The leaves are starting to turn into crimson feathers, and like the incoming season the blacksmith is preparing for the cold winter. It's been nearly a week and a half since I fought the mage, lost my sanity and told Tomo the truth.
It feels like an eternity since then because Ichigo was beckoned to the mountain, back to Karakura Village and to the kingdom of witches for work.
When he told me of his travels I wanted to go with him—venture the world with the blacksmith as he gallops through the hills for business. But, we both knew (mostly me), that I couldn't step-foot out of Soul Society walls.
Knowing my father he's probably figured out that I'm residing in this kingdom, and if not, Aizen's most likely thinking of a way to over-power me when I do return. In all, if I leave I'm putting mine and the blacksmith's safety at risk.
Even if he doesn't have me venturing with him I'm still worried about the blacksmith—maybe this is why love is so dangerous and blinding. I'm constantly worrying for Ichigo's well-being even when I know he's more than capable of handling himself.
"Rukia-san," a sudden voice echoes once a hand touches my shoulder. I gasp as I look over to the individual only to see Orihime clad in a silk-hood.
"Orihime-san," I say in shock. "I have been quiet worried about you—"
"There is no need to be," she gently tells me and I tense for the glow on her cheeks from her pregnancy.
My eyes linger to the small bump under her pink gown while her hand rubs soft circles around the area—she looks utterly beautiful in her motherly glory: hair braided to the side, cheeks flushed with a kindle hue of red, eyes soft and warm, hands forever circling her unborn child.
Is this what it's like to be with child and in love with the man your heart desires?
Could I look like this one day? Would it be possible to be this mesmerizing?
"Pregnancy is becoming of you," I gently tell the maiden in a slight trance. "I am nearly envious."
She smile gently and looks over my features, "It is I who is envious of you," Orihime says with a guilty grin. "You are such a strong, beautiful and wise woman—one that I am grateful to know and have in this land. But, I worry about you sometimes, even when I am in the castle whilst my love is going through courtship with my grand-father," my eyes widen for the news.
"Your grand-father approved of the knight? That is absolutely amazing," I squeal and she nods happily.
"Thanks to you and your courageous words, he told me: he only wants me to be happy, and if Cifer makes me happy that is who I should wed," I felt my heart warm with joy for the news. I'm glad someone can be happy with their love—I'm overjoyed for Orihime.
"I am so happy for you," I smile before sighing over to the vendor selling wool. "I was here buying knitting equipment to make Miyako-san and Kaien some baby clothing."
She looks over the fabric with a gloomy eye, "You seem to be close with the Kurosaki family."
"Uh, I would not say that," I wave her words aside. "I just remember Kaien from when he worked in my kingdom as a knight, and Miyako—she was one of my father's archers, the best. I thought they were dead for the longest time, but it turns out they both decided to move to Soul Society to start a life without the Kuchiki name."
The maiden snickers to herself with a hand on a piece of wool. "I believe it was something other than that Rukia-san," she starts.
I raise a brow for her words and lock eyes with her grey-ones. "What do you mean?"
Orihime tilts her head while hold a serious gaze. "Since I am to wed a knight I have been going through many historical documents of this lands orders—my grand-father is quite the documenter."
"There's a document on Kuchiki kingdom," I simply say without hesitation—perhaps it's the look her inn eyes that's telling me about these historical decisions, but I knew the woman was trying to say something about my father's land. "What did those documents say about the kingdom?"
She looks over the market and ponders—probably thinking about whether it's a good place to tell me or not. Once she noticed that no one was paying mind to our converse she takes me by the hand and pulls me into the bush behind the vendor.
The leaves ruffle under our steps as she walk deeper into the woods and she stops suddenly. "The documents say that: my grand-father was the main beneficiary to a courtship of yours—one you were to forget—"
"The promise of Kuchiki and Shiba's star-crossed lovers," I interrupt with a slight spark in my eye.
"You know of it?" she leans forward.
I nod in response and sigh, "during my journey with Ichigo my memories began to come back. Once he got injured, I healed him with my royal-blood and recently his parents told me the truth about my connection to the blacksmith."
"I am glad you know of such a tale," she sighs in relief, "this shall make my task easier for me."
"Task?" I whisper.
