"Toshiro." I felt the name tumble off the tip of my tongue.

Okay, yes. I do want to see him again. And I might have had one tiny dream about him, but this was insane! Now I'm hallucinating.

I felt my zampacto pulled away from me and I dropped to my knees, head pounding. I pressed the palms of my hands to my temples, as if the one motion would stop all of the jokes my mind had decided to play on me. I could see him, but why would he be here? I must be seeing things. My eyes moved to see my zampacto in his arms. He stopped the blade, so he must really be there, right?

I could hear myself breathing his name over and over again, in a questioning and disbelieving tone.

If I could touch him, he was real, right? My hands reached out to grab him, his cloths, anything that would prove he was real. When my hand felt his cheek, soft beneath my fingers, I looked into his eyes. He gasped and stumbled, gaping at my hand.

I smiled.

"ASSHOLE!" I shouted at him. I laughed as his eyes widened even more and he took a step backwards. My head still hurt, and I felt completely mental, but I was laughing. "You shouldn't just stop my zampacto like that. It could have hurt my shoulder."

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""Kawwwwinnn!" I felt a heavy toddler glomp me and the weight of her little body caught me off guard and I fell over onto the ground. Next to Daichi. A very, very, awestruck Daichi.

"HItsugaya-kun? Karin-chan? What the hell is going on here?" I could tell he was trying to be brave and tough, but his voice quivered.

But that wasn't the issue right now.

"You can see us?" Was my loud, worried tone.

"You can see us?" Came out of another mouth exactly at the same time as my reply. This voice was calm, collected, and slightly irritated.

"Of course I can see you. Why the hell are you wearing a robe? AND WHY DO YOU HAVE WEAPONS? " Blood trickled down his check slowly, and he was wincing from the sting.

I took a look at my surroundings. There were two men laying on the ground. One, was laying, nearly dead, coughing up blood and lacking the strength to move. The other, was looking between myself and him with wide eyes and a bloody cheek. I had a little girl, crying, and worrying about while pulling on my hair. Then I saw him looking at me with his eyes, beautiful eyes, questioning me.

I didn't want to deal with it. Any of it.

So I did something Kurosaki's never do. I ran.

I got the hell out of there. I ran, and ran, until I was out of breath. I found myself in front of my mother's grave, crying. Why was I crying? I have no idea. I just did. I let everything come out.

My brother leaving me without saying goodbye.

My mother's death.

My friends who get hurt because of me.

Everything came out in that moment. That's what happens when you purposefully bottle up your emotions. The bottle is only so big, but your emotions keep coming. When the bottle is filled, you can't just go find another bottle. The bottle will explode and everything in it will come gushing out.

I cried and cried and cried until I felt empty. There were dry, salty tears on my cheeks and I was laying, limp and weak, next to my mother's grave. My eyes got heavy and so I allowed myself to fall asleep, curled up on my mother's grave.

As my eyes closed I whispered, "I'm sorry. Forgive me, mother."

*Dream*

"Hello, child."

My eyes opened and as I looked around me, I felt myself scream.

I was bound, with heavy chains, to thin air. It was boiling, so hot, in the harsh thundering rain. I usually love rain, but this rain was hot, so hot it burnt me. I was burning. I struggled and pulled at the chains, my wrists and arms becoming red and raw.

"Child. Look at me." A feminine voice whispered through the intense chaos of the storm. I forced myself to look for the voice and when my eyes fell upon the owner, I was surprised. She was also bound to thin air, in the boiling rain, but everything around her turned to fire. I watched as she flexed her pale arms and the chains melted off of her form.

And then she was behind me. So fast, and sudden I briefly thought of Yoruichi.

"Child," She whispered in my ear. "Child, why must you be so angry? Every time you get like this, I have to put up with this rain."

She stepped around me and I could finally see what she looked like. She had pale skin, and purple hair that reached her knees. She had bangs that skimmed her yellow eyes. Her eyes were so piercing. I felt like she could see through my soul. It was extremely creepy and really beautiful at the same time.

"Look, below us. This is what you have set up for me. I love this. But not when it rains, child. Not when it rains." I felt a pulse of spiritual pressure fluctuate through the place I was chained.

This world that I was in was flashing. It flashed as fast as my emotions as I struggled to compose my feelings. The world flashed between a cold, snowy forest and the burning, boiling graveyard where my mother was buried.

Another pulse of spiritual pressure coursed through the chains and me. My head was pounding and aching. The spiritual pressure felt so familiar but it was so heavy, I couldn't concentrate on the familiarity of it.

It pressed harder into me and I wanted to scream and hold my head between my arms, but of course, my arms were bound.

It was too much. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry.

