Again, thank you very much for your kind reviews. It feels nice that people are enjoying my story! *puts hands on blushing cheeks* your all so kind, hahahaha! I only have this done today because I had two 84 minute study halls with no homework or study material.

I still don't own bleach. I wish I did, but maybe one day my own graphic novel will be as popular as bleach. *sighs before clapping hands together* PLEASE ENJOY!


Karin continued to shout random phrases as she picked up the pace, arms moving back and forth like a blur. She wasn't going to make it. She could just tell. Her legs burned from the long term sprint. If she slowed down at all, she probably would be dead. She didn't dare look back.

Suddenly, someone was standing running next to her. She felt arms wrap around her waist. The next thing was bizarre, but it wasn't the first time she had felt this sensation. She was suddenly moving so quickly that everything was blurred, colors blending together like running paint. The wind threw her dirty, bloody hair around like wild grass in a meadow. She looked at who was holding her, smirked, and looked forward.

Toshiro looked ahead, too, as he held Karin tightly. He almost didn't make it in time for Karin. He knew Karin didn't realize how close she had been to the cleaner. A wave of relief washed over him when the exit and door to the Soul Society came close. He landed on the ground, briefly as the world slowed back to normal, before kicking off again and flashed stepped again through the exit.

Karin looked at the ground, feeling strange. Her eyes widened as she passed through the threshold of the Senkaimon. She felt her body start to shake violently as Toshiro placed her on the ground. She couldn't control her body what so ever. She couldn't hear what the white haired Captain was shouting as her whole body felt like tiny bombs where exploding all over, especially by her chest.

Toshiro looked down at Karin, knowing that this would happen. Soul Reapers and guards who had been looking after the Senkaimon rushed over to them, going to arrest Karin. "Stay back!" Toshiro ordered, glaring at them with a look of sheer power. "Someone go get some members from the fourth, now!" He looked back to Karin. She was convulsing. Her body was surrounded by a faint blue glow, which was slowly getting brighter. Her usual black eyes were wide and colorless. He couldn't do anything but keep onlookers away.

Karin had never been in pain like this before. She broke her arm and leg before, busted her nose, and got lots of small scars all over her legs from intense soccer games which resulted with stitches, but those were nothing. She all she could hear was a strange buzzing noise and the sudden sound of her own screams. She still couldn't move or even see, now. Everything was black and white, like static. She was in so much pain. She didn't imagine that when Toshiro had said "pain" that it would be this bad.

Everyone's eyes were on Karin as a small team fourth arrived. Toshiro turned to the leader of that team, who just so happened to be Hanataro, and explained what had happened in the world of the living. Hanataro listened to the story, nodding. "I see, Captain Hitsugaya. I've never heard of this happening, though. I'm not quite sure of what to do in a situation like this…" He said, rubbing the back of his head as he looked to the soul of Ichigo Kurosaki's younger sister.

"All we do now is wait until her chain is gone," Toshiro said, turning back to Karin. The blue glow was bright now; her broken chain was held up in the air like seaweed underwater. It was slowly disintegrating, "and then her hole will close up, leaving a wound. As you can tell, she also has other wounds from when she died." Karin's pain filled screams sent shivers down his spine. Her face was covered in blood from when she had hit her head before, or possibly when, she died. He watched the chain go down to the last link. Karin's screams quieted.

Suddenly, the blue glow of normal reiatsu was replaced with a black and red hollow like energy. Toshiro reached back for Hyorinmaru, surging foreword to Karin. A strong wave of spiritual pressure pushed him and all of the other Soul Reapers back. A few guards were smashed into the walls surrounding the area. Only Toshiro remained standing, even though he was struggling, as everyone else fell to the ground from the wave of energy. "Karin!" He called out, suddenly frightened for her. Karin was being lifted into the air slightly was a fountain of black reiatsu sprung out of her chest.


Karin was in the dark. Everything was silent. Everything was black. Everything was cold. Out of the darkness, she saw a shape forum. The shape became a figure, someone was walking towards her.