The maiden bites her lip softly with her eyes casted to the side. "My grand-father was to benefit from your marriage to the Shiba prince. He lived many lives, one's where he has seen his family die of old-age and his loves vanish like dust. It is not because of our blood," she explains. "It's the crown of Soul Society."
"Beg your pardon?" I say in shock—a crown that inflicts such a thing?
"I know it seems completely insane," she chuckles before shaking her head in denial. "I thought it was a fable, but it explains a lot about this kingdom—like the reasoning to his image being the only image of the kings to rule this land."
I tense for the news—I can recall being dragged through the hallways of the castle to the main-throne room and there wasn't any images of other King's, only one of the current ruler. If the king were to never die, that only means: he is to rule forever.
I can't imagine such a fate.
"What was my marriage to Ichigo to do for him?" I question.
Orihime rocks slightly and hums softly. "Soul Society is literally the name of the mages who cursed my grand-father's crown. According to the books, he gave his soul to the lands spirits once he took the crown from the original lord of the land—the pervious king was a horrible man: killed citizens, burned houses and slept with maidens out of force. My grand-father turned against the king and killed him, instantly being crowned."
I've never heard of these times—it's not in the kingdoms books, which either meant: it was never written or it's too old to be remembered.
"Anyways, he turned against the king because he raped his wife—forcing her to bare a fruit which she did not wish to birth," Orihime cringes for the fact. "My grandfather did not hate the child or his love for the child, he loved the infant as his own—once the king fall and my grandfather took the crown, he named the main knighting division after that child—Kouko," I nod for the name.
It's the strongest of the divisions. Only the best of the knights where to train there, and it's to honor the name of the king and his lines—my lands books read the division as a loyal reminder of the kings bond to the land. I never understood what the name meant to the land. I thought it might've been a knight who was loyal to the king and died protecting him—not an unjustified child.
But when I think about it, it does make sense—to love a child who is not yours is a great strength. This child could have been the reason the current king stood up and killed the previous king—to make the land safe for his new-child.
"Anyways back then, kings were chosen by the spirits of the trees," her hands runs down one of the plants in their glory. "Trees live for many lives, and the king had to make a tie to the land to be crowned rightfully. So, my grandfather made a deal with the spirit—he offered him his soul to the spirit: to protect, rule the land with complete love and make it perspire. The spirit gave him the life of a tree."
"That would explain why your grand-father is a man of power and undefeated," I state.
A man of the tree's. Back in our land, there was a mage in the town who held the power of the land. He could use the trees like I can use my snowflakes to see others thoughts and see the future. He never wanted the throne because he didn't enjoy responsibility. I guess the Soul Society King is the same way.
"Indeed," Orihime smiles. "But, it's taken a toll on my grand-father's heart now. He does not get close to those in his family because he does not want to grieve any longer. Once the proposal of you and the Shiba princes potential arose throughout the kings, he nearly leapt at the chance."
It seems like a lot of the kings were overjoyed for the news of the main-kingdoms thoughts and hopes for my marriage to Ichigo.
"If you were to birth a child—one to rid of the different kings and make all the lands one—he would no longer be a king," I freeze for the news.
"The curse would be no longer exist," I shake slightly for my answer and look over the falling leaves.
My child would make the title: King vanish, and the Soul Society ruler would only be a branch to that child once he takes the crown—Yamato would no longer have a forever life-spanned—he'd be able to die of old age.
He probably wishes for such an end—one that he can return to his loved one's who passed… to his family from many years ago.
"Indeed," Orihime pouts. "My grand-father is training me and my love to be the next rulers of the land."
"Is that why he was so accepting of your child with the knight?"
"Most importantly: that is why he ordered you to live with the blacksmith," I tense for her words and lean against a tree.
"You are to live with the blacksmith," the kings order rings in my ears—I never thought about it, but at the time he knew Ichigo's engagement was to end. He knew that I couldn't resist my love for the blacksmith—the king was setting the train to the star-crossed lovers back on course.
"A few years back, he set Kaien to the Kuchiki kingdom in secret since he looks so much like the blacksmith. He wanted to see if you would react to his appearance and remember the Shiba prince, but while he was there, he fell in love with Miyako-sama and your father recalled the name: Shiba—instantly placing a death-sentence on the knights back," I flinch for her words.
Back then, my father would forbid me from seeing the knight's—I was only to be with my maids and cousins—at the time I thought it was because he thought I was coming to the age of bedding (which I was), but he actually wanted me to stay away from Kaien. He didn't want me to remember Ichigo and the past—he didn't want me to give his power away just yet.
