Standard disclaimers apply to the fictional characters of BLEACH used in this story. They are the property of the esteemed Kubo Tite-sensei, and I have no claim over them. Please don't sue.
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Katagiri pulled at the end of her hair ties and released the bun. The long tresses cascaded down her back in a dark navy waterfall.
As she reached over for her brush, the doors upstairs slammed and two sets of footsteps raced down the carpeted hallway. She could clearly distinguish the deep male voice even through the ceiling. "Masaki, wait! Damnit!"
Rather than turning to her own doorway, she decided to look out to the window.
Masaki-sama ran out of the mansion and Ryuuken-sama was right at her heels. She could vaguely feel the presence of a Hollow not too far from the mansion.
Even though Masaki-sama was more than capable of handling herself in battle, she didn't have to know why Ryuuken raced after her. Ever since the disagreement between the Mistress and Masaki-sama, the Ishida heir had been more attentive to Masaki-sama's safety. Her hand clenched a little tighter on the handle of her brush.
But why didn't he summon her to his side, like always?
AN: Wow, it's June.