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This is dedicated to WatermelonPrincess for the dedication she made to me, so thank you so much.

The Bridge Of Silence

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+Sorrowful Apologies+

Today marked one of the most happiest days that Ichigo could had in so long, not only had he gotten married a couple of months ago to the best girl in the world, but he was now a father to a small boy. He stared at his son, he was asleep soundly on his mother's arms, it was obvious that the small baby was his. The patch of bright orange hair was visible enough, the ever present scowl he had gotten from him too--it was quite comical that his child was just like him.

Rukia looked tired, a delivery that lasted almost 14 hours never did well at all; mainly because she was extremely petite and a bit weak from the amounts of reiatsu the baby had taken away from her. Her violet eyes were gazing down at the baby in her arms, she could not help but smile at the fact that he was like his father, and she wouldn't change him for the world.

"He's a replica of you." Her voice was low.

"I still find it mind blowing, but it's a good feeling." He expressed, sitting besides her on the chair. Running a hand on his tiny head, feeling the soft baby skin that was warm under his touch--he was the new Kurosaki member. "What are we going to name him?"

The raven haired girl sighed, looking into his amber eyes and smiling still--the happy feeling was actually contagious--what would be a good name for him though? Surely, their child would become strong in the future due to his father, who was immensely strong and an honest man.

"Kazuki." He suddenly said, slowly taking him from her arms. Being a father had changed him, he no longer acted like a teen stuck in the angst stage in life at all, but that was also due to the fact that Kuchiki Rukia had invaded his life only a while back.

Rukia was amazing though, the only girl that could easily kick Ichigo into shape, picking him up from his miserable state of mind. He was grateful to have her in his life, she was like the ray of light upon his dark world, and now she would become part of his life forever. He couldn't still bring himself to actually say that she was his wife, so strange and new for him.

"I like that name, Ichigo." She smiled tiredly at him, her bright eyes shinning. "You'll be a good father to him."

"I will try my best to become stronger for him, to always protect the both of you." Ichigo smirked that 'special' smirk only reserved for her. He brought his left hand to grasp hers, the silver band shinning under the faint light of the room.

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Sunny, a sunny warm day awaited for the end of the trial regarding the punishment for Hinamori Momo and today was the sentencing day for her. From what Hitsugaya had heard, the punishment was to be made by the end of the day or before, depending on how Central 46 would agree upon. At the moment, he couldn't bring himself to waste time to think about such things seeing that he had a stack amount of paperwork, courtesy of Matsumoto's lack of work in the office for today.

An invisible tick mark appeared on his head, but the giggle from his son seemed to have stopped from the anger to rise completely. Tatsuya was playing with a set of paint brushes and some paper, a gift from his sensei, Ukitake-taichou, along with some candy.

"Burshes!" He smiled at him, there was a single tooth on his mouth at the moment. Obviously, babies seemed to mature fast in Soul Society.

"Its 'brushes', Tatsuya." The father stood up, walking over towards the baby and picking him up from the ground. "Say…brushes."

"Brushes." The baby repeated, putting one of his hands on his father's face. "Otousan…Kaasan…Ichi…Ka-chan…Ama-chan…Yu…Shuu…Ukita-san…"

Obviously, he was capable of naming almost all of the faces that the baby would see everyday, and it was good that he was perceptive. Hitsugaya bounced him on his knee after he took a seat, perhaps the paperwork could be dealt with some other time. Wait, had he become so relax now that he was a father? He bother not to think about it, mainly because he was now away from his desk.

"Hitsugaya-taichou, Hitsugaya-taichou…" There was a knock on his office door.

"Yes?" Who would be looking for him so early in the day.

Kurosaki Kazuki entered the room, it was rare for a shinigami in the academy to do work for them, but then again his father was a captain as well. There was a scroll on his hand, the signature of 13th division was very much visible.

"I ran into Ukitake-taichou, and he said to deliver it for him." The orange haired boy stumbled forward. "Tatsuya, its rare for you to be out in the morning. May I?" Usually, Kazuki wasn't the type to act so formal towards his uncle, but he was working so he needed to respect him.

"Mind if you take him out?" Hitsugaya asked, standing up as the boy carried his son.

