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Chapter Two – Answers

Ren pulled his phone away from his ear, grinding his teeth as he listened to the whimpering of the director. He had more important things to do than argue with this man; it had been hours since Kyokou had disappeared, and Ren was getting desperate. He'd barged into every shop, knocked on as many doors as he could, and even sat in the police station for a bit after they'd received complaints that he was causing a domestic disturbance. None of them understood; Kyokou had been kidnapped!

"I don't care about the movie anymore," Ren snarled. "Setsu is missing! My sister is missing! Don't you understand? I'm going to find her. That's more important than your stupid movie."

Ren snapped the phone shut and turned it off. The President had called too; Ren had answered his questions through gritted teeth, not wanting to hear President Lory's nonsense about his emotions getting in the way of his acting. If she didn't turn up soon and the President caught wind of her disappearance, the entire company would go into a panic. Thankfully, no one outside the company knew who she really was, so the press couldn't get ahold of her disappearance.

He took to the streets again. He had to find her, but where could she be?

. . .

Setsu sat in her prison sulking. It was getting harder for her to act nonchalant, and so she openly glared now whenever Kisuke or Tessai walked past. The boy had woken up just before dawn, and more confusing words were exchanged with him and the man in the hat. As she listened from her room, she learned that her kidnapper's name was Kisuke Urahara and that the boy's name was Ichigo Kurosaki.

Ichigo was in a panic when he spoke to Urahara, who told the boy that he had allowed Ichigo to fight in order to fail and learn the difference in power between him and the other Shinigami. It appeared that the odd men Kyokou had seen were kidnapping the dark haired girl, who was a friend of Ichigo's. They then spoke of training and preparing to save the dark haired girl. It was all nonsense to Kyokou.

Ichigo was then allowed to leave after promising Kisuke that he would return that night to begin training. Setsu didn't understand anything about what was going on; the only thing she cared about right now was that Ichigo was allowed to leave, and she wasn't.

"Why are you holding me here?" Setsu asked, sass evident in her voice. "How come he gets to leave?"

Kisuke just smiled a wicked smile from the doorway. "I still need answers from you."

Setsu really hated this man with his hat and his clogs. The only other people that had ever made her (Kyokou) feel this way were Shotaro and the Beagle.

"You're spirit pressure has risen again. Care if I guess the reason why?"

"Be my guest," Setsu said acidly. "I still don't know what you're talking about."

"It seems to me that your spirit pressure is tied to your emotions. When you're angry, your pressure spikes. Same thing happens when you're feeling compassionate, like when you found young Ichigo last night."

Setsu scowled at him. "So?"

"Either you have a great deal of control over your spirit pressure, or you are entirely ignorant of the way your emotions affect other people."

Setsu didn't respond. Inwardly, however, Kyokou was flashing through the times she'd lost control of her emotions, particularly when she was angry. Her best friend, Moko, had been held down by Kyokou's inner demons when Kyokou had learned that she would be joining the Love Me Section. The Beagle had tricked her into revealing her inner demons, catching one in order to coerce Kyokou into giving him a valentine's day chocolate. These were unpleasant memories, but Kyokou had eventually learned control.

"It fluctuates," Kisuke continued. "That's what I'm most interested in. Ichigo Kurosaki has friends who are very much like you, but their power manifests itself in unique ways. I want to see the manifestation of your power. It's much stronger than that of his friends' powers currently."

Setsu huffed, her arms crossed, leaning casually against the wall. "Why should I believe you? You're holding me against my will. My brother is coming to get me, and then it won't matter if you get your answers."

"Brother, huh? I did sense another presence, but it wasn't nearly as strong as yours. Think that could be him?"

"Brother is much stronger than I am," Setsu laughed. Her eyes flashed. "I'm the only thing he cares about, and you've made a big mistake holding me here. He will find me, and then he will kill you."

"We'll see," Kisuke said, responding with an equally evil look. "I'll wait as long as it takes."

He left Setsu alone again. She listened to his footsteps fade away before relaxing. Kyokou looked around the room again, desperately trying to come up with a way to escape. Ichigo had just walked out as if this was an everyday experience. Whatever had happened to him last night, he was determined to have a rematch against the men who had attacked him. The kid had guts. Kyokou sighed and slid down the wall in defeat. It was no use. There was no way for her to escape Kisuke's demon magic . . . unless . . .

Kyokou let her hatred come to a boil and looked up at the window. Was there a way she could break the window and climb out? She could feel her spirits gathering around her as she contemplated it. She couldn't make a sound, but if it were possible . . .

"Break the window," she whispered. "Do it quietly. Don't get caught."

. . .

Ichigo felt weird going back to school. His sisters didn't question that he hadn't come home last night, nor had his dad. He walked slowly to school, brooding on the events of the night before and the odd girl that had come to him afterwards. She had seen him in his Shinigami form, but that should have been impossible! Ichigo shook his head and kicked a rock that was in his way.

"Hey, kid," a low voice called.

Ichigo looked up, tensing to fight, and found himself looking up into the eyes of a tall, dark haired, yakuza looking man in a long, black coat. Automatically, Ichigo took a defensive stance. "I don't want any trouble," Ichigo spat.

A thin eyebrow arched and the man scowled. "Who said I wanted a fight? I'm looking for someone and was wondering if you'd seen her."

Ichigo looked the man over. He was dressed all in black, and the look in his eyes was the look of a ruthless killer. "What's she look like?" Ichigo asked warily.

The man indicated her height and then began to describe the girl that Ichigo had met the night before. What was his interest in her?

"Her name's Setsu," the man added.

Ichigo didn't know the girl's name, but the description matched her perfectly. What did this guy want with her? Was he stalking her? Is that why she had been out so late last night? "I haven't seen her," Ichigo said slowly, "but I don't think it's a good idea to tell the likes of you where she is even if I had seen her."

Before he knew it, Ichigo was being slammed against the building wall and a crazed look had overcome the man's face. "You're lying. Tell me where my sister is," The man snarled.

Sister? Ichigo thought. No way were these two siblings. "Let go of me!" Ichigo yelled, glaring right back at the man. "I already told you, I haven't seen her!"

The man's fist slammed next to Ichigo's head, and his wounds here starting to ache. "Tell me where she is, kid, or I'll have to beat it out of you. My sister . . ."

Ichigo was surprised by the anguish in the man's voice.

"Setsu is everything to me. If I lose her . . . it's like I've lost the thing that makes me human."

"I'm sorry . . ." Ichigo said.

The man stepped back, releasing him. "I need to find her," he whispered.

Ichigo stared after him as the man walked off down the street unknowingly in the general direction of Urahara's shop. Shaking his head, Ichigo began heading to school again. Nothing made sense to him anymore. Rukia was gone; she'd been taken back to the Soul Society to be executed because of him. That girl, Setsu, had appeared out of nowhere and had seen him as a Shinigami. Now this guy had come out of nowhere, looking for the mysterious girl who had seen him last night. It gave Ichigo a headache.