So it was brought to my attention that i might want to go back and look over the first few chapters so my thoughts were less fragmented and made a little more sense. (thank you Super it was a great idea) I'm not claiming perfection but I do hope it flow a little better and is easier to read now.

XOXOX For everyone who is hanging in there with me :) It has meant a great deal :)

Sairy

She has been in and odd mood all week , not bad mind you , just odd. She seemed to be getting snappy and nasty at the little things and, that indeed was odd for Rukia . It was bad when the servants were hiding from her like they usually only did with her Nii-sama . Oh god was she turning into him ! She shuddered at that though not even bothering to hide it even though she was in the house .Not that it even mattered what she did or thought because for about eighty years it had been the same morning and evening.

Her ."Did you have a good day at work Nii-sama?"

Him ." Yes , and was your day good." It was more of statement and less of a question.

She never even bothered to respond to that one she just answer with a hmm. Breakfast was along the same line.

Her " Good morning." She had learned that no matter how cheerful she was she would get the same response.

Him , " Good morning Rukia, I hope your day will go well." Another blunt statement that left no room for small talk.

Over the years had just it become tiresome, but it was routine so why break continuity now.

That was the extent of their interaction morning noon and night for eighty bloody years ! it was mind numbing. To have a conversation with him was next to nill. However , more or less he was like that with everybody, he went through his day with a very blank impassive face and an almost monotone voice . Did he even have emotions? Did he feel anything physically? If she hit him right now would he even feel it ? She mused on this for a moment then snorted with a smirk. Or was he one of Mayuri's creepy experiments that no one bother to tell anyone about. This dark idea amused her more then she would like to admit but, it would explain so much. It would be empirical proof as to why the man had no personality.

"God I'm feeling bitter this morning." She thought.

That was only one of the things that were eating at her this week. Another was that in the last eighty or so years she had not changed one bit. No new hair color, the same hair cut, nothing added to her uniform, nothing extracted or removed. She was, well she was feeling board and boring . Why this suddenly came up or even mattered was a mystery to her. Her routine was comfortable, it was neat, it was organized ,it was. . . . . her mind screamed BOARING! . Yes she thought to herself things need to get shifted around a bit.

Who would she go to for help though with this transformation? The thought of going to Matsumoto made her cringe a bit that transformation would go over like a fart in a guard meeting. Hmm Soi Fon was out of the question because the woman would look at her like she was out her mind and possibly kill her . Hmm what about Nanao- san? Rukia shook her nope ,she loved continuity more the her Nii-Sama. This she would have to take upon herself because who knew her better than herself.

Rukia's mood started to lift a bit things were looking up and the funk was starting to go away. Now how was she going to get to the human world without her Nii-sama finding out ,and tell her no or giving her a disapproving look and sending Renji with her .

This would take a good day trip to sort out and find things she wanted and she did not need her brothers opinion via Renji's who would be fearing for his life if she came back "unacceptable" .

Then another arbitrary thought passed through her brain ,why in the hell was her borther so protective of her if he only spoke four words to her a day? She wrinkled her nose a little with slight confusion at this thought but shook it out of her head .

Then another possible idea hit her quickly as to how she could get to the human world , a brilliant idea a little risky but it would more than likely work.

She would call Urahara!

She smiled quite pleased with herself, a little confused as to why her brain was working like a ping pong ball but none the less pleased with the end result.