Deep within the Dangai, something slowly rotated as it drifted through space. The sands blew hard against its shell as they had for more than a century. This time, however, the shell cracked...
Two weeks later, Karakura High was finishing another day. Class was about to be dismissed and Ichigo had his thoughts on training when the teacher made an announcement. "That sums up your homework this weekend...And don't forget we'll be host to a transfer student Monday. There'll be six of them from our sister school visiting for a week", said the teacher. We drew Checking her notes, she added, "We drew Hirako Misako. Be on your best behavior." "Doesn't it sound like fun, Tatsuki?", asked Orihime.
"Yeah, I guess", replied Tatsuki. Noting her friend's distant look, Orihime asked, "Is something wrong, Ichigo?" Snapping out of it, he uttered, "Huh?"
That afternoon, Ichigo returned to the Vizoreds. "You're late!", fumed Hiyori. "I had classroom duties. I brought your damned snacks, what else do you want?!", he replied, tossing a bag over. Shinji glanced up from his tome. "You know it's impossible to make her happy, right?", he said. "What'd you say?!", she snapped. Pretending to ignore her, Ichigo replied, "Yeah, I know."
Everyone was going about their own business. Lisa was looking through her magazine, Kensei was caring for his blade, and Hachi sat quietly meditating. Rose scanned the newspaper nearby. "Where's the other two?", asked Ichigo. "Mashiro's out shopping with Love. It was their turn to get groceries", stated Lisa. Shrugging it off, Ichigo approached Shinji. He was reading on the couch, not paying much attention to anyone else. Dropping his schoolbag, his ventured, "Hey. Does the name 'Misako' mean anything to you?" Everyone in the room stopped dead. They all looked on in interest as Shinji slowly lowered his book. "Why do you ask?", he asked stiffly. Noting the nerves present, Ichigo said, "There's a transfer student coming to our class next week. Name's Hirako Misako...Just a coincidence, I guess."
Shinji leaned onto the sofa's edge and took a deep breath. Hiyori grabbed Ichigo's shirt. "You think you're funny?! Where'd you hear that name? Huh?!", she exclaimed, jerking him to eye level. "Let him go", said Shinij across his shoulder. She begrudgingly did so as glances were passed around the room. "What'd I say?!", asked the young vizored. No one seemed keen to answer. "I used to know someone by that name...A long time ago", said Shinji, distantly. Lisa adjusted her glasses. "It couldn't possibly be", she said. "What if it is?", asked Kensei. Shinji sternly walked passed his friends toward the door. "I'm going out", he mumbled.
The door closed behind him and all eyes were on Ichigo. "Did I miss something?", asked Ichio, confused. "Yeah, twenty minutes of training. Get moving!", snorted Hiyori, punching his arm. She glared at him until he was downstairs. "Should we tell him?", asked Rose. Hiyori crossed her arms. "Hmph! Why should we?", she said. "It's not really our place", added Hachi.
Mashiro came in swinging her bags, Love just behind her. "What'd we miss?", asked Love. "Yeah, Shinji pushed right passed me, the big meanie!", said Mashiro. "Shut your mouth", snapped Kensei. She blinked, taken aback. "I'm going downstairs", muttered Hiyori. She trudged off, obviously unhappy about something. "We'll talk about it after you put the groceries away", said Lisa calmly. "Aww!", whined Mashiro. Love nudged her forward. "Come on."
Down in the training field, Ichigo stretched, his sword in the ground. "What the Hell was that about anyway?", he asked. Hiyori strolled passed him. "Shut up and get moving", she said. "No barrier?", he asked, glancing around. "You think I can't handle you?...(grumbling) I'll cut you a break since you're so stupid", she grumbled. "What's that supposed to mean?!", he exclaimed. She hit him in the face with a thrown sandal. "Get to work!", she yelled.
In another part of town, Shinji stood alone over the rooftop, staring down at the high school. Would there possibly be answers inside? It began raining, but still he stood, grim and silent, the memories flooding his mind. It seemed like so long ago...
Monday morning, Ichigo took his seat in class. Orihime glanced at the empty seat. "No Shinji again today. I wonder if he's sick", she said. "I'm sure he's fine", replied Ichigo, passing it off. Everyone settled in as the teacher set down her bag. "Good morning, everyone", she greeted. Attendance was taken and the morning bow done before she moved on. "As I'm sure you remember, we have a guest this week...Come on in. They won't bite", she called.
Everyone looked on as a girl shuffled in. She was shy and withdrawn. Her dark hair hung in loose curls around her shoulders, accenting her curvy figure. "Why don't you introduce yourself?", said the teacher. The girl bowed. "My name is Hirako Misako. I know it rhymes. Please don't make fun it", she said with a nervous smile. "Hmm. We have a Hirako Shinji in our class, but he's out today. Any relation?", asked sensei. "Must be a coincidence", replied Misako. "Well, why don't you take his seat for today by Kurosaki", instructed the teacher.
Orihime waved and welcomed her as she seated herself. Ichigo tried not to stare. Diverting his gaze, he locked eyes with Uryu, who nodded in acknowledgment. There was something about this new girl. Class went quietly until lunch. "I've got an idea! Why don't you come eat with us today?!", said Orihime excitedly. "I don't want to be a bother", replied Misako, nervously waving. "Aww; It's no trouble!", said Orihime. "Yeah. You can meet everyone else", added Tatsuki. "If you insist", said Misako, giving in.
Across the room, Ichigo and Uryu held a hushed conversation. "So, you felt it too?", asked the quincy. "Yeah...She's definitely a soul reaper", said Ichigo. "She's got the ribbons all right, but something's off...", trailed Uryu. Orihime waved them down, calling, "Come on, guys!"
Outside on the roof, Misako met the other girls. Eventually Chad sat down, as well. Misako shifted nervously. Ichigo walked toward them. "Don't worry. Chad's big, but gentle", he teased. "Please, call me Sado", corrected Chad. "Pleased to meet you", nodded Misako. Tatsuki waved down her friend. "Ichigo! Over here!", she called. Setting down his lunch, he went passed the group. "Something's not right about that girl", whispered Tatsuki. "What do you mean?", said Ichigo innocently. "The other kids that transferred... They've never heard of her", she said. "Maybe she's new to their school", he ventured. "But why would they send a new student for the exchange? She wouldn't even be used to her school yet", she replied. "Maybe it was a random drawing or something. Don't worry about it", he said, brushing it off.
