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Chapter 35

Lover Boy Returns

The first thing she noticed was that her head was blissfully pain free today. The second thing, was the smell of flowers, like daisies. The third and final thing she noticed was that something seemed to be hovering over her and that was where the rather familiar scent was coming from.

'It smells like that shampoo Kisuke got me,' she thought as something tickled her nose.

Crinkling her nose and blinking her eyes open, it took a moment to process what she was seeing before screaming at the sight before her.

"I think she's awake, boss," Jinta said as he poked his head into the sitting area and looked over at Kisuke who was casually sipping his tea and reading a newspaper as if nothing had happened.

"It would seem so," he replied when he heard her running through the halls before slamming the sliding door wide open and stepping around Jinta.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Senna screeched. "Who the hell does that kind of thing? That's not even funny!"

"Morning, little sister," Kisuke greeted cheerily as he looked up at Senna's anger reddened face.

"Morning my ass, big brother," she spat. "Who thought that putting my gigai over me while I was sleeping would be funny? And then making it look like it was smiling at me?! It was downright creepy! Me, smile, what the hell!?"

She heard a few snickers from the other side of the door and turned slowly to see that Jinta was laughing behind his hand. When she turned to him, eyes narrowed and an evil smirk on her lips, he stopped and ran before she had a chance to kill him.

"You make a bad excuse for a brother, and apparently an even worse excuse as a father figure," Senna snapped before turning on her heel and stomping back to her room.

The door slammed shut and she could be heard muttering curses, loudly, as she stomped around her room.

"Jinta," Kisuke called.

"Yes, boss," the red head asked carefully as he popped into the room, a broom held behind his back.

Kisuke stared at him seriously for a moment before starting to chuckle quietly. "Good job."

"Hehe, thanks," he said, scratching the back of his head.

"Now let's hope she doesn't see what you put in her closet," Kisuke said.

"I didn't-"

"I'm going to kill that snot-nosed, pointy headed brat!" Senna yelled.

Jinta laughed nervously before turning and running again.

"Stupid kid, who the hell does he think he is?!" Senna mumbled to herself as she pulled the only two items in her closet out and glared at them, wishing they would catch fire. "At least there's no pink, he knew well enough to not go there."

There was a black skirt with white vines of flowers around the bottom that would probably fall just below her knees. There was a little bit of a white netting like fabric under it to give the skirt a little volume. With it was a white short sleeved shirt that buttoned up the front. Pinned to the shirt was a note.

'Sorry, laundry day.' It said in childish scrawl, there was an evil looking smiley face at the bottom.

Growling, Senna crumpled the note up and threw it behind her. Ranting under her breath, she grabbed her gigai and slipped in to it easily. If she hadn't been dressed in rather dirty jeans and a wrinkled blue sleeveless top, she would have just stayed in those clothes. Anything to not have to wear the skirt and shirt in her closet. Unfortunately though she didn't want to spend the day in dirty clothing, or in the form of a soul. The only reason she had slept as a soul was because she was too damned tired to care about what form she was in. She had been out running around town, she just wanted to feel the cool air against her face and not be in the same house as her brother for a little while. The man was insufferable. When she returned she was surprised by what she found at Kisuke's table.

Ichigo and the rest of his group had come back home and Senna had badgered them with questions, wanting to know every tiny detail of what had happened. It had been about a week now since she had freaked out and cried her eyes out before passing out in Hisagi's arms only to wind up fighting her brother when the Hollow in her decided it wanted to take her out for a test run.

Since then her headaches had been less painful and frequent. The hollow was still there, there was no doubt about that in her mind. It was just having a much more difficult time pushing its way to the surface since Senna had gotten pissed off and tossed her deep in the unstable recesses of her mind. She knew that she had to be careful, anytime she used any amount of her spirit pressure to do anything, she could feel the hollow taking a few steps out of the hole she was in. It was one of the reasons she had decided not to go back to Soul Society. Yet.

If anyone there found out what was going on with her, she wouldn't be questioned, she wouldn't be given a fair trail, she would be killed, without mercy. In the state she was in and not being able to fully utilize her own abilities she knew it was better to play it safe until she could find Shinji and make him help her.

Even then she knew going back to Soul Society would be difficult because she would be different. She wouldn't be just a Soul Reaper any longer. She would have gained the powers of the hollow in her. And as everyone knew, being different wasn't a good thing to the higher ups in Soul Society. It was her home though, and she was determined to at least try to carry on normally.

