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Chapter 2

Warehouses and Tempers

A small white cat wearing a silver chain link collar with a blue ribbon laced through it, ambled along the warehouse district of Karakura town. It was following the path that would lead it to the more run down warehouses. The ones that were no longer in use and that people rarely ventured near. The buildings here had broken windows and graffiti on their chipped and cracked concrete walls. The only beings that lived here were stray animals, rodents, and insects.

The white cat sauntered up to a seemingly empty space between two large warehouses. It then observed the way that the ants and even some birds seemed to avoid the area around the empty space. Cocking it's little head to the side, the cat stood back up and walked towards the empty space.

It had walked about five feet when it suddenly vanished.

Before the cat now stood a tall concrete building, it was about four stories high and there was a broken and dirty window above the large roll up door that dominated the front of the structure. The door was currently partially open and without hesitation the white cat padded silently into the warehouse.

The interior of the building was rather dark and dull, small specks of dust could be seen floating freely through the air. At one time it appeared that the building had three other floors aside from the ground floor, but now the floors were in ruins. Slabs of broken concrete jutted out of the walls, running in jagged lines across the length of the warehouse.

Walking further into the warehouse, the little cat came upon a group of eight people. Each one looked as different as the next and they were all doing something different to occupy their bored minds.

At a square table off to the left were three men. One, a man with sunglasses and a spiked afro, was reading through a manga. Another, a long wavy haired blond man sat fiddling with the strings of an acoustic guitar. The other man had short grayish white hair and appeared to be flipping through a magazine with little interest.

In front of the table a few feet away was a green couch. On the couch was a man with chin length blond hair, he was lying on his back with his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. There was a large man in a light colored tuxedo and very short pink hair off to the far right, his head was bowed into his chest as if he were asleep. In the center of the floor lay a girl with bright green hair and a white bodysuit, she too seemed to be asleep and was mumbling incoherently as she rolled around on the floor.

On the floor above, leaning against one of the concrete pillars that had at one time held the floors up, sat a girl with braided black hair, she wore a school uniform that was different from the ones you would normally see in the area, she had her face hidden behind a magazine.

The eighth and final person was a short blond girl with pig tails, she was sitting cross legged against the far side of the couch, and all that was visible of her from where the cat stood was her blond hair.

Strolling noiselessly over to the table, the cat leapt into the lap of the grayish haired man. He looked more like a teenager though in his black and white jersey styled tank top and khaki cargo pants.

"What the-"

The man nearly threw the cat off his lap in his surprise, but when he saw the cat, he just glared angrily down at it.

The cat raised its head slightly and meowed as if to ask what the problem was.

"What's up, Kensei," the man with the spiked afro asked as he looked up from his manga.

"Nothing, Love, just Sayomi being a pain in the ass again," Kensei hissed as he continued to glare at the cat that was now curled up comfortably on his legs.

The wavy haired blond man stopped strumming at his guitar to look over at Kensei and then to the cat in his lap, "Oh, hello Sayomi," he said to the cat.

"Meow," was the cat's response as well as a slight flick of its long tail.

"Yeah, hey Sayomi long time no see," Love said to the cat.

Another meow followed the greeting.

"Sayomi's here," the green haired girl that had moments ago been rolling around on the ground asleep called happily.

"Eh, waz going on," the blond on the couch asked as he rubbed at his eyes tiredly.

"Shinji, Sayomi's here," the green haired girl said to him as she walked past him to where Kensei sat with the cat curled in his lap.

"You musta been dreamin', Mashiro, Sayomi hasn't been here in awhile," the blond haired Shinji replied as he pushed himself up into a sitting position and leaned against the back of the green couch.

Mashiro snatched the cat off of Kensei's lap and held it at arms length as she skipped over to Shinji.

"She's right here, see," Mashiro stated as she shoved a rather angry looking cat in Shinji's face.

