A/N: A big thank you to Awen Sofer for not only helping me figure out what this story would be about, but being there for me during my massive writer's block in what has been a busy time for me. This story is going to help me get back on track with my other ones (they're not forgotten) and I hope those who read this enjoy it too.

Prologue

Where am I?

What happened to me?

The sterile smell of too much disinfectant being used was the first thing to invade her senses when gaining consciousness. A rhythmic beeping occurred every few seconds, it was the only sound she could hear.

What did I survive?

A blazing red light was behind her eyelids. Keeping them shut, she turned her head and it made her aware of the pain. There was a lot of it; inside her head, her arms and legs. She felt too weak to lift any of them. It took some effort to finally open her eyes which seemed to be sealed by the build-up of gound.

How long was I out for?

She was staring at a white wall which reflected the florescent light above her. There was a window covered with blinds and it took her blinking a few times to get used to the well-lit surroundings. With only the movement of her neck, she was able to turn around. A door the same colour as the walls faced her. Another throb of pain coursed through her head and she decided it was best to keep her eyes closed. She didn't know if it was the colourless room or whatever trauma she went through which brought along the starting of a headache. Thankful to the pillow under her head, she couldn't even remember the last time she felt such comfort.

Who brought me here?

Of all the questions she asked herself, for some reason this was the only one she had a definite answer to. Her mind was filled with red, a different one compared to when she woke up. This red was in the form of long strands of hair, her fingers twitched as she remembered the silky feel of it between them. More than the hair, she could see the man who it belonged to. His serious brown eyes staring in hers which were the same colour. The tribal tattoos which covered almost every inch of his body and the way he'd laugh when she traced the lines they formed.

Renji, where are you?

The click of a door opening broke her reverie. Her vision followed the sound and she saw a bespectacled man whose outfit and hair matched everything else she had seen so far. The only splash of colour were the blue crosses on his tie. He moved towards her to check the drip which failed to gain her attentions while she looked around the room earlier.

"I see you're awake Miss Shika Fukui. Try not to make any sudden movements. We found you outside the Emergency Department alone. You're lucky to have woken up when you did, suffering from a concussion and being unconscious for three days, it wasn't looking good for you. There are officials who want to speak with you concerning your disappearance a month ago. Do you remember what happened to you?"

Only moving a fraction each way, she shook her head. "No, I don't remember anything."