A/N: As you can see I decided to continue this story. I know where this will head for, but I'm yet unsure about how it will end, so there is still room for ideas left. The main characters will be the remaining Vizards (aka Hiyori, Lisa, Love and Hachi), a few Shinigami and probably some other hollow-shinigami-hybrids.

There will be ass kicking, boozing, a little bit of humour and some minor pairings. Also be warned of foul language and name calling.

To all of you who read Bleach 377: I'll hate Kubo forever if he is going through with this!

Here you go!

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Finally

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"Outta my way!"

The Shinigami starred at her dumbfounded, not moving an inch, and Hiyori was tempted to punch the idiot. Punch him really hard, actually. The only reason she didn't, being that she needed two arms to carry Shinji's body.

She could try kicking him, but that wouldn't turn out well since even she knew that she had lost an alarming amount of blood recently. Supporting the weight of two bodies with one leg while kicking that ugly Shinigami right into the face with the other would be problematic at least. Hiyori was not fond of the idea to loose conscious in the near future.

That way her only option left was to scowl at the dumbass and repeat her words.

"Outta. My. Way. Idiot." she growled.

The soul reaper slowly seemed to realize, who – or rather what – exactly was standing in front of him. Hiyori watched seemingly satisfied how his face suddenly turned into an anxious gaze and his eyes seemed to pop out of this head. With a hasty leap he jumped out of her way, bumping into a bunch of other Shinigami.

Hiyori didn't waste another glance at the crowd. She had other things on her mind.

She wanted to get away from the mass of Shinigami, away from this crowded place with far too many people for her liking. That many people in one spot always made her feel exposed, even vulnerable. The blonde didn't like this feeling one bit …it strangely reminded her of that night. The scar on her shoulder itched at the thought.

Apparently Lisa sensed her discomfort, because suddenly the other Vizard was at her left, walking straight through the assembled Shinigami without any outer sign of distress. Hiyori thanked her inwardly.

They made their way through the group of Shinigami in silence. None of them spoke a word – probably because none of them knew what to say. Here they where, in a world they had been banished from a hundred years ago. This had been their dream; deep in their minds they always had wanted to come back, to be once again in this world that was theirs. No one had ever dared to speak it out loud, but they all had known.

Now they were there, at the place of their dreams. Their wish had come true, but they had paid a gruesome price. A price none of them would have paid if they had known. Shinji and Love had never been back in Soul Society. Their chance to see their home on last time had been taken from them and Kensei and Mashiro would only be granted a glance of how their future could have been.

Hiyori noticed only subconscious that the Shinigami had fallen silent. They watched the small group of former Shinigami walk through their ranks without moving, without turning their eyes away.

The black dressed men and women with sad looking eyes reminded the blonde oddly of a funeral. A second later Hiyori suppressed a hysterical laughter, when she realized that they actually were a funeral procession. A bloody, dirty and beaten funeral procession on the way home from Last Judgment.

Lisa's school uniform was complete, bloody mess and her hair was loosening from her braid and sticking out from her head in a black-crimson mess. Hiyori herself wasn't looking any better, either. The jacket of her tracksuit was cut in several places; her white T-shirt was covered in – mostly Shinji's – blood and her trousers looked like a mixture of both of the former. That only one of her pigtails was still in place nearly didn't stand out compared to this.

Shinji, who she was still tightly holding on, looked nearly like he was asleep, his head resting at her shoulder and the mop of his hair blocking the view to his eyes. He looked somewhat peaceful.

Behind them was Kensei, still clinging to Mashiro as if nothing could ever separate them again. He had bruises and gashes all over his body, the worst of them hidden behind Mashiro's body. Mashiro… Hiyori was incapable to give her broken figure more than a short glance. She shouldn't be alive… God, let her die. She shouldn't have to go through this… not anymore.

Than there was Rose. Rose who seemed nearly unharmed from the outside but still had that sad look in his eyes which Hiyori couldn't bear. Third Divisions insignia was Mariagold and never until today had the blonde Vizard understood how this suited the blonde man. Love's body hung from his shoulders like he simply was too tired to walk by himself. Only the burned spots on his clothing and the broken glasses gave evidence about the truth state of his health.

The last one was Hachi, suit still in place, without the tiniest blood spatter on any part of his body. No one would have thought he had been in a war if not for the piece of his right arm missing, still surrounded by the Kido that stopped the wound from bleeding. It didn't stop the pain. She knew.

They left the Shinigami behind; climbing up to the top of the hill at whose root the Garaganta had been placed.

Hiyori stopped only a few feet away from the edge. She stood motionless, sensing the other Vizard one after another joining her at the peak of the hill.

Below them lay the thing all of them had sought too see for such a long time.

The apparently endless districts of Rukonagi spread across the landscape and behind them, in the heart of Soul Society, the first rays of the rising sun colored the white Sekkiseki-Walls of Seireitei in a warm, orange light.

This was the place were she had grown up and had lived for such a long, peaceful time. Behind the walls of Seireitei, where she attended the Shinigami Academy and made a lot of friends; where she graduated as a Soul Reaper and at last had become a Lieutenant of the Gotei 13. Deep down in one the most dangerous districts of Rukonagi, where she had started her live in Soul Society …where she had first met Shinji, who had changed her life.

There were so many emotions in her head; sadness, guilt, fear, hope, happiness… but the prevailing one was relief.

Finally.

"We're home, Shinji." she whispered.