A/N: It's my first story on fanfiction :) Please review.

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My knees hit the ground with a satisfying thud as my equilibrium let me become off balance. My hands felt the dirt next and rocks dug in painfully. My weapon lay to the far right and I was too beaten up to make any real attacks with my hands.

You can't give up. My little sister was the one to tell me that when my temper finally gave and I stormed out of the room. As the elder you'd think I'd be the one giving the advice.

I never gave up anyway. My temper flared. How dare these cowards try to make a fool out of me?

I stood up onto my feet and wobbled. I had taken one too many hits to the head and it was taking it's toll. One of the punches had managed to open a cut above my eye and blood ran cutting off vision from my right eye.

"Wow you're still able to stand up," a man said.

"I thought she'd be more of a challenge, but look at how pathetic she is."

I snarled at them. "It would have been more of a challenge if you hadn't snuck up on me like the cowards you are."

They had been waiting right outside the portal. Somehow knowing that I was going to be there. Somehow knowing that today was the day I was finally running away. How did they know all of this?

A katana flew past my shoulder I ducked so it just barely missed. There were five guys in total and none of them had even released their katana to its shikai and I was already in this horrible state.

Five feet away from me was my preferred weapon. It was two razor sharp fans attached together by a long chain. It had no shinigami properties whats so ever, but I could fight one well enough with it.

I had another weapon though. My katana was still sheathed and ready for use the second I decided I wanted it, but I was scared. Unsheathing it would be my final option. Besides hand to hand combat was one of my specialties. I just need to collect my thoughts and ignore how every inch of my body seemed to ache. Things weren't looking up.

I felt the weapon miss my head by inches. A few strands of black hair floated to the ground and I had just gone to my favorite hair dresser in the human world. Someone was going to pay.

The next time the sword came around I was in the right state of mind to get serious. I kicked up my leg reflexively and felt as it made contact with the under side of the sword. There was enough power in the kick that the sword slipped from his grip and fell to the ground. I wasted no time and sent another kick to his stomach getting satisfaction when he flew through the air. A smile made its way across my face.

"There someone paid," I said happily. There was one point for me and too many to count for them. One point was enough to get me in a good mood.

Did I mention before that there were five, not just one guy. Guess my small victory made me forget about that part. I felt the a blade begin to press into my leg. I moved quickly enough that the cut that was created wasn't deep enough to be life threatening. I hadn't moved quick enough to escape the stinging that immediately occurred.

My jeans were ruined. Not that I cared at this point. Right now it was about getting out alive. I just had to see Soul Society one more time before escaping to the human world forever. It just shows where being sentimental got you.

Assuming I ever saw my father again I was going to yell at him for cooping me up in the house all the time. This was one of the main reasons I was running away. How was I suppose to expand my combat skills if I was stuck in my room all day? That and I was an adult by today's standards. I had control over my own life.

Yeah that's why I snuck away instead of walking out through the front door. I was definitely in control of my own life.

By this time the man that I had kicked down had gotten back up and he didn't look very happy at all.

"You're lucky the boss wants you alive," he growled out before giving me a hook that made my teeth clang together uncomfortably. I stumbled for a moment before falling over. That seemed to be all my head could take.

I immediately tried to roll to my right only to find a guy there. The same went for my left. Looking around now I realized I was well and truly surrounded and there was no way I was getting back up until after I was pummeled into oblivion.

A guy kicked my side and a few ribs gave away with a vicious crack. Pain shot through my side as I let out an agonized groan. Yeah I definitely wouldn't go into blissful unconsciousness without a ton of pain first.

"Are you sure this is who he wants? She's so fucking weak."

A guy knelt down by my face and peered. "Yeah she's weak, but this is definitely the chick."

Weak. The word burned through my mind and left rage in its absence. I spit in the guy face. Yeah it was completely vulgar, but he had begun to peek down my shirt. That in my mind topped my spitting act.

A foot connected with the side of my face and for a second I worried it would be lights out. "The bitch spit in my face!" he screamed like a little pansy. How pathetic. I wonder what he would do if I had actually managed to cut him.

The guy stopped his damn whining only to grin down at me. Smiling after crying like that never meant anything good for me. "So the boss said we couldn't kill her."

"That's right."

"Well he didn't say nothing about playing around with her first."

My blood went cold. For some reason I didn't think 'playing around with her' was a nice game of checkers. I glared up at the guys. I was mostly angry at myself at this point. How had I let myself get caught by such losers?

It didn't matter how I had let myself the fact was I had and now it was game over or so I thought.

Despite how horribly I had done in this particular fight I am actually a trained Soul Reaper. I just had never had a chance to use these skills in real combat before. I hadn't fought well, but I did see this mans moves with perfect clarity.

These amateurs probably never saw it coming. They had all been too busy staring down at the oh so defenseless girl. It had been their mistake, but honestly even if they had been watching I doubt they would have seen this guy coming. I only saw seconds before he struck.