"Nope, I'll bring him back in a while. I'll baby-sit since I have only service work to do." Kazuki asked, hopeful. His uncle nodded, dismissing him so he could read the message without interruptions. "Wonder what this is about?" He opened the scroll, and began to read it.

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"Choo…" Takehiko was biting his bear. Renji only smiled at his son, finding it hard to understand what was so great about biting the poor plush--would've been funny if it had been that lion plush, Kon.

"I don't understand what's the big deal about biting those things." The red headed male said it out loud, finding it impossible to actually get it.

"That's because they like it, idiot." Tatsuki replied, while standing besides the door of the 6th squad office. "And, because since babies here mature fast--perhaps in a few months he will start growing his teeth."

The red headed male finally understood, though he made a note to read chapter 8 on the book Parenting Tips that he had picked up a while back during a trip to the real world; although it was more of a joke from Ikkaku. So, even though he was an amateur father, if such possibility existed, none of it actually changed at all since his son was the best thing in the world.

Somehow, that alone was still so brand new along with the fact that he was a married man, but some of his closets friends were also married. There wasn't a proper root to finding the answer as to why parenting made one happy, since happiness had a different form to manifest itself amongst everyone, so it was hard to understand. Happiness was a suffocating feeling that he couldn't fully comprehend, to try to grasp its full intention in life at all, but Renji did not care so much about it.

Only the present seemed important, seeing the smile on his son's face and along with his wife's face too, even though she would find an excuse to kick his ass. There was no hope when it came to falling in love at all, so he wanted for things to remain the way they were.

"Oi, you're salivating there." Tatsuki slapped his face, trying to make him snap out of that.

"Thanks, but a slap wasn't necessary." Renji grumbled, rubbing his cheek. "I have our child here, so careful where you hit me with that man's hand."

Tatsuki narrowed her eyes at him, obviously when they would go to sleep he would pay for that. Except, she could not help but smile at the sight of father and son, it was still new for her to actually understand that she had married an amazing man, and now was a mother to a beautiful child. Takehiko was a big part of her world now, even after all of the things that had happen, none of them could bring sadness in her life.

Sometimes though, she would wonder as to why her former best friend had done something so horrid as that, nearly killing her comrades and friends because of selfish reasons. Selfishness was seriously a bad emotion to have, mainly because of what Inoue had done and had wanted to do.

"Renji." She said, after a brief silence had fallen in the room.

"Uh, what is it?" He asked, noticing that forlorn expression on her face. It was slightly rare to see her that way, usually she was thinking about who she was going to kick for the day.

"Tomorrow Inoue is going to be sent to Hell." There was a certain insecurity knowing that her former friend would be sent to a horrid place like that, but actions couldn't be changed. "Do you think that was a proper sentence?"

The red headed shinigami looked at her, worried that she might actually be having those same friendly feelings towards her former friend--except that it could be understandable. He, too had worried about such feelings when Rukia had been sentence to die--mostly because those types of punishments seemed far too harsh to actually give out, but there was nothing to be done.

Saving someone from such penance would be impossible, actions had their consequences and Inoue's actions had been a terrorizing thing. If she hadn't done something so rash like that, perhaps punishment could have come in a lesser price--it was too late to change the decision though.

"You know it as well as I do, her actions have consequences." He replied, looking at his son while still trying to understand it well. "Even if there was a chance to give her a lesser punishment, the sentence would still be as harsh as that--perhaps being sentenced to die or something worse."

"Oh. I see." She went silent suddenly, but why was she so worried? Threatening lives, wanting to destroy a small town, wanting to rule over Soul Society--those weren't the types of dreams that the old Inoue would have at all. "I guess…that it can't be helped. I trusted her, therefore my loathing towards her increased suddenly after I saw her that night. Those brown eyes no longer held sincerity to them, obliviousness or anything of the sort. In fact, they held malice and hate that made me want to slap her then."

"I guess it can't be helped then, but I believe that it is the lesser penance that she could get for committing such crimes." As much as he tried not to sound cold, Renji could not think of something better to say. "And, even an apology can't fix this seeing that a lot of people were affected by that. Even I can't feel sorry for my former friend, she committed a huge mistake--so only accepting the punishment could perhaps help."

