Hey all. A little bit of a shorter chapter this time, but action-packed with drama and...more drama! lol. thanks to everybody who has been reading, and especially to those of you who have been reviewing! I take your comments to heart, and they definitely impact the way I write the next chapter :D A very special, super special thanks to Crimson Quincy, who made a WONDERFUL piece of art to go along with this story--with quotes right out of chapter 20!! I encourage you all to see it, go to ht tp : / / xxsharingankakashixx . deviantart . com / without the spaces :D The picture is in her gallery, it's called "Embrace" Huzzah. I've done some Bleach fanart myself, but nothing actually for this story O o I should get on that, lol. Anyways, much love to all of you, and I don't own Bleach!!

21

Enjoy the Last Few Days of Your Reign

Orihime wrung her hands together nervously, the last time she had passed through the gate was when she was leaving Soul Society during the war. Old guilt pressed on her, being in the gate quickly brought back all the unpleasant memories and feelings she had been repressing for the fast few days. The shame was the worst, the shame that she was useless, unable to help her friends. Biting her lip, she kept on walking forward, following the Captains. …Maybe I can make up for not being able to help before by helping the best I can now. The thought helped. She held her head higher, squaring her slim shoulders, looking dead ahead. True, her view of the end of the gate was completely blocked by Captain Zaraki's massive form, but that probably actually helped, seeing it would only waver her confidence as it would most likely also bring back for feelings and memories. A quiet, dull groan suddenly caught her attention, she glanced behind her to see Captain Hitsugaya. One hand on the side of his head, his expression utterly miserable and his feet dragging, he looked nearly as bad as he had earlier this morning when he was unconscious. She worriedly watched him, wondering what to do.

"…Um, Captain?" She asked quietly, hanging back until she was next to him. His teal eyes shifted over to settle on her, but seemed slightly out of focus.

"Yes, what is it?" He replied, his voice barely over a whisper.

"I was thinking…maybe once we reach Soul Society, you might like another healing?" She asked, hoping to help. Hitsugaya only grunted, scowling.

"No. As soon as we get there, you have to heal Hinamori and Matsumoto," He paused. "And anyone else who needs it." He added as an afterthought. Unable to argue with a sick man, Orihime nodded. As they approached the end of the gate, though, she got a very bad feeling.

o o o o o

Now in a worse mood than before, with his discomfort with Rukia and their lack of solution, Ichigo felt somewhat helpless and useless. They climbed the stairs and met with the rest of the group again. They only had a little while longer to finish eating, Ichigo planned to finish his lunch in moody silence. It seemed like a rather futile plan, though, with Keigo immediately swooping in on Rukia again. Ichigo had never noticed before how much of a difference Inoue's presence made for his own comfort, whenever Inoue was at lunch, Keigo would divide his attentions between them. Without her, Keigo was all about Rukia, which annoyed him immensely.

"Kuchiki-san…" Keigo began, starting to tell her some sort of joke about people walking into a bar. Ichigo sulked, taking an enormous bite of his sandwich. She won't get it anyway, he mentally grumbled.

The joke ended, Rukia just blinked at him, completely clueless. Ichigo smirked viciously into the sandwich, glad that Keigo was crashing and burning. The idiot boy was grinning at her, waiting for her to get it, she didn't, so he tried to explain it.

"Oh! I see. That is very amusing," She commented, rather insincerely, putting on her "innocent" act. She turned away then, bringing up conversation with Tatsuki and apparently ignoring Keigo's presence. Something he didn't seem to take kindly. He butt into the conversation, trying to steal back her attention. Meanwhile, Ichigo was growing more and more irritated. Almost irrationally so. He was getting far too annoyed at just Keigo's normal behavior, anger seeming to boil up from somewhere beyond his consciousness. If Ichigo wasn't so focused on what was going on with Rukia, he would have felt the tiny, but dangerous shift in the back of his head. Damn Keigo, just leave her the fuck alone! The sandwich in Ichigo's hand was slowly becoming mush as he watched his friend flirt with her outrageously. Rukia always brushed off his advances, but the boy, strangely, wasn't backing down. Finally, she appeared to grow frustrated, cutting Keigo off as he tried to tell another story.

