Hey, people! It's me again, and here's the forst chappie to your sequel that I promised. Hope you like it! On another totally random note, my best friend spent her whole weekend drawing me a picture of Ichigo on a piece of posterboard, for my birthday present, and it's hanging on my wall, secured with duct tape. I love it to death!

This one's for you, Kayla!

Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine.

Karin sighed into the phone, not really caring if Chad heard it or not. He was trying yet again to persuade her to bring Jaunita to Mexico, and to stay with him for awhile. But she's still pissed off at him, even after two years.

It was a stupid reason, in her opinion, but she really didn't want to hurt her pride, and it was technically his fault. It was his fault he chose to join the Karakura Police Department. About three months into it, he was nailed in the leg, and was on crutches for about a month. About six months off the crutches, and he was nailed in the back, about an inch or two from paralasys, or even death.

Then she cracked. After sending Rukia to take Juanita back home, (the poor thing had been asleep for awhile) she started yelling at him. And it escaladed from there.

"You could've been killed," Karin started, trying to brush the tears away before they fell. "I could've lost you, and you'd have left your daughter without a father."

"We need the money, Karin. We're four months behind, and with our rotten luck, we'll loose the house." Chad thought for a moment. The really did need the money, and kept the electricity and water running off of a loan from Isshin. He was more than happy to give, but neither of them wanted to take advantage of him.

"I want you out the moment you're well enough to travel," Karin broke his thoughts.

Chad had pleaded with her as best he could, but it was fairly difficult when she was running from the room, and he couldn't really move.

Now, Karin had the cordless phone pressed to her ear, and was hanging clothes up in her daughter's small closet.

"Fine. Fine, I'll think about it. But you have to shut up about it really fucking fast, before I automatically say no like I've done the past nine damned times."Karin ran a hand through her raven hair, and took what was left in the laundry basket into her room.

"You know you really shouldn't be cursing in front of Juanita; she might pick something up from you."

"You know damn well that we can't stop her from picking something up. And if she picks it up from me, I know she won't say it, because she's a good kid. But if we start having some more shitty luck, she'll become a bastard who think's money is worth risking his life for!" Karin threw the phone against the wall, knocking a few picture frames down, and separating the battery cartridge from the phone.

She walked over to the mess, and hung the picture frames back up in no particular order, then set to work on putting the hone back together, which took about ten seconds.

"Mama, why did you break the phone?" A six-year-old asked, the small gap where her two front teeth would be visible to everyone.

"I was just a bit upset, is all." But Juanita knew better. She's not stupid, like a normal six-year-old should be. She was so far from normal. Along with having a darker skintone than her classmates, she also had to get her Mama to scare the ghosts away very frequently. The realghosts. "But I'm not anymore," Karin said with a smile plastered to her face.

Her daughter smiled back at her. Juanita was a Mama's girl, and other than school and work, they were pretty much inseperable.

"Mama, when can I talk to Daddy?" the little girl asked, much to Karin's inner dismay.

"Later, angel. Right now, I have to get some laundry put away, and then we have to go to Auntie Stefan's to help him restock. Then your aunt's making us dinner at Grampa's. Maybe when we get back, if it's not too late, you can call him then." Karin picked up the laundry basket, and went into her room, Juanita following.

Chad sighed, laying the phone down on the bar. Whatever, it's almost time for him to leave. That's the one thing he's got to look forward to, his students. He'd been giving boxing lessons in an old building he was renting. The rest of the time, he was a counselor at the school. He got paid pretty decent money, enough to pay his bills, at least.

He'd sold his grandfather's house to a family that needed it. They were a family of nine, and they were just now out of their hole, and were able to pay for the seven-bedroom house. Chad hadn't asked a lot for it; he sold it too them for about twenty-five percent of what it was really worth, and they paid the remainder off by dragging him over for dinner every Sunday.

Chad glanced up into the loft of his house. It was a fairly new house, just built about ten years ago. Everything else was at least fifty or sixty. His house had two bedrooms downstairs, and the loft upstairs. The had two and a half bathrooms, and the kitchen was a nice size.

When you walked in, you were facing a brick wall, and the staircase up into the loft. Then, if you looked to the right, you saw the itchen, and a bathroom door. A bit past that, was a hallway leading to the two bedrooms, joined by another bathroom.

In the loft, there's a huge lot of space. It doesn't really have anything up there, except what Chad didn't want downstairs, like his computer, and some old furniture from his grandfather's house. By the staircase landing, there's a door to the last bathroom.

Chad grabbed his keys off the counter, and left the house, neglecting to lock his door, because he was sure that nobody would rob him. Sedona was a small town; everybody knew about everyone else's business.

Well, there you go! Took me awhile, but it's up here now. Just so you know, I'll be putting up a new chapter every week, instead of one whenever it comes to me. I'm trying to stay a few chapters ahead of you this time, so that you don't have o wait for a random amount of time for the next chapter.

Shorty