"Its close…the enormous spirit energy…is in there…"

The darkly dressed figure glanced down towards the building across the street from him. Although light poured through the open window, it wouldn't matter at all anyways. He easily jumped the distance of the street with ease; the laws of physics were lessened on those of the dead. This was more so proven when he used the hell butterfly to phase through the second story wall.

As he casually floated down the floor of the room, a certain theme screamed out to his ocular senses, and then to his eyes. From the ceiling to the bed sheets, even to faint outlines in the wall paper.

"What's with all the bunnies?" He asked out loud. He searched around the room, losing the trail of the energy he had been searching for earlier. Walking over towards the bed, he gawked at the fluffiness of the character imprinted on the sheet.

"You got a problem with that, Mister Burglar!?" A sharp kick to the back of his head knocked him over the bed, and tumbling to the floor on the opposite side. "How do you like it now, huh!? That you got a closer look!?!"

He was stunned beyond belief. Sure, he noticed the human girl at her desk when he phased through the wall…but he couldn't sense spirit energy to signal any clairvoyant abilities. "You…you can see me?!!" The man clamored to his feet from the opposite side of bed. "And you kicked me!?

"Heck yeah I can see you." The raven haired girl answered casually. "You think you're some kind of ninja with that getu-" A giant burlap sack appeared from the bedroom door, enveloping the girl and a hairy chinned man latched onto the opening and darted his eyes warily around the room.

"Alright intruder, now you can't take my daughter's virginity unless you marry her first! Should she accept, you'll get the key to open up the bag!!" The sack shuffled and jerked around, causing the hairy man to glance down at the bag opening. Popping her head through, the raven haired girl managed to head butt the man in the process.

"What the hell's wrong with you old man!? Don't attack me while we're being robbed!!" Looking around slightly calmer, the bearded man scratched his chin in confusion.

"What robbery? Don't you know that today's your monthly drill?"

"What!?" She exclaimed. "What about the lame ninja guy here?"

"It is no use." The darkly clothed man said. "Normal people cannot see me."

"Alright Rukia, I'm going to perform the drill with the other girls now…"

"I'm a…Soul Reaper."

"Oh really…" Rukia crossed her arms over her chest. "So you came all the way from this Soul Society thing to vanquish an evil spirit. That makes sense…" She breathed deeply, and suddenly jerked her eyes open incredulously. "Are you out of you mind!?"

"What?" The man gasped in his own form of surprise. "You can see ghosts…but you don't believe in Soul Reapers?!"

"Psh…Like I've seen a Soul Reaper before...if anything, you're just playing mind games with me. But if Dad couldn't see you, you're probably not living…" Walking over to the taller boy, Rukia casually began to push him towards the window. "Just go and play your little mind games with someone else, alright, Strawberry?"

"Mind games, huh?" Turning to face the smaller girl, the orange haired Soul Reaper pointed his middle and index fingers towards her. "Binding spell number one: Sai!!"

Sharp pains shot all throughout her body. It was if both of her arms were caught in a vice grip, and were tied to her body. Her legs too, crumpled from a sudden shock to her nerves, and she fell to the floor with a light thump. She took a sharp breath from pain, while the darkly dressed man smirked at the results. She scowled at the fact that loomed over her arrogantly, but at least he wasn't trying to catch a glimpse up her skirt.

"Geez…" She winced.

"Heh heh…it's useless to struggle, girly."

"Go ahead and talk about my hair like that…I've lived the span of ten of your lives, so I've heard every name possible. I personally don't care if you are just a punk mouthed girl…but the Provisional Spirit Law forbids unauthorized executions. I'll let you off this time." Contrary to what he just said, the strawberry haired Soul Reaper reached to his back the very large sword and began to unsheathe the blade.

"W-wait!"

Thrusting the hilt down first, the Soul Reaper's sword clanked slightly as it thumped on soft flesh. Rukia's heart was racing just seconds ago, but it had just slowed down to be just bearable to find the glasses wearing spirit from before to have been struck.

"Wha…?"

"No…" the spirit whimpered. "I…Don't want to go to Hell!"

"Calm down." The Soul Reaper sighed out. "What awaits you isn't Hell. It's Soul Society." Glowing, the spirit exhaled from surprise. "Unlike Hell, it is a restful place..." The spirit, still glowing, began to phase through the floor. Once its whole body was enveloped by the dark portal, a butterfly fluttered out; exiting through the window and into the night sky.

"What…what happened?" Rukia swallowed to clear her parched throat. "Where's the ghost?"

"I sent him to Soul Society. I performed Konso, the 'Spirit Funeral'." Standing up straight, the Soul Reaper sheathed the menacing sword on his back. "You know it as 'Passing On.' It is one of the duties of a Soul Reaper. I doubt that asking if you believe me or not really matters anymore…"

"So I'll explain so that even you can understand. Be silent and listen." He raised his hand to display his two fingers, as if counting. "Now, in this realm, there are two types of souls. The first type, are the "Wholes", the normal spirits. The ghosts you know are of this type."

"Now the other type…We call "Hollows". Hollows attack the living and the dead indiscriminately, and devour their souls. Hollows are evil spirits. Any questions so far?"

"Yeah…th-o…they're like thi-th?" Rukia mumbled. In her mouth, was a black sharpie, and in front of her on a white piece of paper, were two cutely (and crudely) drawn animals. One, a bunny labeled "Wholes", while the "Hollows" were represented by a menacing (but still cute looking) bear…thing.

"How did you…more bunnies?" The Soul Reaper skeptically asked, and was hit by a marker-projectile in retaliation. "Anyways…he growled as he wiped away marker from his face, "We Soul Reapers have two principle duties…First, to conduct Wholes to Soul Society by means of Konso…and second, to vaporize Hollows; which is my mission now."

"Hang on." Rukia, who was busy illustrating his explanations, spat a second maker to the floor and looked up at her captor. "You mean there's a Hollow around here now?"

"Yeah…" He simply answered.

"So what are you doing standing around playing 'Bondage Party'!? Go vaporize it!!"

"What?" He stammered. After regaining his composure, the man glanced out the open window in thought. "The thing is, I haven't been able to sense its presence for some time now…"

"Wha…Why not?-"

VAWOOOOOOOM!!!

"Ahh…what was…that?" A drop of sweat ran down her face, and she involuntarily shuddered at the sudden sound.

"…Like some force obstructing my senses…" He continued to hypothesize out loud.

"Hey, Soul Reaper!!"

"What's wrong, now?" He sighed once again.

"What's wrong?! That bloodcurdling howl; What was that?!!"

"Bloodcurdling…howl?" His eyebrows furrowed at the mention of it, but he didn't hear any-

GWAAOOOON!!!!!!

His eyes bulged at the sound. He instinctively grabbed his sword, and incredulously gazed at the raven haired girl. "That was…The cry of a Hollow!!"

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