"Kurosaki-kun, would you please open this for me?" She asked sweetly, reaching over Keigo to pass Ichigo the juicebox. The building anger paused, her actions seemed to soothe it for a moment. He snorted, making a show about how "annoying" it was for her to ask this, but was inwardly glad she was paying attention to him and rebuffing Keigo. Just as he extended his hand for the juicebox, though, Keigo interrupted again.

"Ichigo, you don't know how to treat a classy lady like Kuchiki-san! Don't worry, beautiful, you won't have to give your juiceboxes to Ichigo anymore, I'll take care of you!" With that, he snatched the juicebox away, easily puncturing it with the straw and handing back to her with a wide, and what he probably thought was charming, smile on his face. Rukia only blinked at it, then at Keigo, then at Ichigo, finally slowly accepting the offered drink. She sipped at it, turning back to Tatsuki. As much as she seemed rather unbothered by this, Ichigo was still staring at Keigo, what had just happened playing over in his head. It was nothing, it was classic Keigo behavior, and Rukia didn't seem to care, but…He had to admit, he was mildly insulted. More than mildly, the anger in his head made him think the whole thing was a personal slap in the face.

Keigo's attention to Rukia had always bothered him, even before he realized his current feelings, but this seemed somewhat different. The boy had broken into what had become something like a tradition between them. However lame and inconsequential it was, Ichigo always opened her juiceboxes, it was like a nod to the past, of when he and Rukia were just starting to get to know each other. But it bothered him, especially that she had simply shrugged it off so easily. He ground his teeth, trying to calm himself, telling himself that he was being stupid to get so angry over something that meant nothing. Still, though, it felt like something was silently fueling him, pushing him into action. He forcibly relaxed, inhaling deeply. I just need to calm down. Just as he was about to make himself let it go, though, turning back to his mushed sandwich, Keigo proceeded to make it worse, elbowing Ichigo in the side playfully.

"Heh, I guess you're not needed anymore, Ichigo! Don't worry, though, I'll take good care of her!" It was such a dumb thing to say, dramatically over the top and completely unnecessary. Ichigo knew that, but it still rankled, hauling the anger back into full force. Do it. Squash him…An echo of a voice drifted through his mind, so light, he didn't even really think on its source. Twisting to face Keigo, he leaned forward, not really knowing what he was going to do, but certain he was going to do something. And it would probably end in pain for Keigo. Do it—!

Rukia suddenly laughed then, clearly at something Tatsuki had said. That caught him, he lurched away from Keigo, now starting to wonder why he was so upset. What's wrong with me? Keigo's just an idiot, a harmless idiot. Rukia doesn't like him anyway, why am I getting so freaking upset? With every inch of his determination, he took an enormous bite of his sandwich and concentrated completely on chewing. And ignoring Keigo. It was difficult, the boy seemed to just drape himself over Rukia, joking and teasing. Ichigo could handle that, perhaps, telling himself repeatedly to be calm. But then, Keigo wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him playfully as she, still in her act, tried to push him off. That was the final straw. White hot fury overthrew his senses, seeming to blind him to everything but the need to squash the offender. Even if it was a friend.

Ichigo's sandwich hit the concrete as he shot to his feet, grabbing the boy's collar and wrenching him away from Rukia. Lifting the smaller boy off of his feet, Ichigo full-out snarled at him, seething. Everyone was silent for a few fleeting seconds, totally shocked by his behavior. Ichigo had always held himself rather apart from everyone else, the pinnacle of cool and aloof. The fact that he had very suddenly ripped his friend away from the rest of them and was now threatening to cream him was astonishing.

"Woah, woah, Ichigo! What—what're you doing!" Keigo stammered, grabbing at Ichigo's wrist. The boy's familiar voice cut through the black anger like a beacon of light. Ichigo blinked. He didn't know what he was doing. He had been just so suddenly angry, furious…He had acted without even thinking. Keigo thrashed in his hand, and then suddenly everyone seemed to come to their senses, yelling out for Ichigo to stop.

"Kurosaki! Put him down—!" Ishida shouted just as Rukia cut him off, dropping the innocent act.

"Ichigo, you idiot! What the hell are you doing!"

"Ichigo! Let him go!" Tatsuki insisted, standing and holding up her own fist threateningly.