There was also Hisagi, she would never say it out loud if she could help it, but she didn't want to be somewhere he wasn't. She knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that if she couldn't go home, then they would never have a chance. He would stay in Soul Society, where he belonged as far as she was concerned. If that happened she knew that seeing him would be impossible since he would be risking his life to see her if she was only going to end up being consider a traitor, which was one of the things she was afraid of and it was a very real possibility, even if it was due to reasons beyond her control.

After showering and getting dressed, Senna made her way downstairs, grumbling the entire time and pulling uncomfortably at the skirt she wore. She was paying no attention to the spirit energies she felt, it was usual to see Renji or Ichigo or one of his friends somewhere around the shop so she didn't bother concentrating on anything familiar. So when she opened the door and ran right into Hisagi's black clad back, she was surprised, but more angry at the person who was blocking her way to the table and, more importantly, food.

"Who the hell stands right in front of the doorway?!" She snapped.

"Nice to see you're feeling better," Hisagi replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yeah, yeah. You're between me and food, think about this," she said.

Raising an eyebrow as if to challenge her, he noticed she was dressed rather nicely and in a skirt no less.

"Is that a skirt?" he asked in disbelief, still blocking her way to the food.

"No, nitwit, it's a freaking table cloth. Now move before I move you," she hissed.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you that violence doesn't solve everything?" Hisagi asked as he stepped out of the way and Senna walked forward, ready to plop herself down unceremoniously onto the brown cushion closest to her. She growled when the skirt threatened to fly up, and carefully sat down, folding her knees under herself.

"Violence, Hisagi, is an integral part of my everyday life. If you don't like it, then bug off," Senna said irritably as she helped herself to the rice and wide array of meat and vegetables on the small round table.

"Don't worry, Hisagi, she's a woman, they get like this every now and then," Renji said as he walked in, he was in a gigai and dressed in a pair of shaggy jeans and a white shirt with a pineapple on it and a red bandanna on his head. "Is that a skirt?" he asked in sheer disbelief when he noticed how she was sitting and her clothes.

"I wouldn't go there if I were you," Hisagi said conspiratorially as he leaned towards Renji.

"Yeah, Renji, don't go there or I could always tell Hisagi about the time you were in the bathroom-"

"I'll shut up!" He shouted before sitting down and occupying himself with eating.

"That's what I thought. I'm too lazy to kill you myself right now, but I'm sure Hisagi wouldn't have a problem doing it for me," Senna said.

"What did he do this time?" Hisagi asked as he sent a small glare at the red headed lieutenant who started choking on the food he was chewing.

"Oh, nothing," Senna replied as she smirked evilly at Renji.

"I won't ask then. I don't have much time, but I wanted to talk to you about going home," Hisagi said.

It was Senna's turn to start choking as she accidentally inhaled her rice. Renji arched a tattooed brow at her and Hisagi just leaned against the wall, waiting for her to breathe again.

"About that," she said after gulping down some water and dislodging the food that was stuck in her throat. "I've decided to stay here for awhile. I don't really trust Renji to kill all the Hollows on his own, he's too easily distracted by shiny things."

"I am not!"

"Well, by blue lacy things then," Senna said with a smile that made Renji gulp and go back to eating.

"Blue lacy things?" Hisagi questioned slowly while tilting his head and looking a bit lost, knowing he was missing something but not sure what.

"Yeah. Blue lacy things," she replied dismissively, waving her left hand around in the air to show just how disinterested she was.

"Right. Care to tell me the real reason?" Hisagi asked.

"I'd really rather not," Senna stated, quickly shoving more food into her mouth like Renji in an attempt to avoid further conversation.

"Why?"

"It's not important," she said through her mouthful of food.

"Then why are you avoiding my questions?"

"Renji saw me half naked because he wouldn't leave the bathroom when I wanted to shower," Senna blurted out suddenly, shoving her chopsticks in the stunned red head's direction.

Renji spit his tea all over the table before turning to look at her with wide eyes and then to Hisagi. "She walked in on me and then decided to get undressed!"

"He watched!" She retorted, shaking the chopsticks that were still in his face.

"I did not! I didn't see you take your clothes off, I just turned around and you were in your freaking underwear!" Renji shouted.

