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Byakuya Kuchiki was doing paperwork in his office as per usual when a certain red-head barged in.

"Kuchiki Taichou, Captain Commander is calling a meeting," Renji informed him as he tried to catch a breath after running all the way from 1st division to the 6th.

However the captain didn't even raise his head to respond it.

"What about it?" his cold emotionless voice broke the silence.

"It's about Rukia," Renji panicked.

The name of his sister has caught his attention and Kuchiki Taichou rose from his seat.

"Finish your paperwork," he ordered before leaving the office and Renji could do nothing, but sigh and obey.

Just as Byakuya expected meeting didn't bring any good news and Rukia was being blamed for taking her long sweet time to come back to Soul Society. They didn't dare to judge her while they don't know reason behind it, so they resolve with sending a search party, or more like duo to find Rukia Kuchiki and bring her back.

As he was walking back to the 6th division's barracks he couldn't help but find the situations troublesome. Rukia was his sister, yes, but he promised not to break any law. Not a single one. And here goes the problem: either he fulfills his promise to Hisana or the one he made in front of his parents graves. Either way it's a lose-lose situation that he is in.

He opened the doors to his office and very conveniently Abarai Renji was still in his seat doing his job.

"We have a mission," Byakuya simply announced taking a seat by his table to finish what he left.

"What kind of mission?" Renji wondered.

"We go to the Human World and bring Rukia back."

Renji hesitated. It was true that he wanted Rukia back home, but it didn't look like they were taking her back for a cup of tea. On the other hand, if they won't go, someone else will and Rukia will still face the same fate.

"Understood," Renji told after a second which contained his doubts.

"We leave at night tomorrow," Byakuya informed him and the silence once again filled the room.

The young woman sighed for the umpteenth time that day.

She was occupying a seat in a plane and heading to the Tokyo, Japan for a reason she didn't even know. And she guessed that for the same reason there was a chauffeur waiting for her to let her suffer from a long time in the car as well.

She leaned back in her seat trying to chase the idea of telling her father that this sucks out. It wouldn't benefit her in any way, what more, it can become a death of her.

She chuckled.

A thought of death was amusing to her. For a person who never saw what it is on the other side of the life might look terrifying, but she knows and she is not one bit afraid to die. For God's sake, she is a Shinigami and hell of a good one for that matter!

She sighed once again.

*What is the point of having those powers if I am not allowed to use them?* a question flashed in her mind and she was yet to find an answer to it.

Time was going agonizingly slowly and after more than 5 hours flight from New York she found herself looking for a board with her name on it. What she dreaded was that her name might be written in Japanese letters, which she cannot read at all. It sucks, because as far as she can see the case is just it.

*I should have listened to father when he told me to learn it!* she regretted not listening to her father for a first time.

However the fact that I can't read Japanese doesn't mean that I can't speak this certain language.

"Excuse me, could you read the names on the boards for me, please?" she asked the first airport attendant she saw and batted her eyelashes. Oh, she knew what effect she had on men!

"No problem, Miss. From right to left: Misaki Kurokawa, Jirou Shiguni…" he named it and she couldn't help, but tune him out and wait for her name to be said." Kasumi Seika, Takuya-"

"Wait. Which is Kasumi Seika?" the girl stopped the attendant at the mention of her name and he pointed to the one which contained it. "Thank you," Kasumi bowed in gratitude and rushed to the man.

"Hello. I'm Kasumi Seika," I told him and he took my suitcase without another word and led me to his car. Talk about a warm welcoming! I wonder whether it is a workaholic that I see.

Kasumi sighed.

*Sometimes I wish I weren't noble,* she thought. *For that matter I still can't understand why father insists on calling our family a noble one.*