"Kurosaki-san!" Mizuiro also added, while Chad stood imposingly, as if to perhaps break them up if he had to. Ichigo's brows lifted in surprise, he started to lower his arm and drop Keigo, but something stopped him. His vision blurred for a second, he felt a wave of dizziness overtake him and cloud his senses. The anger was back, but he realized now that it wasn't just his own. Keigo was talking again, everyone else was shouting, Ichigo barely heard it, blinking rapidly to clear his head. But then another voice, his own, cut into the others', shocking him.

"Stay away from her, or I'll crush you."

"Wha—what!? I wasn't doing anything!" Keigo insisted, his expression now showed fear, it wasn't just surprise anymore. Ichigo's own face scrunched as he tried to fight back the hazy darkness in his mind. His anger was his own, and not his own. Another source was fueling him, pushing him, and the harder he tried to fight, the more angry he became. Another emotion rose within him, fear. "What's your problem, Ichigo!? You're being so fucking crazy! 'Stay away from her', what, are you in love with her or something!?" Keigo shouted in his face, writhing to try to break Ichigo's hold. He panicked, his control was slipping. Irrationally, he lashed out, his focus gone. Without warning, he was shouting, words spilling forth without him summoning them.

"Fuck! Of course I'm not in love with her! Who could ever love a fucking retard like Rukia!" The words hung in the air. He was horrified. I—I said—His eyes darted to Rukia, who was watching him without any expression at all. Not even in her eyes. It reminded him deeply of Byakuya, of the impenetrable coldness that always was with him. And he was terrified by it.

Ichigo lost, then and there. Whatever had prompted the words to tumble out of his mouth had won, his grip tightened on Keigo's shirt, his arm jerking to the side without his consent. The boy was tossed to the side, a wide, oily grin spread across Ichigo's face. Ichigo screamed on the inside, but his voice didn't follow him, his body moving on its own. His head cocked to the side, he flashed the repulsive grin at Rukia and gave her a wink, laughing.

"Hey there, Rukia-chan." His voice sounded, jovially. Ichigo pounded against what was holding him back, fighting with all his strength. Though he felt terrible about what he had just done to Keigo, he was really afraid of what was happening now, of the Hollow's attention on Rukia.

Get away from her, you fucking bastard! He cried, grabbing some control and shoving the Hollow aside.

…"Get away from her", eh, King? …How very interesting. The Hollow gave a thick chuckle. Why should I? When Rukia-chan and I could be such good friends? Giving a shriek of pure outrage, Ichigo blasted the Hollow away, seizing full control.

No! I won't let you!

Heh…You're back in control. Not for long, though. It's just sooo easy when you get all worked up about Rukia-chan... Next time, I'll buck you off for good. Enjoy the last few days of your reign, King. With that, the Hollow admitted temporary defeat, retreating back into the shadows of Ichigo's mind, waiting. Now in complete control again, Ichigo sank forward onto his knees, gripping his head. After a few seconds of just sitting there, chest heaving, while he tried to calm himself, someone spoke.

"…Kurosaki?" Ichigo's eyes darted up, meeting the open-mouthed stares of all of his friends, astonishment and occasionally fear clear on their faces. The only one what wasn't looking at him, at all, was Rukia.

o o o o o

Byakuya Kuchiki held himself upright and rigid while the meeting continued, he even managed to maintain his severe posture and demeanor until it ended. But as soon as the elder of the Kuchiki House left his office, he couldn't hold on any longer. Forgetting entirely about his Kuchiki dignity, he slumped forward on his desk, a breathy groan of pain escaping his lips. The pain was intolerable, it had stretched down from his head into his limbs and joints, he ached everywhere.

He had tried to keep up business as usual, not wanting to let himself give in to weakness. Earlier, when the pain wasn't as intense, he had chastised himself, thinking that it was below him to whine about a headache while there were things he had to attend to. Now, he regretted the thought, almost thinking that he had somehow jinxed himself. Don't be ridiculous, Byakuya scolded himself, pushing his weary body upright again to stand. "Jinxing", ha. There is no such thing. It is merely pain, something I have experienced many times before. He didn't allow himself to acknowledge the fact that this pain was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. I can overcome this. As soon as he was on his feet, though, steady doubt settled in the back of his mind. He tried to shake it off, exuding all the confidence and poise he could manage. His strength was wavering, though, his knees wobbling threateningly. Disturbed by this, he tried to flair his reiatsu to enhance his strength, and to reassure the growing doubt within him.

