"Dahlia what is this?" The old woman bent down to pick a piece of paper on her granddaughter's desk, she was done with her studying and it was time for dinner. She knew Dahlia had the tendency to skip meals while she worked on her drawings or painting assignments.

The girl was talented in her artwork and had filled many sketch pads given to her as gifts by friends and family. Dahlia had never been open about her feelings, never been one to show her emotions to just anyone, but to know what she thought or felt, one just had to look at her elaborate sketches and paintings.

Unfortunately since the death of her parents as an elementary kid, no one had understood her at all, except of course for her grandmother who took time to learn how to love and nurture a child.

She was eighteen now, a beautiful young lady, expressive in her own way.

Not because she didn't know how to but because it had been long since she raised Dahlia's father. They had both learned from each other, Dahlia learnt to confide in someone and she learnt to live through her granddaughter not holding her back in anything.

"Child I ask again, what is this?" this time she traced a finger over the image, a vivid sketch of a man dressed in what looked like a white coat, his hair falling on his shoulder with his back turned but only one side of his face visible, like he had turned his head to look back. His hair seemed partitioned and from the sandals on his feet and the sword on his hand, he seemed a warrior of some sought.

"Is he a warrior, perhaps a samurai?" she mumbled to herself, realising the girl had no zeal to answer her. There was a rank number inscribed on his white coat, no haori...and were those gloves?

"He is a warrior from my dreams grandmother." The girl answered lazily as she put her books away.

"Dreams? What Dreams?" the old woman straightened her glasses, amazed at how the image seemed to come alive with vivid detail even though it was a pencil etching on a scrap of paper.

"A dream I had a few weeks ago...I was falling from the sky and then he caught me...and a man tried to kill me...only he wasn't a man, he had no heart and a hole on his chest..."

"Child child, you and that ridiculous dream of yours...you scare me sometimes..." her grandmother interrupted.

"believe me or not grandmother but that man came to my dream, he saved me...but before I could find out his name, he left and that is when..."

"When what?" she asked, intrigued by how persistent her granddaughter had become of late with these dreams of creatures and falling.

Perhaps it was something she needed to look in to.

"Nothing...it was a dream is all..."

"Yes it was dear and it is time for dinner then prepare for bed."

But a good dream at that...I hope to see you in my sleep...my night warrior

******Soul society******

"Taichou!"

Byakuya sighed, it had been only a couple of weeks since his return from the real world. He needed some peace and tranquillity to wash away the noise pollution and chaos he had endured while he was away and it seemed Renji wasn't eager to grant him his wish.

"What?" he asked coldly, not bothering to stop or turn, hoping he would be smart enough to take a hint, but then this was Renji.

"I just came back from delivering your reports to the squad one barracks." He said enthusiastically, like a dog bringing back a stick , waiting to get a pat and a 'good boy' from him. He suppressed the urge to slap him and tell him it was his duty but found another way to express his opinion.

"Renji, I am still expecting much more important news from you other than you have simply carried out your duty. Do you expect me to award you for this?"

"Huh?" Renji scratched his head, making Byakuya ponder about the depth of his vice captain's stupidity.

"Well...uh...taichou...uh...I wanted to ask, this girl you saved, you report said she could see both you and the arrancar, does she have some power?" Byakuya threw a dirty look at his vice captain, prompting him to stop, turn around and walk towards the opposite direction.

Taichou, are you never in a good mood? But I guess I was asking obvious questions wasn't I?

Renji thought as he walked away, leaving his captain to his own thoughts.

It had plagued his mind too, the girl was a piece of a puzzle he couldn't put together. How had it been possible for her to see him? Why had the hollow attacked her? Why on earth had it thrown her from such a height? But most importantly...

I am not afraid...

Death was staring right in her eyes but she was bold, she looked right at it and disowned fear. He thought of it deeply, she hadn't screamed or called for help until she was falling, if he had caught the look on her face, he was sure it would be as courageous as she was...but he never took time to look at her.

Everything had happened so fast and he needed to be elsewhere, if it wasn't for that Orange haired idiot dragging his sister to peril, perhaps he would have lingered longer. He would have a face to give to the character and a name to the face. He hated having grey areas over this matter and most importantly, he hated how much time he was wasting thinking about her. Foolish human.

O.K People it might not be that great but a little correspondence here will be seriously appreciated. I need motivation.

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