Kye, Nitsu, Kerioo and Yomiko are the Four Heavenly Guardians created by the King. When he decided to mysteriously vanish, leaving only a few instructions behind, the Guardians decide to keep it a secret from Soul Society. But when Aizen's betrayal and plan is revealed, they decide to make a move and search for the successor to the Royal throne to fill in "the emptiness" before Aizen can strike.

Here's a little background on the story.

The King of Soul Society, is also the creator of the The Material World, and Soul Society. He created the Heaven so he could live apart from his Worlds, without influencing either. Through his creation of both Worlds, he realises that he needs an equivalent of evil, and therefore, the Worlds naturally create their own, aka: Hueco Mundo. He also creates Guardians to Heaven or His Palace (as they will mention it as occasionally). The first one is Kye. They are based on souls with naturally powerful reiatsu, though when he takes their souls, he modifies their reiatsu capability, multiplying it beyond a shinigami's. Kye, therefore, is the eldest and is looked upon as the leader by them. She is responsible and mostly by the rules, which she has to remind her comrades occasionally. She took on most of the Work load when the King reincarnated. The next in line, were Nitsu and Kerioo. Though they are both laid back and easy going, Nitsu is more emotional and cares about his "family" above anything else. He can be cranky on occasions. Kerioo loves pranks and inventions and can usually be found with Yomiko, the youngest of them. Yomiko came a lot later after her friends, which seems to be a big strain on her as she constantly tries to prove to Kye that she can be just as strong as them. She is usually shy and reserved, giving her opinions on occasions, but breaks the rules when necessary. Each of them was given a request by the King before he left, and as the story goes on, these requests end up playing a major role in the development of the plot.

Lets see...Hitsugaya here is of noble birth and meets Hinamori at the Shinigami Academy right before he graduates. Originally, he didn't want to go to Shinigami School but was forced by the expectations of his noble family. At school, he is alienated for his genius and the fact that he skipped ahead so much, but is still respected though he makes friends with no one as they all treat him like a distant star. Hinamori will become his first best friend, though he does develop feelings for her way before they first talk...Hinamori remains from Rukongai and that's all I will say or else, I will spoil the story and...then there's less of a point to reading it. Sorry if this is so messy, but I was in a rush when writing. Enjoy and review...oh and I need a BETA reader please!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Bleach characters, neither the main story but, Kye, Nitsu, Kerioo and Yomiko belong to me (thank god, for the World's sake).

(Heaven)

Kye made her way through the opulent Main Hall, barely noticing the murals depicting Soul Society's bloody battles, or the golden vases set uselessly at every corner on the gleaming floor. It bored her. This place had become such an eyesore. Even its architecture, with its twisted hallways that gave the feel of a labyrinth, ceased to spike her interest a long time ago.

It was a magnificent Palace, she had to admit it. The King of Soul Society had indeed mounted a divine habitat for them. But its greatness and outrageous size made her heart sink in disappointment every time she had to grace its walls with her presence, and she wondered if the King would mind some redecorating during his prolonged absence. She shook her head, dismissing the thought. There was no time, at the moment, for interior design suggestions.

She turned right at one of the many crossroads, letting her feet carry her towards the set destination; she knew her way around, after living here for so long. She sighed, half closing her eyes as if to shield herself from the brightness reflecting off the white walls and polished floor. She rested one arm on the hilt of her sheathed katana, letting the other dangle limply against her body, her back straight making her demeanor dignified.

She made another right turn, entering a hallway narrower than the previous one, its walls lined with paper sliding doors. She stopped in front of the tenth door, knocking softly against the wooden frame. When no answer came, she knocked again, a little harder. Still, no one answered.

"Oi! Nitsu!" she called out, her voice echoing through the empty hall.

After waiting patiently for an answer that didn't come, she slid the door open and stepped into abysmal darkness. The air in the room was damp and slightly warmer in contrast with the cool halls.

"Put the lights out…" croaked a sleep ridden voice.

She turned to look in the direction of his voice and saw the outline of his elongated silhouette stir from the futon set carelessly on the floor. "And be careful…there's a swamp right in front of you."

Kye stepped back, a little disgusted by the idea of falling into one of his numerous amphibious infested swamps. She still did not comprehend this hobby of his, neither the darkness, it was unlike him.

"What is it that you want?" he asked, pushing himself up to a sitting position whilst rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"We're leaving," she replied.