It was a mistake. As soon as his reiatsu surged, it drained away, leaving him with next to nothing. Eyes widening in pure shock and horror, the Captain of the 6th Division stumbled forward. An unfamiliar feeling washed through him, panic. He tried to recover, pushing his legs to keep moving, but knew he was in trouble. His legs carried him a little further, into his private chambers in the next room. The only piece of furniture in that room was a wardrobe, gasping for breath now as his vision began to cloud, he staggered toward it as fast as he could. His knees couldn't carry him any longer, one buckled as he reached up and dragged open the door of the wardrobe, revealing his goal. The portrait of his beloved deceased wife, smiling at him from the frame. A few tears pooled in the eyes that had long been dry of them. He smiled back at her, wanting her image to be the last thing he saw before the world went black.

"…Hisana." Then he was gone.

o o o o o

It was terrible. Just terrible. Orihime's breath caught in her throat as she stared at dozens of unconscious Shinigami being carried past her on stretchers, to be taken to wards. This was far worse than she had ever thought it could be. Why is it so bad here? Everyone in the human world isn't too bad… Beside her, Urahara, Hitsugaya, Renji, and Yoruichi stood watching as well, Zaraki and Yachiru having left to go visit their 3rd Seat as soon as they entered the clinic. Surprisingly, Yoruichi voiced Orihime's very thoughts.

"It's much worse than it was before…Did we only leave here yesterday? …How could it have gotten this bad so quickly, there must be over fifty victims! And why is it so much worse here than in the real world…?" Urahara, next to her, grunted and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Just more pieces to the puzzle. Now. As much as I would like to stay and begin immediately, I believe I should report in to the Chief Commander as soon as possible…The gate let me pass, so he must already know that I have returned, but no doubt will have some things to discuss with me on the matter." He turned to Hitsugaya and Yoruichi. "He will also most likely request your presence, as well as the presence of the other Captains. Certainly all of those who approved of my return…" He sighed. "Inoue-san." Orihime tore her eyes away from the sick and looked up at him. "Please, while we are gone, go see Captain Unohana and try to heal as many as you can." With a quick glance at Hitsugaya, he continued. "And please start with Matsumoto-san and Hinamori-kun." Orihime slowly nodded, nerves still picking at her as they others turned to leave.

Suddenly, the hall erupted into commotion. Orihime whirled to see what was going on, when she froze with new horror. A new patient had just entered the clinic, the 4th Squad members carrying him were clearly extremely distressed.

"Someone get Captain Unohana! Someone get the Captain!" One of them cried, as they pelted down the hall with the stretcher. After a few slow seconds of chaos, the 4th Squad Captain emerged, blocking Orihime's view.

"What is it—Oh! Oh my—!" Unohana cried as she approached the stretcher. Urahara and his group hadn't left yet, running up to the new patient. "Kisuke! What—You're back?" Unohana exclaimed, clearly not understanding what all was going on.

"Holy—! How…how—?!" She could hear Renji over the rest of the noise.

"Inoue-san!" Ignoring Unohana and cutting Renji off, Urahara leaning around the 4th Captain to call to Orihime. Only hesitating for a second, she slid past the 4th Squad Captain to the side of the stretcher.

"Captain Unohana, this is the ryoka girl who helped us heal in Hueco Mundo, do you remember her?" Yoruichi asked, urgently. Unohana's eyes shifted down to Orihime and she hurriedly nodded. "Good. We discovered that her abilities can temporarily help the sick. Please, let her attend to him." It wasn't a request, it was more of an order. But, Unohana stepped back, gesturing for her subordinates to step back and give them some space as well. They set the stretcher down, and Orihime knelt beside it, placing her hands on her clips.

"Souten Kishun!" Oblidgingly, the clips burst apart, and the shield unfolded over the patient. Concentrating, Orihime almost didn't catch Yoruichi's next order.

"Send out a Hell's Butterfly. Inform Kuchiki Rukia that her brother, Kuchiki Byakuya, has fallen severely ill and is now unconscious."

o o o o o

"Stay away from her, or I'll crush you." Ichigo's voice sounded warped, his low growl didn't sound really like him at all. All the blood in Rukia's veins ran cold as sudden realization came to her. Ichigo…? This wasn't Ichigo. Not really. She watched in cold horror as Keigo tried to struggle his way out of Ichigo's grip, protesting.

