Title: Fade To Black, Yuki's Remembrance

Author: Shadewolfy

Rating: T (Not really but just for fun)

Genre: Romance, Angst (Little bit, tiny really)

Warning: Hmm, spoilers for some, not all. Definitely the movie thought

Disclaimer: Don't own, I'd figured that much out by now

Summary: Why don't you remember me. Please remember me. Remember us.

Talk = "You love me."

Thought = But now you don't know

Sequel to Love Amongst The Snow

Bringing You:

Fade To Black, Yuki's Remembrance

Remember Me

Chapter 1

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Yuki's feet made nary a sound as she stepped amongst the mist, searching her mind for evidence. In her hand, which she held close to her chest, was the tenth squad sigil that had been on her outfit, which was now ripped off.

Large soft silver-grey eyes searched her mindscape for any evidence of Kasumi, who hadn't been answering any of her calls since that night when everything had seemed to go wrong.

Flashes of the boy with orange hair and the girl with black hair who looked a lot like Hisana-chan, ran through her mind once again and Yuki scrunched up her nose, trying desperately to grasp the memory, but to no avail. It slid like glittering silk between her fingers, to be lost.

Yuki snorted; this wouldn't do at all. Ever since the day before yesterday everything had seemed wrong in her environment. Some of her things was missing; all the items she would use if a sleepover were somehow in her future, wasn't there. Unfortunately she could remember no night where she took her stuff along.

And somehow parts of her memory were missing. Somehow parts of her memory that were supposed to connect just didn't and others just seemed to have loose strings drifting in the air.

Like how she knew Renji.

Yuki didn't remember ever being introduced to Renji, only seeing him in passing and knowing that he was a fukutaicho, yet how on earth could she know that Renji was a furious eater, like he was afraid the food would be taken. Or how his sword's name was Zabimaru, The Baboon King. Or that calling him pineapple would set him off.

There was no logical explanation, so Yuki decided to delve into the illogical.

Like how maybe something had been done to her mind.

And that was the reason why Yuki was going to see Kasumi, why she had been calling her, was to find out if Kasumi knew why her mind felt violated.

"Kasumi-chan, are you here?" Yuki called, cupping her hands by her mouth, before she listened to her echo bouncing off the walls, going further in.

"Yuki-hime?" It was faint, but it was Kasumi.

"Kasumi-chan." Yuki called again as she ran down the corridor, shielding away from the heavily locked doors that ran down the same corridor, following the path she was taking.

Yuki finally saw Kasumi standing before one of the doors, gazing at the door with a sad expression on her face. Yuki slowed when it became apparent that Kasumi wasn't aware she was standing next to her.

Yuki wrapped her arms around the dazed zanpaktou, leaning up to whisper into her ear, "Kasumi? Are you alright?"

Kasumi looked down to Yuki and Yuki was shocked to see tears in Kasumi's eyes. Kasumi smiled an incredibly sad smile and whispered softly, "You came."

Yuki frowned sadly, "Kasumi, you're scaring me."

Kasumi sniffed softly, "So sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I'm just sad."

"I can see that Kasumi-chan, but what I want to know is why? Why are you sad Kasumi?"

Kasumi turned back to the door, reaching out to place her right hand flat on the door, "What do you feel when you see this door, Yuki-hime?" She asked.

Yuki blinked at the change of topic, but mentally shrugged it off. She turned to the door Kasumi was watching and frowned, she had the same feeling with this door as she did with every other door in the corridor, "I feel like I would be punished if I went near it."

Kasumi shook her head sadly, "Would you do something for me Yuki-hime?"

Yuki turned back to Kasumi, "Of course Kasumi, you just have to ask, you know that."

"Then I want you to open the door," Kasumi motioned to the door.

"Kasumi . . ."

"Please Yuki."

The lost of –hime to her name made Yuki realize how important it was to Kasumi that she open the door so she stepped away from her zanpaktou.

At first Kasumi stiffened, fearful that her loss of respect would make her wielder leave before she became abruptly loose when Yuki stepped up to the door, visibly fighting her need to leave. Yuki turned to Kasumi, smiling, though with difficulty, as she asked, "Did you think I was going to leave"

Kasumi smiled at her wielder but didn't answer. Yuki nodded sharply before she turned back to the door and stretched out her hand.

Her right hand touched the doorknob (western style) and twisted.

The door creaked open.

xXxXx

"Yuki!"

Yuki turned to Rukia who was running up to her, smiling at her friend.

"What's up Ru-chan?" She asked.

"I'm going to the living world as the shinigami for a small town that has had many hollow sightings."

"That's great, Rukia, but why are you telling me?" Yuki asked.

"Well, I figured I might as well get you some of those sweets you like so much as a surprise, but there was one problem" Rukia admitted.

Yuki frowned playfully, "And what would that be?"

Rukia pouted, "I can't remember what they were called."

Yuki laughed, trust Kuchiki Rukia to do something like that.

xXxXx

Yuki stood at the back of the gathering shinigami, not even trying to see over the men who stood before her.

They stood so swamped before her that she had no way of seeing her new taicho and fukutaicho of squad 10.

Yuki carefully touched the hilt at her side, Kasumi the mist goddess, in reverence as she thought of the fledgling bond that was forming between her and her zanpaktou.

Zanpaktou.

It took everything in Yuki not to squeal in a high voice.

She was finally here.