"Who the hell are you?" Karin asked, standing tall, eyes looking at who was in front of her. It was a young man. He had pale skin that gave him a sickly look. His eyes were onyx, like her eyes. His long hair was tied up into a high ponytail, like one of those samurai hairdos that you see in comics and in movies, that was cut off abruptly at his waist. He wore a tall collard, sleeveless, long coat that had a V-neck. The inside of it was red and he wore grey bandages under it. He also wore plain, baggy, cloth paints. There was nothing covering his feet. He looked…sad. He had a masculine face, his eyes were small, his nose was sharp, his eyebrows were thin. But he just looked sad or upset.

"I'll repeat the question, who the hell are you?" Karin asked, a bit more strongly this time. The man just closed his eyes, bowing his head. "So what, are you a silent Bob or something?" She grumbled, her somewhat droopy eyes slits. She was starting to get pissed off at this person, whoever he was.

The man opened his mouth. "You cannot hear who I am." He said. His voice was deep, and a little bit raspy or scratchy. Maybe a little bit like Ichigo.

"What do you mean I can't hear who you are? I can hear you fine. Just tell me your name!" Karin snapped, crossing her arms. She felt like she knew this guy, like maybe she seen him before or something. He was just…familiar. Maybe he was like a long lost relative or something, because if that was the case, this dude better not be from her father's side of the family.

That man just stood there. "As you wish, Karin Kurosaki." He said softly. "I am," he paused, even though his mouth continued to move. He started to fade from view, become the darkness around him. Karin's ears were filled with a buzzing or hissing noise. All she could tell was that her head was killing her.

Karin began to run towards him. "Wait! Say it again! There's this buzzing noise!" She shouted, one hand reached out to him. She fell right through his faded body, falling to the invisible ground, beginning to shake. Her body was slowly become sore, like she had just finished a triathlon or something. "No! Wait, damn it! Don't go!" She yelled, trying to get up. Like before, she couldn't move her body. It was stiff like wood, almost as if it longer hers but a puppeteer's. She heard a laughing off from somewhere. Was that guy in danger? Did he need help?

Her vision again faded into black as her body was filled with pain.


Karin heard whispers. She couldn't tell what they were saying or who they were, her head hurt to bad to think. She opened her eyes slowly, regretting it. It was too bright in this room. There was too much white. Everything was blurry.

Her eyes were opened half way when she could tell someone was standing next to her, looking at her. She could tell that they had black hair, but that was about it. She groaned as she blinked a few times.

"Shh, Karin. Relax, it's okay." The voice was a strangely familiar female voice. She hadn't heard this voice in years. "You're fine, Karin. You did well." The sweet, but strong, voice had spoken again.

Karin sluggishly opened her eyes completely, trying to focus on who it was.

"R…Rukia?!"

Rukia flinched at Karin's sudden shout. "Y-yeah, hello Karin." She replied, somewhat cautious. "How are you feeling?" She asked softly. Her big purple-blue eyes were warm as she looked at Karin.

Karin sat up rather quickly. "I'm feeling really good, actually." She said, turning her body, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up, ignoring Rukia's attempts to get her to stay on the bed and rest. Karin looked around. "err…where am I?"

Rukia, sighing and shaking her head, walked over to the door, standing in front of it so Karin couldn't get by. "You're in the Soul Society at the 4th Divison's barracks. You were wounded, so we got you fixed up." She said, looking up at Karin. "Please, Karin, you must rest-" she started to say.

"-no, I'm fine, Rukia. I'm all better." Karin said, trying to convince Rukia of her health. She knew Rukia was just trying to help, and she hadn't even seen Rukia in years! Had her hair gotten a little bit longer or something? It seemed different. "Really, I'm good."

Rukia sighed again and bowed her head. She suddenly found herself smiling. "Just like Ichigo…you are both so quick to get back at it." She took a breath before looking back at Karin. "If you sit back down, I'll tell you everything that happened." She bribed, putting her hands on her hips.

