Hahaha so I guess I did alright on the Biology test. Could've done better, but hopefully there's an AP curve. Yaeyuh. Now for Chinese tutor and my piano teacher, who's totally going to kill me because I haven't practiced in like… a month xD Holidays and all… you know how it is.

Disclaimahhh: I own nothinggg (:

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He had always known she would have been reincarnated – the purity and peace of her soul had almost guaranteed her rebirth, soon if not instantaneous.

Even he had not expected to see himself face to face with her on a sunny morning in Karakura.

"Hello, sir! May I take your order, please?" A beaming young girl smiled down at him as he sat contemplating the menu.

He did not look up, only uttering a mild "waffles, please" and handing her the menu, glancing down at his watch the whole time. He was going to be late to his meeting with Rukia if he did not finish fast enough. The ex-ryoka, Kurosaki Ichigo, had asked for her hand in marriage; he supposed it was inevitable, given the events before, during, and after the Winter War. I guess I can't be hypocritical, he thought a bit sullenly. After all, I did break taboo by marrying Hisana…

He sighed, allowing melancholy thoughts to wash over him as he remembered all that had happened since then. Renji, his fukutaicho, had been promoted and was now the captain of the third division; typical, really, because he and Kira got along quite well. Ikkaku, after many long, drawn out protests, had been instated as acting captain of the ninth division ("No more biting from Yachiru-fukutaicho; that's something I'll be looking damn forward to.") Shuuhei's rather well known relationship with Yumichika helped matters greatly. Ichigo, now 24, had recently gone to something called "grad school" to become a doctor; in his spare time he was also acting captain of the fifth division; however, it was mainly Isshin who ran the division when Ichigo was at school. When Byakuya had first heard about Isshin's return, it took nearly all of his life-long trained willpower to not keel over and die.

Suddenly, a warm plate of waffles descended in front of him onto the table.

"Your waffles, sir!" the cheerful voice interrupted his musings. He turned his grim eyes on the waitress next to his table—and his heart nearly stopped.

"Hi…Hisana…?"

"Yup, that's my name, sir." The girl abruptly dropped her head and pointed to her nametag demurely. The sixth division captain could not miss the red blush that was spreading across her cheeks.

He stared down at the top of her head. He had been searching for her, but this cycle of reincarnation was extremely fast. It had been only a little over fifty years, and she was back in the real world… in Karakura. Working almost two blocks away from where his sister lived. The Fates are really screwing with me, a voice inside his head, sounding annoyingly like Renji, piped up.

"Why are you looking down, Hisana?"

The girl visibly gulped, and lifted her head so that he could get a look at her eyes.

"People don't like my eyes, sir… they think they're abnormal." She shrugged and laughed a bit uncomfortably. "Well, sir, enjoy your waffles…"

She was about to walk off when he grasped her wrist gently, and surprised, she turned back to face him.

"Just so you know, Hisana… I think they're beautiful."

"I… I…" she was speechless, and after staring at the strangely attractive man in front of her, tore her wrist from his grasp and ran off.

Byakuya smiled his little smile, and as the corners of his mouth turned up, he knew where he would be eating breakfast every morning from now on… if only just to see those violet eyes.

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A/N: Right! So what do you think? Feedback please; would you rather this be a one-shot just like this, or do you want me to continue? I don't really have anything planned out for this right now, but I could probably pull something off if I get enough reviews