Due to the warm receiving this part had - and my own nostalgia, after all, thy of clever eyes would've already noticed that my pen-name for fanfiction has been heavily influenced by this series - I decided to give it a bonus chapter. This is set in-between chapters one and two of this same work and will show us a little bit more of Kagome interacting with those with ties to the Soul Society.

Also, its actually amazing how much a series about a psychopath cannibal can help you with characterization - especially in the feeling department, with a sucker for internal angst as I am - and self-introspection, though I highly doubt I will ever get to understand what goes through my head. On a completely unrelated note, now I want to write something crack by making all the Starks I know of meet and dabble on diverse subjects - considering they are GOT's Ned, MCU's Tony and Bleach's Coyote I can't find a way of that going well...

Enjoy this last stand, where I make perfectly clear that my brain doesn't understand the meaning of the word nor 'limit' or 'brief'.

Spring Breeze

Bonus round - Hitohira no Hanabira

Yellow Beauty

A young woman dressed in a bright yellow dress always caught people's attention.

A young woman on a bright yellow dress holding a Quincy bow though, that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand in warning. The fact that the Hollow she was pointing her arrow towards seemed more interested in chopping him to pieces than dealing with her made that feeling spike and turn into outright alarm.

When she finally released her arrow and the beast was torn to dust he crossed eyes with hers, a bright blue that was as pure as the clear sky after rain. A soft smile adorned her lips, she waved her hand at him and kept going her merry way as if this was something she did every day.

Women were mad - as if he needed further confirmation of that.

Kaleidoscope

A soft purr called forth her attention from her limbering-up. A large cat was rubbing itself against her legs, and she couldn't help but smile thinking of Buyo back at home.

"I didn't know you had a pet, Kisuke."

Her host huffed while stretching his limbs. "Yoruichi is as far from a pet as you from a Hollow. Get away from her before she turns you to the dark side."

"My my, such a cold greeting, and here I was planning to catch you a mouse to show you my undying devotion."

She was about to laugh at the joke when she realized the male voice didn't come from the Shinigami before her, but from the cat at her feet. Kagome almost got whiplash between switching her gaze to the black cat and back upwards when a smoke cloud engulfed it, leaving in its place a very-naked dark-skinned, golden-eyed woman who was smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

"What, cat got your tongue?"

And she thought the Feudal Era was crazy.

Mrs. Pumpkin's Comical Dream

Her eyes widened in realization.

"You actually crafted a soul! How in hell is that even possible?!"

When his eyes lightened up with the hopes of sharing the knowledge she cringed internally before the giant amount of technical soul babble that was about to be force-fed into her brain.

Why couldn't they resort to the simple 'a wizard did it' reasoning that plagued the media these days? She sighed, her gaze going back to the small pill that shone dully in her hand while she tuned out the Shinigami behind her - she shouldn't have done that.

Before she had time to react the man was shoving the pill down her throat and before she knew it she was standing outside her body, watching it gallivant around in the hands of a self-named 'Awesome Kon-sama' and a very intrigued Kisuke with his eyes fixed in the pure white orb that was her soul. What was he expecting, a greeting?

With a grumble she shot towards her body, hearing the male voice scream in outrage at being cut from his freedom in her damn mind while her soul reassessed her control over her being.

Letting the small pill over the table she turned a dark gaze towards a suddenly nervous man, and her aura flared.

"Never again."

Nevereverland

Today she was dwelling on the past, he could feel it in the air even though her demeanor was a bubbly as always.

She had finally opened to them two weeks ago and told them of how she gained her powers, of her travels to the past and of her Tachi. He wished he had been a more social person, but due to his mind, he was hard-pressed to get why she couldn't just move on. Yoruichi was a little bit more comprehensive, but between a scientist and a master assassin they weren't much of a stepping stone - even when she insisted that their presence helped more than they could ever imagine.

When her gaze wandered beyond him he decided he'd had enough.

Calling forth his reiki he invoked a kido technique he hadn't used in a while, seeing her startle back to the current spar and ready to parry whatever he decided to throw her way. When the first butterflies caressed her skin she left out the first genuine, if startled, laugh of the day.

With a small smile, she conveyed her thanks and he needn't more than that.

With them, she could ever find a friend willing to help - even if they weren't her pack they could be her family.

Dream of the Sky

He had read the reports and evaluated the scenes, but standing before the real thing was very different.

A Quincy that Hollows didn't notice or went after, one that could perform Konso with a mere touch of her hand, and one that was friends with some highly unusual people if the back cat frowning at him was of any indication... And she was but a mere whelp, the same kind of beast he had thought Kurosaki the first time he saw him.

He had a headache even thinking about the guy and all the trouble he had brought back in the day - the mere thought of this seemingly innocent young woman bringing about the same amount of trouble was enough to invoke a cold shudder on his spine. He didn't want to deal with that!

Back to the real world, he found her looking straight at him, and she was smiling at him. Why was she smiling at him? Had Renji somehow put her up to this? Has Urahara? The high chance of the latter being involved in the apparition of this mystery was enough to chill his whole being - because it had gone so very well the last time the ex-Captain had tried his hand at playing Natural Selection...

Then she was right in front of him, with the clearest blue eyes he had ever seen filled with both, the light of a warrior and that of a healer, still smiling kindly and with a small confused tilt.

"If you're in threat assessment I recommend you to suppress you reiki besides using a gigai next time. Not only can I still feel you, but even like this you might call Hollows upon yourself." He only drew his eyebrow up in response, and internally enjoyed seeing her go all flustered over her words. "Not that I don't think you can defend yourself, all Shinigami have to be able to, at least that's what Kisuke's told me... You know, nevermind."

And like that she just went away, mumbling odd things like 'Demon Lord's reincarnations being as creepy as the real deal' and 'she could never escape those cold, cold eyes' and 'what had she done to deserve this?!'. It was amusing at least, and he allowed himself a small smile before returning to his information gathering.

After all, Soul Society had far more problems going than a Shrine Maiden easing on their workload.