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Kanehara laid back down, her back burned like it was on fire, and thought about everything that just happened. What. The. Hell. She thought. My life has turned upside down. My classmates have formed an underground army for the dead, I was called cute by some sandal-wearing dude, I was nearly killed by some freaky monster, and now I'm going to be trained to discover my powers. Greeaaaaaat.

She closed her eyes and rolled onto her side, staring up at the curtain-drawn window. The sun was up now; the room was brighter. It was the first time she could look around the room. It was sparse, not a lot of furniture was in this room. A bookshelf stood in one corner, facing the end of her futon, and filled with dusty volumes of forgotten lore.

Kanehara sighed in frustration and closed her eyes, exhausted from everything that had happened, still furious, and mulled over what she had just heard from Urahara, when consciousness finally slipped from her, and she fell into a deep slumber once more.

"Excuse me, Kanehara-san?"

Kanehara rolled over, winced, and opened her eyes to the smallest and most timid looking girl she had ever seen. She blinked and raised her eyebrows.

"I brought you your lunch, I'm sorry I couldn't bring you breakfast, but you were sound asleep, I couldn't wake you up." The black haired girl's sad blue eyes surveyed her.

Kanehara sat up, failing to ignore the excruciating pain, and looked back over at the girl.

"It's alright. Who are you?" Kanehara asked , frowning.

"My name is Tsumigiya Ururu, Kanehara-san." Ururu bowed her head, and placed the tray of food next to Kanehara.

"You can call me Satsuki if you want, Urahara-san has no problem with it." Kanehara said, her voice less angry than it had been a few hours ago.

"Okay. Satsuki-san, please eat up." Ururu said, looking up at Kanehara. Kanehara blinked again, thinking there was something oddly robotic about the way Ururu answered.

"Alright, Ururu. Thank you for bringing it in." She forced a pleasant smile. I might as well be nice to her, she looks even more fragile than Inoue!

Ururu nodded, her blue eyes as sad as ever, stood up and exited through the sliding door.
Kanehara picked up the tray of food and placed it on her lap. Udon, two onigiri, and a green tea was what her lunch was, and her stomach rumbled loudly.

It had only been fifteen minutes after she had finished her lunch, and Kanehara had just lain down to take another sleep, when the sliding door opened. Can't I get a bit of sleep? she thought incredulously. She looked around to see Urahara.

"Good afternoon, Satsu-chan!" Urahara greeted her brightly. "How are you feeling?"

"Good afternoon, Urahara-san. I'm fine, thanks." Kanehara replied, still unaware of the mysterious reason that made this man was so cheery.

Urahara laughed as he knelt down, taking his sandals off and laying them beside him. "Still angry?" he chuckled, "You don't have to be hostile, you know. I just came in to check up on you."

"I'm fine. Thanks." Kanehara said again, looking up at Urahara.

The blonde chuckled again, pulling his hat off and looking down at her. "I thought I should tell you that everyone has left, but Kuchiki-san and Inoue-san will be checking up on you tonight." He said, while turning his hat over in his hands.

Kanehara's eyebrows rose. "Are they coming back?" she asked, and couldn't hide the note of apprehension in her voice.

Urahara stopped spinning his hat and looked down at her with his blue-gray eyes. "Of course! Kurosaki-kun and Ishida-kun are coming Sunday night to retrieve you." He smiled, his blue-gray eyes meeting Kanehara's

"Don't fret. I'm not going to hurt you." Urahara grinned and chuckled, and put his hat back on, pulling it low over his eyes. He bent to pick up Kanehara's empty tray, and stood up, stepping easily back into his sandals.

"I trust you enjoyed your lunch?" He asked with a crooked smile, looking back down at her.

Kanehara nodded. "Ururu's cooking is very good." She said honestly, holding back any sarcastic remark that might escape her lips.

Urahara laughed again, and he grinned. "Ururu didn't cook this, Tessai did!" he said, chuckling. "I'll tell him to introduce himself later, I have things to attend to." He added, and walked back towards the door. "Oh, and one more thing, Satsu-chan?" Urahara turned and looked over his shoulder at her.

"Yes?" Kanehara asked, her blue eyebrows raised.

"Try to smile more often, it does wonders for your health." He said simply, and walked out through the sliding door.

How does he do it? Kanehara wondered in confusion, slowly laying back down and fell asleep within minutes.

The next time Kanehara was awoken, her room was dark and there was a hulking figure silhouetted in the door frame. She sat bolt upright, clutching the comforter to her chin. A deep, rich laughter rang out and filled the room. The colossal figure lifted an arm and flicked on the light switch. Kanehara realized that the giant standing in the doorway wasn't a monster, but a very tall man with lots of muscles. He pushed his square-lensed glasses up the bridge of his nose and cleared his throat.

"Don't be frightened, Kanehara-san, you can call me Tessai." He smiled underneath his long brown mustache and laughed loudly again.

"Nice to meet you." Kanehara said, her eyes still wide in amazement. "So, you are the one who cooked my lunch?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. I didn't think he'd be so big...

"That would be correct!" He chuckled. "So, you can see Hollows, huh? They're terrifying, if I do say so myself." Tessai walked across the room and sat down.

Kanehara nodded feebly in agreement.

"I don't know how I can see them, though. It seems I've caused a very big problem for everyone." She said, chewing on her lower lip thoughtfully.

Tessai chuckled. "Urahara was right, you are very cute."

I. Am. Not. Cute. She growled mentally.

Tessai grinned. "The reason you can see Hollows is because you have a very large amount of reiatsu hidden inside you."

Kanehara looked up with interest. "What's reiatsu?" she asked, raising her eyebrow again.

"Reiatsu is what some people are blessed with, it basically the strength of their soul. For some people, like Kurosaki-san, their spirit power is so strong, only those who have spirit power can feel it, it can overwhelm your senses." Tessai said, crossing his arms.

Kanehara was silent, memories from the previous night surfacing. She could clearly remember the crushing pressure that she had felt when Kurosaki passed her window. She must've had a glazed look on her face because Tessai asked her if she was okay.

"I'm fine." She hoped she'd said that for the last time.

Tessai chuckled and stood up. "Dinner will be served in just a moment, Ururu will bring it in." He said. Like so many people before him, Tessai exited the room, sliding the door closed behind him.

After another delicious meal, and a visit from Kuchiki and Inoue, Kanehara was so tired and sore, that as soon as she closed her eyes, she fell instantly into a deep sleep. She didn't even hear the door open or the soft clacking of wooden sandals cross her floor.

Urahara crouched beside the sleeping Kanehara and pulled her blanket up, so she wouldn't get cold, and picked up the empty tray of dinner dishes. He stood and watched her for a moment, then all that was hear was the soft clacking of wooden sandals retreating, the flick of the light switch, and the sliding door shutting.

Author's Note: This chapter is a bit shorter, but I that's where I had planned to finish it.

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