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I'm absolutely certain that dying was much less painful than having to sit through these excruciating classes to learn mundane topics that I could really care less about. Not to mention that people are still staring at me and not even trying to hide it. I've never been a big fan of being around people and right now I'm yearning for the comfort of my little temporary home. Orihime was standing outside my math classroom and as soon as she saw me her eyes shot straight to my throat where she gets a great vantage point of her gift.

The delight radiating off Orihime is contagious as I feel the corners of my mouth stretch into a smile. I don't try to hide it like I usually do because I have come to terms with the fact that actually becoming friends with Orihime instead of pretending to be will be a much easier task to achieve especially for the fact that we're going to have to be attached at the hip for the sake of my mission.

As we walk to our next class that we have together, Orihime rattles on about all the things she cannot wait to do together with me. One of them was to make me her signature meal, which I am going to try to avoid at all cost if her cooking is the same as I remember. As we enter the classroom I see Ichigo is also present along with his friends Chad, Uryu Ishida, Mizuiro Kojima and Keigo Asano. This gives me reassurance that this class won't be as big of a snooze fest as the other ones were. Orihime shuffles to what must be her regular seat and taps the one next to her as an invitation for me to sit.

Ichigo smugly smiles at me and sticking my tongue out is my response to our never-ending exchange of insulting gestures. I slide into the seat next to Orhime who continues to talk to me. She says, "You really should come to my house after school so I can prepare my most delicious dinner/dessert meal for you!" I give her an incredulous stare wishing she would drop the subject of me trying out her secret recipe, but I still reply with, "Ok, I'll think about it." The answer seems to satisfy her and she begins she prepare for the class.

As I reach down towards my backpack I suddenly feel the pressure of an arrancar's spiritual energy. It's so strong I can barely straighten myself back up in my seat. The notebook I reached down to get slipped right back into my backpack. But as soon as it came I feel the energy start to fade farther away and I'm able to move once again. I look up to see Orihime questioning stare before I shoot a look at Ichigo who is already looking at me acknowledging he felt it too.

Our teacher has already walked in so sneaking out isn't an option. I try to think of a plan of escape but nothing seems to fit the term inconspicuous. I turn towards Ichigo who is squirming around in his chair adrenaline pumping through him ready to fight the enemy.

I'm come to the decision that as much as I don't want to be recognized as the girl who was kidnapped and is in a fragile state, right now it's the only excuse to get me out of here. I turn towards Orihime and say, "I need to get out of here" She's looks startled for my sudden remark and worry is evident in her eyes. "What's the matter? Are you ok?" I shake my head and reach out for her hands hoping the contact will help get her on my side even more than she already is.

"I don't feel right all of a sudden. I need to go home." She nods sympathetically while squeezing my hand and replays to me, "Don't worry, Ochi our teacher will have no problem with you leaving early." She gathers up my things for me and I mumble a thank you. She than starts to pack up her things and I quickly bring her to a stop her by saying, "No please don't leave class for me. I'll be fine!" She looks reluctant to leave me alone but Ichigo once again comes to save the day, "If it makes you feel better I'll walk her home." Orihime looks relived to have Ichigo offer, but I try to decline his request just so it doesn't seem like I'm too willing for him to skip his class while I wouldn't let Orihime.

Ichigo plays along perfectly and by the time we have gathered our things we have convinced Orihime to stay behind to take down the notes, which I'll be needing for later and to our teacher that me leaving school for the day is for the best thing for me at the moment.

As soon as we exit the school building Ichigo and I have stripped away from our gigai's and our tracking the arrancar. His energy is faint but there and that gives us hope. The reason we're in dire need of catching up to the arrancar is because they're the reason I was sent back here to the place I once resided in order to protect Orihime.

I remember the first time I heard about what an arrancar was on the night of the Captain's dinner. After Renji so rudely dragged me into his Captain's Kuchiki residents I found myself face to breast with a person who introduced herself as Rangiku lieutenant of the 10th division squad. She pulled me into a hug and her overly sized chest area smothered me and made me quite aware of my imperfections in that area. Renji was still present and prattling on about how Rangiku is here to help prepare me for the dinner as if I'm the meal that is going to be served for tonight's dinner.

Rangiku is the one who suddenly made me think of my life before death because of her figure. She's the adult version of Orihime with a slightly less peppy attitude. Rangiku takes one look at me after the hug and shudders at the filth clinging into every crevice on my body and rags I call clothes. I feel her regretting the hug. She circles around me inspecting my lack of feminine figure and hair full of knots and grease and sighs as she says, "Well, it looks like I have a lot of work to do."

I'm not offended by her remark because it's true; I'm a mess and I need all the help I can get. So as she guides me towards the bathhouse already filled with heated bath water and sweet smelling scents, I don't decline the offer to finally have the chance to become somewhat closer to the person I once was. She leaves me alone as I wash myself and I feel myself fall into a sweet bliss.

I haven't had any luxury since entering the soul society. The closest thing to luxury for me was getting an actual pillow to sleep with instead of having to bunch up one of my shirts in replace of it. As I become even more relaxed my mind slowly started to reminisce on the three years of my life with my kidnappers.

I would be lying if I said I never dreamt of seeking revenge of the monsters that left me with nightmares that never seem to fade from my mind. The reason I don't go and find them is because I never even saw their faces. They always had masks on to hide their identity from me. They planned it all too well.

I slowly sink down in the tub trying to conceal my burning hatred for those four men that took my life away from me. I decided thinking doesn't have to be done if I'm doing something other than sitting so I quickly grabbed the robe Rangiku put next to the tub and parted ways with the bath. I enter the room I was previously in to find Rangiku waiting for me. She ushers me to sit in a chair that is placed in front of a mirror. She then brushes my hair and struggles with the knots and fumbles with the piece that never seems to want to leave the space between my eyes. "Don't even waste your energy. It's a stubborn piece of hair" I assure her because I see her patients wearing thin. She sees me looking at her through the mirror and she smiles at me.

After her fight with my hair I admit it looks better than it did when I was in the world of the living. It's shiner, fuller and there seems to me no dead ends. Pleased at her work, Rangiku moves on to my outfit. At that moment I was wearing a white robe that barely concealed anything, which Rangiku noticed as she tried to decipher my body type because she stated "You have a better body than I thought" and let's out a hearty laugh and winks as she heads to the wardrobe.

I tried not to take her too seriously and made an effort to cover up without seeming embarrassed. It's at that moment when Renji hurtles himself into the room his booming voice saying, "Are you guys even ready yet? You have only 30 minutes remain…" His voice dropped as his eyes land on me half naked and exposed to all. I swear his face turned the color of his hair as he rushed away without a backwards glance.

I stood paralyzed wondering what cliff I should jump off after I find Renji and kill him for entering a room he knows a girl was getting ready in. Before I can run off after him, Rangiku hurries forward and shuts the door which Renji left gaping open. She pushes me away from the door, seeming to notice my thoughts heading towards the worst, to the ones leading to the wardrobe and shows me the outfit I'll be wearing. It's the simple black robe that I saw most of the people wearing when I stumbled into the seireitei. She hands me the garment and I put it on with a little help from Rangiku because they're were ties that I didn't know what their purpose was.

Rangiku face lights up as I'm finally dressed. She shaked her head in disbelief, "You work that robe better than most of the people living here and you're not even meant to where it." I don't say anything but head towards the mirror. There I see girl who isn't like the one before I died, or the one after. I have become someone different. I looked powerful and strong. I knew discovering the seireitei was no coincidence. Finally I found the person I was meant to be living as in all of my lives.