Perhaps he was right, but Tatsuki could not help but think that all of it was still a mistake. Whatever fate was decided for her, there was no way of stopping it.

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Trying to find the most ridiculous foods in the entire Soul Society actually took time, at least for Ichigo it seemed that the world would end one day or something. Rukia had asked for things that weren't even sold in Japan, so going over to other countries was the only answer to solving that problem--another reason why he couldn't stand actually getting his wife pregnant. Though, the orange haired male did not regret it whatsoever, even if it meant travelling to France for their very famous dish; that thought sicken him at the moment.

"Are you alright, Kurosaki-taichou?" Hisagi asked, looking at the disgusted look upon the man's face.

"Not really, its nothing." He dismissed it, obviously talking about it would make him get sick to his stomach.

Why, why did pregnancy make a woman eat the most ghastly looking food that they could get their hands into. The thought of eating pickles with banana pudding really sounded disgusting, mixing miso soup with bananas…it was going beyond a nightmare.

"Ichigo, welcome home." Rukia smiled as he entered their house, removing his sword to put it aside.

"Welcome home, Otousan!" His children chorused inside the room, each holding their own bowl.

"What's for dinner?" He asked, taking his seat on the table. Though, it was a bad question from the start, as Rukia poured something on his bowl that smelled foul.

"I thought of having bean soup and wasabi, and ginger sauce." The petite shinigami smiled contently, happily--it was actually sickening to look at that happy smile.

For a second, Ichigo thought that it would be end of life for sure with food like that--so he carefully took a spoonful and attempted on putting it on his mouth. At least, Rukia managed to walk back onto the kitchen giving him a chance to drop the foul soup onto a plant nearby.

"Kaasan has been making awful food lately, Unohana-taichou had to check me." The orange haired boy expressed, giving his father a look.

"Hai, I sneak to Matsumoto-neesan's house just to eat before I get here." The orange haired girl expressed, taking a mouthful of her banana pudding. "I only eat the delicious treats Kaasan makes, but food--horrid."

Later at night, he sat on the bed thinking about a way of letting Rukia know that she needed to let the cooks take over the food--obviously he would have to go with the excuse of telling her that 'cooking is tiring, so you shouldn't restrain yourself too much', but that would probably go no where. After all, his wife was very stubborn and a strong believer on whatever she sat her mind into, and at the moment he wished she would just simply not do anything.

He saw the faint light coming from the large bathroom, Rukia stood on the door way on her sleeping robes and looking like she was slightly lost. Always, before going to bed, she had the notion of touching her stomach. The feeling of knowing that a life was taking place inside was still strange to think about, knowing that a life was going to come into this world just like she had as well. Somehow, the feeling was far too complex though, imagining herself being on her mother's belly seemed strange, but it was warming to the heart.

"I'm so tired." Rukia expressed once she laid in bed, pulling the covers up around her small body.

"You don't say, having my child inside there obviously causes that." Ichigo commented, putting away the book on his hands. "Actually, I've been thinking." His tone grabbed a rather sugar coated tone, which was rare for him to use unless he was in a serious situation.

"Oh, what about?" The petite shinigami was oblivious, somehow happiness wouldn't leave her at all for today.

The orange haired man tried hard to put it nicely, without making it sound prudish and stupid. "I think that you should stop cooking, it would make you more tired."

The raven haired shinigami thought about it for a second, surely working hard on getting paperwork made her tired, watching over shinigami students was also tiring--perhaps she did need a break from all of it because it wouldn't help the situation she was in at the moment.

"I should, we should go to Nii-sama's house to eat then." She smiled stupidly at him, while getting closer to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "I love you Ichigo."

Well that was easier said then done, so he smiled to himself and at the comment. "I love you too Rukia, now lets get some rest." He turned off the lamp and cuddled with his wife, but then he stopped. "Wait, we're going to our brother's house?"

Though, Rukia only mumbled back at him. Great, spending the entire dinner with the rock-like brother-in-law would be…fun. He could not help but think how his children will drive him crazy, well mainly due to how rudely they were and how they often broke something due to their dislike of nobility. And, they were Kurosaki's after all--so nothing to be done about that case at all.