"Wha—what!? I wasn't doing anything!" Ichigo snarled at that, his face crumpling as the inner war within him became more obvious. His reiatsu, which Rukia could feel as effortlessly as breathing, darkened, pulsing dangerously. He wasn't in control. Keigo continued to protest, not understanding the danger he was currently in. This wasn't his friend he was screaming at, this was a twisted creature that delighted in others' pain. "What's your problem, Ichigo!? You're being so fucking crazy! 'Stay away from her', what, are you in love with her or something!?" Growling in apparent outrage, the man that was her best friend combined with her greatest fear spat out a response, one that made all of her emotions reel.

"Fuck! Of course I'm not in love with her! Who could ever love a fucking retard like Rukia!" The words were out there, out in the open. All of their friends watched the scene in complete shock, confusion, and slight fear. Apparently Ichigo still had some control, his brown eyes shot to her as soon as the words had left his lips, widening in obvious surprise. It was all Rukia could do to bury her emotions deep within, staring back at him with a separation she hadn't looked at him with since they had first met. She wasn't sure if it was Ichigo or not who had said that, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let him or the thing that was trying to control him see how much it hurt her. Either way, it would make her far too vulnerable. And as the thing within her best friend gained strength, she had to be strong as well. She had to fight for him, even if he didn't love her. It doesn't matter, she told herself firmly, further suppressing her wrenching feelings.

Suddenly, his reiatsu gave a horrible sort of shiver, and darkened almost completely, making a chill run down her spine. "Ichigo's" grip on Keigo tightened, Rukia prepared herself to attack if the creature threatened the boy's life. All he did instead was whip Keigo to the side, his eyes locked on Rukia. Then that smile.

"You're…you're really not afraid of me?" His voice was his own this time, without the gravel of the mask. Her brows drew together as she considered her answer, knowing that this was important to him.

"It…sometimes it seems like it's not you behind there…And I know that times it hasn't been." She was referring to all the times before when he hadn't had control, before he had fought his inner Hollow with the Vizards. She hadn't seen him when he wasn't in control, but knew that there had been times. And it's easy to picture him not being there…That gold instead of his brown…it's discomforting. "But, I know it is. This might sound stupid, but, I can feel you there. So, no. I'm not afraid." His expression was unguarded for once, and everything, from this posture to face, spoke of his relief. "…Why do you ask?" She needed to know why this was so important to him. His Bankai Vizard form was one of immense power, he was respected by everyone for his power, even those of the highest rank in Soul Society. She thought he would be proud of it, but he didn't seem to be. Several moments passed before he answered, Rukia thought he had simply chosen not to answer at all.

"…A lot of people are scared of me like that."

Rukia remembered their discussion in Hueco Mundo months ago. Ichigo…He was so afraid of the Hollow, and of people fearing him…I can understand why. This wasn't the same form as he had been in when they were talking, there were no Shinigami robes and Hollow mask to make him seem…less Ichigo. Now, he looked exactly the same as ever. Even the eyes. The only difference was that disgusting smile, and the feel of him. But I was wrong. When he's like this…I'm afraid.

But it didn't matter. Her friend was in there, and she knew he wouldn't give up control by choice. He needed help. The Hollow chuckled, winking at her playfully.

"Hey there, Rukia-chan." She fought back the urge to cringe, despising the way her name sounded on his lips. Lips that were Ichigo's, and the voice that she normally liked speaking her name. She stared up at him, trying to figure out what to do. I'll let him make the first move…I don't want to attack in front of all these humans if it might not be necessary. "Ichigo" suddenly straightened, hand on hip. His eyes were unfocused, and his lip curled into a sneer. His eyes were back on her, she locked onto his gaze defiantly, but poised to attack. Abruptly, his reiatsu shifted again, the darkness draining away. Ichigo, himself again, fell forward onto his knees, grabbing at his head. He was shaking.

Relief flooded her senses, she was hardly able to keep herself from crying out just out of relief. Closing her eyes for a moment, she struggled to calm herself. Now that the fear and adrenaline were subsiding, her remaining emotions were a mess. Relief, hurt, fear for Ichigo, confusion… She inhaled deeply, then let out the breath slowly, hoping to regain her composure. The sudden appearance of the Hollow had scared her, especially for Ichigo. How could he lose control? What's going on…? Something was seriously wrong with him, which frightened her more than the Hollow alone ever could. Staring down at the concrete, she didn't notice Ichigo's pained expression as he looked down at her.

