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Dante walked through the Squad 11 barracks ignoring all of the officers asking about his mission. His thoughts were back in the world of the living. He honestly couldn't understand why he had healed her. He was a soul reaper, not a doctor. His job was to eliminate the Hollows and send souls to the soul society not make contact with a Human. Let alone say anything about what he was. He should have let her die and gave her a soul burial. He cringed as a pain shot through his heart at the thought of letting her die.
He sighed and ran a hand through his red hair. At any rate he still had a report to right and he was NOT going to put anything about Terra into it. Old man Dusty would just make him go back and erase her memory. It was very unlike him to be so adamant about her remembering him.
Several hours later he finished his report and left a note for his Lieutenant to send it on ahead when he arrived in the morning. The captain left his office and to his surprise it was quiet in the barracks. A quick glance at the clock told him that it was very late and that he should be getting to bed in case he got sent back to the world of the living. At that moment he was very glad that none of his subordinates were awake to see the grin that crossed his features.
Much to his surprise (and joy) he is informed the next day that he is being sent back to the world of the living to eliminate another strong hollow.
"Dante, You are the only one I can count on to kill these." Head Captain Dusty spoke in his scratchy voice. Despite his age he was still the strongest being in the soul society.
"I saw that last night. Although, it was easy for me, its reiatsu suggested that it was much too strong for my lieutenant even." Dante responded.
"Well the sooner you leave the sooner you can return to us. Now go." The command had been given and Dante bowed low to his superior and left the room en route to the gate to the world of the living.
Meanwhile back in the World of the living:
As Terra climbs the stairs to her apartment she digs through her pockets for her house keys. The door opens with a click and she tosses the keys atop the counter as she shuffles past. This night's events had exhausted her. Although being rescued by a handsome stranger made them a little better. Too bad she would probably never see him again.
Absentmindedly she began removing clothing, leaving a trail to the bathroom. Golden green eyes stare blankly ahead as she turns the water on. Her mind was on every angle of his face, the gleam in his eyes as he said goodbye. He mind continues to wander over the nights events, as if it were all a movie playing repeatedly in her mind, as she rinsed the blood from her hair and skin.
Once satisfied that she was clean and un bloodied, she stepped out of her shower, wrapping a towel around her torso to defend against the chill of the air conditioner. Taking another towel, she begins to tousle her long curly brown hair. She had a long day ahead of her, never mind the long night she already had. As she curled up beneath her covers, Terra was confident that she would sleep well.
Her alarm blares from the bedside table, snapping her back to reality and away from the dream she had been having. Realizing that the damn thing has been blaring for about twenty minutes she jumps up and throws herself together. She grabs the dry cleaning bag from her closet that contained everything she needed to transform herself from average everyday ordinary into maid of honor.
Terra rushes out the door, dialing her sister's number as she did. "I overslept. If I take a bus I'll never make it. Send a ride I'll meet whoever halfway."
"Gotcha."
The two hung up and Terra began her sprint toward the church.
The wedding was beautiful. Her sister stood next to her as bridesmaid to their mutual friend. Suddenly Terra felt as if the sky were barring down upon her. Terrified she glanced around the church. Everyone was acting as if nothing was wrong.
Deciding that it was just her imagination, she attempts to ignore the agonizing fear and urge to evacuate the church. Just as she was beginning to feel at ease again. The church roof collapsed and Terra could see a horrible masked creature towering over her friends.
The creature begins to reach it's hideous hand down toward her friend who amazingly enough survived the collapse of the church. Terra's instinctual reaction happened before she knew what she was doing. She dove into her friend shoving her to the side.
And here she was again. Suspended in mid air by a large hand.
When Dante finally catches up to the hollow, the first things he sees are a collapsed church and Terra in the hand of the creature. "Here we go again." He chuckles as he fires a kido blast at the beast before he rushes forward to catch his damsel.
Her golden brown hair is tied back with pink ribbons and she is adorned in a silvery pink strapless gown. "I thought I told you to stay out of trouble." He says into her ear as he sets her down away from the fight. Her cheeks turn pink as she looks into his eyes.
Before she can respond, however he turns back to the fight, drawing his sword he rushes at the hollow. The two exchange blows, but they are evenly matched. Terra knows that it's only a matter of time before someone's strength fails. Her only prayer that moment is that her hero lasts.
A howl brings her from her prayer in time to see Dante being thrown back. He collides with a pillar and Terra rushes toward him.
Blood is dripping from the side of his mouth as he speaks to her. "What I am about to do is going to get me in a lot of trouble one day." He smiles as her eyes widen in shock at the pain in her gut. The look of betrayal she gives him almost breaks his heart. Before she can say a thing he pours his energy into her and sees her clothes change to match his and her own sword resting waiting at her hip. "Go get him Substitute Soul Reaper." Her eyes narrow at him, silently scolding him for not warning her. Then she draws her sword.
A/N Sorry Sorry for the cliffhanger. I couldn't write anymore. But I hope this chapter was long enough.