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Yuzu stood in the cell in which Hinamori was being held at, most of her injuries had not fully healed due to the fact that her reiatsu was sealed. Hisagi stood besides her, his expression nonexistent due to the fact that bitter feelings were only hidden behind that expression. Neither of them could actually say anything, after all, there were still harsh feelings towards each other that couldn't easily be brushed off to the side.

"What do the two of you want?" Hinamori asked, glancing up at the couple standing there. "Coming here to feel sorry for me? I don't need your pity at all, don't you understand anything at all?"

"I wished I could understand, but there's no reasons that you can give us so that we are able to understand." Yuzu responded, tugging at the sleeve of her robes.

They stood there in silence, the prisoner thinking of a way to actually express the reasons why she had attacked them suddenly. Generally, could it be possibly to explain such thing in the beginning? Though, the first time she had seen her former friend's face had hurt--the pain from the battle wounds did no compare to the pain that came from seeing his angry face. Those stabbing words, pulling in and out of her, piercing her so deeply inside that it hurt so much.

Tears appeared on her brown eyes, why had that hidden pain surface so quickly in a matter of seconds like that? So many years had gone by, the many rejections and loathing from others sunk in suddenly--now she was seeing her own mistake.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Hinamori was now on her hands and knees, bowing to the point in which she didn't know where that pain would disappear to or what would happen to her. "I am truly sorry for hurting everyone, for raising my sword towards you and your sister, and to those who helped me in the past. Even though, an apology won't be any good at all--but my heart can not take it anymore."

Perhaps it was hard to forget, to completely erase all of the feelings and actions that had lead everyone to the situation they were in currently, but it wasn't easy to erase the pain at all.

The sentencing was given at exactly 2 in the afternoon, Hinamori's zanpaktou was to be destroyed and she was to spent her time roaming the streets of her old Rukongai home without anyone to help her at all. Banishment from Seireitei seemed far worse compare to being sent to Hell like Inoue Orihime had gotten.

Both, Hitsugaya and Karin stood there witnessing all of it take place inside of the meeting hall. Seeing Hinamori actually crying had not moved them, Hitsugaya knew that she had been at fault for doing such lowly act like that, so he decided to do nothing on her favour. Karin did not want to get involved in anything, helping her was out of the question as the wound was still fresh and unforgivable and it was most likely to stay that way for a very long time.

No one was fully well apprehensible with such sentencing, but no one was actually willing to stand up and fight for her rights at all.

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The night had fallen upon Soul Society, the bright blue moon shinning radiantly against the dark ocean that was the sky along with few bright stars. The cold had not left yet, small flurries fell from the few clouds that were hanging over the abyss--the wind was cold. Hitsugaya stared at the moon from his office, his cup of tea on his hands as it was already cold though--his thoughts were still relentless.

Paperwork stood neatly on the side of the woodened desk, none of them had been signed or checked over, an empty piece of paper laid there as well while the dried brush was on top of it. It was late already, yet he found it hard to actually leave the office when he couldn't stop about those silly thoughts at all--though he did not care at all about his former friend.

It would be nearly impossible to actually forgive her for wanting to kill his son, for fighting with his sister-in-law, and his wife. None of that could be forgotten no matter how much she would apologize about it, a difference could not be made at all.

"What's with the gloomy mood?" Karin stepped inside of his office, and interrupted him.

"No reason." He replied nonchalantly, getting away from the window sill. "Its nothing that you should be worried about, really."

The dark haired shinigami nodded, though he was being slightly dismissive about many things lately it was getting on her last nerves. Except, that in some weird and strange universe, she could understand his feelings in a slight way. She sighed, giving up on actually trying to get anything out of her husband when he wasn't being very cooperative at all.

"So, are you not going to leave? Tatsuya fell asleep waiting for you to come home." Karin tried another tactic.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have being sucked into my thoughts." He sounded so formal it made her angry, but why was he acting like that for?

"Hitsugaya, what's going on?" She was frustrated beyond reasoning, and she was sick of it. The mopping did not fit him at all, acting so--so strange like that.

