"Miyoko Yuri, huh?"
"That's right, and you're Hitsugaya Toshiro, captain of the 10th squad," Miyoko stated matter of factly.
"How did-"Hitsugaya began.
"It doesn't matter. But what does matter is the fact that you have yet to realize how grave the situation is. You have no idea what's going on right now, do you?" she asked him, rolling her sharp blue eyes. A slight breeze made her braids flutter.
"My situation? You mean the way everyone is gone?"
"Of course, well, that's part of it. But there's much more to that story than it appears. It's my job to get you to understand the rest. I don't know why though, cause Hedeki was the one who actually wanted to go. It's so stupid that Yamato chose me instead," she complained, lost in thought.
Who was she talking about? Those names were unfamiliar to Hitsugaya; not from any squad here in Seireitei. Besides, how did she know all about this?
"So why exactly are you here then? If you have something to do, let's go do it. I'm tired of just standing here, listening to you ramble," he announced, moving from his more relaxed pose to a fighting one.
"Calmente, Toshiro. We have all the time in the world. I'm here to help ya know."
"It's Captain Hitsugaya to you," he muttered, glaring at the ceiling.
"Yeah, sure, but anyway, is there any food in this pigsty. I'm just about dyin' here," she replied as her stomach growled.
"Food?" Hitsugaya asked, surprised. Here she was, an intruder in Soul Society, and now she was looking for food?
"Yeah, you know the stuff you eat to get energy from. Or do people from this time not eat? Wow, that must be weird…" she trailed off, a quirky smile appearing on her face.
He scowled, "Of course we have food. But I don't think a person in your position should be asking for such a thi- Wha! Nani?!" Miyoko was suddenly standing behind him, her vine wrapped tightly around his zanpakuto which lay in her hands. "How…" he stuttered.
Miyoko chuckled, "Like I said, I'm here to help, so don't go getting all pushy on me now." She let him go, directing her vine to give him back his sword. He snatched it and sheathed it, mumbling philippics under his breath. "So, where's the food?"