Tatsuki tried to smile as they walked back to the group. A loud crackling sound came from behind them and they froze. The other students didn't seem to notice. Ichigo darted his gaze to his friends. Misako was trembling in fear. Orihime had set a hand on her shoulder, but kept looking at the source of the sound. The duo ran toward the cowering form now in Orihime's arms. "Misako!", cried Ichigo. "What is it? Are you all right?!", asked Orihime with worry. "No...Not again!...I don't want to run anymore...", whimpered the girl. She slowly grabbed her head and screamed. People darted their gaze over in anxiety. Taking the cue, Tatsuki started shouting "Fire!" and everyone ran for the door.
Ichigo kneeled beside her. "Run from what?", he asked.
At that moment, a familiar sound screeched through the air. A window to Hueco Mundo was opening. Ichigo grit his teeth. "Damnit! Why here?!", he said. "What's happening?!", asked Tatsuki. "Make sure everyone gets away from here", instructed Ichigo. She froze in terror at the feeling emanating from where he stared. Nodding, she took off. The gateway widened and someone, something, came forward. Grabbing his badge, Ichigo took on his shinigami form. Chad took it upon himself to help Tatsuki clear the remaining students. Drawing his blade, Ichigo said, "Orihime...Get ready to run."
A woman stepped forward from the window. She looked exactly like Misako, but unnaturally pale. Ichigo darted a glance back. The hollow had a partial mask, like that of arrancar, but didn't exude the same power. "Get out of my way", said the hollow. "Not gonna happen", smirked Ichigo. As the hollow walked closer, Misako cried out in pain. She doubled over, holding her bleeding stomach. "What did you do?!", demanded the young soul reaper. "Nothing at all. This is what happens when we get close to one another", replied the hollow calmly. He flinched as he saw the hole in its body; It was only half there. A matching semi-circle of blood soaked through Misako's clothing.
Orihime placed a barrier. "I reject!... Misako, what's happening?", she asked. It was too late. The girl was out cold. Readying his sword, Ichigo said, "Not another step." The hollow paused and looked him over. "Vizored", it stated. "What the Hell are you?", he asked, tensing. The hollow ignored him. "That girl belongs to me", it said.
It froze as an arrow nicked its cheek. Glancing briefly at the wound, it glared at the stairwell door. "What is that thing?", said Uryu. Smirking, it said, "A vizored and a quincy? I'll have quite the meal when I'm done here." A voice came from behind it, freezing it in its tracks. "Make that three vizoreds", said a man. Spotting his friends, Ichigo asked, "What are you guys doing here?" Shinji grinned. "We felt an odd energy and decided to look into it", he said. "Hirako Shinji", said the beast coldly, without moving. His smug expression instantly dropped as the hollow turned to face him. "What the- ?!...", exclaimed Hiyori. "Misako?", said Shinij softly, near breathless.
The hollow's lip twitched in irritation as it backed toward Ichigo. "Stay back. You know not what you do here", it said. As Shinji instinctively took a step forward in disbelief, the hollow, too, held its belly as black blood began to pour forth. It hissed at him before realizing how close Ichigo was. "Ichigo! The bleeding won't stop!", panicked Orihime. Misako flinched under the healing energy; It was no use at this range. She began to softly call out a name, "Shinji", over and over. Hearing the faint whimpers, his attention snapped toward the girls. He froze in his conflicting emotions. Hiyori drew her sword. "Who are you? What gives you the right to wear that face, huh?!", she scoffed. The hollow eye her cautiously. "You seem familiar, little one", it taunted. "I'm not little!", she yelled.
Again Shinji stepped forward and the hollow backed away. Annoyed, it took a leap toward the edge of the roof. "You can't keep her from me forever. We are one in the same", said the beast, maliciously smirking. With that, it disappeared through another window. "It's stopping!", said Orihime with relief. Slowly Shinji walked toward them, his blade falling from his hand. Mere inches away, he dropped to his knees and stared, awestruck. A few feet away, Hiyori asked, "Well?...Is it her?" "Hiyori, what's going on?", asked Ichigo with concern. "How the Hell should I know?!", retorted Hiyori. Shinji slowly reached out a hand. "Misako?...", he called. She flinched and briefly opened her eyes as his fingers gently grazed her face. Forcing a smile, she whispered, "Shinji-kun..." Trying to grasp his hand was her last exertion; She blacked out completely. Hiyori came up behind her friend with a similar expression of caution. Silently, Shinji scooped up the limp body. "Where are you taking her?", asked Orihime. Hiyori sheathed her blade. "She'll be safest under our barrier", she said. "No. We need answers", said Shinji. Hiyori's eye twitched. "You don't mean - ...", she said.
Ginta was tormenting Ururu with a spider outside the Urahara Shoten when the solemn group arrived. Yoruichi looked up as the door slid open. "Boss! Ichigo's here!", hollered Ginta. "Do you really have to yell about that?", chided Yoruichi. Spotting the tattered form and old friends, she got up. "It's been a long time", she said. Kisuke entered the room. "Well, hello!", he said cheerfully. Sssessing the situation, he added, Oh..." "Follow me. Orihime, you're coming too." Orihime nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
Down the hall, Misako was carefully laid out. Tessai entered the room with medical supplies and sat silently beside Yoruichi as she worked. Tearing Misako's shirt over the blood stain, she was aghast. Orihime flinched in horror at the semicircle of festering, black skin. Shinji sat completely silent, holding Misako's hand, never looking from her face. "I've never seen anything like this... Kisuke!", she yelled inot the hall. He came in, removing his coat. "How is she?", he asked. "Out cold, but take a look at this", she replied. He peered over her shoulder and grimaced. Kisuke turned to his old friend. "Ichigo told me about the hollow. This is all new to me, but I'll do what I can", he said with a gentle touch to the shoulder. Shinji solemnly nodded. Back out at the front of the store, Ururu stared at Hiyori. "Don't you want to go inside?", asked Ururu. "Not really", said Hiyori, staring off. Ichigo stepped out. "Come on! We need you to fill in some blanks", he called. She twitched, annoyed, but begrudgingly gave in.
The two sat at a small table for what seemed like forever. Eventually, Kisuke and Yoruichi emerged. Noting Hiyori's look, he said, "Well, well. I never thought I'd see you in here." "Shut up!", replied Hiyori. Ichigo glanced between them. "You guys know each other?", he ventured. Kisuke sheepishly grinned. "You could say that", he said. Hiyori withheld her temper over her distress. "How is she?", she asked. Yoruichi took her seat. "She's resting now. Orihime's performing a healing session", she explained.