That would explain why I fell the Shiba-knight so quickly—he looks exactly like Ichigo. My heart must have made the connection to the prince.
I remember the night my father told me that Kaien and Miyako were killed by stray villagers in the square—they must've returned to Soul Society, but Kaien brought his love with him.
With all the information and my worry for Ichigo in the back of my head a headache started to awaken. I hiss for the pain in my head and grasp my hair softly.
"O-Orihime, what was your task?" I manage to ask her.
The maiden nods as she rubs her belly. "My grand-father is well aware of your father and his ways if you were to become pregnant or married without consent, but he wishes to make a deal."
"A-A deal? What kind of wager could he wish to make—especially if my father found out, he would kill him and your family without thinking," I say in shock and the maiden nods in understanding.
"He is willing to allow you to live in this land with the blacksmith. He shall not tell your father your whereabouts, and let you live in peace—he will allow this if you wed the blacksmith and bear a child to this land—, "she tries.
"I-I cannot just abandon my kingdom and if I were to bear a child it would only bring a war to his kingdom," I stutter.
Orihime pouts sadly and drops to her knees in front of me, eyes clouded with tears. "Please Rukia-san, if you do not agree, he will not allow me to wed my love—I want my child to be raised by their father and not the blacksmith—Kurosaki-kun does not need such a burden from a woman he does not love."
"Think about it, Rukia" a voice whispers in my ear; I look forward once the sound of leaves rustling can be heard and the wind tousles my locks.
My violet eyes land on the figure standing next to a tree—long raven locks and grey eyes—my mother in a ghostly appearance. I could see through her but, I know it's still my mother. "Fulfill what I could not, my daughter," she whispers.
Her words make my heart throb—my mother did want me to marry Ichigo—even I want to wed the blacksmith, it's nearly a burning desire. "Mother would want me to marry for love, not to pass the crown on," I remember saying those words to my father the night of my engagement party—the night I felt the spark with the blacksmith—the night it all began for me.
"I have one request if I were to accept," I whisper to the woman and she perks with hope.
"Yes, yes! Anything!" she nearly shouts in excitement—she's probably extremely happy to know she can marry her love with this acceptance, but I haven't completely agreed. "Name your request and I shall make it happen."
I bit my lip softly—if I were to become a mother I would have a child that would be born to war, and if I were to be taken by force back to Kuchiki land my father would kill the child before it could yelp its first cry. It would kill me inside.
"When I wish to reclaim my land…" I trail—even with the thought of being a mother in the back of my head, I cannot give up on my kingdom. "…I wish for your grand-father to provide me with his army to help me fight my father, especially if my father storms into this kingdom and takes me by force. Please guarantee that. Also, the blacksmith shall be protected by this army if my father comes to retrieve me."
"You wish for your love to be completely safe in the end," she smiles.
"Not only that," I choke slightly on the thought of being dragged from the blacksmith's side. "If I were to bear a child before my father finds me. You, your love and the king along with Ichigo must raise it in secret—give them a happy life."
"Wouldn't your father kill you?" she squeaks in fear.
"No, he shall not," I say with determination. "I am the crown to Kuchiki kingdom—if I were to die, there would be no one to take the throne and the land would die."
"But… if you are married to the blacksmith—"
"My father would ignore the union and wed me to another man regardless."
Orihime looks at me with sad eyes. "Rukia-san, do you understand the request you are making?"
"Hai (yes)" I barely whisper. "I am requesting my family's safety in this land if I am to be taken by force."
The red-head bows her head and thinks about what to say—something, anything to change my mind about trying to regain my land, but there isn't anything that can change my thoughts upon it.
"Do you understand what you are requesting, Rukia…?" She trails.
My breath stutters as the pregnant-maiden looks at me with tearful eyes. "I may not know yours and the blacksmiths love, but, I have known Kurosaki-kun since I was a child…" her voice is weak as she says this. "…and he is not the kind of person to allow someone he loves go… so easily."
I bow my head—she's figured out my true request to keep Ichigo from coming after me.
"You know this," the maiden whispers in a sorrowful voice. "B-But… why? Why would you make such a request?"
"Because," I say sternly. "Once my father is told: I have been bedded, he will kill the blacksmith—in front of me without a care."
