The silken curtains blew in the night breeze, the window thrown open as far as it would go. The silver moonlight illuminated the room where Amaya lay sleeping. The air seemed to ripple slightly, and a charm on the bedside table began screaming. Groaning, Amaya sat up. Grumbling about having to work at such an indecent hour, she gripped it tightly. She was thrown out of her body and tucked the charm into her obi. Vaulting out of the open window, the young Shinigami shunpōed across roofs, racing towards the hollow.
Unsheathing her zanpakutō, Amaya ran the hollow's mask through in an instant. Looking around, she noticed the hollow's would-be prey… a young ghost who's chain of fate was nearly gone. Amaya walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He was unconscious. She gently pressed the end of her zanpakutō's hilt to his forehead, then stepped back as he was engulfed in blue light and flew away as a hell moth to Soul Society.
Shivering, Amaya sheathed Arashi and looked up at the sky. The moon was full, but struggling to stay out from behind heavy clouds. The chill wind reminded Amaya of training, and she grinned. Add a little snow and ice, and this was her domain. She turned and shunpōed back the way she had come, jumping through her window. Amaya always left it open. She didn't mind the cold.
Placing her shinigami seal back on the dressing table, Amaya re-entered her body and collapsed onto her bed. Glancing at her digital alarm clock, she groaned. What was the point of getting back into bed when her alarm went off in 20 minutes?!
Rolling back out of bed, Amaya got dressed, tying the charm to her belt loop. Grabbing her school bag, she began dumping books into it. She slipped her mp3 player into her pocket along with her wallet and shouldered her backpack, grimacing at the weight. Her alarm began beeping. Turning, Amaya flipped it off. She left her room, making her way to the kitchen.
Amaya made herself an energy shake, drinking it in a few gulps. Leaving the house, she slipped her keys into her schoolbag. Walking the few blocks to Urahara's place, Amaya sighed. School work was really piling up, and shinigami training and duties added a lot of strain.
She was jolted out of her reverie as four extremely familiar reiatsus appeared. Turning a corner, Amaya made her way towards them. Suddenly they moved, reappearing seconds later right on top of her. She stopped dead as four shinigami shunpōed to her location.
"What do you want?" she demanded of the two captains and their vice-captains.
"Yamamoto-sōtaichou's orders." Byakuya replied.
"Yeah, but what do you want?" she demanded again.
Hitsugaya handed her a note. Amaya read it, her eyes narrowing. She looked up at them.
"You're still human." Matsumoto said. It wasn't a question.
"So?"
Hitsugaya and Byakuya grabbed Amaya from behind, tightening their grip as she struggled, Byakuya clapping a hand over her mouth to smother her screams. Amaya bit down hard, tasting blood. Byakuya hissed in pain but didn't remove his hand. Renji held a knife against Amaya's throat. She went deathly still.
"Don't worry, it's a human knife, so it won't damage your soul." Renji assured Amaya. "This will only take a moment."
Saying that, he pressed the knife as hard as he could into her throat. Amaya choked as the cold steel sliced her windpipe, unable to scream as the pain flared. Her struggles grew weaker as her body died. Within a few seconds, Amaya was dead, her body lying on the pavement.
"I'm going to KILL YOU!" Amaya screamed, advancing on Renji. Matsumoto grabbed Arashi from Amaya's waist. He promptly encased her in ice.
"But you haven't got your zanpakutō." Renji taunted as Hitsugaya and Byakuya restrained her again. Amaya began screaming insults and struggling, but Hitsugaya jammed a piece of cloth into her mouth. Renji walked up to the frozen Matsumoto.
"Arashi, let her go, or I'll make you." He ordered. Arashi threw icicles at him. Renji sighed. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Putting his hands out in front of him, Renji yelled. "Destructive art number 33: Shot of red fire!"
Reiatsu shot from his right palm, hitting arashi near the tip, gouging a deep scratch in the metal. The ice immediately fell off Matsumoto in chunks. Amaya screamed in pain through the cloth as a gash appeared across her left cheek. It felt as though her soul had shattered into a million pieces. After a couple of seconds, she blacked out.