Uryu came into the room. "Ishida, what took you?", asked Ichigo. Mildly glaring, he replied, "Someone had to stay behind and cover for you two." "Come sit down. We have a lot to discuss", said Kisuke. They related the tale of Misako's appearance in school and how no one seemed to know who she was. "So, you're saying it doesn't seem that she remembers anything?", he ventured. Orihime entered the room. "That can't be right. She was calling for Shinji during the attack", she said. "True, she did recognize him in the end", said Uryu. "That aside, we still have a lot ground to cover", added Yoruichi.
Orihime seated herself, accepting a cup of tea. Hiyori sat silent, staring away from the group. "Hiyori, can you tell us anything else?", asked Kisuke. "You already know everything I do. She died 150 years ago...At least, that's what we thought...", she said sullenly. "One hundred and fifty?", repeated Ichigo. "So, she is a soul reaper", said Uryu, adjusting his glasses. "She used to be...", replied Hiyori grimly. "Who is she?", asked Orihime. Kisuke stared into his cup of tea. "She was a good friend to who you know as the Vizoreds. Like a sister to Hiyori...", he said with a glance toward his old assistant. She tensed, but kept quiet. "But more importantly, she was Shinji's wife", stated Kisuke.
Ichigo almost choked on his coffee. "Shinji was married?!", excleimed Ichigo, wiping his mouth with his hand. "Is that so surprising?", asked Yoruichi. "That explains a lot...to me anyway", said Orihime, relieved. "Oh?", asked Kisuke. Orihime nodded. "When we were all talking at lunch, my friend's were asking lots of questions. Where she was from, if she had siblings or a boyfriend...She kept dodging answers...almost like she couldn't remember...But after the hollow appeared, she changed - Like it all suddenly came back. She kept calling for him...And the hollow knew his name, too", she explained. "But why didn't it recognize Sarugaki?", aksed Uryu. Kisuke sent an intrigued expression toward her. "Why indeed?", said Kisuke. "It did say she looked familiar", ventured Orihime. "It also said 'she and I are one in the same' before it left. What does that mean?", asked Ichigo. Kisuke pondered this. "You said this hollow only had half of a hole?", he asked. Ichigo nodded. "And Misako, herself, has a wound the same shape and place, but the opposite side", added Yoruichi.
After a few minutes of silent thought, Hiyori got up. "I need to let the others know what's going on...Kisuke", she started. He glanced up curiously. "If she dies I'll never let you live it down", she said. Kisuke nervously grinned. "You say that like you don't trust me", he said. With a 'hmph', she turned to leave. "Ichigo, keep an eye on Shinji for me. Call if anything changes", she said. Ichigo nodded. "Sure." She started leaving, but paused as she heard her name. "Don't worry; We'll figure this out. We just need a little time", assured Kisuke.
Without response, Hiyori departed. "We'll have to ask Shinji some questions later. He's the only one who can answer some of them", said Yoruichi. Orihime glanced down the hall. "Do you think he'll be all right in there?", she asked. "Just give him some time", replied Ichigo. "I'll start my research tonight. We can ask questions tomorrow", said Kisuke, rising. "Perhaps Misako will be awake by then", ventured Uryu. "That would be for the best...She has a lot to explain", said Yoruichi.
At the Vizored base, everyone waited anxiously. Their friends had gone out to 'investigate' hours ago. When Hiyori finally came in, they stared in silence, awaiting answers. "Well?", asked Kensei. Hiyori tossed down her sheath. "What was the disturbance?", asked Hachi. Hiyori sighed as she plopped into the nearest seat. Staring at the ceiling, she tapped her fingers on the chair's arm. "I don't know what it was", she said. "You were there, weren't you?", asked Rose. "I said I don't know!", she snapped. He dropped his gaze from her fiery eyes. Leaning forward, she said, "It wasn't a hollow...Not completely." "An arrancar?", asked Mashiro. Hiyori shook her head. "No... It looked like one, but -...", she trailed. "But?", asked Love. Slowly meeting his eyes, she uttered, "It had Misako's face."
Hushed glances were exchanged. "Was it really her?", inquired Lisa. "I don't know... That student Ichigo mentioned...also looked just like her", replied Hiyori. "That doesn't make any sense", said Kensei. "Tell me something I don't know!", she snapped. She told the story of the attack and the two matching semicircles. "But how?", asked Lisa.
"She was part of the kido squad...Fourth seat... I suppose it's possible she formed some kind of protective cocoon at the last minute...", ventured Hachi. Silent inflections raced through the room. "So, what do we do now?", asked Love. "I'd say it's safe to assume Shinji will stay at Urahara's tonight to watch over her", stated Kensei. Hachi nodded. "I'll check my books for any clues", he said helpfully. Hiyori stared at the floor. "I never wanted to think about that night again...But now - ...", she trailed. Mashiro rested a hand on her shoulder. "It'll be okay, though... Right?", she said. "Let's hope so", replied Love.
At the Urahara Shoten, no one got any sleep. Kisuke and Tessai were busy running tests and checking notes into the night. Yoruichi went back to the Soul Society to see if she could find any records of the night Misako supposedly died. Shinji sat beside his beloved, silently stroking her hand. After while, he started speaking; Whether he spoke to her or himself didn't matter. Shinji grinned slightly. "I'm glad you came back to me, but... None of this makes any sense...If you were there all this time, why wait until now?", he thought aloud, squeezing her hand. He grit his teeth in frustration as Misako laid silent in front of him. Halfway through the night, he jerked to attention at a subtle murmur. Shinji leaned in close. "Misako?" Her eyelids flinched as she fought to regain consciousness. Overjoyed at the tug of her fingers in his, he smiled hopefully. Slowly coming to, she whispered, "...Shinji?..." Quickly gathering her into his arms, he replied, "I'm here." She pulled her face back to look at him. Neither could believe they were once again so close.
"Where am I?", she asked hazily. He reached back and picked up a glass of water. Holding it her lips, he said, "Drink this." Her trembling hand sat upon his as she drank. Setting the glass down, he peered hard into her eyes. Weakly grinning, she said, "Thank you." He smiled back and held her even tighter. He never wanted to let go again.
"Everything's all right. You're safe now", said Shinji. Misako leaned into him, grateful for the support, and carefully traced a hand over her bandaged belly. "What happened?", she asked. He gently rocked her. "Shh...Rest now... I'll explain everything in the morning", he whispered. She squeezed his shirt in her palm, desperate for contact. Beginning to cry, she begged, "Don't let go." Pressing himself even closer, he affirmed, "Never again."
