The thousand year blood war was finally over. The Shinigami had won but not without some heavy loses ourselves. Though Shunsui has no doubt in his mind that they will be able to repair fully, at least in a physical sense. With Four captains, one being the head commander, one lieutenant, and countless other seated and unseated shinigami killed it will take a while longer to heal emotianly.

Shunsui reflected on the events of the war as he and Jushiro looked at the newly constructed memorial, made in honor of the man they considered a second father.

"Shun, what do you think happens to us when we die?" His old friend and lover questioned, as he kept his gaze towards the grave. Showing no hint of emotions expect in his sorrow filled eyes.

"I don't know. Maybe we get reincarnated again as humans or maybe..." Before Shunsui could finish his thought someone interrupted him.

"Or maybe we get sent to the abyss to reflect on everyone one of our mistakes and failures for the rest of eternity, and maybe even after that." They both turned around as soon as we heard the voice and were shocked to see a familiar face from their past, someone they never thought they would see again.

Standing there when they had turned around a woman from a memory, the past. They were never meant to see her again, but there she is. With the same, hauntly, glowing red eyes that seem to pierce through your soul, the same pale white skin because she disliked sunlight, the same midnight black hair that she always left undone letting it fall past her waist, the same...everything. She looked like the Mikazuki they remember, but at the same time she was a completely different person.

'Maybe it's because we know the truth.'Shunsui thought.

"Mikazuki, is that really you?" Jushiro exclaimed in shock, but there was no mistaking it. It was Yamamoto Mikazuki, their, former, lover and Yamamoto's daughter.

"In the flesh." Mikazuki said, her face was neutral but her eyes were filled with same amusement they had rarely seen her without.

Her long black hair swayed in the breeze as she stood across from them. Shunsui hated the distance, he longed to reach out to her and pull her into his embrace. To never let her go again, but he stayed where he was. She was a traitor to the soul society, she cannot be trusted.

"What are you doing here?" Shunsui questioned, after getting over the shock of seeing her again.

The amusement disappeared from her eyes, sadness replaced it. "I'm not here to cause a scene, just to pay my respects."

"You didn't seem to have much respect for your father the last time you were here." Jushiro stated, and he was right. 0

'I wonder if Mikazuki can see it too, and if she wants the same or to just use us in another one of her games.'

Her eyes turned cold at his statement. "Says the one who doesn't know the whole story." She spat the words at them like venom.

"And just what is the whole story?" he asked, his guard was still firmly in place.

"That doesn't matter right now, I'm not here to explain myself to anyone." She said stiffly, she was struggling to regain her composure.

"And why not, I think we, of all people, deserve to know the whole truth." Shunsui pushed, he was starting to get a little irritated and raised his voice a notch.

'Why does she have to keep them in the dark? She was always so secretive never trusting anyone completely, including including her father. Maybe if she did we could've helped her out of her mess.'

"Yes, after everything you owe us at least that." Jushiro added, he was getting angry at their old lover as well.

This made her really angry. "I don't owe you two anything." She shouted, then when we thought she was going to attack us she straighten her body and closed her eyes. "I'm here to pay my respects to my diseased father, if you have a problem with that then leave." Mika spoke though gritted teeth, she really did have Yamamoto's temper.

"We have more right to be here then a traitor like you." Jushiro practically yelled back at her. This was starting to get out of hand fast. "When was the last time you even saw him?"

This made Mikazuki's expression turned from anger to one of guilt and sadness, she started to speak in a soft, quiet, tone. "I know I have been gone for a long time, I want to explain but I can't."

"How come?" Shunsui asked, puzzled. 'Just what have you gotten yourself into, Mika?'

"It's...complicated, I don't even fully understand what's going on with everything." She looked like she was struggling to say the words. "I'm bound to an oath that prevents me from telling certain things."

"What oath?" Jushiro asked. He looked warily at her, not knowing what to think.

"I can't tell you." She looked in pain as if she was trying to fight off something.

"Then what can you tell us." Shunsui didn't care if he sounded desperate, he needed to know. Despite everything that has happened, Jushiro and him still love her and hated to see her in pain.

"I, I can warn you." Her body started to tremble. Both men were shocked once more, they had seen Mika at her lowest point before but she's never been like this.

"Warn us about what. Mika, what is going on?" Jushiro was starting to get worried.

"The time will come soon when the empty throne below will be filled. The chosen one will receive the fallen angel and either war or peace between hell and the realm of the dead will begin." Mikazuki's voice sounded distant and foreign as if those weren't her words. When she was finished, her body collapsed.

Shunsui and Jushiro rushed forward to catch her. "Mika, are you alright?" Shunsui asked once she was in their arms.

They helped her to her feet and

Mikazuki shook her head a couple of times to clear it. "I'm fine." She replied, but she then wince and held her head.

"What's wrong?" Jushiro questioned, worriedly.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"This." Before they could question more, Mika lift her and it started to glow. Before it could register in their minds she had already cast the kido, Inemuri.

'Just let us help you.' Shunsui mentally pleaded as the world around them slowly started to get darker. The last thing they saw was the look of sorrow on her face, and then they fell into a deep sleep.