Hisagi looked from one to the other as they shouted at each other before sighing, Senna was avoiding his questions and trying to change the subject. Poorly. She definitely wasn't as good at this as her brother was.

"I don't really care," Hisagi finally said.

"Huh?" both Senna and Renji said as they turned their heads to look up at him.

"Knowing Senna she didn't care either and just wanted to scare the hell out of you by making you think I'd kill you. I wouldn't kill you," Hisagi said making Renji sigh in relief. "I would just kick your ass for a few hours," he continued, making Renji gulp. "However, she's only avoiding my questions and trying to change the subject so she won't have to answer them. It didn't work."

Senna crinkled her nose and huffed before pushing herself up from the table. "In that case I'll stop avoiding your questions... aaaannnnddd avoid you instead," she said with a grin as she tried to bolt from the room. She squeaked when she was caught before she could go far and almost fell on her face.

"You're not going anywhere until I get some answers. You made a promise remember?" Hisagi asked.

Senna looked at the hand wrapped around her arm, blinked at it and frowned. "Nope, don't remember. Can I go now?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"Still no."

"What if I tell you that I love you?"

"Nice to know, but you're still not going anywhere."

"Damn," she cursed.

"See you later, Renji. I'm going to go have a talk with my woman," Hisagi said with a half grin as he started pulling Senna from the room.

Renji snickered at the pissed off look that crossed Senna's face before she hit Hisagi on the back of the head.

"Ow! Jeez woman, it's no wonder you're in the Eleventh. I think you're more violent than Zaraki," Hisagi said as he rubbed at the back of his head. "Ow!" he cried again as she smacked him again.

"You want violence, I can show you violence, Shuhei Hisagi," Senna threatened as she tried to pull her arm from his grasp, but couldn't.

"There's a reason I'm a lieutenant, Senna Urahara, now stop struggling before you hurt yourself."

"Jerk," Senna grumbled, but she stopped struggling nonetheless. She would have used her kido to get him to release her and maybe make him fall on his face, but she didn't want to risk another a headache. Kido seemed more likely to trigger one than anything else.

"Who knew you could actually be submissive? It's kind of sexy," Hisagi said, hiding his smile as Senna glared at him.

"Do you have a death wish, lieutenant?"

"Not really. I do have a feeling that you're hiding something from me. I thought you agreed to not do that, and to trust me," Hisagi said bitterly as they stopped walking and he pulled her around so that she was facing him. They were in her room, standing in the center of it, staring at each other.

"I'm not hiding anything," Senna replied. "More like I'm keeping it locked up in the back of my mind," she added in a low mumble as she rubbed at the side of her neck and pretended to find the ceiling very interesting.

"What's going on with you? You try to kill me, you cry for the first time in fifty years, and you won't fight back. That's the biggest give away. You would usually have me on my ass by now for grabbing you, but instead you give up. That's not like you, even if you do love me, you wouldn't actually listen to me."

"You said it was sexy," she argued.

"You're trying to change the subject again."

"Trust me, you don't want to know what's going on," Senna insisted.

"Trust me, that was the deal. Tell me," he pressed.

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Because I at least want to try not to be executed any time soon."

"Executed?"

"Yep. Executed," Senna confirmed.

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything! Why does everyone always assume I did-"

"Senna," Hisagi interrupted.

"What?" she snapped.

"The point?"

"I didn't do anything," she grumbled.

"If you didn't do anything, then what happened?"

"Uh...A Hollow tried to eat me," she answered rather lamely.

"How would that lead to your execution?"

"It isn't dead."

"And?"

"It lives in my head," Senna said with a shrug. "What are you doing?" Senna questioned irritably, swatting his hand away from her forehead.

"Checking to see if you have a fever," Hisagi replied.

"Well I don't, now back off, lover boy," she ordered.

"Lover boy?"

"Yeah, well, that's a long story."

"I don't think I want to know. I do want to know what you're getting at though."

"Shuhei," she pleaded.

"You said you would trust me."

"It's not that simple."

"If you're involved I'm not surprised."

"Shut up," she retorted.

"Senna," he began as he stepped closer to her, their noses almost touching. "If you can't trust me then I don't want anything to do with you. I'm not going to waste my time with someone who can't trust me."