The next afternoon, Ichigo walked down the street, deep in thought. What was going on? He didn't notice that someone was calling his name until he ran into something, or rather, someone. "Looks like his brain finally gave out", said Renji wryly. Catching up, Rukia chided, "Ichigo! What's the big idea trying to ignore me?!" Snapping out of it, Ichigo muttered, "Oh, hey guys." Rukia smacked him upside the head "Wake up!" "What the Hell was that for?!", he asked. "What's wrong with you?", she inquired. "Finally giving up on life?", taunted Renji. Ichigo passed him by. "Look, I've got somewhere to be, okay?", he said. He didn't make it two steps without being yanked backward by his collar.
Ichigo pulled himself loose. "I'm serious!", he exclaimed. Rukia and Renji exchanged glances. Something was wrong. "On your way to Urahara's?", asked Renji. "Yeah. So?", said Ichigo. "We're coming with you. I'm sure he knows something about yesterday's incident", stated Rukia. "That's why I'm going", said Ichigo. He told them bits and pieces as the trio set out for their destination. "So, it wasn't an arrancar after all?", observed Renji. "Central 46 couldn't get a clear reading. That's why we're here", added Rukia. Ichigo sighed. "Be ready for a mess", he said.
Renji was about to ask when they paused in front the store. Ururu ran in passed them with a bundle in her arms. "What's going on?", asked Rukia. They froze at a shrill scream. Running in without thought, they paused breathless near the hall. Ginta leaned against the wall. "I wouldn't go in there", he said. Ichigo pushed passed and stopped in horror. Misako was pinned to the floor, convulsing in agony. Tessai was holding her with kido while Kisuke worked over her flailing form. "What the Hell?!", he cried. "Wait outside", said the focused Tessai. "But - !", argued Ichigo. Dodging an arm, Kisuke said, "Hirako needs you more than I do right now." Briefly analyzing the situation, he nodded. He'd barely noticed Shinji was missing from the scene until it had been said.
Renji stopped him. "Well?! What's happening?", he asked. With a silent look from Ichigo, he let him go. He sat with Rukia while waiting for Urahara. Ichigo found his worn ally out back. "You all right?", asked Ichigo with concern. Shinji stood silent, staring into the dirt. Reaching out, Ichigo said, "Hey." "I'm fine", replied Shinji curtly. Ichigo let his hand fall to his side. Sitting beside his friend, he stared into the windswept branches. Shinji shuttered as another scream penetrated the alley. If it weren't for the barrier, the neighbor's would have thought someone was being killed inside.
"So... I hear Yoruichi went back to the seretei for clues", ventured the young vizored. A silent nod was the only acknowledgment. Ginta slid the door open. "Hirako. You're up", he said with a nod. Shinji rushed back to the room where his beloved had lain. Ichigo followed silently with Rukia close behind him. Kisuke wiped the blood from his hands. "It's over. She's asleep now", he stated. Shinji took his place beside the bedroll and stared into the sweat-licked face before him. She seemed at peace now. "We should let her rest", said Tesai, gathering supplies. Urahara paused in the doorway. He had blood across his front and an exhausted look in his eyes. "Kuchiki-chan. How nice of you to join us", he said. Rukia surveyed the mess. "What happened in here?", she inquired. Escorting her down the hall, he said, "An interesting story..."
The silence settled in once more as Ichigo looked over his haggard friends. Shinji sat nearly expressionless. He looked as if he were about to pass out from sheer exhaustion. "Shinji", began Ichigo. He glanced up, dark circles brewing beneath his eyes. "Try to get some rest, too", finished Ichigo. He tried to smile in acknowledgment, yet was too tired for the effort. As the door closed behind Ichigo, he saw his friend slowly lie down beside Misako.
As he entered the main room, several looks awaited him. "Who's the blonde guy?", asked Renji. "A friend...From school", said Ichigo. "I'm sure you have your reasons not to say anything more", added Rukia. He half grinned in relief as he took a seat. "Who is that girl? She has a similar presence to the readings we got yesterday", she said. "Don't tell us you're playing mad scientist, Urahara", teased Renji. "If only it were that simple", sighed Kisuke. The lack of sleep showed hard on his face.
Ichigo took it upon himself to explain what had happened thus far. He told them what he could without giving away too many details of who or what the Vizoreds were.
"150 years ago? And she just showed up again yesterday?", inquired Rukia. "Smells like Aizen", sneered Renji. As if on cue, a crushing spiritual pressure pulsed through the room. Running to the front of the store, they found trouble waiting for them. "I knew you'd have a hand this, Urahara", said the fourth espada. "Well, well. Another guest and here I am fresh out of tea", said Kisuke. Glancing toward Misako's room, Ulquiorra asked, "What are you hiding?" "We're not hiding anything", replied the shop keeper calmly.
Ichigo struggled to contain himself. "Ichigo!", chided Rukia. He glanced over. "If you want to help that girl, stay your hand", she said. He grit his teeth in annoyance. She was right, of course, but he felt so much animosity toward the arrancar that nearly killed three of his friends. "If you won't tell me, I'll simply destroy your barrier and find out for myself", said the espada. "You say that like you don't already know what's going on", said Renji. "I am here by Lord Aizen's request... Don't make a scene. I don't have time to waste on trash", replied the arrancar. Rukia steadied Renji's hand and gave him a stern look. "Tell 'Lord Aizen' he has nothing to worry about. Just a sick friend, that's all", said Kisuke. "Lord Aizen is hardly 'worried', merely curious", corrected Ulquiorra. "Why does he want to know?", asked Ichigo. "It doesn't matter. I'll find out soon enough.", he replied as he stepped back through to Hueco Mundo.
Quiet descended upon the group as the arrancar left. Furtive glances were passed until a senkaimon opening occurred in nearly the same place. Yoruichi stepped through with an armful of scrolls and a sweet bun in her mouth. "Why are you all looking at me like that?", she asked.
That night, several scrolls were laid open with thick tomes nearby. "I don't believe this...", mumbled Kisuke, deep in thought. "What is it?", asked Yoruichi. Stepping closely behind him, her eyes opened wide as she looked over the diagram before them. "That's - ", she began. "I know", he said grimly. "But how would Misako know about this?", she inquired. "Maybe she didn't. Tessai would never have taught her something that powerful", he stated. They stared at the scroll, contemplating the possibilities. "Maybe she figured it out on her own", ventured Yoruichi. "Or maybe it was a freak accident", said Kisuke.