And then I let it out. All of it. My spiritual pressure had been pushing my limits for days and now I let it out. I really hoped that whoever was around me had some way to protect myself.

"AAAAAAGGGAHHH!" My spiritual pressure shot out of me like a canon with that scream. It went on for a while, then the little world around me broke, like a mirror, and I was left in the dark, trembling, waiting to be woken up.

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T POV

It took me forever, but I found her. She just ran off, looking petrified. And she left me with a dead man, a shocked boy, and a little girl crying for her onee-chan.

The thing that bothered me was that when I finally found her, it was at a graveyard. And she was lying on a grave, I couldn't see the name, but I don't think it really mattered, anyways. She looked so peaceful

I looked at her body lying there. She looked so peaceful. And then her face started to contort into agony. He arms and legs were twitching, just slightly, like a tremble. I ran over to her, and could feel myself worry a bit about the human in front of me.

"Karin, wake up. You are going to catch a cold." I pushed her shoulder slightly trying to wake her up. "WAKE UP!" I yelled, like I do to Matsumoto. She just convulsed and I saw her eyes squeeze shut.

I needed to wake her up. So I used my spiritual pressure to push her awake. She winced, but didn't wake. So I did it again.

Her face went completely calm, like the calm before the tempest. I put my hand on my zampacto and backed away. And then her eyes opened, wide to the point of pain and she screamed, her spiritual pressure shooting out of her, straight up, in an exact circle around her. It lifted her 20 feet up into the air, and I noticed her spiritual pressure was silver. I tried to get closer to her agonized, screaming form, but the pressure was so much it had me, Toshiro Hitsugaya, on the ground and unable to move. Yamamoto was correct. She has a lot of spiritual pressure.

After what seemed an eternity, Karin's spiritual pressure ebbed to a leak, and then a stop. She fell, like a rag doll on the ground, and I heard a sickening snap. She was awake, yes, but her eyes were wide and unseeing.

I decided to take her to Yoruichi. Oh how I do hate that place.

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K POV

When I woke up, I found myself, yet again, in Kisuke's shop. With Orihime's traces of power on my left leg and right shoulder. I was sore all over and tried to avoid my thoughts of the dream. I decided instead to foucus on the arguing outside of the door.

"What the hell did you do to her?" Yoruichi's voice has so much anger and worry in it, it broke my heart.

"I didn't do anything to her." His calm voice came through the door.

"Then why did she have a dislocated shoulder, a broken leg, and a nearly traumatized mind when you brought her here in YOUR arms?" She was doing so well holding herself back from hurting him, I was so proud. Ugh and so sore.

"She was stabbed by the dead man lying in the hallway. He is a shinigami, and then he was not a shinigami. She somehow absorbed his powers." The voice sounded angry, for a stoic voice.

"And the little soul- who is she, why is she here, why haven't you sent her to the soul society yet, and how can she eat so much? If she is DEAD she shouldn't be hungry unless she is using reiatsu." Yoruichi was sort of talking to herself now. She does that a lot.

"I tried sending her to the soul society. It didn't work." I tried not to think about what he could mean.

"What could that mean?" And of course, Yoruichi had to ask that question. I decided it was time to make my existence known.

"YORUICHI!" I shouted as I struggled to sit up.

She ran in the room, looking worried and relieved at the same time. "I just woke up." Came out of my mouth.

I looked past her and saw Toshiro. I looked away, because I couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes. I don't even know why. I am so weird sometimes.

"Do you feel okay? You were kind of shocked for three hours. Orihinme came over, but I'm sure you noticed. I have instant ramen- pork, chicken. Or Tessai could make something when he gets bac-"

"O-nee-chan!" Ayame bounced into the room. "He put something on Ayame's forehead!" She pointed at Toshiro who was standing outside the door, watching us, possibly amused.

"Yoruichi, pork ramen sounds good- I'll go make it. Ayame, do you want some?" I stood up, groaning, as I felt the soreness in my body worsen.

"Ayame has ice cream!" She shouted, running out of the room. To go get her ice cream, I guess.

I made my way to the kitchen, still trying not to think. I managed to get there without running in to anything that made me think. And then I got to the kitchen. Where Daichi was.

"Daichi-" I started to say, only to be cut off by him dropping a metal bowl with a loud clang.

"I would ask you what the hell is going on, but I think you would answer the same way the other three did. I see your back in your body or whatever the hell you are." His voice was cold, but I could see he was broken on the inside. So many people were broken today. Daichi, myself, that dead shinigami. Even Yoruichi broke her normal characteristics.

I will fix this. I will become stronger, so I can protect everyone. I don't want anyone to ever be broken again.

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