"You say that in such a light tone. We're leaving from Heaven?"

"Obviously," she said.

Nitsu rose from his bed, stretching out his limbs. He bent down to pick up a sheathed katana from the floor before joining her at the door way, dodging a few swamps whilst strapping the weapon to his dark blue obi sash.

They stepped out into the brightly lit hallway, sliding the door shut behind them.

"Oh my…What the hell?" Nitsu exclaimed, bringing up an arm to shield his eyes. "We need to do something about these Halls."

"Tell me about it…" she muttered in reply, beginning to walk down the hall.

He fell into step close behind her, occasionally looking down at her, as if expecting further details on the situation.

"Are you going to tell me what this is all about?" he said after a while of silent walking. "You know, it's a big decision to leave from the Palace, to leave it without protection," he added.

She gave him a side ways glance, considering her reply.

"I want to wait until we're with Yomiko and Kerioo so I don't have to repeat myself twice," she finally replied.

"Give me a hint then," he pushed on.

"Remember Aizen Sosuke?" she blurted.

"What? The Shinigami Captain who joined the Hollows for some freak experiment to break the barrier between Hollow power, and shinigami power?"

"In a nut shell."

"Yeah, I remember him," he paused. "I also remember that the reason for his raising of an Arran…arra…"

"Arrancar."

"Arrancar Army! Is to penetrate Heaven, therefore the Palace, and sit in the thrown of the King."

She nodded in agreement, making a sharp left turn into another hallway with high windows lining the walls, looking out to a field of cherry blossom trees.

"His on the move," she said. "I have noted several appearances of Arrancar in the Material World on the transmitter. Lots of Reiatsu fluctuation."

He stopped abruptly, causing her to look back at him with puzzled eyes.

"Nani?" she asked in her deep voice.

A shadow crossed his sapphire eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows, deep in thought.

"You want us to go to the Material World don't you?"

She didn't answer immediately.

"Something like that."

"We can't…"

"Save it," she cut in, raising her hand as if to stop whatever words would have followed that statement. "Wait until Yomiko and Kerioo are with us."

Nitsu nodded, resuming their walk side by side.

"Anyways," she added in a quiet tone. "You shouldn't worry about leaving the Palace unprotected…I have an idea."

He looked at her and opened his mouth as if to ask further details but held back upon seeing the negative look on her face. He decided to shift the conversation, taking an educated guess at what her idea might be…and knew it would probably cause turmoil yet again between Yomiko and her.

"So, do you know where they are? It's going to take us forever to look for them in a place like this," he said. "I can only remember the last time we did…"

Kye smirked, turning towards one of the many windows and pulling it open.

"Have you forgotten? They have reiatsu…"

"What are you doing?" he asked, cocking one eyebrow in utter confusion at her climbing the window sill.

"Shunpo…and, this the quickest way to the garden," she turned to look at him. "They're together, as I guessed."

As she finished her sentence, she leaped out, disappearing in a flash and reappearing atop one of the cherry blossom trees.

Nitsu followed suit, watching her still form amongst the floating pink petals with a smile.

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(Sereitei)

Toushiro rested his head against the trunk of a peach tree he was currently sitting under, the grass beneath him littered with fallen petals from the peach flowers. He looked up at its long ornate branches, crowded with pink flowers of five petals, and some small green peaches. He smiled, feeling at ease under the tree, taking in its delicate perfume.

Today had been especially tiring with final exams. Sometimes, he truly resented attending the Shinigami Academy, not only for its work load, but for all the praise and alienation he received for being a "boy genius" as they labeled him. The rest of the student body treated him like a "guest", not like an equal or a friend and at times, he wished he was "normal", and that he hadn't skipped so many years ahead of his age…

He sighed, remembering that something had actually brightened up his day. He had seen her again; the girl with brown hair parted and tied in two pigtails. She had been walking down the halls of the Academy, flanked with her two close friends. He did recognize Izuru Kira, a fellow noble. But the red headed goof ball was a complete mystery to him. He sighed again, it was rare for a girl to capture his attention like that, and it was almost exasperating. He closed his eyes, remembering how her laugh had sounded, echoing through the hall as he passed near her.

He pushed himself off the tree and stretched out lazily on the soft grass, feeling its sharp blades prickle his exposed arms. He cherished what time he had to himself, alone and just dosing off to sleep.

A sudden spike of reiatsu made him snap his eyes open in time to see a figure trip over his body and fall face down atop him.