Down the hall, Shinji slowly awoke to a warm hand stroking his cheek. Glancing up, he made out Misako's smiling face through the haze. Sitting up, he asked, "Shouldn't you be the one sleeping?" "I'm all right", she said. Looking into her eyes, he asked, "How do you feel?" She touched her bandages without thought. "It still hurts, doesn't it?", he said, grasping her hand. "Actually, it feels much better now", she assured. He grinned in relief. It had been difficult seeing her in so much pain again. "Shinji... I'm sorry", she said. "For what?", he asked with concern. Misako shyed her gaze. "I remember bits and pieces from earlier today... I shouldn't have screamed so loudly. It must have been awful for you to - ", she stuttered. A soft touch to her lips stopped her words. "It's all right. I just wish I could've done something to help", he muttered.
An awkward silence drifted between them for what seemed like minutes. "I tried to fight it, you know...", she ventured. A confused, yet concerned expression stared at her. Slowly shaking her head, she said, "I never meant for any of this." She carefully slipped into his arms. Each held tightly onto the other, trying to somehow communicate the pain that had lasted more than a century. "I thought I'd lost you", he said softly. "You did...I remember that night all too well. I - ", she began. Sharply cutting her off, he cried, "Stop!" Gentler, he added, "It doesn't matter now. All that matters is that you're here now."
He could feel her tears soaking into his clothing as her form shuttered. Taking a deep breath, she decided to lighten the mood. "Shinji-kun?", she said, calmly. "Hmm?"
Fingering his face, she asked, "What did you do to your hair?" He sniggered despite himself. "A lot's happened since you left", he said. He told her small excerpts from the history she had missed over the next several hours until she lulled back into a deep sleep. A lot had happened indeed...
The next day, Orihime and Ichigo entered the shop as usual. Uryu had beaten them there and sat idly waiting at the table for everyone to arrive. Some time passed as each person took their place. Rukia and Renji had returned to the Soul Society with the information from the night previous and had yet to come back. Kisuke was the last to take his seat and Orihime looked on in concern. "Are you all right, Urahara?", asked Uryu. Yawning, he said, "Yeah, Yoruichi kept me up all night again. You know how it goes." "What was that?", she asked as she cracked her knuckles. Nervously waving, he replied, "I jest! I jest!" She decided to let it go for now. It was rather amusing to see the red faces around the table. She was about to remark when the door opened.
Everyone stared in shock. "Well, well", said Kisuke with a grin. "Misako-san! Should you really be out of bed?!", fussed Orihime. Misako smiled though she leaned heavily upon her husband for support. "I'll be all right", she insisted. Shinji helped her down near the table and took his place beside her. They, too, looked rather worn for wear.
"How are you feeling?", asked Ichigo. "Much better today, thank you", replied Misako. "I'll be happy to give you another healing session, if it'll help", offered Orihime. "That's very kind of you", replied Misako, smiling politely.
Returning to the subject at hand, Uryu asked, "So, what have we learned?" "Surprisingly little at this point", said Kisuke. "There must be something. Why else would Aizen be interested?", inquired Ichigo. Shinji shot him a glance, but said nothing. "From what we can gather, we have two halves of the same being", said Yoruichi. "You mean an incomplete spirit?", ventured Uryu. "Exactly... When a hollow becomes an arrancar, it splits into two parts - a body and a zanpaktou", explained Kisuke. "But she's not - ", began Orihime. He raised a hand for silence. "We're not sure what she is. Misako, do you feel well enough to answer some questions?", he asked. "I'll try", she replied, nodding. "What do you remember from the night you disappeared?", asked Yoruichi.
Misako glanced at Shinji and took his hand for support. Looking down, she began, "Mostly what happened just before - ..." She trailed off, slightly shaken. "There was an explosion", said Shinji solemnly. Everyone looked on, waiting for answers. Shinji took a deep sigh before continuing. "The hollow had her... It was about to...consume what was left...when...", stuttered Shinji. Ichigo slammed his hand on the table. "That's enough", he said firmly. Shinji looked up at the sudden outburst, but his eyes thanked his friend for saving him from the memories. "Calm down. We have to know what happened", stated Yoruichi. "There has to be someone else we can ask. Can't you see what you're doing?!", asked Ichigo. Orihime glanced amongst the tension. Ichigo was right, but this was not the time nor place to argue about it.
Kisuke sighed. "All right. Shinji, we'll need one of your friends", he said. "Don't expect Hiyori to - ", began Shinji. His phone began ringing right at that moment. His eye twitched when he saw who it was. Answering it unamusedly, he said, "Hello?...Yes, I'm still here...No...Actually, she's right next to me." He almost fell over from the shouting. Holding his phone at a distance, he stared at the shaking handset. Hiyori's voice could be heard across the table. Ichigo hid a grin. "Stop screaming! Geez!...Yes...All right!...Fine...I'll see you then", said Shinji.
He hung up the phone and sighed in relief that the call was over. "I see she hasn't changed", said Kisuke coyly. "If you want her back, you can have her", said Shinji flatly. Misako chuckled. "That's mean", she chided. Trying to get back to point, Ichigo asked, "So, what now?" "Hiyori wants Misako to stay with us now that she's awake. Hachi's barrier should hide her spiritual pressure", replied Shinji. "That's probably a good idea once she's stable", said Kisuke. "It'll be nice to see everyone again", said Misako idly. "She's not going anywhere for at least a few more days", stated Yoruichi. "Actually, I'm feeling much better now...Not that I'm ungrateful for your hospitality or anything!", replied Misako, frantically waving. Yoruichi grinned. "It's good to see you haven't changed, either", she said in a kind tone.
"You should really be resting or you'll never get better", fussed Orihime. "Please don't worry about me, Inoue-chan. You've already done so much", replied Misako, smiling nervously. "It's nothing, really. I just want to help", said Orihime with a smile. "We all do", added Ichigo. Misako took Orihime's hand with a warm smile. "It's all right; You can stop now. You've already done so much. If it weren't for you and your boyfriend, I wouldn't even be here right now", she said. Kisuke paused from sipping his tea, peering over in keen interest. Orihime blushed while Yoruichi sent Ichigo a look that was waiting for a response. "Any time. Just get better, okay?", replied Ichigo, smiling warmly.