"He is that merciless?" she whispers in terror and disbelief.
"Indeed," I crock. "And I do not wish for my child to be an orphan—they deserve a parent… and I know Ichigo would—will do the best he can for his own."
Orihime is silent as she sits down on the autumn covered ground with her eyes wide as she realizes my intentions.
"I understand now," she tells me with her eye down to her stomach. "If your child cannot know you… at least let them know their father, so he can tell them all about you."
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~*~*Cherry Blossoms*~*~
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I look out to the sun-set as I lean over the flour dusted counter-top and sigh—"I really miss you, Ichigo…" I think to myself.
Closing my eyes I think about the night he proposed to me without a ring—he seemed so determined and serious, but now, I still don't know if he truly wishes to marry me at this moment. Even so, I could picture myself walking down the aisle to the blacksmith—it'd be a tiny wedding: his family and friends, some of the people I met in Karakura Village. We could easily get married in the mountain.
What would my enemies think about it, though?
Renji, Aizen and Momo—their plan to take the kingdom would be ruined since I would be handing the crown to Ichigo—he'd be the rightful king to Kuchiki land. It wouldn't even be Kuchiki land, with my last-name changed the land would be called: Kurosaki Kingdom, or would he go back to his original name Shiba?
Knock. Knock.
I turn towards the dining room area once I hear the knocking coming from the front-door—my heart beats heavily as anxiety comes to me, but I clean my hands on the apron and rush to the door.
"Kite! (Coming)," I call out as I enter the hallway.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"I said that I am coming! Hold your horses!" I shout before gripping the knob and opening the door to come face-to-face with Kurosaki family.
"Eh, you are Ichi-nii's mate," Karin smirks as she leans into my face. "You both have the same tolerance for knocking."
I look over to her suitor as he pulls his fiancée to his side, "Karin that is rude."
"Is that anyway to speak to your soon-to-be-wife?" Karin narrows her eyes and the prince looks away with embarrassment. "Shall I tell everyone how you proposed—"
"Do not make me act without boundaries!" Toshiro roars in a growl.
Karin purrs in delight before wrapping her arms around her suitor—I can see the lust in her eyes. "I love when you become…forceful" I blush for her whisper and turn away with a red-face.
"Karin!" Tomo sudden shouts. "Do not lewd Rukia's mind! That is for Ichigo to do!"
"Please, Tomo-nii, I think he has already done that," Karin chuckles as I bow my head in shame. "Is that right, Rukia-san?"
I tense for the question—the blacksmith has lewd my thoughts, but they don't need to know that… right? I mean, that's his family! I can't go around saying: 'Indeed, I have thoughts about doing fowl things to your eldest brother,' they'll think I'm such a whore.
I shake my head rapidly for my thoughts and stop suddenly—"We both know you want to mate just as badly with the blacksmith. They can smell you—you smell of lewd thoughts," the voice of the woman snickers in my head.
"I do not!" I growl back at her.
"Now, now, Karin and Tomo," Miyako sighs as she wobbles into the house. Her hands press against my shoulders and I look over to the pregnant woman as she gives me a kind smile. "Do not worry about them, Rukia-san," she tells me as her husband walks behind her. "They are just loud and unknowledgeable about being bedded."
"Huh?" I say with wide-eyes—I, too, do not know about being bedded. The most I've done is sleep in the same bed as Ichigo and that is all.
"Karin does not know that men in bed is nothing but an un-rightful trick to take your body and turn you into a walking hormonal bomb," Miyako grits her teeth—I can tell she isn't too happy with her husband.
Kaien chokes on her words and freezes in place.
"Is that so?" Karin hums as she looks over her lover—the prince raises a brow and smirks. "Do not make it seems like you are not on the same boat as my brother."
The prince backs away slightly with his hands risen, "I have not bedded you which means: I am not in the same hell as your brother," Toshiro coolly replies.
Yuzu squeals happily before leaping onto her twin. "Karin! You are waiting for your wedding night! Oh, how romantic and sweet~" the blonde sings.
I stand from the floor and looks over the family—Miyako is glaring at her husband—Toshiro and Karin both red in the face as Yuzu continues to blabber on about their plans—in the back is both: Isshin and Masaki who are attempting to ignore their children's antics about sex—then there's Tomo whose looking right at me.