The white haired shinigami sighed, looking at his wife and trying to forgot most of his thoughts with her presence there. Karin was there, that was rather obvious and stupid to realize seeing that he was married to her--a long life dream. Her lovely face held a frown, not a good sign at all--but he was happy knowing that she was there and that was it. No need to think more, no need to thoroughly question anything anymore, he needed her.

"I'm sorry, frustration was never a feeling I easily dealt with." He embraced her, feeling her warmth next to him to subdue everything around the two.

"You make worry me a lot, you'll end up killing me." She smiled, looking up at his bright eyes that were always enchanting. Why was it hard to believe that he had fallen for her?

Hitsugaya grabbed the back of her head and pulled her for a kiss, allowing those dead feelings to be awoken by Karin's electrifying touch and her sweet scent. Those butterflies awoken, fluttering while making him feel like a silly human boy knowing that the girl he was in love with be around him. The worries being pulled under the waves of happiness, the cloudy thoughts that rushed like tidal waves, and that fuzzy pulsating feeling in the heart.

Why had she become the sole reason of existence for? Karin moaned as he felt his scorching lips on her jaw line, Toushiro was always the one to drive her insane with how great he was at that. The soft caressing of his calloused hands on her face, his manly smell surrounding her in a cloud of a silly school girl crush--it was silly. Love, love--the former word that refuse to become part of the dictionary had gained its own definition on her world.

In the silence, enough feelings were exchanged between the two without having to display them in public like most people often did. Their relationship could be compare to that of Ichigo and Rukia, they didn't express their feelings in the open either and were often seeing arguing about trivial matters--but in reality there was so much love. Love existed in different shapes, everyone knew that, but why would everyone compare to a simple fantasy for.

Love between Renji and Tatsuki was express on verbal abuse, the usual screaming that they did or their fights while they trained together. Even though it was unusual, everyone was aware of how happy they actually were around each other, and more now that they had a child. While Yuzu and Hisagi, their love was kept behind closed doors unlike anyone else. They addressed each other properly, neither of them looking like they were in love in front of others, but behind closed doors it was something else.

That deep care that existed was pure, almost innocent for the former playboy of Soul Society, but it was a good change. For the Kurosaki princess, it was a behaviour that was accepted even though she oftentimes thought about wanting to jump on her fiancée and kiss him in front of everyone, but it was not proper for someone like her to act. The different forms that existed were strange, almost funny at some point though and rather intriguing as well.

Karin did not care, showing or not showing affection did not bother her since it was no one's business to interfere into her world at all. Opinions were not well taken by her, they were actually ignored or they were replied with abusive words or insults--actually no one dared to say anything in front of her face. And, it also went the same for Toushiro--his affection for his wife was kept in silence from everyone.

"I love you." He whispered in her ear, kissing her pulse that was rapid at the moment.

"I…love you too." She couldn't think, that electric current making all attempts of pulling away impossible.

He untied the sash on her waist, wanting to feel her warm skin underneath his hands to drive her insane as she often stated, the feeling so strong. She took his haori off, tossing it aside and untying his robes to run her hands over those muscles that hid underneath all of the clothing he wore everyday.

As he pulled down her robes, she felt the sudden rush of the cold sending chills down her back, and making her get closer to him. Toushiro smirked, running his hands on her shoulders and her back--making her shudder underneath his touch. So much tension grew between them all the time, their feelings scattering in a room like fireflies in the night.

"Toushiro…" Karin arched her back, allowing the feeling in her stomach to become tighter and tighter. Feeling him deep within her, letting him drive her to the edge of pleasure.

Lusting was never missing on their heated nights at all, it was like the very cliché type of thing. The room was dark now, only the moonlight creating the only light in the room turning everything almost silver, and shadows stand randomly against the background.

The white haired shinigami continued to thrust deeper, letting his previous thoughts to ebb away from his mind as he tried to focus on the pleasure. He kissed the girl underneath him, putting his hand on one of her breast and fondling with it causing her to moan against his lips. The dark haired girl met with the thrusts, it was wild unlike any other nights or their few escapades in the past. He winced as he felt her nails dig on his flesh, she was gripping so tightly against him.

"Karin." He grunted. Sweat was forming on his forehead and he kissed her again.

