Soo, this is my newest update on Natsu-Chan's story, and you get some things from my evilly-well-planned timeskip from the last few. Also, Natsu and Aizen go on their mission, showing just how awesome she is!

"Hirako-Taichou? Hiraaako-Taichooouuu... Where are you? Mi-Chan is leaving! Uhuff. Men." A member of Fifth Division was looking avidly for her Captain, not knowing that he was in a very special place already...

"So, 'Tsumi-Tan, you gonna be alright with Sosuke 'n all?" Shinji and Natsumi were having one last cup of warm tea before she left with Aizen.

"Yes. I do believe so, Hirako-San. I can't wait to see the human world again after so long.." Natsumi smiled wistfully, thinking of all the ways it might have changed during her absence. "I wonder, though, no... Never mind." She looked away bashfully at her thoughts.

"What?"

"No, no, it's foolish. It could never happen..." Natsumi took a sip of her tea, but her face still blushed, revealing that it had quite a hold on her.

"What, 'Tsumi-Tan? What is it?" Shinji was now genuinely interested in this girl's odd ideas.

"Well... Do you remember what you said, when you two were teaching me about Hollows?" Shinji's mind quickly flashed back to that particular lesson, because it was, after all, quite a memorable one...

Around seven months after Natsumi became an official Shinigami...

"...So, Hollows aren't really dying when we slay them?" Natsumi was obviously a quick learner. She had mastered Kendo, Kido, Shun-Po, and all other Zankensoki available to her. But there was one thing she didn't completely get: Hollows. She simply couldn't grasp the fact that they weren't simply evil souls.

"No. They are actually being cleansed and sent through to Seireitei. They are, in fact, good, after we kill them." Aizen was a patient soul, [literally a soul] and he helped Shinji explain this process very carefully to her until she got the entire cycle memorized.

From Human to soul.
From soul to ghost.
From ghost to Hollow.
From ghost to Shinigami.
From Hollow to Shinigami.

"I also have one more question, Aizen-FukuTaichou, why is it that we Shinigami do not remember our lives before we died?" Natsumi asked this question with a straight and innocently questioning face.

"Well, nobody is really sure about that, 'Tsumi-tan." Shinji answered for Aizen, who was speechless.

"Oh... Okay." The lesson then proceeded, nobody forgetting, and nobody mentioning that question.

Shinji was brought back to the present.

"Well, 'Tsumi-Chan, I can't really tell you any more than I did then." He told her honestly. She simply smiled cheerily at him and put down her now-empty cup.

"Well, I gathered as much, so I searched for myself in the Records Library, and what I found wasn't all that much, but I now know why." She had an odd look in her teal eyes, one that Shinji felt uneasy about. "The reason why we forget everything is-" A very loud banging interrupted her declaration, and caused them both to look over at Rei and Temari who had been apparently running down the hallway and had hid inside the nearest room.

" 'ello, Shin-San, Mi-Chan... *Huff Huff*, S-Soory about t-this... But *huff* we *huff* hid Hiyori-San's favorite *Huff-Wheeze* hair clips, and now she's *wheezewheezepuffsigh* chasing after us, so if *wheezing on you* you could just kindly let us hide in yonder closet, we'd be much obliged, 'kay?" Temari managed, and then slowly but surely dragged Rei over to a sliding-door closet, which she then proceeded to shut. "Oh!" She opened it again and stuck her head out." Mi-Chan, it's almost time for you two to leave." She then closed it again.

"WHERE ARE THEY BALDY! YOU TELL ME NOW, OR I RIP IT OFF!" Hiyori roared at Shinji, grabbing the front of his haori and pulling his face towards hers.

"Rip what off I wonder?" Mumbled Shinji from under Hiyori's furious gaze.

"In the closet, Hi-Chan. Please don't hurt Hirako-Taichou." Replied Natsumi faithfully and resignedly, pouring herself a second cup of tea, whilst gracefully dodging the two flying bodies that came hurling out of the closet after Hiyori ripped it open.

"TRAITOR!" Cried Temari, running for her life.

"Oh no. I simply love to see you run away from things." Natsumi calmly took another sip of tea.

"Takanaiyo-San, It's time for us to leave." Aizen joined the mayhem, sticking his head inside the "Secret" room. "Are you ready?" He seemed to rather acknowledge the young Shinigami, if not care for.

"Yes, I do believe so, Aizen-San. Shall we?" She stood up, her long hair swaying in it's usual braid.

"Yes, I do say we shall." Aizen replied, offering his arm to her, albeit jokingly.

"Mmm, where are we going?" She took it, and the two began to walk arm-in-arm towards the "portal".

"Someplace called "Karakura Town, in the vicinity of Japan." He replied, leaving behind their rioting friends.

"Japan? Really? Do they have beaches there? Do they?" Aizen smiled, really, truly, smiled. This girl was like a small child, being told of the far-off places in the world.

A/N:

So, this was a short one, and I promise I'll have lots more longer chapters once school is out for us... And a small note on the 'beaches' line: Natsumi's name is made of the Japanese kanji for Summer, [Natsu] and Mi, [Sea].
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