The day of the incident.

There was a horrible eerie feeling that led up to the incident. The unsettled way I felt haunted me as I went around the house cleaning and doing my daily chores as a surrogate mother. Kai was sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table working on homework from earlier that day and Hiroshi was sprawled out on the couch incessantly flipping back and forth through channels on the television. Ozora was out with one of his friends and dad, well, dad was somewhere. I was not worried about Ozora still being out until I peered out the window and saw the hollows pouring out of the sky.

"Hiro, watch Kai, I'm going to go find Ozora." I yelled at him as I rushed towards the door slipping on my shoes and he merely grunted in response while continuing his channel surfing.

Once I was out the door I was running towards the house I knew Ozora was at and praying to whatever was in charge of the universe that he was fine. Had I been thinking clearly I probably would have thought of the fact that I had no clue how to fight a hollow if I encountered one. Fortunately, as I ran not one hollow came after me and even better I ran into Ozora half way to his friend's house.

"Nee-chan! Do you hear it too? The roaring sounds?" He asked catching up to me and I wrapped my arms around his tiny shoulders, ecstatic that he was alright. My good fortune did not last forever because just as I went to answer him I felt a hollow, in a very odd sense, appear behind me.

Turning and shielding Ozora with my body I met its gaze; it was quite possibly five times the size of me and resembled something closely to a spider. Its eyes bore down on me from behind its giant mask and made a roaring sound that sounded too much like it was cackling.

"Ozora listen to me, go home and stay inside with Hiro and Kai. I'll be back in a little while. I promise." He nodded, eyes wide, and ran; thankfully the hollow kept its gaze upon me and made no attempts to chase after him.

My mind was racing. I had said it before; there was not much that I could do in a fight against a hollow. My punches and kicks surely were not strong enough to damage it and not to mention I really did not know how to kill it either. I think it sensed my fear because it's cackling increased. Managing to unnerve me all that much more. There were too many of them pouring from the sky that it was too much to hope Ichigo would happen to save me again. This time I had no choice, either I run and let it follow me or fight and maybe at least die something other than a coward.

I readied myself and willed my mind to believe I was strong enough to fight it. With blind ignorance I jumped while the creature was inattentive. I was aiming to strike a kick onto its body but as I got close the hollow lifted its enormous head and opened its mouth spitting purple gelatinous goo which I barely avoided. The goo burnt the ground where it landed and I skidded against the pavement.

"Daft girl, you are weak. Such a shame as well, your reiatsu did look so delicious."

It spit again, this time it hit me in shoulder, burning through my shirt and searing my skin. I screamed as the smell of burning, festering skin wafted into my nose and blinding pain shot through my shoulder. The beast began to cackle again as I stood there holding my shoulder and tears welled up in my eyes. That was the point my anger began to build, escalating and brewing inside me. Mixing with the weird feeling I had had now for months.

I was not weak. I was not weak. I was not weak. I WAS NOT WEAK.

Inside me, something burst to life, a product of my fiery temper and the pressure welled up inside me. In a moment of great power I leaped from my spot on the ground, injured shoulder momentarily forgotten, and I swung with a force I did not know I possessed. Blue strands of electricity - ironically the color of my eyes- glowed in my hands being manipulated under my whim which exploded as I made contact with the white mask the hollow wore, shattering upon impact.

The body followed next, slowly dematerializing before my eyes and I landed harshly against the ground out of breath and a deep-rooted fatigue now creeping into me. There was also the overwhelming sense of pride and strength mixed with the pain of my shoulder. All combining into a hectic state of mind.

I was not weak.

Darkness took over then and I faded into unconsciousness.