She screamed out on release while he simply grunted out her name, their bodies were sweaty and both were taking their time to allow their erratic breathing to calm back down. Toushiro dropped to Karin's side, pulling her with him and throwing the cover from the couch around them before the warmth would vanish.

"How in the hell are we going to explain this?" Karin asked after a few minutes, running her hand on his chest.

"That's something I rather not think about." Toushiro replied, tracing circles on her shoulder with his thumb. His eyes focused on the ceiling.

"I think this is the second time we've had sex in your office." She contemplated with a grin on her face, still remembering feeling her husband inside of her.

"It's the third time actually, if you actually think back on it." He corrected her, turning his gaze somewhere else. "Once on the table, the other in this couch, and now--on the floor. That's three in this office."

She chuckled softly, kissing his collarbone and putting her head on his chest. "I really don't care were it happens, well for the exception of a few places."

The white haired captain simply grunted in response, clearly the first time they had done it had been something he couldn't forget at all. Being prudish, naïve, and very innocent got in their way--but it was very respectful and sweet. Karin had been the one to start the whole thing, inviting him to her room and telling him about what love and such was about.

Though, treating her like an innocent fifteen year old girl back then had been a very bad thing because she was very mature, always was. Learning about what sex was, what the consequences of unprotected sex were, and such--something he could never forget. Then again, back then he would have never imagined that that same girl who had explained all of those things would've become his wife, and the mother of his child.

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A punishment is handed out for those who commit crimes, it is the ugly fate that is given to those who stray from the path of their lives and come close to the bad sides of the world. Everyone stood in the hill, the large gate to Hell stood open, it was a dark abyss that looked scary as one would stare at it, that darkness looked overwhelming and frightening to some degree.

As Yamamoto-soutaichou addressed the crowd, everyone's eyes were on Inoue Orihime. The once friend who had turned against them, was now being sentenced to be send to Hell for her crimes. Her health did not look so great, the loss of a son, the loss of friends and such had been too great. The pallid skin shined in the sun, the cold burning against her exposed face while the white robe only fluttered with the wind.

"Inoue Orihime, this is your sentence." The old shinigami stated, as the two special task force members pushed her inside the small red path that came out of the large gate.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, her tears rolling down her face. The dark hole sent chills down her spine as she was pushed farther, farther inside. "I'm sorry, Kurosaki Ichigo." The gate closed, disappearing in thin air.

Somehow, Ichigo felt strange knowing that Inoue would wonder aimlessly in hell, but those were the consequences that which she had taken upon due to her actions. He took Rukia's hand on his to let her warmth spread inside of him, to let him know that this is what his actions had lead him to without regrets.

"Are you going to be alright?" Rukia asked, her gaze lingering over his face. There was an emptiness growing there, and it was slightly painful to know that he suffered so much.

"I'll like to think I will be, but I'm not sure." His tone was morose, his eyes gazing at no particular object at all because he did not know what to think at all. "Somehow, she thought that an apology would easily make me forget the fact that I hated her for what she had done."

"I know that it won't be easy to deal with it, but you can overcome it." She smiled up to him, that smile filled with so much hope because she strongly believed in him. "You're plenty strong Ichigo, and if not I'll be there to kick your ass and fix you up."

The orange haired man smiled simply, knowing well that she was right about everything and there was no need to mope around like a child at all.

For Hinamori, no one went to see her off or anything at all--the destruction of her zanpaktou and banishment only stated what would happen to those who dared betray Soul Society. Hitsugaya did not want to show up at all, knowing well that he would probably do something ridiculous and his wife would beat him up for it. Feeling sorry was no longer a feeling he dared show towards his former childhood friend at all, and it would be considered pointless.

"Ne, Taichou, are you not going to go?" The strawberry blond woman asked, her blue eyes staring at him with curiosity.

"No, I've told you that. Now, get your paperwork done." He grumbled, continuing writing his reports and such. "There's no point on it, and it is not something I should do in the first place."

Matsumoto knew that perhaps deep down it had hurt him, the feeling of losing a friend was the same existing feeling she felt when her own childhood friend had betrayed everyone--but she couldn't bring herself to actually reflect back upon those feelings anymore at all. Even if Hinamori had been Hitsugaya-taichou's best friend, the fact that she was easily blinded by Aizen and was able to become selfish over the years made him realize who she really was.