"…Kurosaki?" Ishida's voice sounded, with a nervous edge. Rukia glanced up now, Mizuiro, Tatsuki, and Chad were now at Keigo's side, who was rubbing at his head and staring fearfully at Ichigo. Ishida was standing, in a clearly defensive stance, clearly ready to grapple with the Shinigami substitute if he needed to. "Kurosaki, your reiatsu changed. …You lost control." Ishida said firmly. Ichigo ignored him, still staring down at Rukia with wide eyes. His mouth worked, but no words came out. "You're a danger here, Kurosaki." With that, Ishida strode forward and grabbed Ichigo's arm, pulling him towards the door that lead off the roof. "Kuchiki-san, I may need your help." Rukia slowly got to her feet, easily following the Quincy's command as she was still in a rather disturbed state. Ichigo didn't fight him, but stared over his shoulder at Rukia nearly the whole way down, eventually dropping his gaze. He's ashamed…Though part of her agreed that he should be, letting his control slip like that, a larger part empathized. With everything we've been through…how can I blame him? He has is so much harder than the rest of us, he can't ever just let go. He always has to be strong…. It's not fair.

They finally ended up in an empty classroom, though it wouldn't remain empty for long, as lunch would end very soon. Shoving Ichigo away from him, Ishida held up his Quincy Cross, almost threateningly.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Kurosaki! You could have let it kill one of us! Just because you're jealous! You moron!" Ichigo hunched over a desk, one hand in his hair.

"Shut the fuck up, Ishida! I know—I KNOW!" Whipping around, he took a few quick steps toward Rukia, his usually aloof eyes now pleading. Just meeting those eyes hurt her again, she still didn't know if he had meant what he said about no one loving her, or if it was the Hollow. Either way, it was too recent for her to simply push the words away and bury the pain that came with them, like she did with all of the other hurts that she had gained over the decades. Byakuya's coldness, her fallout with Renji, Kaien's death… Ichigo paused in his approach, his expression clouding and eyes going to the floor. "…Rukia…I…I'm sor—"

"Kuchiki-san!" He was cut off by Ishida's sudden shout. A Hell's Butterfly fluttered in through an open window, heading straight for them. Automatically, Rukia held out her hand, and the spirit insect landed on it lightly. The message passed through her, and then the butterfly was flying away, leaving her frozen to the spot. No…No—how—how could this happen!

"Kuchiki-san—!"

"Rukia, what is it!" She couldn't answer them.

"Nii-sama!"

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And so, the Hollow finally shows it's ugly white head, lol. Whadja think?? I'm a bit nervous about this chapter...

instant recap! Orihime goes to Soul Society with the others, she feels kind of nervous about the whole thing. Ichigo and Rukia go back to sit with their friends, and Keigo's over the top flirting gets him in trouble with a very pissed-off-Ichigo-turned Hollow. It was Ichigo's anger that helped the Hollow out, I figure the Hollow gets stronger and almost feeds on powerful negative emotions Ichigo is feelings. Like desperation, anger, jealousy, etc. Mostly because it makes him lose his focus, makes him vulnerable to an attack from the inside. So that's what happened here. The Hollow's the one that made Ichigo so outrageously angry, but Ichigo himself gave the Hollow the ability to do it. Ichigo gains control again, but it's too late in his eyes, Rukia and everybody else was made aware of hte Hollow's return in one of the worst possible ways. And the Hollow lets him know that he isn't gone for good. Meanwhile, Byakuya finally succumbs to the sickness. He is rushed to the 4th Squad clinic, where Orihime, Hitsugaya, Renji, Yoruichi, and Urahara are. Urahara gets her to heal the 6th Captain, and Yoruichi orders a Hells Butterfly to be sent out to Rukia. We also get the Ichigo-melt-down scene partly from Rukia's perspective. She doesn't think what Ichigo thinks she will, she wants to fight for him instead of running from him. still, though, she's disturbed and worried. He starts to apologize in any way he can when the Hells Butterfly shows up, alerting her to her brother's suffering.

Ok, that's all for now. Let me know what you think! MissCyraf