There was a sharp hiss and a small growl before the cat lashed out and whacked the blond in the nose with it's paw.

"Ah," he screamed loudly as he clutched at his now bleeding nose, "Get that damn demon away from me!"

"That's not very nice, Shinji," Mashiro scolded as she dropped the cat from her grasp.

Landing on its feet, the cat shook itself off before walking back to Kensei, who was still glaring by the way. Jumping back into the man's lap, the cat once again settled itself into a ball, it's tail flitting up and down rhythmically.

"What the hell is she doin' here," the pig tailed blond asked angrily as she stood up from her spot beside the couch.

"Don't push your luck, Hiyori," the girl on the floor above called down, her face was still stuck behind her magazine.

"Shut up, Lisa," Hiyori shouted, "She can't just come waltzing back in here like nothing happened, she isn't wanted here, is she?"

When the blond girl got no response from anyone, she bristled and walked over to the table. She glared down at the cat that just ignored her and closed its eyes, continuing to flick its tail about in a soothing, rhythmic motion.

"What the hell do ya think yur doin' here, Sayomi," Hiyori spat at the cat.

The cat made no attempt at a response only continued to lay quietly as if asleep.

"I'm askin' ya a question ya stupid furball," Hiyori shouted.

"Hiyori," Shinji groaned from the couch.

"What the hell, Shinji, you can't just let her come back without knowing what the hell she wants from us," Hiyori shouted.

"Would you shut up," Kensei growled.

"Is everyone just gonna take her side-"

"No one's taking sides, Hiyori. Now calm down," Shinji said as he stood from the couch to approach the table as well.

As Shinji neared the table, the cat's blue eyes opened and watched him cautiously.

"What are ya doin' here, Sayomi," he asked the cat.

"I'm still apart of this group whether you like it or not, I don't need a reason, Shinji," the cat spoke as it locked its blue eyes with Shinji's pale brown ones.

"So you felt it too," he asked, scratching at his cheek.

"Yes," the cat replied with slight irritation.

"So you were scared, is that it Sayomi," Hiyori snorted.

Ignoring the blond girl's out burst, Sayomi stood up and walked onto the table top. She sat near the edge and looked up at Shinji.

"A Soul Reaper transferred her powers to a human and she is now in a gigai recovering. Apparently, she decided to attend school while she recovers here," Sayomi stated.

"Weren't you going to the human school too," Kensei asked.

"Yes, but seeing as how I really would rather not be so close to a Soul Reaper, I thought it would be best to put some distance between us," she replied.

"What about the human she transferred her powers to," Shinji asked.

"What about it," Sayomi replied.

"Do you know who it is," he asked, never taking his eyes off of Sayomi.

"No," she stated simply.

Shinji's eyes narrowed slightly, as did Kensei's but no one else seemed to be paying any attention.

"Like I said, you were scared," Hiyori mumbled.

Finally acknowledging the blond girl, Sayomi turned her head towards the girl and stared at her coldly.

"I am not afraid of anything, it was in our best interest I remain undetected. If you decide to persist in pestering me, I will not hesitate to claw your eyes out of that thick skull of yours," she said.

Shinji sighed and scratched at his head before sticking out an arm to keep Hiyori from attacking the white cat that was still regarding her coldly.

"Well it definitely won't be boring around here now, will it, Rose," Love said to the wavy haired man.

"I don't think so. Hopefully they won't destroy the place this time," Rose replied as he went back to strumming his guitar.

The only one who had remained silent was the large man against the far wall, his name was Hachigen Oshoda, and he was usually fairly quite and reserved.

Sayomi curled herself up in the center of the wooden table and began to watch as Rose strummed at his guitar.

Kensei who wasn't having any of it though, stood up quickly and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck.

There was a surprised meow, which was then followed by a series of hisses and growls as Sayomi batted at Kensei's hand with her paws, claws out. This didn't do her any good however since he was wearing gloves and she couldn't get her claws through the fabric.