It's certain: Tomo is still on a stand-off with my true identity.
Holding my breath I nods them inside and look over the bickering couples. "Welcome, how about I treat you to some pastries," I politely offer as they walk into the house.
"My lovely third daughter can bake?!" Isshin yells as he squeezes me tightly in his arms. "You shall be the wife my son does not deserve!"
Masaki chuckles for her husband's words and pats me on the back. "Isshin, you fool, our son is a well-mannered cook," she reassures the bearded father. "I am sure there are times Ichigo treats Rukia to a home-cooked meal."
Quickly I wiggle out of Isshin's grasp and compose myself. "Of course, Ichigo has his moments of being a cook once in a while."
"Kaien barely cooks!" Miyako shouts as she slaps the back of her husband's head. "Maybe I should have married Ichigo! He can at least cook a meal!"
"Kaien, what the hell did you do?" Karin narrows an eye at her brother.
"Better question!" Miyako looks right at me with her eyes gentle. "What else does Ichigo do that Kaien seems to be useless at?"
I step back with my hands presses against the wall as she narrows in on my form. "W-Well…" I squeak.
"Does Ichigo clean?" she starts.
"Hai (Yes)" I nervously answer.
"Does he help you cook?"
"W-Well, he taught me to make simple dishes like Nikuman—"
"Laundry?"
"He can do that too."
"Spontaneous romantic moments!"
"E to… (Um)" I blush as I look down at the floor—does his occasional moments of kissing me, cuddling and coming into my room at night count?
"Yes, yes that does count," the voice snickers in my ear.
"Uh, yes, yes he does that sometimes—, "I stop as I recall how often those moments happen, "I mean, he does that a lot."
I feel my heart squeeze as she asks me the questions and all the moments I spent with the blacksmith come to mind—the first time we went to the market together, when he taught me to cook, back in the forest when we first kissed or when I tried to run away in Karakura village.
Ichigo's always made me feel happy, he's showed me a new world, taught me to love and live—showed me a complete life of happiness.
"Can you really leave that all behind one day?" the voice of Orihime whispers in my ear.
I never answered her, but if I did, I must answer: no. But if we were to accept the offer from the King there will be a child—one that would have a little part of me and Ichigo mixed together—our love-child. As a woman who had a childhood with some good-memories of my parents (before mother's death), I would want my own to know that as well. I certain that without me… Ichigo can still do that.
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The family is silent as they look at the raven-haired woman—all eyes stare at the wall her body is pressed against, and the ice covering the standing wood.
Masaki looks over to her husband—they both look over to Miyako as she clings to her husband's arm.
"You triggered something," Masaki says as the air grows thick.
"How do you reverse something like this?" Tomo whispers to his mother as the floor becomes white. "At any rate she will freeze the entire house and kingdom."
Isshin tightens his jaw and looks over to his daughters—he didn't want to think that this was the moment he would have to rely on his own children for help, but sometimes a man hast to swallow his pride. "Yuzu" he says. "You need to get inside her head."
The blonde snaps her eyes off of the freezing wall and looks at her father for the request. "Dad, if I do that—"
"I do not have time for excuses, "he roars in a demand—Yuzu flinches for the firm side of her father; she's never seen this side of him before. "I know you can use your ability just as well as your brothers."
Karin looks over to her sister and places a hand on her shoulder, "don't worry Yu, I am here if you need to be pulled out of it."
Yuzu looks over to her sister and nods, "Okay."
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(Vision/dream)
Rukia's mind blanks with the thought of leaving her love and being dragged off by her father.
She could see the carriage arriving—pure panic as she looks from the window to her children, both trembling in fear as their mother shoves them into the cellar for protection.
"Stay down there until Papa comes and finds you, okay?" she whispers to them both.
"What about you Mama?" one whispers.
She holds her breath as her eyes look over the two children. "Mama must go now—to keep you both safe."
As tears sting her eyes she closes the cellar and locks the doors with a chains.
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Yuzu purses her lips and clasps hands together, creating a bright but dull yellow fog from her finger-tips.
Karin looks over her sister as bright white butterflies circle around her, a warm kiss of horizon air covers the house as she mutters a chant.
Slowly the butterflies chirp in a playful glee and dash towards the freezing woman as her breaths heavily from the ice.
One touches her cheek, another her head and nose.
