"So you're saying that you're from future?"
"That's right. You believe me?" Miyoko asked, her eyes intent on his own, waiting for the answer.
"Of course I believe that. About as much as I believe in flying pigs and the tooth fairy!" he replied angrily. He wanted a straight answer. Not some crap about time travel. Why wouldn't she just get to the point?
She sighed, "I had a feeling you'd say that. So I guess you'll need proof. Watch this!" she exclaimed. Kouin Hensen, Katukai!" Her zanpakuto morphed into its released form, the thick green vine from before. Then it wound its way around and around Miyoko's body, covering her from head to toe until only her face was able to be seen. Hitsugaya watched carefully. He was ready to come to her aid if something was going wrong and her zanpakuto had decided to kill its wielder. She saw his worry and only smiled. "Watch."
He couldn't believe it. The next second she was gone. But that wasn't what had caught his attention. Scattered all around him, hanging from every rooftop and doorway in sight, were tiny origami cranes, all different colors. From the brightest yellow to the darkest blue, they sparkled and shined in the moonlight, lighting up Hitsugaya's white hair.
"There has to be hundreds of cranes here…" he mumbled, still in shock. "Actually, there's exactly one thousand, but you were close." Miyoko retorted, standing behind him. He whirled around and she winked, leaving the one eye closed. He bit his lip. This was impossible. How did she do that so quickly, and without him noticing she had even moved?
"How-," he began, but she shushed him.
"Now do you believe me?" she asked, staring up at the sky. Her braids were loose and she pulled on them until her glistening black hair fell down around her shoulders. It was actually much longer than it had appeared. She smiled when she noticed him watching her, and Hitsugaya's eyes grew wide, and he quickly looked away. He turned his gaze back to the cranes. It must be some type of illusion. His fingers reached out and touched one of the lower cranes that he could reach. It was smooth, slippery, and undeniably real.