Welcome back. Well, I shouldn't say THAT, so to say. Welcome ME back. Yeah. Got back from the hospital. Just a small thing, nothing serious. But typing with one hand. Yay. Co-workers suck ass sometimes. Ah well, what can I do about it? Nothing, absolutely nothing. But now I can honestly say that I hate my sister and her friend... drawing fucking chappies in sharpie on my cast... I hate/love you both. Yes, hate/love, because her friend is my friend too. You should check her out. Her username's deadblackkat. She's not the most... Time-oriented person, with very sporadic updates, but when she does, people love them. And the ideas she comes up with... Disclaimer time... Yay... *sarcastic finger twirl*

Bleach is not mine, but Kubo Tite's. If it were mine, THE NEW ARK WOULD HAVE HAD RUKIA IN IT SOONER. Oh and she would NOT have those gloves. That is all.

Summary: Let's go into the past to see what really happened to our favorite Narcoleptic Shinigami, Reikyū, and what it is that he avoids telling anyone about.

Warning: May contain spoilers for my sister's Fanfic, Time Traveler's Life. I suggest reading it if you have the chance. You don't? Go read it anyway. Now.


It was mid-day in the Kuchiki mansion as Ryūrei ran around in the gardens, chasing after a butterfly. He was laughing as he ran around, jumping occasionally, but not too often. He smiled as he caught the delicate creature and opened up his hands for the butterfly to start crawling up his arm, and onto his head. He giggled with a childish innocence as Byakuya walked in, talking to a few of the servants about plans for today.

"Then the main room must be completely clean, and make sure that Ryūrei has on his best kimono-" he cut himself off as he saw the now-filthy boy lightly petting a black cat.

"Pretty kitty. Pretty kitty~" he chimed as the cat purred, the butterfly still on his head as he yawned lightly.

"Please excuse me." Byakuya said lightly and went over to Ryūrei and grabbed his wrist, the cat and the butterfly taking off. "What did I tell you about being out here?" He frowned, glaring at his younger brother, whom looked down at the ground.

"Not to..." He mumbled.

"And do you remember WHY?" Byakuya's grip on his wrist tightened.

"Because I could fall asleep at any moment and accidentally reveal myself to the others outside the walls..." He recited in a monotone voice. "What is outside the walls? Can I go out once?" he asked. "I wanna see where you go all day!"

"No." Byakuya stated firmly, letting go of the younger boy's wrist. "Get back inside and get cleaned up. Now."

"Yes, Bya-bo." Ryūrei smirked lightly and ran off before Byakuya could say anything, heading to his room and shutting the door, yawning lightly. "Stupid Nii-Sama..." he grumbled as he looked up at his window, which was normally always closed, but this time, it was wide open. He never paid it much attention, but something made him look up to it, a black cat.

"Nya~" The cat meowed and stretched on the windowsill.

"Yoru-Chan!" Ryūrei smiled happily and looked towards the door before blocking it with whatever he could push in front of it, then going back to look up at the window. He yawned again but pinched himself to keep himself awake and frowned. "Wait there Yoru-Chan! I'll reach you!" He called as he pulled over a chair and climbed up on it to try to reach the window, climbing up on the chair as it tipped and crashed, Ryūrei clinging to the windowsill and pulling himself up as the cat jumped off and went off.

"H-Hey! Yoru-Chan! Wait up!" he called as he looked down at the ground and blew a stray strand of hair out of his face, then started to climb down, hanging from the opposite side and dropping down. "Made it!" he smiled and brushed himself off before looking around at the unfamiliar area. "Uhm... I think she went this way!" He smiled and ran off into the streets.


One of the servants heard the crash and immediately went to investigate, knocking on the door to Ryūrei's room. "Master Ryūrei, are you alright?" She asked, and not receiving an answer shrugged it off as if it was normal for him to not answer, which it was, considering his periodic 'naps'. She continued on her way and passed by Byakuya. He stopped her in the hall.

"You checked on him?" he asked, looking over at her, cold, but concerned.

"Yes I did. He didn't answer, but I thought that was normal." she replied and his eyes slightly widened and then narrowed.

"Did you see him, though?" he asked, a bit sternly.

"N-no sir." she frowned ans Byakuya swiftly walked past her and towards Ryūrei's room, knocking on the door.

"Ryūrei, get up." he said, standing by the door, but didn't receive an answer. He grabbed the handle and tried to open the door, but found it was stuck on something, to which he knocked louder on the door. "Ryūrei! Get up!" He called, while trying to get the door open. "Unblock this door!" When he didn't get an answer, yet again, that's when he started to worry, grabbing his Zanpakutō, drawing it.

"Scatter, Senbonzakura." he said as the petals wore a hole in the door, large enough for the older Kuchiki to go through, which he did and his eyes widened at the sight of the empty room, inwardly panicking. He went over to the window and looked out and around, before leaving the room to a small group of servants muttering about the hole in the door.

"Start searching for him! NOW!" he shouted as they ran off. He as well went out searching as well, but couldn't find him at all. "RYŪREI!" He shouted as it had started to rain, continuing his search for his lost brother, inwardly blaming himself for not being the best brother he could have been.


Ryūrei looked up at the sky as the rain started falling, extremely tired, but fighting off the urge to sleep before giving in a few steps later and collapsing on the ground in the middle of Seireitei, the rain continuing to fall on him.


Shunsui and Jūshirō were walking along the path to get back to their squad after the captain's meeting. They were chatting to each other before Jūshirō noticed something small lying on the ground, the colors black and what seemed like a very floral blue? Wait, a floral blue object?
"That's a child!" he exclaimed before running over, Shunsui following closely behind as they both knelt down next to the boy. Shunsui rolled the boy off of his side so he was facing the sky.
"He's freezing cold... and wet." He explained and Jūshirō was shocked.
"He was outside during that rain? Where's his family?" he exclaimed, picking up the small boy. "We're bringing him back to my squad." he stated, making little to no room for Shunsui to argue.
"Good idea. Nanao would throw a fit if I brought him there. Might actually make me to do work!" he chuckled before taking the boy from Jūshirō. "You're already sick enough... I'll carry him."
"Thank you, Shun." Jūshirō smiled lightly as they both walked off, Ryūrei in tow.


I would say that I feel sorry for Ryūrei, but I kinda don't, because i know what's going to happen later. And I don't feel bad for Byakuya either. Shouldn't be an ass to his little bro. But anyway...

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