Orihime nodded as Uryu cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. "...So, do you have any questions for us? A lot's changed since you left", ventured Kisuke. "Shinji already explained a lot. I am a little hazy on some of the details, but I think I got most of it", replied Misako. Tessai entered the room with a tray of fresh food. "Captain! It's been so long!", beamed Misako. "It's good to see you're doing so well today, but please, it's just 'Tessai' now", he replied. Misako bowed slightly. "Very well", she said. She flinched as she did so, grabbing her stomach. Shinji held her shoulders gently. "You really shouldn't do that yet", he chided. "I'm all right. That was my fault", said Misako, nervously laughing. "Why don't go back to bed? I'm sure Orihime would be happy to lend you some help", hinted Yoruichi. Misako paled in pain. "That's probably a good idea", she ceeded. Leaning onto her new friend, the girls made their way back down the hall. Waiting until they were out of earshot, Shinji sent Ichigo a sly grin. "Boyfriend?", teased Shinji. "What else was I supposed to say?!", defended Ichigo. "Relax, I'll correct her later", smirked Shinji.
Orihime carefully tucked Misako into her bedroll. Once settled in, she began healing her. "I'm sorry if I said something to embarrass you before", said the recovered soul reaper. "What do you mean?", asked Orihime nervously. "You turned all red earlier", replied Misako. "Oh... Well, Ichigo's not really - ...", stuttered the teen. Misako smiled softly. "You don't have to say anything else... I used to blush like that all of the time, you know", she said. "But you seem so confident around Shinji", replied Orihime. "It wasn't always that way", said Misako wistfully. Orihime sat listening to stories from the past, occasionally laughing or asking questions. Misako looked genuinely happy as she spoke. It was nice to talk about the old days to someone new, someone untainted by the pain...
In Hueco Mundo, the hollow-Misako held her wounds. Lesser hollows were strewn around her. Some had been killed in rage, others for food. She knew someone was watching her, but she didn't care. If he consumed her now, it'd probably just make things simpler. "What do you want?", sneered the hollow woman. "Is that any way to greet a friend?", smirked the espada. Glancing away, the hollow mumbled, "Like you even know what a friend is." He surveyed the scene, the remains that littered the sand. "Looks like they caught you in a bad mood", teased Grimmjow. She grit her teeth and glared. Grimmjow stepped closer. "You really think I'm here to destroy you? Now of all times?", he asked. "It wouldn't surprise me... My king", she replied carefully, having read his expression.
He sat beside her and stared into the desert. It was a fragile alliance that kept her alive, but her wounds made her tone harsh despite her better judgment. "You got your ass kicked, didn't you?", he taunted. "You never told me *he* would be there!", snapped the hollow. His eyes grew colder. Correcting herself, she said, "I'm grateful for what you've you shown me, my lord, but I was unprepared for...him." Grimmjow leaned against the rocks. "What did you expect? That he'd stay out of it? That idiot went out there with no memories but her name. Of course it'd draw their attention", he said. "It disgusts me to know we were born of the same incident", sneered the recovering hollow. "Me, too", said Grimmjow with an evil grin. She held her tongue, but tensed. "So, what now? You know that dog, Ulquiorra, is sniffing around for Aizen already", he said. "Would you have me turn myself in? He'll annihilate me", she replied. "Only if he finds you. He might even let you live for a while. He'd at least study you for a few days before he lost interest", teased the espada. "Like you did?", she muttered coldly.
He dropped his casual expression and seized her shoulders. She flinched in pain rather than shock. "Don't forget who you're talking to! You're nothing without me!", shouted Grimmjow. Calmly holding his gaze, she said, "Forgive me, Sire." He tossed her aside like a rag doll. She simply took it, knowing that to rise from the sand would be asking for more. Getting up, he said, "It's not over yet." Maliciously grinning, he added, "You're still useable." With that, he walked into the distance. She knew it was only a matter of time before Aizen tracked her down. Grimmjow was her only hope. She remembered their deal from when they first met. If she failed him, he would consume her.
That evening, the only sound was that of a ticking clock. Ichigo had gone to the Vizoreds for answers. He didn't like what he'd found. "What do you mean?", asked Ichigo. "Just as it sounds. There was no possible way she could have survived", stated Lisa. "But she did", said Kensei. "If I didn't know better, I'd have to agree with Lisa", uttered Hachi. Ichigo looked on in interest. He seemed to be getting more questions than answers. Hachi softened his expression. "I was there...", he said solemnly. "What happened?", asked Ichigo. Glances were exchanged. Finally, Kensei began to relate the tale.
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150 years ago...
The trio stood grim before the cavern. Misako had been sent to investigate hours ago. "Are you sure this is the place?", asked Shinji grimly. Hachi silently nodded. "Shinji - ", began Hiyori. Cutting her off, he simply said, "Come on." He led the group in, not waiting for them to catch up. The light was dim, but moonlight poured in from large cracks overhead. Shinji drew his blade. "She's here", he said hushed. Hiyori nodded in agreement. The spirit pressure was weak, but it was undoubtedly Misako's. The trio crept along in silence. Whatever had taken her was here, too. They had to be on their guard. Hiyori and Hachi fanned behind Shinji as they searched. Hiyori was the first to find anything. "Over here!", called Hiyori, waving. Shinji's gaze narrowed in recognition as the object was lifted. "Misako's sheathe...But where's the blade?", asked Hachi. Shinji peered into the gloom. "That's not what I'm worried about", he muttered. Hiyori gripped it tightly. "I'm gonna kill whatever did this", she stated.
It wasn't long before the tattered cavern widened. A fire had been lit in the center, displaying the horror within. "No...", said Shinji breathlessly. They had found her. Misako was pinned to the rock face with her own sword. One arm had been raggedly torn from her body and she was bleeding badly. Hiyori ran forward while Shinji guarded her back. The trap would spring soon... Hiyori tapped Misako's face. "Wake up! Tell me you're all right, damnit!", she cried, mildly shaking her. Misako grinned wanly. "You're late", she whispered. Hiyori sighed in relief. "She's alive", she said, turning to her friend. Shinji slowly backed toward them. "What did this?", he asked.
Hachi stemmed the flow of blood with his kido. Shinji tried to keep his nerve as something writhed just out of the light. Misako weakly tugged his kimono. "Get out of here...Please", she pleaded. "Not without you", he replied sternly. "Misako, please stay still. You're badly wounded", said Hachi.
A hissing laughter came from the shadows. "She's not wounded; She's dying. I like to drain my food of all hope before I devour it. I find it improves the taste", said a sinister voice. Shinji grit his teeth. "Coward...How could you do this?!", he cried. A shape emerged just at the edge of the firelight. It had the torso, arms, and face of a woman, but the body of a serpent; A veritable naga. It smiled as it licked the blood from its long fingers. The hollow grinned maliciously. "I was hungry", it stated.
