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A/N: When I reviewed back the chapter one, I was like OMFG. My english. My grammars. And I was weeping buckets for those mistakes that I made. I lost wills for awhile and pardons the mistakes and tell us what need to fix. Since we're newbies. If the words doesnt interest you, the plot might be the substitute for that.. I hope. Well enjoys~!

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The sound of gushing wind fumes the pregnant silence accompanied by the harmony noises that nature emitting.

Blink.

The swaying of green lively grass created soft whisper against his tanned skin, sending warm shimmering feelings to the core.

Blink, blink. More blink.

Seconds later, his eyes adjusted to his surrounding and his brain groggily trying hard to connect the dots. He peered to the sky through his long messy bang. His ears caught up the hustle of the background. Slowly as ever, his sluggish fingers began to swim across his belly, up to his chest where the lungs located at. He could feel his vital organ beating a weak rhythm through a thin line of dirty white shirt; he took a deep breath to confirm his suspicion. Still beating. Alive. Like he wasn't dead… Yet.

Or maybe not. But…

What really happened?

He tries to recall his previous event that leads him to this. Blank—nothing except his name, Shikamaru. Something is obviously wrong when there is nothing. He tried and tried but still the same outcomes followed by the buzzing noise lingering within his hearing and a minor headache.

He sighed abruptly while standing up from his previous position, hinting this will be quite — if it is being dragged on. Somehow, he felt incomplete with that blank on.

His messy long hair was dancing gracefully in the air to his waist like it soothed over for comfort as he gazes the beautiful scenery before him. His eyes clearly dark brown in color but a little bit larger and less narrow as he used to be. His face changing from matured to baby-face like since he was 8 years old now but still have his own typical expression that might make people mistaken him for a gloomy girl if he don't tie his hair soon. Two steps behind him; stood an old soaring oak tree that aged longer than him.

"Hey." He tensed as a hand tapped his small shoulder harshly from behind. On split second, he found himself panting with his small hand almost an inch away from hitting a vital point of the tied red hair brat pinned down by his leg that highly will paralyze someone and caused some muscles torn because of high pressure.

"H-Hey! Ow-w! The hell, take it e-easy!" The red hair cursed as he struggles to get away from Shikamaru.

A hustle from the nearby bushes could be heard as a girl wearing a ragged kimono come out with smug face eyeing on the red hair brat. Probably a year older than him hence the way she speaks. She said, "Told you so, idiot."

Then she directs her eyes sternly on Shikamaru. 'He' is not she as she suspected. Thus one does not simply underestimate someone with single glance. Like that idiot. Inwardly smirking with delight for her winning on the bet earlier, she took a step closer towards her idiot friend and the stranger. Shikamaru scowled to other as if it is a silence warning to not cross the line.

"Look, we mean no harm at all. This idiot might be but he's okay," she gave a reassured glance to Shikamaru. Signaling no dishonesty behind her violet eyes, he nonchalantly letting go. Taking steps away from the duo, he gave questioning look through his long bang as his trembling hands clamped down his mouth. Opening his lips apart, he hummed out some crack whispers.

Why? My voice… It's losing.

Dusting his plain kimono, he gave himself a stretch and then glared to the brat that had him earlier. He received a loud smack of his head.

"Ya Rukia! Why you smacked my head!" He whined as he rubbing that sore spot on his head. Rukia is really tough when it come to this even if she is a girl, needlessly.

"Renji, don't blame me now! You lost the bet, idiot!" Smugly, she smirked. Threatening Renji with her eyes for another smack.

"Then do it gentle! It hurts a ton, ya know!"

"I would care less about it. It's your fault to begin with." Considering this is going nowhere, she moves on with the boy before them. The boy was slightly shorter than them and it seemed he is new here. His eyes are a little slit whenever he sensed danger and maybe with a look or couples, he will be mistaken as a girl with that features. But what bothers her the most now, the stance he used on Renji earlier. It's rare to see one.

"Hey, what's your name? Mine's Rukia and this idiot, Renji." Shikamaru snapped his attention back to the duo with bored eyes. He gave a little nod as reply. At least she's seemed okay but this Renji probably take awhile to get along with his erratic persona.

"Damn it Rukia! Why did ya tell him our names?! He might be assassin or some sort." The worst could probably the death of us. Like our dead friends. Funny how we are the only one who survived. Renji sighed at the moment making his brow furrowed together without haste. Despair and a train of regrets unhurriedly clouded his face.

Rukia who noticed the changes on Renji, "Renji…" Well, it went unnoticed for our Shikamaru too. A soft tortured, twisting shrieking triggered off the grim atmosphere dangling around the children when Shikamaru kneeling on the ground while writing something on the layer of dirt on ground with a broken wooden branch that he found. Out of curiosity, Renji and Rukia slightly closing the distances towards to the said kid. With a great close attention, Shikamaru let a hum slipped off as a sign that he was done.

Written on it was 'シ カ マ ル'.


"Kaichou, the project's reiatsu have been spotted by our device. In 78th District of Rukongai." The said device was showing a black dot on the grid screen wired with a weeping trail that been left behind among others' reiatsu.

"Good, now process to next stage. Inform captain of the 3rd Division of the Gotei 13 to patrol those assigned area. We must make it work. Or we don't have the deal," he grasped himself a quick breath. The anticipation begin to fire up deep of himself. He can't screw it up and give all he can gamble for it. His grip tightened until his knuckle turn to white. The world will become his if he can play his cards instead of that purple maniacs that he met days ago.

"Yes, Aizen-kaichou."


Hit me! Hit me as all you guys like! Because I'm too dumb enough and a slow poke! *sighs* I'm frustrated with myself too. Now lemme dies.