He grunted in pain and surprise, trying to wriggle himself free of the oppressing body. Then, she lifted her self off in a flash, and he recognized her immediately, clad in a white kimono and red hakama, traditional of female Shinigami students. His heart stopped for a heart wrenching moment…

"Gomen, gomen!" she squeaked nervously, dusting herself off self consciously.

"Oi, you should watch where your going," he scolded, pushing himself up to a sitting position.

"Gomen," she repeated softly, giving him an apprehensive glance.

He watched her for a time; still dusting herself off of God knows what. He still couldn't believe she was sitting in front of him, apologizing.

"Are you okay?" he asked tentatively, keeping his voice steady even as his heart wanted to jump out of his chest.

"Mhm, I'm good. Nothing is broken," she replied cheerfully, a genuine smile spreading across her face, patting herself as if to show him that nothing was out of place.

"Soka," he said, cocking an eyebrow at the naïve look she gave him. Then, he asked her the question he had been burning to ask since he had seen her. "What's your name?"

"Hinamori Momo," she chirped. "You?"

"Hitsugaya Toshiro," he replied.

At the mentioning of his name, she giggled softly, hiding her smile behind small hands. This had the annoying effect of ticking him off.

"Nani? What's so funny?" he asked, restraining himself from screaming.

"It's just, your name…" she said between giggles.

"Yeah, what about it?" he asked, his annoyance clearly visible. But, she did not seem to mind his ice piercing glare.

"Toshiro means winter, it seems so appropriate for your hair…Shiro-chan," she explained, composing herself, putting a gleeful accent on the last two words.

Hitsugaya felt his eyebrow twitch at the offensive nickname. Shiro-Chan! He hated anything that made him sound cute and childish in anyway.

"Shiro…chan…" he growled. "Do I look like something white and fluffy!"

"Gomen ne…it just seemed fitting," she replied, a small smile replacing her earlier giggles.

"You sure apologize a lot…weren't you going somewhere?"

Hinamori jolted off the floor at such a speed it startled Hitsugaya out of his usual scowl for a split second.

"Oh no, no, no…I forgot! I am going to be late!" she yelped, running in the direction she had been headed.

"Bye Shiro-chan, I'll come see you again tomorrow!" she yelled back, waving her hand enthusiastically.

"Quit calling me Shiro-Chan!" he screamed back, crossing his arms over his chest, watching her small figure dissipating in the distance.

Histugaya awoke with a start, rubbing his forehead tentatively with his fingertips whilst sitting up form his sheet tangled bed. Dreaming of the past was for old people.

"Hinamori," he muttered, feeling the need to say her name out loud.

He pulled himself out of bed, and walked towards a basin, splashing some cool water onto his face.

He missed her. He felt wrenched on the inside even if he always put up a cold demeanor during the day, he couldn't help her pop into his mind every so often.

She was still in the 4th Division, unconscious. Every time he went to see her with the resolve of sitting by her side and talking to her still figure, he could never make it passed the door step of her room.

The 4th Division Captain, Unohana insisted on him speaking to her, to give her reasons to wake up, but he was in no state of mind to even look at her sometimes. It hurt, to think that in the end, he was useless to her. A voice pulled at his insides every time he looked at her. Too slow, too weak, too young were some of them. He couldn't help it, thinking back to Aizen's betrayal and her naïveté. In the end, he knew that soft trait of hers would be her down fall…maybe that is why he constantly felt the need to protect her.

He ruffled his hair and stood up; walking passed his bed to a sliding door that led him to a small balcony.

The waning moon was unusually bright tonight. He leaned forward, resting his forearms against the wooden railings, feeling its rough edges on his skin.

His thoughts took him back to the accident; the fight with Aizen, the image of Hinamori sprawled on the ground looking dead, haunting at the edges of his mind.

It was surreal to think that Aizen Sosuke, a model captain who always sported a kind face and fair judgment had been nothing more than a well placed mask…an illusion. He wondered briefly how it must have felt to hide like that, behind genuine glasses, never cracking the mask, always holding back, and waiting for the right time to rip it off.

He shook the thoughts out of his head. Thinking too much on the same subject couldn't lead to any useful conclusions, only speculations.

He walked back inside his rooms, but before he could slide the paper door closed, a hell butterfly fluttered after him. He stretched a finger and it landed gratefully relaying its message.