Hiyori pulled the blade from her sister's body. Misako moaned as the metal slid from her flesh. Propping her up, she said, "Just relax. You're gonna be fine." She sent a desperate look toward Hachi for agreement, but he avoided her eyes as he concentrated. Stepping forward, Shinji seethed, "I'll kill you for this." Mockingly, the hollow said, "You're pathetic. You couldn't even detect my presence until I let you." The pressure in the room exploded. Shinji maintained his steely gaze despite the crushing feeling. This was no ordinary hollow. "Now do you understand, Soul Reaper?!", laughed the beast. Hiyori could hardly breathe. She couldn't imagine what Misako was feeling. Hachi looked on in terrifying realization of just what they had found. "You slay my brethren like lambs in a slaughter, but I don't blame you. I, too, swat flies", said the hollow.
It slithered into the light. Recognizing the mask, Shinji cried, "You!" "That's right...The girl served well as bait. I've been silently observing you for quite some time, Hirako Shinji, the soul reaper that destroyed my sister", snarled the hollow. He tried to remain calm. He could still get them all out of there alive. "Your sister didn't die. She was purified and led into the Soul Society", stated Shinji. "I know. I ate her weakened soul", said the hoolow with a wicked grin. "How can you want revenge when you're the one that killed her?!", he gasped. The hollow laughed. "Revenge?!...I simply wanted to consume the one strong enough to defeat her. By putting you out of your miserable existence, I'm thanking you, really", it said. Hiyori stepped beside her sister. "Why Misako then?!", she demanded. "Merely an appetizer. This way, I get four souls for the labor of hunting one", taunted the hollow. She took a step forward, but Shinji grabbed her shoulder. "Stay back. We don't know what it can do yet", he chided.
"I'm sorry...", sobbed Misako softly. Shinji glanced over his shoulder and tried to smile reassuringly. It wasn't her fault. A noise jolted him back into reality. Turning, he found Hiyori blocking the hollow's claws before him. "You idiot! What good will it do if you get taken down, too?!", exclaimed Hiyori. As the clash parted, the hollow's mask glistened with Misako's blood. Rearing up, it readied to strike again. "I wish to finish my meal. Get out of my way, little one", sneered the beast. It was eying Misako's shuttering form. Hachi had managed to stop the bleeding, but couldn't do much for her here. Shinji sliced into the beast's flesh and it howled in rage. "You'll pay for that! The girl's arm only whet my appetite!", hissed the hollow. It lunged passed him, knocking Hiyori across the ground with its massive tail. Shinji plunged his zanpaktou deep into the slithering form, halting its progress. Never wavering his gaze, Shinji asked, "Hiyori, are you all right?!" She held her arms close to her. She was bleeding and there were barbs sticking out from her ribcage. "Don't worry about me, Stupid! Just kill it!", retorted the young reaper.
The hollow moved swiftly, flicking Shinji's sword into the darkness. It stared down Hachi and his barrier. "Don't be foolish. Give me the girl before the other one dies", taunted the hollow. Shinji shot a glance toward his fallen friend. The hollow smirked. "Those barbs are draining her reishi. If you don't remove them soon, she'll perish", it said. "I won't let you harm her further", said Hachi defiantly. He nodded toward Shinji who then ran to Hiyori's side. Trying to push him away, she said, "What are you doing? We're here to save Misako." Gripping a barb, he replied, "Shut up and sit still." One by one, he removed the six spikes and dropped them to the dirt. "Will you be all right if - ?", he began. "Of course I will!, she retorted. Weakly punching his arm, she shouted, "Now go!"
He smirked and moved toward the monster. It had coiled its muscular tail around the barrier, trying to break it with sheer force. Unfortunately, it was working. Hachi strained to maintain it, but cracks started racing through. He fell to his knees, panting, as it shattered. A swift blow sent him reeling. Shinji looked on in terror. It grabbed Misako, holding her high above the ground as it balanced upon itself. "Misako!", shouted Shinji as he raced forward. She smiled meekly and softly uttered "I'm sorry". The hollow bit deeply into her shoulder. Blood splattered across Shinji's face as he stood aghast in shock. Footsteps were coming from behind him, but he couldn't move. Smacking his shoulder, Kensei yelled, "Snap out of it!"
Shinji turned, a mix of blood and sweat on his face. Slowly blinking in recognition, he realized Kensei had placed his blade back into his hands. "Stay out of my way", he said, facing the dripping hollow. He had a sense of movement around him as he strode forward. Someone was tending to his fallen friends. Kensei was yelling orders. Misako lay limp in the hollow's claws, her eyes blank, but her lips faintly moving. Something, someone, stopped his advance. He turned, furious to find Tessai's hand firmly on his arm. Tessai shouted a quick enchantment and an energy wall shot up between them and the gore. "What are you doing?!", cried Shinji, struggling to free himself. He turned back at a shrill scream. The hollow had rended Misako in two.
"You dare try kido now, little soul reaper?!", laughed the hollow. It took all she had, but Misako managed to whisper the last word as the beast dangled what was left of her torso in its claws by her spine. Everyone stood completely horrified. Shinji never heard Tessai shouting to get down. A massive explosion erupted on the other side of the wall. He pounded his fists against it in shock and agony as the light and heat nearly broke his only protection. Before he could blink, he saw her corpse falling with a trace of a serene smile into the inferno. As suddenly as it had started, it inverted, taking in all potential hazards to bystanders. When it was all over, only smoldering ash littered the ground in some forgotten symbol. Tessai's wall dropped. People were slowly regaining their stances. Shinji fell to his knees in disbelief. Everything had gone wrong. Lisa stepped beside him. Silently, she knelt down and picked up a single bead.
"Shinji... I'm sorry", uttered Tessai. "What was that?", asked Lisa. She waited for a response, but Tessai quietly walked passed her as a team ran forward to collect (or obscure) evidence. People came and went, but no one bothered to treat Shinji's wounds. His head was bleeding, his hands were burned where he'd handled the barbs. He never looked away from that spot. When most of the others had gone, Lisa stood in front of him. Holding out her hands, Lisa humbly said, "These were all I could find."
Finally raising his gaze, Shinji saw what she had done. She'd spent the last several hours collecting the beads to Misako's bridal necklace. It hadn't occurred to him that he'd been there, staring for so long. She had tied them in a bundle of cloth she'd torn from her sleeve and slowly placed it in his hands. "...Thank you...", he uttered quietly.