She was finally a real shinigami.

Now she would be able to do everything she had always wanted to.

A sharp gravelly voice broke her concentration (read: hyper freak-out) as the voice addressed the crowd.

Yuki listened, compelled, to the voice, "You are all in 10th squad, the investigation and retrieval squad. We are the first wave to be sent in. In this squad, much like the second squad, stealth is the key. If you prefer violence, move to the 11th squad. Otherwise don't any of you dare to abuse, bully or harm any other shinigami, got it. And for the love of all that is Cold, leave the 4th squad alone. Their taicho would kill me. Now check in with your assigned number."

Yuki glanced down to the two in her hands before she glanced around. To her right was a number two above a door, which she immediately walked to. She had to dodge three different men, each with the intention of meeting the pretty little snowy shinigami, before she slipped into the room. She had just slid the door closed when she heard a soft gasp.

Oh boy, my hair again.

The woman, for she was a woman, squealed suddenly and Yuki was violently yanked back. At first she wanted to fight when she realized that the woman was only hugging her, her huge breast blocking her ears so Yuki didn't hear a word the woman said.

The woman twirled Yuki around before she started dragging Yuki along. Yuki blinked slowly but decided to go with it, the woman would run out of energy soon enough.

I hope.

"Taicho!" The woman suddenly screeched, making Yuki flinch and stare up at the clearly insane person. Seriously, who yells at a taicho?

The insane person, Yuki was really starting to fear for her life, pulled her up to a door that she ripped open. But not before Yuki got a look at the door's sigil.

The taicho's office, oh boy.

Yuki was pushed into the office quite violently, where she flopped onto the couch facing the door. She watched as the woman, a strawberry-blond with pretty blue eyes, started rambling. Yuki shrank into the couch, praying with all her heart the Kasumi suddenly developed the ability of intangibility when the taicho that had been in the office walked around the couch, stopping next to her.

Yuki glanced down to her hands and shivered softly when the taicho spoke, "Matsumoto," So that was the weird lady's name, "What is the meaning of this? Shouldn't you be at the sorting?"

Matsumoto stopped, "But taicho, I mean, look at her."

Yuki flinched softly, she didn't have to say it so bluntly, she knew she was weird, with the white hair and all.

"So?" The taicho asked.

Yuki blinked, did he not care? Yuki felt a bubble of hope growing in her chest, hoping against all hope that he would not turn out like Jushia, her old boss.

"But taicho, look. She's a shiro as well." Matsumoto moaned.

Yuki stiffened, shiro. How she hated that nickname.

Wait.

As well?

"Matsumoto," The taicho growled. Matsumoto eeped before she left, or more accurately, ran for her life.

White and black stopped before her as the taicho turned to her. Yuki watched a hand reach down before the taicho pulled her face up.

The first thing Yuki noticed was the white, pure white spiky hair, but the thing she focused on?

Why, the beautiful teal eyes of her new taicho of course.

xXxXx

Yuki scrubbed the walls before her, kneeling down in to get to the hard to reach places.

"You didn't have to do this," Hanatarou whispered from behind her.

Yuki scoffed lightly, "And let those idiots get away with what they did? Never!"

Hanatarou blushed softly, "Thank you."

Yuki turned to her friend, smiling widely, "I'll always protect you Hanatarou, I won't stop until you want to protect yourself."

Hanatarou ducked his head, smiling with tears in his eyes.

Yuki just went back to her scrubbing when she heard voices coming from the pipes to her right. Yuki turned to the darkness, "Hanatarou?"

"Yeah?"

"Is anyone else supposed to be in the system?"

"No why."

"Because there are people in the system."

"What?" Hanatarou stepped up next to her; both of them watching the darkness and listening to the voices get louder.

"I told you not to take that path."

"Hey it's not like you know where we're going either."

"It's also your fault we're in this mess."

"Idiot, I'm not the one that took a header into a brick."

"Yeah but you're the one who yelled and attracted their attention."

"Shut up!"

Around the corner before them came two men, arguing quite loudly. Yuki frowned before she recognized them. One was Ganju, part of the Shiba family and the other was.

Yuki gasped.

The other was Rukia's Ichigo, the kid from the living world.

He must be here for her.

Yuki strode forward confidently until she was right in front of the men, who were both watching her warily.

"You two want to go to Rukia?" she asked.

The blond nodded furiously, grasping her arms and pulling her closer, "Please tell me you know a way to her."

Yuki glanced back to Hanatarou, who nodded to her. She turned back to Ichigo, "Yeah, and we can take you if you make a deal with us."

Ichigo nodded again, willing to deal, but Ganju frowned, "Anything."

"Wait," Ganju got out before Yuki interrupted him.

"We want you to promise to do everything in your power to break Rukia out," Yuki stated.

Ichigo nodded, his vibrant brown eyes alight.

xXxXx

It all clicked in her mind.

She let go of the doorhandle.

Yuki dropped to the floor, or at least tried to before Kasumi grabbed her and hoisted her upright.

It burned, it hurt so badly. Yuki felt like her hand and her head were on fire. It hurt so badly.

Make it stop.

Please.

Make it stop.

xXxXx

Haha, I know right.

Most of you really want to kill me right now eh, eh, eh?

But don't worry, it will happen.

Eventually.

Maybe.

Umm.

Yeah.

Okay.

Bye

Peace.

Out.

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