A/N: I mean, nothing bad could possibly come out of Yumichika and Isane being stuck together alone, right? Am I right? Actually, I have no clue myself so we'll just have to see where it goes from here. Also, as another update, idk if I should really say much about my personal life but... yeah, that whole partner thing... for some reason my partner decided it would be an awesome idea if he just dropped out. So, here I am with a three-member project that's now been cut down to two. Needless to say, I'm a little pissed and a little stressed out right now. My whole thing on that is just I was using free time to work on my stories but now it's going to have to be pushed towards the project instead; I'm hoping I don't let my anger out in the story and decide that it doesn't really need a happy ending after all. I'm just playing, I would never do that. Well, end off that rant.

There was a sheer rush of heat as she felt the portal close tightly behind them; her slender body just barely making it through the thin opening before it sealed itself after what sounded like a brief explosion on the other side. She could at least count on the soft underbrush to break her fall as she rolled her body across the empty ground; a brief pause gave her the chance to catch her breath and feel the rush of her injuries beginning to sneak up on her before panic pushed her back up onto her bleeding arms. "Is everyone okay?" Momo called.

"I'm in pain but it's all good." Sentaro answered as his hand pressed against the deeper gorge that tore through his stomach; massive spills of blood pushed through his fingers and trailed out to stain the grass beneath him. It kind of felt like he had been disemboweled but he was pretty sure his stomach wall was still intact- or at least he hoped it was. Maybe if he just didn't move, it wouldn't get worse. That worked, right?

"Same here." Kiyone nodded; pushing herself up just on her arms, which were the only things that could support her right now. She looked at the brief dangling form of her ankle; proving that it had completely detached internally as she thought so. The thought of reattaching it just sounded painful enough but… at least it wasn't completely gone, right? She reached over and rested a hand on the man lying next her, just lightly patting his shoulder. "At least we're conscious, right Sentaro?"

"Right we are."

Ikkaku coughed slightly as the rougher than expected collision against the ground left him partly breathless and an earlier stab through the back felt as though it might've nicked part of his lung. Not to mention that earlier toss to the pavement still had bruises covering most of his body. "I'll live hopefully." he replied as one hand moved to rub against his chest as though the motion would help to encourage his lungs to work faster. Ugh, where were they anyways? It looked like some kind of abandoned field… no wait, these were the fields that resided just behind the Second Division House… well shit, Captain Soifon was going to tear them a new one for being on her Division property.

"I've had better days." Cho remarked in a breathless manner as the excruciating pain of his chest felt like suffocation; it felt like someone or something was purposely pressing down against his heart and stilling it despite the best efforts to keep it going. It was a feeling he had been familiar with once before; a few close encounters had also startled the same impact for him. "I do believe I may pass out soon enough though."

"Oh Gods, oh shit, I forgot- we gotta get him to Division Four. Now." Ikkaku called out.

"I'll go get Captain Unohana!" Nanao spoke as she rushed to get to her feet, nearly making herself dizzy at the sudden action before she took off across the field. "See if Isane can't keep him stable just long enough for a team to get here."

"Isane-" Kiyone started as she turned to look for the woman, only to spot Matsumoto instead. She paused slightly before she lifted herself up a bit higher to try and find her. Panic seemed to set in as her sister was no where in sight, at her height… it would've been impossible to miss her. "Isane?"

"She couldn't just have disappeared." Ikkaku spoke as he tried to keep a watch on the First Lieutenant- at least attempting to keep him conscious, which wasn't easy. "Hey Yumichika, where'd your girlfriend go?" he was expecting a harsh yet humorous remark in response… only to have silence. "Yo, Ayasegawa, I was talking to you-" he glanced back expecting to see the man ready to break him a new face… but there was no one but the evening breeze. "… Where the fuck is he?"

"More importantly, where's Isane?" Kiyone replied.

"Oh Gods…" Matsumoto whispered as she slowly coaxed herself to her feet; eyes searching every visible part of the field only to have that unsettling feeling drop into her stomach. "I don't… I don't think they made it."

"Ha ha, Ukitake, calm yourself; you're going to trigger another attack if you keep overexerting yourself like this."

"This is the first time for weeks I've had the strength to get out of bed, you don't expect me to just sit around and enjoy my time like that do you?"

She chuckled once more and allowed for him to continue to lead her down the Fourth Division corridor; her arm linked tightly with his own. "Alright, fine, one more round but then I insist that you get some rest; you can't just jump back into the action after that last outbreak."

"Can we go for two-" he started; stopping as another figure came speeding around the corner- easily knocking over a gurney of supplies that had been set aside. He watched as the woman made an effort to straighten herself up and pushed up on her glasses as she continued towards them. "Lieutenant Nanao, this is an odd place to meet- is something wrong?"

"Weren't you out on the recall mission?" Unohana questioned.

