Author's Note: This is the last chapter until we officially reach 50~ And I wanna celebrate the 50th one! I'll take any ideas, I just want the viewers (that's you!) to tell me what you want to see - let it be a lemon, death, or even a happy ending (not of the entire story xD). I just want to write about what you all want. If I get less than five ideas, I will be PMing a few lucky people from those who have fav'ed or followed this fic. :3


Still grumpy from my yelling at the Head Captain and Central 46 through him, I allowed Kisuke to hold my hand while he pulled me through Squad 12's barracks. "It's really changed!" He exclaimed happily, making me remember that he had been the one to start all of this. A few of the older Soul Reapers that had been here when he first became Captain stopped and stared - it was a blast from the past for them.

Seeing Akon stop and stare at us, I offered him a polite nod as my grip on Kisuke's hand tightened miniscuely and unconsciously. "It's just so amazing!" He openly exclaimed as he easily strode in Mayuri's personal chambers - I was shocked at their size, and the large organ-like computer that said person was typing away on. Nemu stood by her Captain's side, looking at the screen before turning to us.

"Kisuke Urahara." Mayuri greeted, spinning towards us in his chair casually. His eyes raked over Kisuke, cold and calculating before they turned to me. They softened somewhat, and my own eyes narrowed curiously. What's going on here? I wondered as they suddenly turned cold again. "What brings two criminals to my personal chambers?" He questioned.

"News must spread fast here." I commented wryly - it hadn't even been 15 minutes since I gave up my Combat Pass.

"All of the Captains were alerted immediately to not only your actions, but your friends as well when they heard about it." He informed me as I looked at him questioningly. What did my friends do when they heard about it? "They've disappeared, if you're wondering." He told me and I nodded. That's good - they still have some common sense left. "But why're you here?" He asked Kisuke sharply, and I looked up at my boyfriend curiously. Why is his tone so soft on me and so harsh on Kisuke...?

"I've come to aid Soul Society in it's time of need - is that so wrong?" Kisuke questioned, and my gaze went back to Mayuri. "Even though they've turned me away before," I don't recall there being anything said about a 'before'... What's he talking about? "I intend to help them this time." He told his replacements narrowed eyes.

"What business have you to help up?" Mayuri growled, surprising me. Suddenly self-conscious and realizing I was in a fifteen year old body - no, sixteen now - I grew quiet and watchful. I had no business in their quarrels - and even if I wanted to join in, I would sound like a child. Being older than this body certainly has its benifits, but I've also being held back by the brain development that's still happening inside of me.

"Soul Society is very important to Sydney." Kisuke's reason not only suprised me, but made me look up at him in wonder. The man didn't even glance at me - once again, I was reminded of his past self. "And that is the only reason I need." He told Mayuri honestly as everyone in the room stared at him. At how open and devoted in his love he is. I swallowed, suddenly being struck with such a throb of the heart that my eyes glittered.

The room fell silent as I stared at Kisuke and he stared at Mayuri. Eventually, Mayuri turned around in his chair and started to type away on his keys once again. "These are the possible locations of Muramasa and the Sword Fiends." He told us, pulling up a new screen. My eyes raked over it, the emotion in the moment making its memory even more crisp.

"Thank you, Mayuri." Kisuke said honestly while I kept quiet - this was a moment between them.

"Don't thank me. You hacked into my system after all." Mayuri informed us, and I cracked a smirk. Eyeing him thankfully, I looked up at Kisuke happily.

"Thank you." He quietly told Mayuri once more before turning away. I happily followed Kisuke out, intent on going to find the Zanpakuto that had caused us all so much chaos.

Later, in the forest beyond Rukongai...

"So you didn't bring your Zanpakuto." I stated, starting a conversation as Kisuke and I casually walked through the forest side-by-side. He looked at me curiously before his eyes returned to the almost non-existent trail we were following. "But does that mean that Benihime's really safe?" I questioned.

"She will be, unless the enemy appears in the World of the Living." He reassured me, and I nodded. Yawning as I ducked under a fallen tree that had colided with one that was still standing, I rubbed my eyes. "You're tired?" He questioned.

"Yeah... I've slept so much, too. Maybe I've just slept so much I'm tired?" I asked him, and he chuckled. "That somehow reminds me - my Zanpakuto itself, as in the sword part, disappeared. It wasn't there when I first woke up in Squad Four's medic bay, or when I..." Trailing off, I swallowed and averted my gaze.

"Muramasa probably took it, or your Zanpakuto did." Kisuke explained to me, not missing a beat. He knows what I did. I thought once more, feeling bile rise inside of me. Pushing it down, I frowned. But how...? Shaking off the thought in favor of thinking about what I remembered from my hand-to-hand combat training, I repeatedly made fists by my side.

"I'm worried." I stated, noticing Kisuke's curious stare. He remained silent, and I knew that he felt the same - we were walking into the lion's den.

"Worried?" A voice suddenly said behind us, making us both whip around with wide eyes. My eyes widened further, recognizing the large fan and the face of my Zanpakuto. She continued to fan herself, looking at me with particular distaste. "I would be a little more than worried, if I was in your position." She told me, and my eyes narrowed.

"Oh?" I asked when I noticed that in one of her hands she had a scythe - my scythe. "It seems you have something that doesn't belong to you." My voice dripped with venom, but what startled Kisuke was my choice of words.

"Belongs to you?" She mocked me, laughing at me before snapping her fan closed. "This is my weapon - it will never belong to you." She sneered, and I only laughed at her.

She stared at me, waiting for her previous master to speak. "I wouldn't be so sure about that, darling." I told her "Because once I defeat you, it'll be mine again." I informed her and she growled under her breath.

"You think you can defeat me?" She hissed. "We'll have to put that to the test, won't we?" She asked me venomously, putting her fan inside her clothes before taking a step back. Taking a step back, she raised the blade over her head.

I mirrored her posture, my hands at the ready to start recalling the motions Kisuke himself had taught me. Looking over at said person, I hissed at him. "Run. Don't look back. It's up to you now, Kisuke." I told the surprised man. His eyes flicked to my Zanpakuto before he disappeared - his Shunpo was so fast I was unable to follow it.

She laughed at me. "You think you can save him by telling him to run?!" She yelled, charging. I ran towards her as well, my eyes watching her every move. "After I defeat you... I'll slit his throat!" She laughed maniaclly as she brought her scythe around her side, intent on slicing off my head.


Author's Note: Intense ending, huh? I hope you liked it. :3 I actually typed this today - for the last few days I've been updating with chapters I wrote all in the same day. :)

So, a question or two for my readers: Do you like the intense ness? What do you feel about Kisuke x Sydney(Oc)? Also, what do you think is up with Mayuri? Also, what do you want me to write about in the 50th chapter? Remember, I'll be PMing a few lucky people if I get less than five things in the reviews to write about. ;)

Thanks for reading!