"Hitsugaya Taichou is to come to the 1st Division quarters for an emergency meeting with Captain Commander Yamamoto."

Hitsugaya sighed, watching the black butterfly flutter back out before finally closing the door. He walked towards his dresser and pulled on his black kimono and hakama over his white kosode. On the way to the door, he pulled his white haori off a chair, and strapped on his zanpaktou over his back. He wondered numbly what Yama-jii wanted this time.

"Histugaya Taichou," Yamamoto Sama greeted him, seated behind a large mahogany desk, his cane resting against the armrest of his chair.

Histugaya walked in, noting the plainness of the room excepted for large amounts of paper work spread around his desk. He bowed his head in greeting.

"Captain General Yamamoto, you called for me."

"Hai, Hitsugaya Taichou, I called you force to make a request," the old man said, pausing momentarily, as if choosing the best words to use. For Hitsugaya, it made a dramatic effect. "In the light of the passed events and the sudden appearances of two Arrancar in the Material World, it seems Ichigo could use some help. I charge you with the responsibility of choosing five officer level shinigami to go with you to the Karakura Town and assist them in anyway you can," he finished off, caressing his long white beard.

Hitsugaya felt apprehension at the sudden request. He couldn't remember the last time he had gone to the Material World…and what of Hinamori…

"Excuse me. Shouldn't we remain behind to train…"

"Are you questioning my orders, Hitsugaya Taichou?" Yamamoto cut him off in a warning tone; a frown deepening his scared and wrinkled face.

"No, of course not, Commander Yamamoto," Hitsugaya replied, bowing his head once more.

"I will take my leave," he said, turning around to slide the door open.

"If anything changes in her condition…you will be advised," Yamamoto added as a second thought.

Hitsugaya paused, still holding the door open and nodded.

"Arigatou," he said and slid the door shut behind him.

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Hitsugaya let himself fall on his futon, not bothering to remove his death robes. His eyes stung with exhaustion and he gratefully closed them against the small light peering in through the window. He had spent most of the day racking through Seireitei for Officer Level Shinigami to take with him to the Material World.

Rukia and Renji had immediately volunteered, and Matsumoto was just forced to go with him, even with her head splitting whining.

After asking most of the captains if they had any officers to spare for the mission, Kenpachi had volunteered Yumichika and Ikkaku, noting how they had nothing better to do anyways.

He felt himself sink deeper in his bed, shifting to a more comfortable position. His breathing slowed and all thoughts seemed to drift off into the walls that appeared to be winking at him…it felt so good to let the darkness envelop him….

A sudden noise startled him awake. He looked frantically around the room for its source, but nothing seemed out of place, no hell butterfly was knocking at his window either.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, passing his fingers wearily through his hair. Something felt wrong. He slipped out of his bed, feeling an unexplainable weight in his chest. He grabbed his zanpaktou which had carelessly fallen on the ground. He figured the sound must have woken him up. He strapped it to his back and looked once more at the window. It was still dark out, the moon now reduced to a thin crescent shape.

He blinked, still feeling the weight and his heart beat increase in strength. He put hand to his chest, feeling drained. What was going on? He racked through his memories, but nothing seemed to have caused this…it was just a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

"Ne, Hitsugaya Taichou," he heard Matsumoto call from the door, in a light tone.

"What is it, Matsumoto?" he asked, looking one last time at the moon before walking to the door and sliding it open.

The look on his vice captains face froze him. She looked anxious, her eyes filled with dread. And yet, the next words she spoke came in a quiet voice.

"Hinamori san died an hour ago…a hell butterfly came to the office… but you weren't there… so I took the message…and…" she fumbled with her words, looking down at him with concern, but he was out before she could finish her sentence.

He heard her call out to him several times; he didn't bother turning around. The whole world seemed to be collapsing before him…his world…

She couldn't be dead, that was the first thing that was playing over and over again in his mind. Hinamori wouldn't die.

He crossed the 10th Division court yard and shunpo'd to the roof, jumping from top to top, his mind rushing with random thoughts and memories bumping against each other; his heart a turmoil of emotions. A phrase popped into his thoughts and Unohana Taichou's soft voice rang through his head, shoving all else aside:

"You should talk to her, say something. I think she needs to know that someone is waiting for her…that she is needed…"

No, she knew that he needed her…she should have…

He burst through the 4th Division wooden doors, skidding to a sudden halt. Unohana Taichou was standing in the middle of the hall like a sentinel. She had probably been expecting him.

