Hello people, it's been a long time hasn't it? Yea the other two stories that I made sorry about the disappointment you guys. It felt way better in my head then it did on paper and it was hard to let go but I had to. To put it in simpler terms...the stupid stories sucked to no end and I couldn't continue it because it made no sense in my brain! Well with THIS story I have a beginning middle and end so this should be better to read and easier on my brain! For real! Those stories gave me a migraine!

Oh yea forgot the disclaimer 000

Veira doesn't own Bleach, it ain't hers and it will never be hers and she is glad it's not hers because it's becoming in the $$!

~MaSkEd~

INTRO

MoThEr

She studied the wall, analyzing her work with a deep satisfaction. It took a while but she finally had broken through the seemingly impenetrable Sekkiseki. Pride stroked her ego for a moment as she relished in the glory that was her.

To infiltrate Seireitei's greatest defense was an accomplishment in itself, but to be infiltrated by a mere soul from the slums of Rukongai was astonishing. She couldn't help the arrogance that bubbled up inside of her. It was fulfilling to know that Emi Hikari marked Seireitei's perfect reputation.

She remained hidden in the alleyway and pulled out a tattered map and pen from her gray yukata. Kneeling down, she spread the parchment out on the cold stone and marked her location. Emi scanned the page carefully, memorizing the map thoroughly before her dull eyes stopped at her goal.

"Okay, so I entered from the eastern wall," she muttered dryly to herself poking the area with her pen, "and the twelfth division is on the west side."

Emi circled the site, yawning in the process.

"So…how the hell am I going to find the research institute without getting caught?"

She tapped her pen on her chin while brainstorming. Circling around the Seireitei was out of the picture. She would be able to avoid unnecessary conflict with the other divisions but with as many back roads and dead ends, she would surely be lost even with her mother's map. Time was not a luxury she could afford. A full frontal was not only idiotic, but also suicidal. No need to get ambushed by all of those other divisions' ne? That plan was out of the picture, She thought.

"Things are already getting complicated and I haven't even fought anyone yet haaaaaa, tiring...what I need, is an distraction."

Emi stood up from the uncomfortable crouching position and began swaying back and forth, contemplating how she would initiate her second break in. But as she got lost in the small dance, her mind began to wander as well. Thinking about her past, remembering why she was on this mission in the first place. The flame inside of her intensified as she remembered her mother's death...by the hands of the cold heartless monster. Yes her dear mother silenced forever without the chance to say goodbye to her daughter.

All of those years, Emi knew her mother was hiding from something or someone. How quickly they 'moved' from the first district to eighty in south Rukongai. Her mother packed both of their things, leaving most of their possessions behind as they left that very day for a new place to live. All they had on them was a brown sack, each filled with vegetables and canteens of water.

She remembered the days when her mother would nearly collapse from exhaustion when she wouldn't rest up to three, maybe four days straight. Her mother would always say that it was the hunger that was getting to her, and maybe that played a factor in it. But Emi could tell by the heavy bags under her eyes and the way she slurred her words as if she was intoxicated, that mother was up all night, refusing sleep. Emi was just too young to understand back then but after her death she came to a conclusion.

Then there were those times when her mother scanned the area that they were traveling in with such a critical eye. Emi would silently walk beside her mother, watching her from the corner of her eye as the focused woman kept her hand gripped tightly on the hilt of her sheathed blade.

The worst part of their move to eighty in south was the training she was made to endure. During their breaks Emi's mother would make her practice hakuda and hoho for about an hour or more after they ate. Learning and sharpening these fighting styles was a grueling task and hard on Emi's adolescent body. But her mother was unrelenting, for she pushed her to the limit. All though her mother was a slave driver during training, she always gave Emi encouraging words gave her strength when she thought she couldn't do it. When she wanted to give up her mother would express her faith in her ability. With countenance like that, she really couldn't complain. Even though the journey was treacherous, her mother's confidence would influence her to keep her high spirits. But, that influence was gone and now she needed answers.

What or who was her mother running from? What caused her mother to initiate that laborious training upon her daughter? Why was keeping their belongings hidden in there new home an absolute must? Why did she have to learn how to lower her reiatsu to absolute zero so she wouldn't attract shinigami? What was up with those hidden documents of the Seireitei's Research and Development Institute in her mother's belongings after her death? Were the hell was her mp3 and how will she get to the twelfth division without getting caught?

"Screw it," Emi sighed scratching the back of her head, deciding that her later choice was better than getting lost on side streets

"OH! Maybe I can get passed most of the division's unnoticed if I stole one of their uniforms...nooo, if the are as alert as mother claimed then they would be able to tell a fake from a comrade."

She stopped swaying to the nonexistent music and stomped her foot in annoyance.

"All I NEED is a distraction so I can get to that damn department!"

Just as the last word left her mouth a thunderous noise erupted from above. Startled, she looked up and a smile almost broke across her passive face. A large ball of energy was steadily punching it's way through the barriers above the seireitei. She chuckled inwardly stretching her arms above her head.

"About time," she said before walking from the alleyway into the bright sunlight.

Hope you liked the chapter well more of an intro ^v^

It was kind of hard write the intro in third person so during the story I'm going to switch between third and first person. Hey I got this written it two days so congratulate me on my accomplishment by reviewing. I'd like some feedback and advice on how to stop writing she all of the time would be much appreciated. Again, I apologize for the yearly delays...I just wasn't feeling the stories you know? They weren't there so I couldn't write them even if you forced me!

Ill understand if you don't review, but have a little mercy for a very stressed out female okay? she has a life to live toooooooooooooooo!

Be kind review!