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(Dream/vision)
As knights enter the house the raven-mother looks down to the ring on her finger as it glows. "Teach them to be just like you, okay?" she whispers to the metal—a distinctive image of her husband flashes a smile towards her clouded eyes.
Suddenly a swirl of light flies through the mayhem in the street as her father storms out of his carriage.
Her eyes land on the swirling butterflies as an image comes into view—Yuzu appears before her eyes.
The blonde looks over the dream, noticing all the commotion and hears the butterflies telling her the dream the woman is having. "Rukia-san, listen to me—"
"You need to leave Yuzu! My father is merciless… he will kill you!" the raven woman shouts.
The Kurosaki woman holds her breath once the sound of the front-door opening is heard, when she looks over it's a large man with raven-locks turning grey, cold eyes and pale flesh—he seems furious.
"Father…" Rukia whispers through her tears.
"Now!" Yuzu nods to the high-pitched voice and waves her arm towards the man.
"Raito! (Light)" the blonde shouts and instantly the house is covered in several bright butterflies as they eat away the darkness.
Rukia's eyes widen as her father slowly turns into a familiar form—Ichigo.
The entire house vanishes and turn into a brightly lit field covered in white-Cosmo flowers.
In the distance Yuzu watches as Rukia holds Ichigo tightly with her head resting on his chest—her stomach is round as the breeze causes the fabric to cling to her form. The couple laughs happily.
A smile comes to Yuzu but slowly it fades as she her catch a glimpse of a dark figure in the distance—they lock eyes.
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Yuzu's eyes snap out just as the dream ends—her breath stuttered as she looks over the room.
"Yu! Yu! What is wrong?!" Karin yells as her sister pants heavily as tears lap down her face. "Did something happen! Yu, talk to me!"
"Someone else was there!"—the family tenses for the news. "Someone was there, Kar," she clenches onto her twins arm in panic. "They wanted something… dark," the blonde sobs.
"D-Dark?" Karin stutters fearfully. "Tell me what happened—"
"Eyes! Eyes of pure-red… like blood, Kar! The magic was so dark and cold!" Yuzu cries.
"What did they want, Yu?" Karin presses—the blonde shakes her head as she looks at the fallen maiden on the floor. "Dammit Yuzu! Tell me or I will force you to show me!"
"They want R-Rukia to suffer," Yuzu cries shakily.
"How?" Masaki chirps.
"… By killing everyone she loves…" Yuzu squeaks; her hands cover her mouth as she thought about the figures plans. "…In front of her."
A roaring sob bursts from Yuzu's lips as she clings to her sister's chest—Karin looks over to Toshiro as he stares at the limp body of Rukia as the butterflies cover her form.
Miyako tightens her grip on Kaien—Masaki looks at Isshin while he looks down at the woman.
The room is thick with worry and wonder as they look at the fallen princess. No one noticed the woman standing at in the door-way along with the carriage behind her.
"Spiritual magic," a new voice grins—the family looks over to the new-comer: the royal rob and long-braid make both Masaki and Isshin's eyes widen. "I never expected an off-spring so promising for my kingdom, especially from you two: Isshin and Masaki."
"Unohana," Masaki gasps; the king of witches nods with a kind smile.
"Long time no see," the braided woman bows before walking over to Rukia.
"How did you get here?" Isshin questions the mage.
Unohana brushes a strain of hair from the Kuchiki's face. "Ichigo, I need your help," the king calls out to the blacksmith.
All eyes land on the door-frame as the amber-eyed blacksmith appears, quickly his vision turns from his family to his mate on the floor. "Rukia," he panics and goes to the maiden's side.
"Someone is connecting through her," Unohana tells Isshin. "I know who as well."
Isshin narrows his eyes for the news, "you do not mean—"
"Yes, Isshin, it is the maid from the past," the king solemnly answers.
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オファーと闇 means: Offers and Dark touch.
Heyo! Well, boom, a little bit of history about Soul Society—Yuzu's abilities, well part of it, and a little thickening to the future of our main-couple!
I know the last little bit is somewhat confusing, but I'll explain it briefly—so, after Miyako was question Rukia about all those things that Ichigo does, it brought her into a darken state. I will be explaining the rest in the next chapter—hopefully that doesn't take too long for me to put together.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Tell if you did in the reviews, I love the feed-back!
Until next time, BleachLover2346~