She flexed her hands at her sides and looked away from him as she ground her teeth together. "Have you ever noticed anything strange about Ichigo's reiatsu?"

"What does that-"

"Answer the question," she cut in seriously.

"When he was trying to rescue Rukia, on Sokyoku Hill. I remember that I felt Captain Kuchiki fighting with him, but near the end of the battle his reiatsu changed. It wasn't like that of a soul reaper's, it was more like..."

"A Hollow's," she finished for him when he trailed off.

"Yeah, like a Hollow's."

"Have you noticed anything in my reiatsu?"

"When you tried to kill me," he replied as he seemed to realize the similarities between her reiatsu and Ichigo's when they had both changed.

"What did you notice?" she asked.

"It was too thick. It was like it belonged to Hollow, but that's impossible."

Senna heaved a sigh and shook her head. "Actually, it isn't."

"So you're staying here to try and learn to control the...the..."

"The Hollow in my head? Yes," Senna finished for Hisagi.

"Can't you just kill it?"

"That would kill me, which you promised to do if I ever lost control, remember?"

"Yeah, but...How are you so calm about this?" He asked, he was pretty calm himself, like usual, but a part of him was still reeling from the information she had just given him. Aizen's experiments, Vizard, Hollowfication, Soul Reaperfication. It was a bit much to process at one time.

"I wasn't originally. I don't have much of a choice though. If I lose control, I could kill everyone and myself and never know I did it. Besides, it was worse knowing that something was wrong, but not knowing what. At least now I know what I'm up against. I'm not happy about it, but what good will moping or being angry do. I need to think rationally to avoid any sort of problems."

"Understandable."

"So, now that you know I'm some freak of nature and that I'm in the process of being eaten by a Hollow, your enemy, how do you feel about me?"

"The same. You're not getting out of this that easy."

"Oh damn," Senna sighed.

"What happens after?" Hisagi asked, reverting back to being serious once again.

"I have no idea. I want to go home, but I don't know if that will be a possibility. I'll be the enemy after all, even if I can control it."

"I need to be getting back, it's getting late," Hisagi said as he stood from her bed they had both sat on.

Senna stood up too and turned to face him. "Don't worry about me, worry about yourself and taking care of your squad. They need you," Senna said.

"You know it's still a little weird when you're nice," Hisagi said.

Senna chuckled light heartedly. "Me, nice? Never."

"More like rarely, and it's creepy. Makes me think you're up to something."

"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not."

"That's weird too," Hisagi mused.

"Oh shove it, now tell your woman you love her and get out."

"Demanding much?"

"Always," she replied with a smile as he leaned over to kiss her lightly on the lips.

"So you admit to being my woman?"

"If you're ok with being my man."

"I think that's a fair compromise."

"Then it's settled. I own you."

"Of course you do. I love you, Senna, now don't blow anything up while I'm gone," Hisagi said.

"Hmm, and it was so romantic until you said that." She teased.

"You don't know a thing about romance."

"And you do?"

"Yep," Hisagi answered with a proud smile. "I'll show you sometime."

"You wish," Senna snorted.

"No, I promise."

"I'll remember that," Senna replied lightly.

"Good," he said before turning to leave, a grinning Senna staring after him.

"You've got to freaking be kidding me!" Senna shouted at Kisuke the following morning.

The blond shopkeeper winced as he sipped at his tea, he was seated in the front of his shop as Jinta and Ururu swept and Tessai made breakfast.

"Part of the excuse that's allowing you to stay here is that you'll monitor Ichigo and his friends, and help with destroying any hollows that may show up. It's not that bad," Kisuke said.

"Not that bad?! You want me to go to school with a bunch of humans! In a skirt! A short one! How is that, 'not that bad?'"

"Do you have to yell?"

"Yes!"

Kisuke sighed. "Think of it this way, Ichigo is beginning to have problems controlling his own inner Hollow, meaning that it's only a matter of time before Shinji contacts him. If you're-"

"He hasn't come for me. What makes you think he'll come for Ichigo?" Senna asked, lowering her voice from a shout to an annoyed and bitter grunt.

"Ichigo's having a lot more trouble than you, that and you're still a Soul Reaper, a special one. If you disappear it will raise suspicion and it's highly likely that a search team would be sent to find you. He can't risk that, he's probably just waiting for the right time."

