Kaleidoscope

Disclaimer-I do not own any character other than my own. I also don't own Bleach!

By Kumio Tsuki, with help by my dearest friends Sophie Zhao, and Genevieve McMinn! –Dunno if I spelt it right…

How many years, has it been? Hundred? More? I don't know how long I've stayed here, in the dinginess of this cell. Chained by padlocks and cuffs of steel, in the Detention centre. It is filled with never ending silence, this tower underground where no light can penetrate. No guards ever come here, nothing does. It is a tower, thirty meters from any safe ground, surrounded by all the most terrible things to keep other people away and me here. They have walls that are similar to the Seireitei, only three times as thick and three times as cold.

I have done nothing wrong, nothing yet I am here. I was born with the sin, born and pushed onto the path of fate that will always lead to the same dead end road. My clan's gone, my family long dead. The people that were once the best in the whole spirit world collapsed crumbled from their noble title and proud name. They were extinct to the minds of most soul reapers. There were no books on them, no history or any memories. They were simply wiped away from peoples mind. In less than 100 years, the secret massacre was put behind as people walked into the seemingly glorious future. They had been 'cleansed' of their sins, so it would seem like something awful like that never happened in the soul society. It's like history of them was wiped clean like a black board, and the only one who knew the truth was me…

Wait, I hear footsteps… Soon a male appeared from the darkness, probably the new chief of section 3.

"Miraku Hiori, there are people that what to see you," he announced softly.

"Who would want to see me, or better yet, remember me?" I replied, I could tell he didn't want to be here. My eyes did that to most people. They were a pale lavender purple contrasting strongly with my dark ebony hair that trailed below my hips. Most people of the Miraku clan were similar in appearance. But it was the ever-changing thing about my eyes that scared them. Around the outer circle of my iris were patterns. Different shapes and swirls like triangles, circles, squiggles. Every time I blinked, it changed, in size, color or shape. My eyes were like a kaleidoscope. Every time you move it, a new pattern appears. Infinite possibilities and patterns form but they disappear almost instantly.

"I do," I heard some call. Then the owner of the deep voice appeared. He had a long beard, was old and had numerous wrinkles-The Captain Commander. At his sides were a few people that I could recognize, while some were strangers.

"Listen, I've got a proposal for you that can have you leave this place," he stated

"I'm not interested; I've gotten use to the independency and isolation,"

"First just listen before you consider, you see; there have been number hollow attacks and their getting worse. I proposed to form a new division for the Gifted and Talented where they can receive special training."

"What's that got to do with me?" I hissed bitterly.

"I would like you to be the captain of Squad 14,"

"No,"

"Really? So are you just going to let your family name rot and disappear?"

"It's already dead, because of you,"

"No, it's your fault, and I'm kindly giving you the chance to re-mend this, and lift the guilt from your soul. Do you not want to announce the return of the fifth and greatest noble family? Do you not want to bring life back to these words? Do you want to be elevated back to your original status-princess and heiress to the family throne? Or do you want to stay here, and feel the gravestones of your parents waste away in the wind without care?"

"I-"

"Decide," the Captain Commander ordered.

I struggled with futilely, the sharp needles that were threaded into the nape of my neck-carefully to not hit the jugular vein. My hands were chained by heavy metal, my feet in similar conditions. This truly wasn't the condition any person would rather be in, but it wasn't for that. It was for my family I answered, for our title. How could I let the Miraku clan end in my hands? How can I let all the generations of work before hand to craft this noble family be destroyed by me?

"I accept…"

The door swung open with many creaks and complaints, it was old rusting and had seen better days. I could only stare ahead blankly into the plain white walls as a medical captain who had 'four' in kanji stitched onto her uniform. Even though I couldn't see what she was doing, I could feel her gentle hands open the lock and retract the needles that were buried in my flesh. An antiseptic pad was applied until the bleeding stopped, and while she held them in place, her vice captain swiftly opened the chain without looking into my dead eyes.

I was helped up and escorted out of the cell to a large room. Many colors that were absent in the prison were flaring brightly in the room. A few girls dressed in blue came in; helped take off the old and dirty clothes that clung to me like dew drops in the morning. But I am not fit to make that comparison; I have forgotten that touch many decades ago. I stepped into the large wooden tub full of steaming water and rose petals. I could practically feel my pores gasp at the new sensation as the welcomed the warmth. Every nerve twitched and tingled at the feeling.

I was thoroughly cleaned, my hair was washed and the smell of shampoo lingered in the room. When I left the tepid water I was wrapped in a large fluffy towel, and then sat down on a simple stool while people around me dried my hair and manicured my nails. My clothes were quickly brought in and I was soon dressed in exquisite and expensive silk. Layers of fabric were wrapped around me, and on the outer robe a dragon and phoenix were stitched in with golden thread. I was taken to a corner of the room where there was a mirror. I watched emotionlessly as they slaved around me, painting my nails a vermillion red, applying make up, finding matching earrings and a necklace from the Miraku family that only the head of the clan could wear. My hair was also put into a very elaborate and elegant style. More things of the clan appeared in the scarlet accessories placed in my hair to mark my place in society.

Finally I was brought out, and I knew everyone was startled. I hardly recognized the person in the full sized mirror as myself. I walked in front of the door, closed my eyes as the light of the sun hit my body, something I had also missed in the century here. When I dared to open my eyes, the blinding rays shone radiantly on the ground. The view was breathtaking, metaphorically of course; how the formation of the towns seemed so small and tiny. It was like I could reach out and grab a handful of buildings with my hand. Then I looked down, and everything didn't seem as nice. Thirty meters below me were long spikes that were gazing at the sun. They were the sharp and ferocious teeth of the guardian of the tower. They protected and threatened the people who had the nerve to set their eyes on them.

But the feeling outside of the tower was wonderful. I could feel the circulation of reiryoku (stored spiritual pressure/reiatsu apparently) in my body. My senses that had dulled seem to rise once more like the sun in the morning. I took in a long breath, and then let everything out in a yell that would have shook buildings like an earthquake. I wasn't surprised when a squad immediately arrived on the premises. Most seem to stare and gape while one particular captain maintained an uninterested face. He had this assiduous expression that showed nothing, there was nothing to read from his face. It was like a black board that had never been written on, no shadows of past words, pictures of history. I should have watched my reiatsu…

"How dare you not bow in front of the head of the fifth noble clan, Miraku Hiori?!" the Captain Commander ordered with a booming voice. I saw many people stumbling awkwardly at the announcement before falling down on their knees. The stoic captain with the green scarf and white clips in his hair bowed slightly with his right arm crossed across (I know, weird but I was tired and frustrated) his chest. I was suspicious of how he knew this greeting of my clan, was he another one who remembered us?

"Rise," I stated, testing my voice.

"We felt a large amount of reiatsu so…" a plain Shinigami tried to explain.

"You are forgiven, now Byakuya I would like to introduce you to Hiori. It is your mission to watch over her, and protect her," the Captain Commander announced, changing the subject. I disapproved of this 'protection', it was only another tactic so that he can track me down, but I kept quiet though.

"It is my pleasure to meet you, I am Kuchiki Byakuya…"

I half ignored his greeting, instead plunged off the edge of the platform. I felt the air attempt to slow the fall but gravity seemed to win. I loved this feeling as adrenaline coursed through my veins. I turned; saw the crowd of people with horrendous expressions painted on their faces. I switched on my eyes, in an attempt to read their thoughts, but nothing came to me. With a sigh, I flipped around, found a suitable spot and release the pent up energy as I soared through the sky, past the gap as I left the tower. (Please consider I wrote this at 11:00, I was tired…)

"Bye…"