"Taichou--why was the office a wreck this morning?" Curiosity sometimes needed to stay hidden.

The white haired captain felt his face heat up, a small pink tint coming to the surface as Matsumoto stared at him--perhaps he had a great night--but she dared not say anything out loud at all. From the looks of it, the relationship between her captain and his wife truly looked strong. She smiled at the flustered expression on his face, the denial becoming so evident on his face, but it was better to see him that way instead of looking very depressive.

"How should I know?" He finally managed an answer for her, trying to hide the fact that he had slept with Karin in this office last night. "Get back to work, or else I'll give you a full month of paperwork with no breaks."

"Aw, Taichou you're so mean." The busty shinigami could not help but give in, after all, spending many late nights doing paperwork was not something she would enjoy doing at all.

"Get to it, now!" The tick mark on his face was visible, making Matsumoto run out of the office and off to do her work before being made to stay all night completing paperwork. Perhaps being lazy was a very bad thing, but doing paperwork did not make-up for anything at all, so she saw no point to it at all.

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Gah, here's chapter 15. Took me a little while to come up with some good content seeing that there's so much that I wanted to write in one chapter, but that would be rather long. Sighs, okay I'll like to thank Tsukihime nee, happygirl24, and WatermelonPrincess for the wonderful reviews--thanks a lot you guys and its very appreciated as well and I'll like to give thanks to nejisakura for the favourite. Okay, so I manage to include the IchiRuki, RenTat, and YuzuHisagi moments like I wanted to--though not to the part where I actually liked them to be, but I put them there okay. I've been under some stress seeing that I surprisingly have yet one more week left off school--not so great at all, and there's the family rubbish I need to deal with as well. Sighs, well Orihime is in hell now--too bad, Makoto [the character that I had a hard time coming up with] is dead I presume seeing that I didn't want to write an scene over it, and Hinamori got banished--I don't know how in the hell I feel about that at all seeing that I hate writing about Inoue and Hinamori since they are the worst characters that I have encountered so far. Okay before I get ahead of myself let me do my shoutout part....

+Tsukihime nee- 'Its alright, I just appreciate it that you review my story so thank you so much. Hopefully you are able to get some rest soon.'

+happygirl24- 'I wanted to kill her actually, but then I didn't know how she should die seeing that I wanted for Toushiro to actually kill her--that sounded really cruel but I don't care XD. I'm horrible--okay anyways getting all weird here, but I thought banishment would be better for her along with the destruction of her zanpaktou. And, the idea of sending Orihime to Hell was from the first time I started reading Bleach--I thought that she deserved to be sent to Hell 'cos of how annoying and clingy she is! Ugh, okay hope that you enjoyed this chapter. And, thank you for the review as always.'

+WatermelonPrincess- 'I try to update as much as I can, seeing that its hard to come up with good material and I'm glad that I am able to provide quick updates. And, the idea came from a dream I had a long time ago actually--though not the exact same thing at all. I've always imagined that flowers shouldn't be thought of as pure or anything like that, so the idea of making them a deadly thing seeing that they can actually be very harmful to those who are highly allergic to them. And, so the idea of making her zanpaktou be deadly was like a fixation for me since I always read about her being weak--so that made me want to make her look deadly and harsh unlike her regular self at all. So, her zanpaktou is highly deadly since it can actually cause a large amount of internal damage and can lead to death, so yeah. Thank you for the review as well.'

Okay, now that I got that let me move on. The small slight smut part was horrid, I don't know how in the hell I managed to write something like that seeing that I actually have never written something like that at all--so my apologies for the scene that perhaps should be better, but I can't write a full out lemon at all. Sighs, I got sick so I don't know how in the hell that's going to make the next update possible!! Well, the ending is almost nearing 'cos I think I might end it at 20 chapters--so I'll have to move time fast to where we get to see much older Tatsuya and Takehiko 'cos I'll want to put their personalities there, I'll have to add more Kazuki and Amaya in there too and their new sibling--I can't say what the baby will be. Yuzu and Hisagi getting married--GAWD not another wedding--gosh! This is getting long, well you know what to do...Review!