Senna growled in annoyance and folded her arms over her chest. "Fine."

Cursing loudly, Senna walked down the sidewalk with a red bag slung over her shoulder while she tugged at the short gray skirt she had to wear. Every person she walked by practically cowered in fear as she stalked towards the school.

"Would you chill out? You're scaring everybody," Ichigo said to her, he had been asked by Kisuke to walk with her to the school since she didn't know her way around the town.

"Shut up, Strawberry, or do you want to end up like my brother?" she snapped.

He stifled a laugh at the memory of Kisuke trying to take a picture of Senna as she prepared to leave the shop with him. Not only had she managed to break the camera with one hand, she had blown Kisuke's hat of his head with a blue ball of energy, his hair was still smoking when they left five minutes later and there was a small hole in the wall behind him.

Senna growled, but took in a deep breath and let it out in huff. "You know I'm not going to get any of this right?"

Ichigo shrugged. "Just act like you, it's not like it matters for you."

"True," she replied as she rubbed at her temples with her right hand. She could feel a headache coming on and she was a little worried, it was the first time in the week since she had fought her brother that she had had more than just a dull ache like a reminder of what was still there. Now it was more pronounced and she was tempted to go back home, but instead she blew it off and tried to ignore it.

After checking in at the office, Senna made her way to the second floor and into the classroom she had been told she would be placed in. Sliding open the door she stepped into the full, noisy room, the teacher wasn't there yet and the students mingled and talked before class began. Senna made her way to the group that was circled around a rather bored Ichigo.

"Hey," she said as she glanced around at the other students in the room.

She was then introduced to everyone in Ichigo's group of friends including a boy whose name she hadn't caught, she was too busy socking him in the face when he tried to hug her, no one thought this was weird which she thought odd, but didn't comment.

"Alright, you brats, in your seats," a woman yelled as the door clacked open.

Senna looked up to see a woman with dark hair and glasses walking in as the students scrambled to their seats and sat quietly. She just stayed where she was, she didn't have a seat and she had no idea how these things worked.

"You must be the new student, Senna Urahara, right?" the woman asked.

Senna grunted and turned her head away, she still hated the use of her last name, that was until Ichigo elbowed her in the side. She growled at him, but turned to the teacher. "That's me," she said as cheerily as she could manage.

She was then forced to stand in front of the room and introduce herself. It was a quick introduction to her relief and she was seated toward the back of the room behind Ichigo. When she sat down she smacked him upside the head. "For elbowing me."

He huffed angrily, but didn't respond when the teacher announced that there was another new student. She walked to the door and opened it, sticking her head into the hallway in search of the new student. It was the same instant that Ichigo nearly jumped out of his seat in fright when the substitute badge he had been given by Captain Ukitake started screaming at him. Senna was about to rise from her seat, but Ichigo was already up and out the door. She knew he could handle the Hollow on his own, it wasn't very strong. Orihime and Chad followed before she had the chance to tell them he would be fine alone. She rolled her eyes and winced at the sudden pain that lanced through the space behind her eyes. She shook her head and set her elbows on the desk and began to rub at her temples. The headache was getting worse and she was beginning to think that coming to school was a very bad idea.

By the time lunch was finished Senna was becoming tired and feverish and the ache in her head was worse now. To the point that her vision was going in and out of focus and she had to constantly shut her eyes in an attempt to regain her vision. Her whole body hurt and walking was becoming hard as her knees began to grow wobbly, she sat back down at her desk and put her head in her hands as she tried to take deep relaxing breaths.

Her head was down, her hair covering her face so that she couldn't see the new student that Ms. Ochi, the teacher, dragged in and introduced to the class. She didn't hear him speak or notice that he was staring intently at her as he walked to his seat that was beside hers.

He introduced himself to Ichigo seconds before the orange haired boy started as the badge at his side started blaring 'Hollow' at him again. He got up and ran out of the room, not even glancing at Senna who hadn't noticed any of this.

Senna's knuckles started turning white as she gripped her head tighter, her breathing quickened despite her best efforts to keep it steady, her body began to tremble and a quiet whimper escaped her lips. She barely registered the tap on her shoulder or the familiar voice that called out to the teacher that she looked ill and that he would take her to the nurse.

