for the moment.

Those moments he was just himself for her.

Shiro only smiled a little from the tight lined lip expression he had all the time as he felt someone coming not to far away. Hearing that ring of her voice filling his ears for the moment as the orb of fire rose once more to restart the path it following every day.

"Shiro? Its time to meet Isane-sama for a healing session soon. I was waiting for you to finish watching the sun raise again." teasing slightly at him as she walked up to his seat on the cliff.

Teal eyes turned to gaze back at Matsumoto for a moment to blink a sort of silent question but were rewarded with her ruffling up his baby soft locks of pure silver. Laughing as he only glared at her for this pattern of touching his hair and messing it up. Even if he wore down and free and let nature dry it normally.

"I hate it when you do that..." his voice was harsh yet no real bite echoed in the speech.

Smiling as she dusted off her hands; "I know but only I can get away with it. So it's my own personal treat you might say also little snowball."

A true stay meant in all fibers that only Matsumoto Rangiku had the privilege of touching those locks and save no one else. The only other person to touch his hair had broken his soul and torn away who he had once been. Yet Matsumoto touch was softer and held something never known to him now.

Comfort

Love

Protection

Caring.

Momo's feathery touch never held such things but cruelty and torment for him. Fearing that soft touch would become ravaging wounds on his flesh as before such as so many more times. Frozen from fear of feeling the fire from her spells to burn his skin and re-heal it just to tare it apart.

Slight worry bubbled in the woman's eyes as she watched the sea churn and darken in the teal she loved so much. How long would it be till it was replaced with the bright fire those eyes once held. Comparing the eyes of the two names one person held.

"Come on Shiro, lets go get some tea and to the forth we go then alright?" trying to bring him back to this world by her voice. Hoping to chase away the demons that threaten to steal away his soul and cage it once more in the dark as they had before.

Blinking, Shiro only nodded and stood up to follow the woman shinigami and felt the sun's kiss on his cheek for a moment maybe as a welcome home.