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A small smirk curves full blood-red lips, dainty hands smoothing over luscious curves wrapped in silk, slanted amber eyes surveying her reflection in the full-length mirror. The kimono she wears is black silk, embroidered with sakura petals the color of freshly spilled blood and secured with a silk obi of the same crimson color tied into the large bow of the bunko musubi style knot. Her generous bosoms and the elegant curve of her pale throat are displayed to perfection with the lapels resting along the curve of her shoulders. The lower hem of the kimono is positioned so that the front parts slightly and barely reaches her ankles, revealing her smooth creamy legs up to about mid-thigh, the back being longer and trailing slightly on the ground behind her in a short train. Her sleeves are also different, instead being longer and bell-shaped, the top being long enough to pass her fingertips by a good four inches and the bottom barely brushing the ground.

Her raven black hair, normally falling passed her hips in a waterfall of loose silken curls, is twisted up into a complicated knot and secured with a set of silver chopsticks decorated with dangling ruby butterflies, a number of senbon concealed within. The black silk fan, embroidered with a crimson and silver sakura tree and sporting a decorative silver chain ending in an onyx butterfly, that she tucks into her obi is actually a black steel tessen in disguise. Slipping her small bare feet into her black-lacquered geta with three inch ha, she grabs her iPhone and slips it into her obi as she exits her room, making her way silently down the carpeted hallway towards her brothers room. Stopping outside his door, she raised one slender brow at the sound of raised voices, both male and female, and gave a small smirk. Pushing open the door, she leaned against the doorjamb languidly.

"What's all the commotion in here, little brother?" she purred, watching her brother's guests through heavy-lidded eyes. A smirk curved her lips when her brother took one look at her and immediately averted his eyes, his face bright red.

"Gah! Do you have to dress like that, Kinomi?!" He practically yelped as the others gaped at her open-mouthed.

"Oh, Ichigo," She purred, chuckling throatily as she sashayed forward, "my sweet virginal little brother..." She draped herself over his back and shoulders, deliberately pressing her breasts firmly against the back of his neck as she nuzzled his hair. "Just because you're a prude doesn't mean I have to be." Ichigo stiffened in her arms, face flaming.

"Oi, Ichigo! Who's the babe?" Renji demanded loudly, 'discretely' adjusting his position to conceal the bulge forming in his hakama. Instantly Ichigo was on his feet with his fist poised, Renji sprawled on the ground clutching the lump forming on his head, the 'babe' in question kneeling where Ichigo was sitting previously and nonchalantly adjusting her breasts in her kimono.

"Damare, baka! That's my sister!" He shouted indignantly, only to be interrupted by a husky feminine chuckle.

"Gomen, I should have introduced myself earlier. I'm Kurosaki Kinomi, little Ichigos elder twin sister. Nice to meet you... Shinigami-san." She purred, her amber eyes sharp beneath hooded lids.

"M-mah! H-how did you know?! We're in gigai!" The short black-haired girl stammered, stumbling back in shock. A sultry smirk curved her full red lips as her eyes slid closed, and when they snapped open those in the room, including the small white-haired captain, were nearly flattened by the sheer weight of her spiritual pressure.

"Just because my brother can't control his power does not mean I'm the same, nor is he the only powerhouse in our family, though I'm sure our power has developed in different ways." Her eyes became hooded again, and just like that the pressure was gone, as though nothing had ever happened. In the blink of an eye, the little captain was gone, off to contact the soutaicho and alert him to this powerful new presence. Chuckling softly, she stood smoothly and gave a shallow bow.

"If you'll excuse me, I must be going now. I have a show tonight." she murmured, and the queer-looking male with the feathers and the busty blonde perked up visibly.

"Show? What kind of show?" The blond asked, tilting her head. "I'm Rangiku, by the way, and that's Yumichika, Ikkaku, and Renji. The one that left was Toushiro."

"I'm a singer with a local band, we cover songs from other artists. We're playing at the bar tonight, if you're interested." She said as she sauntered out the door with a small wave.