"Dammit Kensei, what the hell do you think you're doing! Put me down!" she growled.

"Shut up, Sayomi," Kensei said, his voice told her not to argue further and she went limp and allowed him to carry her from the building.

Once outside, Kensei sat down and leaned against the concrete building, setting a rather fluffy Sayomi beside him. In her anger her fur had stood on end and she looked rather comical, almost as if she had been blow dried while hanging upside down.

"Was that really necessary, Kensei," Sayomi snapped at him.

"Who is it," he asked her, well it was more like an order to tell him of face his temper.

"Who is who," Sayomi asked, playing clueless.

"The human the Soul Reaper gave her powers to," he asked.

"No idea," she answered turning her head away from him.

"Sayomi," Kensei said in a warning tone.

Sayomi shifted a little, even when she wasn't in the form of a cat, she was a little afraid of Kensei's temper, and she wasn't scared of anything.

"A high school student," she said, knowing he wanted more specific information, but trying to avoid having to give it to him.

"Ow, ow, ow," she whined when he once again grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and held her up to his face, but far enough so that she couldn't swat at him.

Sayomi couldn't look away from the golden eyes that were boring into her, and she squirmed in his grasp.

"Sayomi," he stated.

"Alright, alright put me down you big oaf," she said.

Kensei set her back down beside him and looked at her.

Sayomi sighed, "His name is Ichigo Kurosaki, he's a classmate of mine. I've always sensed that he had some sort of reiatsu but it wasn't all that noticeable until the other night, even then I didn't immediately realize it was him."

"Kurosaki, huh," Kensei asked.

"Yes, I'm worried for him. If the Soul Society finds out what this girl did by giving him her powers he could be killed for it. I don't know what's going on with the girl though, it's been about a week and she still doesn't seem to have regained any of her strength, I've been keeping an eye on her whenever I knew I could do it without risking her noticing me. If she doesn't return to Soul Society then we can safely assume that other Soul Reapers will be sent here to look for her."

"We'll just have to be a little more careful then," Kensei replied.

"You're angry at me, aren't you," Sayomi asked.

Kensei looked over at her and shook his head, "You've been gone for a long time Sayomi."

"I know, and I'm sorry. You knew where to find me though, and it's not like any of you ever bothered to come see me either," she said.

"That isn't the point, you walk back in as if nothing has changed. The last time you were here you nearly killed Hiyori. You can't act as if that never happened."

Sayomi snorted, which as a cat sounded like a strange mix of a growl and a purr.

"She deserved what she got," Sayomi said bitterly.

"Just control yourself this time, or I will step in, understand?"

"Yes, Kensei I understand. You're always so damn serious, lighten up will you," she teased.

"Coming from you that's actually kind of funny," he replied.

"Maybe, but at least my temper isn't as short as yours," she said.

"True, but at least I'm not just plain short," he retorted.

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm short. Just because I'm barely five feet tall doesn't mean anything," she replied indignantly.

"Whatever you say," Kensei remarked.

"That's right whatever I say," Sayomi replied in a huff and slight nod of her little white head.

"Whatever," Kensei sighed, "Let's go back inside, behave yourself."

"I'm not a child you know."

"Than stop acting like one."

"Says the guy who can't control his temper," Sayomi said under her breath.

There was a short silence before there was a loud yelp followed by a satisfied laugh.

"Bastard," Sayomi muttered after the boot clad foot was removed from her aching tail.

"Sorry didn't see you there," Kensei replied as he walked back into the warehouse.

Sayomi followed sulkily, she noticed Mashiro looking at her tail quizzically as was everyone else, but they all knew better than to say anything. Mashiro wasn't so subtle though, a look of confusion flew over her childlike features.

"If you say one word Mashiro I'll rip you to shreds," Sayomi hissed.

The girl than proceeded to have temper tantrum on the floor because Sayomi had been mean, of course though no one seemed to pay her any attention.

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