"Hitsugaya Taichou…my deepest apologize…"

"I want to see her," he said, almost requested, in a harsh voice.

She nodded and moved out of his way, giving him free range to walk in to the room.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion. He had the sudden urge to just turn back and run as far away as he could. Instead, he walked on, hearing his footsteps echo through the clear hall.

Hinamori.

He passed Unohana Taichou and reached out a hand to pull the paper door open.

Hinamori.

He felt the dread and pain eat at him as the door slid open. He took a hesitant step forward, and then another and another until he found himself at her bed side, at last. He looked down at her, shock registering on his face when he didn't see her chest make the usual rise and fall it should have been doing. He brushed his knuckles against her pale cheeks, and they felt so cold beneath his touch.

Hina…mori…

Something stung at the edges of his eyes, but he barely noticed when hot tears spilled down his cheeks. He shut his eyes against the overpowering images that swam before him…breathing had suddenly become so difficult…

"Hitsugaya kun is always so serious."

And then, a deep female voice, unfamiliar to him, cleared all the thoughts away.

"What are you hiding behind that frown…Toushiro?"

Hitsugaya bolted from his bed, knocking aside his zanpaktou, its clatter echoing throughout the room. He felt sweat drip down his furrowed brow, and he wiped it with a shaky hand.

It was a dream, a nightmare…just a nightmare. He picked up his zanpaktou and rearranged his death robes, feeling a sense of déjà vu as he strapped it on his back. He pulled the door open. No Matsumoto.

He rushed out of the tenth division and used the same route to the 4th Division he remembered from his dream, feeling the aftermath of the pain and dread from before.

He burst through the doors, and walked down the hall. No Unohana Taichou waiting for him in front of Hinamori's room.

He kept his breathing steady as he walked towards the paper door and pulled it open, the sense of déjà vu never leaving him.

He relaxed at the rhythmic sound of her vitals recorded by the machines hooked to her. He stepped in and stood at her bed side, watching her chest slowly rise and fall in rhythm with her heart beat.

He brushed his knuckles against her pale cheeks, the warmth of her skin washing over him like a great wave of relief.

She was alive. And it had just been a dream. He almost felt like laughing as he pulled the only chair in the room to her bedside and sat down, encasing her small hand between his.

Hitsugaya rested his head at her side, kissing her hand softly before closing his eyes.

For some reason, he did not have the strength to leave her out of his sight tonight.

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(Heaven)

Yomiko kneeled down, feeling her knees sink into the thick, moist soil beneath her. She dipped her hand inside a bag of seeds set next to her, closing her eyes, enjoying the feel of the grains gently massaging her hand as she pushed it deeper inside. She pulled her hand back out, holding one oval shaped seed, barely the size of a pea.

Digging a 2 inch hole in the ground with her bare hands, she set the seed in its center and covered it up, patting the soil above it. She smiled down at her progressing work, and then faltered a little when she realized she still had two full rows ahead of her.

She rose to her feet and flipped her waist long braid back.
A sudden breeze made her shiver and she turned to look at her surroundings…that breeze felt too familiar.

"Kerioo," she said, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

A boy, at least a foot taller than her materialized before her, sheathing his zanpaktou with a light grin on his handsome face. He regarded her with his gleaming gold eyes as if he were laughing at a joke only he understood.

"Good, you're learning how to keep your guard up," he complimented.

"And you, in turn, are becoming quit good at hiding your presence," she said in turn, picking up the bag of seeds from the ground.

"So many compliments, I do believe we are spoiling each other…"

"Don't flatter yourself."

She watched him from the corner of her eye pull out something from the inside of his kimono, curiosity pulling at her insides.

"What is that?" she asked, turning to take a better look at him.

"It's for you," he said, extending his hand.

Perched on his index finger was the most peculiar animal she had ever seen. It reminded her of a worm, but embellished by two black wings with intricate designs in various dark shades.

"I repeat my question…what is it?"

He cocked his head to one side, smirking mischievously.

"It's a butterfly…a Hell Butterfly to be more exact," he said, pushing it towards her with insistence. She extended her index finger, and it fluttered obediently to her, feeling weightless on her finger tip.

"The King had a whole army of them made a long time ago, before you came along. But, they're rare here; they mostly live in Soul Society. He made them for the Shinigami after all," he explained.

