~Epilogue~

"We have a new one!"

The prison gates open slowly with a loud rackety noise. Two guards stood beside a newly made criminal who had a wide grin on his pale face. They walked him into the prison, the gate shutting making prisoners feel trapped once again from the outside world. The criminal did not care though; he came to this destination on purpose so his heart was filled with wicked glee at the moment. Guards and prisoners alike felt uneasy as the young man walked down the halls whistling a cheerful tone and adding rhythm to each step he took.

Toshiro Hitsugaya lay on his bed, his cold turquoise eyes staring up at the same ceiling he had been living under for five years. He held a newspaper in his hand, one of smaller articles announced the sixth year anniversary of Ichigo Kurosaki's death. Hitsugaya raised the newspaper once again and glared at the picture of his enemy who just smiled back at him. He gave out a small grunt before crumbling the paper and tossing it over his head to hit the cells of his cage. A loud tap rang around the room but Hitsugaya didn't bother to look up since he knew it was just a prison guard hitting his cell.

"Hitsugaya, say hello to your new cellmate."

The cell open and Hitsugaya stood up slowly to meet his new cellmate, his eyes narrowed when he saw who was staring back at him. Hichigo Kurosaki stood inside the cell now, his wicked grin widening as he tilted his head to the side. The cells shut quickly behind them, locking them both inside the cage and allowing Hichigo to walk in casually.

"Ya rememba' meh, don'cha?" Hichigo said, Hitsugaya kept his ground as he smirked.

"You are Ichigo's twin brother. Let's hope you don't suffer the same fate he did." Hitsugaya said, knowing this would agitate the brother.

"Ya ain't the only one I'm gonna kill." Hichigo taunted, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a picture.

"She's next."

Hitsugaya looked down at the picture of Rukia Kuchiki, his heart again fluttered when he saw she had not changed since their last meeting. He tore his eyes away from the picture and looked back at the man holding the picture of his Rukia. They both glared into each others eyes before they both smirked at the other.

"I won't let you take her life." Hitsugaya said, reaching into his jump suit to pull out his shank*.

"Who says ya gonna be here on this earth long 'nough at stop meh?" Hichigo said, grabbing his own weapon.

Guards ran to the room when the heard the howls and shouts from other prisoners. They ran to the scene to find two dangerous criminals covered in blood fighting each other with full strength. The guards open the cell and rushed inside as one of them was stabbed right on their shoulder. Shouts, screams, and howls echoed around that cell block that day as blood tainted the dirty floor of the prison.

Rukia opened her eyes as a horrible feeling suddenly shocked her body. A small gasp escaped her lips before she shuddered and shock her head, smiling weakly when her co-workers gave her a worried look. Orihime Inoue nudged the tense girl beside her before grabbing her shoulder.

"Are you okay, Rukia?" Orihime asked, Rukia nodded before turning to her with a fake smile.

"Just got a feeling of someone talking about me. I'm fine." Rukia said, her mind drifting off once again as she tried to look like she was doing her work.

In her hand was the newspaper that held Ichigo's picture that retold the story she lived through. Beside that picture was a small article of Toshiro Hitsugaya and how he was involved with the poor teen's death. Rukia flipped the page and her eyes widen when she saw the news of a robber that had killed one person and purposely allowed the cops to take him to jail. Hichigo's name was in bold letters as the rest described the horrid sin he did. Another chill ran down her spine before she folded the paper nicely and walked away from it.

In the corner of her mind, she had a bad feeling that all of the things she saw were somehow connected in a twisted triangle.

She could only push the thought away and continue on with her day so that her memories would stay buried inside her mind.

*shank- homemade dagger: a makeshift dagger, e.g. one made from a shard of glass or any sharp item, especially one made by a prisoners in jail to defend or attack one another.

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