Karin looked back at Rukia, then to the bed. She knew that she was just a fish in this situation. It was her decision to take the bait. She turned, defeated, and jumped onto the bed, sitting down roughly just to show how "upset" she really was.

Rukia grinned as she pulled up a chair that had been sitting against the wall. She, too, sat down. "Okay, do you want the long story or short story?" She asked Karin.

"Short." Karin quickly replied, looking at Rukia to go on.

"Alright then." Rukia said, standing up and grabbing something that was sitting on the floor behind her. Karin could tell that it was…art supplies. Oh. Crap. "When you crossed over into the Soul Society, you lost your broken chain of fate and your hole was sealed." She started as she drew two rabbit shaped figures crossing over the worst door Karin had ever seen in her life. "As that happened, all of your spiritual pressure that had been hidden inside you was released." She explained, drawing a black rabbit surrounded by blue scribbles.

"Okay, and what was the result, Rukia?" Karin asked, just wanting to know what she was now. Was she a normal soul? Or was she a Soul Reaper? And why the hell were Rukia's drawings so bad!? "What am I?"

"Well, there's more, Karin-"

"I just want to know what I am! That's all that matters." Karin said, eyes wide with a pleading look. Rukia looked at her. She put her markers and paper down. I guess it's better that she doesn't know. Rukia thought. She walked over to the wall one more time, before coming back and sitting down.

Karin's palms felt sweaty. Her heart was beating so fast. How could that be though, she was dead, right? But, of course, in the world the dead do die in order to be reborn into the World of the Living, right? A drop of sweat dripped down her pale, but warm, cheek. She watched as Rukia slowly opened her mouth the answer Karin's question.


Haha, I'm going to stop this chapter here. But, because I'm "so hilarious", I'm going to give you a little extra. :D

But first, thank you for reading. My uploading might slow down from here, if that makes any sense in the way I worded that. I'm ALMOST done thumb nailing my graphic novel. I already have about 140 pages done, just about 40 more to go! I wanna finish it soon so I can work on some other things, like the actual rough draft of it and this 8 page comic I gotta do for this comic studio. Why is it JUST 8 pages *continues to ramble on, complaining about crap that nobody knows about*

P.S. I do not believe that Rukia is a bad artist. I like her style, it's cute xD She could probably draw better than most people I know. But, then again, everyone has their own style of art!


Toshiro stood in Karin's hospital room, looking down at her emotionless face. It had been two days since he had brought Karin to the Soul Society. Karin had finally stabilized, but she was still unconscious. He looked to the small table next to her bed which had been filled with flowers, candy, and a rather large stuffed rabbit reluctantly given by a particular 13th division vice captain.

Because of course Karin was a rabbit lover.

He shook his head and looked back to Karin. He thought over the series of events that had happened. Karin died. Karin was going to die again by the Cleaner. She was crying out in pain. Then she was surrounded by a hollow's energy, until finally she was-

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Well, if you call the door slamming opening and a little pink flash running around the room. He looked up to see a little girl who looked to be about 7 or 8 years old, even though that wasn't even close to her true age, standing on the edge of Karin's bed. She had huge, dark brown eyes with short cotton candy colored hair. The child wore a skull-n'-cross-bones hairclip in her fluffy hair.

Yachiru looked at the girl in the bed, her head cocked slightly. She looked to Toshiro. "Hey! Toshi! Who's she? Is she related to little Ichi? She feels like little Ichi!" She babbled, waving her arms around.

"Yachiru, you shouldn't be in here!" Toshiro hissed, the temperature seeming to drop. "Leave, now." He ordered, trying not to disturb Karin.

Yachiru jumped off of the bed and over Toshiro to the table of gifts. "Oooh! Snacks! Yaay!" She grabbed a bunch of candy and the stuffed bunny, quickly retreating, giggling loudly.

"Hey! Don't steal from other people, Yachiru! Put those back!" Toshiro called after her. He suddenly heard shouts coming from down the hallway. There was another female soul reaper. He could tell it was Rukia. Normally, he might have gone after the child, but with Rukia there and Yachiru with the stolen rabbit…

Toshiro would rather stay where he was.