He was using a technique called flash step. His was faster than the norm which wasn't surprising considering who he was. The speed at which he moved wouldn't have been detected by most soul reapers. I was trained to detect all different techniques. Apparently I wasn't trained well enough to defend against them.

He was currently using a specific move called Senka. He was known for it so it didn't surprise me that much. He moved behind his opponents back and in the process used attacks that sealed their Saketsu and Hakusui which basically means no more spiritual energy for the bad guys.

I watch as within second all five of the guys were surrounding me on the ground face down. Blood gushed out of their backs and chest. Each of their eyes were wide in shock not knowing what had happened, where it had happened, and who had made it happen. This man moved so quickly that even when I watching him closely I hadn't even been sure if he had removed his sword or not. So the tales really do tell the truth. Great.

He stood above me. Just staring without a real hint of concern maybe some curiosity because I certainly didn't fit in, but he didn't seem to care that I had just been victim to the five men he had just killed.

He was probably just short of six feet, but the immense spiritual energy that came off of him would make him seem like the tallest and most powerful man in the room. His elegant black hair barely touched his shoulders and parts of it were held in a headpiece called kenseikan. I knew it was a semblance of his nobility. Emotionless gray eyes stared into me as I surveyed the rest of him. He had the scarf he usually wore of course and a white uniform that were only made for captains.

I was staring at one of the captains of the Gotei 13.

How could my luck get any fucking worse.

"Why the hell did you kill them?" I shouted at the nobleman pulling myself up to my feet.

He just stared at me not saying anything. He then blinked once in surprise causing me to roll my eyes at him.

"Well!" I demanded. All I needed to do was add a few foot stomps in there and I'd be set.

He looked like he didn't want to answer just because of the demanding tone in my voice. To my surprise he did. "As you may know these five have been wanted by Soul Society for the past one hundred and forty-four hours for their traitorous acts." I now understood why the Shinigami Women's Association was so enraptured by him. His voice held the same coldness that his posture reflected, but it was beautiful none the less.

And of course I didn't know that because I had spent the past week in the human realm! That wasn't really what I was asking anyways. "That's not what I meant idiot! I wanted to kill them!"

He stared at me his eye widening a faction. "You seemed to have been having trouble."

"I could have damn well handled it myself!" I obviously could not but that wasn't the point here damn it.

He couldn't seem to find a way to reply. Anyone could tell by his uniform that he was a captain and most people would probably recognize what captain and treat him as the noble he is. I was no longer in the mood to play nice.

"Byakuya Kuchiki," he said slowly as an introduction. He then paused obviously waiting for me to say my name in reply.

I said nothing.

"Your name is?" he asked. I could see the beginning of annoyance in his gray eyes, but nothing changed in his outward appearance.

I had already known who he was, but him actually saying his name had made it more real for me. He was a noble and if anyone were to recognize me or my name it would be him. Sure he hadn't seen me in over one hundred years, but I wasn't willing to bet on time erasing any of his memories.

I turned and walked away. For two steps. Then he appeared in front of me. I could probably flash step on back to the portal, but with the injury to my leg that wouldn't be smart.

As if on the same train of thought he glanced down. "You're hurt."

"Well aren't you a smart one," I replied shortly. I also have blood running down my face Mr. Obvious.

"You should be taken to squad four-"

"I'm not going to the medical division Captain Kuchiki," I interrupted briskly.

I had actually been wondering how far I could push his oh so noble pride before he snapped. "As your superior-"

I took some kind of glee out of interrupting him. I believe it's because of the shocked look that appeared on his face every time I did it. "Listen Captain Kuchiki I'm not a Soul Reaper or some kind of noble so you really don't have to pay me anymore attention. Go and file the paper work for the guys you just killed," I said

Another pat on the back for once again leaving him speechless. "You were injured do to Soul Reaper matters and should have our medical treatment," he said coldly. I think I had finally managed to really irk him.

"I don't want any medical treatment," I answered back as I tried to walk past him. He let me get five feet.

"Your name." It was no longer a question. It was now a demand. I wasn't going any deeper into the Seretei and that was final on my part. I had a feeling he was about to force me to go to the medical squad just because I was being difficult.

"I don't feel like telling you Captain Kuchiki."

"You were meeting up with traitors-"

"Sorry if I don't think being beat up by traitors counts as meeting up with them."

"-which would make you a person of suspicion."

I laughed. "Oh of course it would. To think I thought you were actually intelligent."

My barb had no effect. "We can bring the matter of your name in front of the Gotei if you would so prefer."

Jackass. I guess it was my fault for acting all suspicious. Who the hell denies medical attention? Oh ,right suspicious people who were trying to get away as soon as possible. I guess I had brought the inquiries on myself.

"If I tell you will you leave me alone?" I asked hopefully. The faster I got back the human world the closer I was to freedom.

He made no answer in response.

I sighed and hoped that he would never remember me.

"My name is Miyako."