"What do they do?" she asked, examining it from every angle.

"They're like…communicating devices. They relay messages and stuff."

Yomiko widened her eyes in surprise, and looked at it more closely, as if searching for any hidden buttons.

"How…"

She was interrupted by a sudden rush of reiatsu and a familiar apprehensive feeling settled on her. She turned around to find Kye standing behind her, followed by Nitsu.

"Ohaio, Yomiko-chan, Kerioo," he greeted with a smile, his tone a little too enthusiastic.

"Nitsu," she replied, reaching up to ruffle his red hair.

She then looked at Kye and nodded with a smile.

Kerioo regarded them with curiosity, his earlier mischievousness gone, replaced by a stoic look.

"What's wrong?" he asked, directing the question at Kye.

"There has been some commotion going on in Karakura, more so than before," Kye said. "The Arrancar are moving in, they have already made an initial invasion and I'm afraid that at the rate this going, the shinigami won't stand much of a chance."

She paused as if to let the news sink in before resuming her explanation.

"The machines in the Science room picked up an insane amount of reiatsu emanating from the arrancar."

"You want us to go and lend a hand?" asked Kerioo.

"No, not really. I was thinking more along the lines of finding the King…or at least, his successor. But to find the successor in line, we need to find him first."

"How do you propose we do that? Have you forgotten, he left Heaven on purpose to reincarnate…he could be anyone…and, most probably no longer the King we knew…" he retorted.

"I know…but he never told us what to do in case we needed to fill in the Royal Seat again!"

"We don't need to," Nitsu interjected. "We could fill it in ourselves, we're strong enough."

"You know that's not how it goes Nitsu! There are rules to this, rules WE need to follow!"

Yomiko watched them glare at each other, not daring to interject in their discussion.

"We can find the successor at the least…we might sense his reiatsu," Kye continued.

"Aizen is aiming for the Royal Palace, we can't just sit around and wait for him to come knocking at our door when all of Soul Society and the Material World will be annihilated. I say we make a move on and try to find the one person that could stop this."

"And how do you think Soul Society will react when they find out that hey, Aizen was right after all, there is no King sitting in Heaven, just a great vacancy," Kerioo countered.

"We don't need to tell them," Yomiko offered and felt self conscious when they all turned to look at her. "I mean, we can still go and help out in the war, and on the side, we look for the next King."

"Pretty smart," Nitsu said. "But tell me, are we going to leave the Palace wide open for an attack?"

"No, I was going to get to that…"

She gave a few furtive glances in Yomiko's direction and Nitsu caught her arm before she could continue.

"Can we talk before you say anything…" he said, pleading her with his eyes.

"Yeah…" Kye replied, unsure of the situation.

He pulled her away at a distance and Yomiko strained her ear to hear them.

"Are you thinking of leaving Yomiko behind?" he asked in a furious whisper.

"Maybe," she answered, glaring back at him. "It's for her own good, she's not ready to face Menos Grandes let alone Arrancar," she continued in the same fierce whisper he had talked with.

"Do you even know what she is capable of? Do you even pay attention?"

"I do," she replied in an offended tone. "She's probably at a Shinigami Captain level by her age…"

"Right. She could easily defeat a Vasto Lorde at her stage in training! She passed Captain level ages ago. You don't pay attention. Take her, we need her."

"I don't want to jeopardize her safety…"

"So leaving her in charge of Heaven won't?"

Kye remained quiet for the first time…looking back at Yomiko who stood a distance from them, straining to pay attention to their conversation.

"She'll be safer with us," he continued, looking down at Kye's crimson eyes. "And she'll hate you for an eternity if you don't take her…"

"What about the protection of Heaven…"

"It's fine," he said. "I thought about it. If the portal to the Palace is within Soul Society, there is no way Aizen can slip passed us…"

"We'll be in the Material World for a while," she said staring back at him, feeling her argument shred before her.

"We'll know if he enters Soul Society, trust me…"

"I do," she replied simply before turning away from him and walking back towards Yomiko and Kerioo.

"We leave tomorrow," she said to Kerioo's utter surprise.

"What about Heaven's protection…?" he started.

"Talk to Nitsu on that, his in charge of that mission," she replied simply, crossing her arms over her large bosom. "We're following on Yomiko's idea. We go in secret. Plus, they could use our help…"

With that said she turned around and stalked away, leaving Yomiko, Kerioo and Nitsu baffled.

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