"Please, I'll explain later, we need your assistance right now." Nanao started; trying to speak and catch her breath at the same time. "Lieutenant Chojiro's on the brink of a cardiac arrest, Isane was able to stabilize him for now but we don't have a lot of time to spare. Officer Sentaro is also suffering massive open wounds to his body and- there's really no time to explain this to you, we need an emergency team to be dispatched right away."

The Fourth Division Captain didn't so much as bat an eyelash at the words and merely nodded. "I'll send out Officer Hanataro's and Officer Yasochika's teams right now; where are the two located?"

"Just out in the fields behind Division Two's building."

"You best get to them before Captain Soifon does." Captain Ukitake remarked.

"I was thinking the same thing." Unohana nodded as she turned back down the corridor, only to see the dark-haired Captain they were speaking about just then. "Captain Soifon, I assume you'll be able to back up this story flawlessly."

"Go ask your working teams." the shorter woman replied; both of her hands latched onto her hips as she walked. "I found the lot of them just lying around on my Division property, at first I thought it was another one of those instances with the fucking, young couples around here… but upon further inspection, I noticed that that wasn't entirely the case. It appears as though there's more to it and I didn't need much of an explanation for it- although I will be demanding for one later on."

Unohana nodded once more before she turned to the Captain beside her. "Ukitake, if you will excuse me, it appears as though I have a minor crisis on my hands; Lieutenant Nanao, if you will follow Captain Soifon, I believe she'll take you to a Fourth Division member who can assist with any injuries you may have. Captain Soifon, if I might ask this favor of you."

The other woman gave a moment before she showed a following nod. "Alright fine, it's not like I had much going on today anyways."

"Thank you, Soifon, it looks like I have a lot of work to do then."

"Another thing, Captain Unohana, your Lieutenant wasn't out there with them."

It was a frantic rush back to the apartment once more in what might've seemed like a déjà vu moment; injuries were a bit harder to hide as they could only hope and pray that their Gigai's didn't give the bleeding away to those few people who were standing outside once the rain started to clear. She found it a bit harder to move, not like it had been with the spikes, but her breathing was greatly affected; still, she tried to keep in time with him and made the trip go by faster with a quicker pace.

Hands fumbled to get the apartment key ready as they pushed in through the lobby and tried to maintain a bit more of a… 'casual' style of movement; still keeping a slight run in their step as they hurried on past the clerk and into the nearest available elevator. It was a silent ride up to their floor and an even quieter walk down the winding corridor before she reached out when their door came up. It felt like the door couldn't unlock itself soon enough as she shoved it from its frame and slightly stumbled inside. One hand kept pressed against the hollowed out gorge just beneath her ribcage although it did little to cease the blood flow that pushed through her fingers.

He pressed the door back closed behind them and sealed it with the locks; taking a brief moment to catch his breath as he kept one hand against the open wound of his shoulder. It wasn't bad though, barely in and out but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt like a sonvabitch. Still, he wasn't the only one injured though as he turned his attention back to the ailing woman. "Here… let me have a look at it."

"It's not as bad as it probably looks, at least it didn't hit anything major." she winced as she peeled her hand away for a moment and looked at the massive spill of blood in her palm. "Oh jeez… okay so that 'not hitting anything major' part might be true but… the rest could probably be slightly altered."

He felt himself wince at the words before he carefully walked over to her; watching as she slowly lifted the former white material of her shirt to reveal the half-fist size impalement wound. The skin was ripped outward in serrated tears as fresh blood pumped its way outward and stained down her stomach; the torn muscle wall inside was pressed together as inflammation seemed to spread through the threads and tissue. There was already heavy bruising showing up around the wound, proving just how badly it had hit in that short amount of time. "Alright, jeez, we're just… we have to clean the wound out and get the bleeding to stop; I don't think you're in any condition to heal yourself."

"It's okay… I think it's just the shock of it really…" she tried to explain. "I just need to rest for a moment and recollect myself. I might've cracked my head open a bit so that might have something to do with it."

He nodded briefly before he moved to step around her. "Let me get a towel and we can keep pressure against it for the time being." she only seemed to nod back at him before he continued on to the bathroom; quickly grabbing one of the available towels that hung from the nearest rack. He started to leave but stopped when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror- Gods, he looked like shit; his features slightly hardened from the battle and… for his own personal worry for her. But he couldn't stay here, she still needed him.

The wound seemed to get worse every time she looked at it; she tried to convince herself that it was just her mind playing tricks on her, purposely making it worse with every glance. But she also tried to keep some kind of reasoning with it too… it was a through and through injury, placed just beneath her ribcage, there should've been a sense of severity to it. Plus the blood loss made it seem worse and brought a sense of light-headedness to her body. She probably should keep that in check. Hazel eyes looked up at his return and took the thin towel he offered her. "Thanks… if I can get the bleeding stabilized for awhile, then I can heal it."

"Whatever you need to do." he replied as he watched her press part of the towel against the front section of the wound; wincing as she had to force pressure against the still raw wound. "I… do you need any help?"

"No, well maybe…"