Nodding, she left him to his grief. Kensei stepped close and grasped his friend's shoulder. "They took Hiyori hours ago. We've done everything we can here... Let's go", said Kensei. He silently led Shinji to the ward that healed his friends and left the darkness behind. Lisa watched people come and go, knowing that those two words he'd spoken to her would be all he would say for quite some time.
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Back at the present...
Ichigo sat enraptured by the emotions flowing through the room. "So, now you know", said Hiyori. He looked up, surprised he hadn't noticed her leaning on the door frame during the memories she longed to forget. "Hiyori...", he began. Turning her moist eyes away, she said, "Save it." With that, she left the silent room. All anyone could do was watch her go and wonder what was to come.
Ichigo walked nearly in a trance. There was so much about the Vizoreds he still didn't know and it seemed that every bit of new information was wrought with pain. He slowly came back to reality as a voice called out to him. "Ichigo!", waved Orihime. She froze as he looked up. His face was worn, his eyes a mirror of the devastation that he'd envisioned during the history that had unfolded before him. Forcing a small grin, he said, "Sorry I'm late." "Are you all right? If you're not feeling well, maybe you should go home and rest", she said. "I'm okay. Just thinking", he replied. He tried not to look into the mask of concern searching his face. "Come on, they'll be waiting for us", said Ichigo.
They walked toward Urahara's in silence. Orihime occasionally sent a glance toward her friend, but he seemed lost to another world. About a block away from their destination, Ichigo stopped at a tug on his sleeve. Orihime had ceased walking and looked to him for answers. "Is it...bad?", she asked. Finally meeting her eyes, he dropped the fake smile. There was no point now. "Yeah, it's bad", he said.
Without thought, he related the story to her right there beside the street. When he'd finished, he looked up to see a shuddering form. Orihime covered her mouth with her hand, tears steaming down her face. Gently touching her arm, Ichigo said, "I'm sorry...I guess I shouldn't have told you everything." She wiped her face. "No...It's all right. I think I'm starting to understand just a little of their pain...To go through something like that...I can't even imagine...", said Orihime. She was surprised to be pulled into a soft hug. "It's a lot to absorb. You don't have to come today if you don't want to", said Ichigo. "Misako needs me. I can't let her down", she replied resolutely.
After he'd stepped back, Ichigo was relieved to see the determined look in his friend's face. "Are you sure you're all right?", he asked. Orihime nodded. "I can't leave just her. Especially now that - ...", she trailed. Summoning a grin, she added, "They need us, Ichigo." He smiled slightly. "You're right", he ceded. Walking passed him, she teased, "If you don't hurry up, I'll go on without you." He grinned to himself as he followed her. The details were harsh and they'd obviously hit her deep, but he knew Orihime wasn't the type to walk away from someone in need. He knew she'd face Misako with a smile, even knowing the horror that trailed behind her.
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That afternoon, Orihime had set up a healing field and sat watching Misako sleep. Misako dreamt of days gone by and smiled softly beneath the glow of energy.
300 years ago...
Bored with his lieutenant duties, Shinji had decided to go on patrol in the world of the living. It wasn't long before he heard a scream. Following it to the source, he found a whole overshadowed by a huge hollow in a clearing. She had fallen to the ground, terrified. Throwing a rock at the beast, she cried, "Go away!" She froze in a combination of surprise and relief when a dark-robed man landed in front of her. He had long blonde hair tied behind him and held his blade with confidence. "And just when I was starting to get bored", said Shinji.
The hollow shrieked and moved back a pace, readying to strike. "This is my prey, Soul Reaper", it seethed. Shinji grinned defiantly. "Not anymore." Before she could absorb what was happening, the man was gone. She spotted him in the air, making a slice with his blade. The hollow's limb fell to the dirt, causing it to roar in anger. Shinji landed near the girl and gave a comforting smile. "You'll be all right. This won't take long", he said. Terrified, she cried, "Behind you!" He blocked the attack without moving from where he stood. "Geez, these things are such a pain", he said, slightly annoyed.
In two swift movements, the beast was dispatched, its mask falling into pieces. Shinji sheathed his sword and turned back to the frightened spirit. Offering a hand, Shinji asked, "Are you all right?" She nodded as he helped her up. Peering into his face, she asked, "Who are you?" "I'm a soul reaper", he said. She tilted her head, confused.
"We protect people like you from things like that hollow", he explained. She looked behind him, where the beast had been. "That thing was a hollow? Why was it after me?", she asked. "You have a decent amount of spirit pressure. It probably thought you'd make a good snack", said the shinigami. Glancing at her hand, she repeated, "Spirit pressure?" He, too, looked and noticed he had yet to let go. Sheepishly grinning, he took a step back. "It's a long story, but you'll learn all about it in the Soul Society", said Shinji.
The woman was intrigued, but paled as he drew his zanpaktou once more. "I won't hurt you. This is a konso. You'll go to a safer place", explained Shinji. "Wait!", exclaimed the woman. He gave a curious look. "I promise, it won't hurt. Just close your eyes and it'll be over before you know it", he said. "Can I at least know the name of the man that saved me?", she asked. Dropping his arm to his side, he grinned pleasantly. "Hirako Shinji", he replied. The woman bowed. "Yamagawa Misako", she said.
He found himself bowing in response. If only his subordinates gave him this much respect... Turning his blade around, he asked, "Are you ready?" "Will I see you there?", she inquired. He paused, caught off guard. This should have been a standard trip with no strings, but this meeting was different. The innocence in her eyes and the warmth in her smile hit him deep. Shaking it off, he lilted his head as if in thought. "Maybe...I mean, if you enroll in the academy, it's quite possible", he ventured. "Academy? You mean, become a soul reaper like you?", she asked. "You think you can take a hollow with a rock? That takes guts. You'll make it", taunted the soul reaper.
She lowered her face, blushing. "I didn't know what else to do...", she said softly. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he waited for her to meet his gaze. Drawing the hilt closer, he said, "It's time." "Wait...Just once more", said Misako. "What now?", sighed Shinji. "I haven't thanked you for saving me", she replied. She smiled softly, catching his attention again. "Can I ask a favor before we part?", she asked. "I suppose", he replied, bemused. "Close your eyes", she said. Reading his expression, she teased, "You asked me first." Grinning to himself, he gave in and did so. A moment later, his eyes opened in surprise as he felt her lips upon his cheek. She blushed deeply as she stepped back. Bowing, she said, "Thank you for saving me, Hirako-san." Slowly snapping out of it, he nodded in acknowledgment. She took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she said, "I'm ready." It was over almost too soon. Shinji stood alone and chuckled to himself. Maybe coming to this world wasn't such a bad idea.
To be continued...