Someone helped her stand by grabbing her elbow and lifting her from her seat, she simply followed the person as they guided her out of the room, she didn't have the strength to question what was going on. She barely made it out the door before she collapsed, thin arms caught her and lifted her easily.

"You're alright, love," the familiar voice said reassuringly in her ear.

She groaned as she tried to focus her eyes on the person who was carrying her, all she could make out was blond hair and familiar gray brown eyes that were filled with worry.

"Sh-Shinji?" Senna asked shakily.

"Hey," the blond greeted cheerily. "You look like crap."

"Shut up," she grumbled before groaning when they walked out of the school building and into the bright sunlight. She shut her eyes and turned her head into Shinji's chest. "Where are we going?"

"Don't worry about it, just rest," he said as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

Shinji whistled as he walked through the warehouse district of Karakura town with Senna in his arms. He stepped up to a gap between two warehouses before looking around and walking a few steps forward, he disappeared from view and was now facing a large warehouse with a roll up door in the front.

He walked through the door, still whistling and walked through the warehouse. When he came upon a small room that served as a kitchen, living room, and who knows what else, seven people stopped what they were doing to look at the girl in his arms.

"What the hell's wrong with you, lover boy? That ain't the guy, it's a girl," a short blond with pig tails in a red sweat suit yelled.

"I know that," Shinji snapped back "I ain't an idiot, Hiyori."

"Hey, isn't that that Urahara chick you were in love with?" A man with silver hair asked from his spot at a small table where he had been cleaning a combat knife.

"Hey, it is, isn't it?" a small green haired girl chirped, skipping towards him.

"Well..." Shinji drawled.

"What the hell are you thinking bringing a Soul Reaper here, baldly?" the blond girl yelled.

"Shut up, Hiyori," Shinji complained, sticking his pinky in his ear. "You should know she isn't any ordinary Soul Reaper, you were her lieutenant after all."

"So she blew shit up all the time, so what?!" Hiyori snapped.

"She's like us," Shinji stated.

The room went completely quiet, this was all new to them. He had never mentioned that his former love had been anything but a normal Soul Reaper.

"Sort of," he mumbled under his breath.

"She wasn't there that night how is that possible?" A girl with dark braided hair and glasses in a blue and white school uniform asked.

"Lisa's right," a tall dark skinned man, with a pointy afro said. "She was in a coma, wasn't she?"

"Yes, Love, she was in a coma," Shinji confirmed.

"Then it's just not possible," a tall, thin man with wavy blond hair said.

Shinji sighed as he walked to the green couch Hiyori was sitting on, he looked at the girl expectantly when she didn't move. She grunted but stood and sat on the floor. Shinji set Senna down on the couch and stood back up to face the group of people waiting for an explanation.

"It is possible. She was one of us before we were," he said.

"What are you saying exactly?" The silvery haired man asked.

"Just what it sounds like I'm sayin', Kensei, she was a Vizard before we all went out to help you that night. She was the first, but she's not like us. She wasn't changed as a result of experimentation, the Hollow had always been there. It was dormant, sleeping in her soul as she got stronger, we started seeing the signs that somethin' was wrong about a year before we left. I'm sure you remember that Hiyori," Shinji asked, casting a quick look over to the blond girl.

"You said she damaged her mind, not that she had a Hollow in it," Hiyori countered sourly.

"It was a lie."

"Then how has she managed to control it all these years?" Lisa asked.

"Well, that's a long story. You see she had a small fight with it, and won. After that I sorta.."

"You erased her memories of it, didn't you, dumb ass?" Hiyori snorted.

"Hey, it worked! Until she tried to kill Aizen and herself, then everything she had built up to keep it locked up broke."

"I don't understand. You mean to tell me she's always had a Hollow in her soul, but she has never been aware of it?" Kensei asked.

"Pretty much," Shinji replied, scratching lazily at the back of his head. "Until now anyway. It wants out, and unlike our inner hollows that won't risk harming us because that would slow them down, hers doesn't care as long as she is in control, not Senna. It causes Senna physical pain in order to get her to lose focus and make it harder to fight back."

"So what are we supposed to do with her?" Hiyori asked.

"Help her."

"Why should we? She's a Soul Reaper," Hiyori snapped.

"She is, but she'll die without our help and who knows who she'll take with her," Shinji replied grimly as he looked around the room. "You may not like it, but we will help her. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find Ichigo and convince him to join us."

~A/N~

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