The next morning, Umiko was up and as chipper as ever, as if nothing wrong had ever happened. She ran straight to the squad ten office, and started doing the paper work that Rangiku had left so she could go drinking. The habits were indented into her mind, and now that her wounds were healed, she continued to go through with them. Her eyes were focused on the page in front of her when a familiar voice hissed into her ear. 'You think you're free? Far from it! My use for you has only begun.' Her heart pounded heavily with horror.

"No!" She murmured out loud. "You're wrong, you can't do anything anymore!"

"Who are you talking to Umiko?" She looked up with a start to see Rangiku standing in the doorway, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"Ah! Rangiku-san! No one, just talking to myself again." She said quickly, jumping up from her seat.

"Were you doing the paper-work? Old habits die hard huh?" She grinned, looking over at Umiko's work.

"Yeah. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh not at all! You can come and do it any time you want."

"Yeah sure." Then the voice called again. 'Let me show you what I can do!'

"No!" She screamed, falling to the floor.

"What's wrong Umiko?" Rangiku asked, kneeling down beside her. "You know, you don't really need to if you don't want. I was joking."

"No! No! Get away!" She yelled, as she began to thrash around in pain.

"Did a wound reopen?" She asked, ignoring the order.

Suddenly, Umiko stopped moving, and stood up, drawing her sword. "Die where you stand." She growled, her violet eyes narrowing as she attacked. Rangiku barely managed to draw her sword to defend from Umiko's vicious attacks. She didn't want to hurt her, but it was clear that if she didn't, she would most likely end up dead.

"Roar! Haineko!" She yelled, filling the office with the ashes. They surrounded Umiko, who quickly retaliated.

"Gintsuki! Roar! Haineko!" Came the muffled voice, and a second wave of ashes came around to attack Rangiku. Confused, she tried to dodge them, but was engulfed in her own attack. Then, just as she was about to crush Rangiku in her own power, Umiko's eyes turned back to green-gold, and she sealed her zanpakto. "Rangiku-san! What happened?" She asked, looking at the devastated room.

"What the hell do you mean, what happened? You attacked me!" She said darkly to the little soul reaper, only to stop herself when she saw the colour of her eyes, and they way they shimmered with confusion. She really didn't know. "It must have been an accident. You always were so clumsy."

"Oh. I'm sorry Rangiku-san. I'll be more careful next time."

"Okay. How about you go to sleep while I finish up the paper work. You look exhausted.

"Sure. Thanks, but I'm just going to go for a walk." She murmured as she wandered to the door, and left. She was walking pat the squad nine barracks, when she walked straight into Hisagi, and toppled over. "Sorry. I wasn't looking." She said sheepishly, rubbing her head.

"U…Umiko?" He said, his eyes shooting open wide.

"Yeah. Hi Hisagi-san. It's been awhile hasn't it?"

"Ages. You should come drinking with us sometime, we'll catch up." Umiko was overjoyed that there was finally a person who hadn't commented on her supposed being dead. She'd prefer to forget those times.

"Yeah…" Then it came again. 'Let's have some more fun!' Horrified, she turned and fled. "I'll see you later Hisagi-san! I have to go!" She ran, hoping that she could get to the woods, and the horrors would pass in solitude. Sadly, it would not be so, as when she reached to woods, she ran straight into Toshiro, who was leading a small group through the woods in search of the strange Reiatsu. Agony tore through her, as she lost all consciousness, and flew into a series of fierce attacks. They didn't see it coming. Within moments the soul reapers were dead, and she was left to face off with Toshiro.

"What the hell are you doing Umiko?" He yelled, deflecting her first strike. The sight of his dead men reminded him more of his dream than he'd like. He now knew that he hadn't been imagining it when he thought her eyes had changed colour. Her purple eyes were filled with nothing but cold rage. He lifted his sword to counter attack when it happened. The two blades clashed, and Gintsuki resonated, opening its past before his eyes. He saw the night that everyone thought she had died. He saw a soul reaper with golden hair, and a snow-white mask force a soul pill down her throat, and proceed to stab the gigai, leaving it to die, where he had found the body. The real Umiko was taken away.

A cold, dark room. Made entirely of stone. There were no windows, and one solid black door with a heavy lock on it. A semi-circle was drawn beside one wall. Another semi-circle ran up the wall itself, creating a full circle. Ten spokes jutted out in intervals, each with a smaller circle at the end. A pair of shackles hung limply from the wall. They were covered in blood. The black door opens, and the unknown man enters carrying Umiko, who is unconscious. He carefully places her down in the circle against the wall, and placed the shackles over her wrists. He removes his mask to reveal that he appears very young, though his cold blue eyes like chips of ice have seen much for his age. "Sleep now, my little angel. For when you wake, you will fall into a hell from which you can never be freed." He whispered to her still form. Toshiro wanted nothing more then to leap at him, and slice that cruel grin from his face. But what was done is done. He could do nothing to save her. Instead, he was forced to watch the cruel dance that played before his eyes. Years of the man's experiments, and strange kidou combinations built up onto Umiko's small body. Her screams of pain and terror echoed through the dark rooms. She trembled in fear whenever he entered the room, though after awhile, she stopped screaming in pain with each new injection or spell. She sat quietly, only flinching slightly. One day, he came in, and undid the shackles. "Farewell my little angel. You've done me a great service, and are about to do me a few more. How does that sound?" She didn't answer, only stared blankly past him. "That's what I like to hear." He grinned, placing his mask back on. He picked her up, and carried her away, dropping her off outside the walls of the Seireitei. "I'm sure you can handle it from here." And with that, he disappeared into the night, leaving Umiko in the same state he, Rangiku, and Captain Kuchiki had found her in.

As he returned to his consciousness, Toshiro saw Umiko's eyes flickering from green-gold, to violet. There were tears filling them. "Please forgive me captain. I would never have returned if I'd known…" She was cut off as she swung at him again, her eyes filled with nothing once more.

"Please! Umiko, I know you're still in there somewhere! You've got to fight it, you can break free!" He pleaded.

"Shut up!" She screamed. "I'll make you all pay for forgetting me!"

"I never forgot…" He started, only to realize that these were not her words. They were those of that strange soul reaper who had started this.

"Captain!" She cried again, returning to herself for a moment. "He used to be a lieutenant of squad ten as I was! He's…" She flickered away, attacking him with even more vigor.

"Release her! Whoever you are! Umiko has done nothing to wrong you. Fight me yourself!"

Swords clashed, metal ringing in his ears. 'Why can't I save her?' He screamed in his mind. Then the voice spoke to him, though it was apparent that Umiko could hear it as well. 'The angel speaks the truth. I was once a loyal lieutenant of squad ten, framed for the murder of my captain. You don't understand it! I did nothing wrong! I would have followed my captain to the ends of the Earth!'

"Captain! Please don't listen to him, I know the truth…" She started before snapping back.

"Shut Up!" He roared through her. "My captain was a true leader. She was the perfect being! An Angel sent by God to save me from myself!"

Something clicked in Toshiro's mind. 'Angel. He called Umiko his little Angel. Could it be…?' "Umiko! Was your sister Mishiro the captain of which he speaks?"