Kishu had been sitting watching Ichigo for more than 48 hours. Kishu kept watching- There was no improvement in her, but no decline in her condition either. Still in comatose. He was more than ready to collapse, but felt he had to keep watching her, even though he had not slept. Nor was he intending to. Not while Koneko-Chan was vulnerable. He wanted to stay with her until she was okay. No matter how long it took... And yet… Kishu slammed his fist against the wall, leaving an Ichigo-sized crack when he removed his hand. He WOULD leave because he had to- Because he knew that at some point, he would have to find final help for Ichigo. Pai could do no more for her, so perhaps it was time to resort to less conventional methods. Kishu kissed his kitten on her sweaty forehead. He would be back soon. Very soon. In fact, to Ichigo, It would seem as If he was never gone at all. Hopefully.

Kishu Warped.

"Who goes there?" The first thing Kishu noticed was that there was a sharp, glinting sword threatening to pierce the skin of his pale neck. Of course, there was no second thing to notice. Kishu had been raised as a warrior, and a violent one at that. He ducked and span at the same time, calling his dragon swords at the same moment. Heh. 'Warriors' were trained to multi-task. The spin finished and Kishu warped to a position just above his assailant. Letting himself fall, he landed on top of the man who dared to out a sword to his throat. Placing (Slamming, actually.) his blades into the ground around his neck, Kishu hissed:

"Give me a single reason I should not kill you now. You have ten seconds." Kishu was quite happy with that. It was very rare to get a good foreword in. When you had the chance, it's good to make it memorable.

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"What's so funny? 8 seconds."

"Ichigo… She went without Masaya."

Kishu froze. Ichigo was involved??

"Where?"

"Hehehe.."

Kishu tightened his swords.

"WHERE?!"

"The EARLY GARDEN."

Kishu wasted no time taking the life of the poor sap. The Early Garden… But there were so many others… Why them? Kishu staggered to the nearest tree, and sat in it. He was 99% sure he didn't want to know what was wrong. Ignorance is bliss. And a virtue. Kishu sighed balefully. If Ichigo's life depended on it… Kishu's attention switched. What hed the punk done now? Was this Masaya's fault? His knuckles stood out on his fists. Suddenly, Kishu's heart panged- Ichigo's pain. He had to save her. He would be forced to his final option, mark the unforgivable one, which he knew he couldn't do. First he'd talk to his sister. Kirin would be able to help. Right?

Kirin floated down the intricate corridor. Her soft, Pastel orange hair trailed in a graceful train behind her. The girls outfit, however, was even less formal. A denim mini skirt rested on her hips, With hot-pink tights underneath, of set with a huge pair of electric blue heels. Her upper half was covered in a bright pink tube top, joined by blue bangles up and down her skinny arms, and a perfect tear drop necklace draped around her neck. Large blue and pink beads were tied into her flowing hair. The picture of modern beauty. Kirin sighed happily. Being the sibling of ' Lord Kishu' had it's advantages. She lived in a mansion, had beautiful clothes, an entire room filled with shoes. What more could a girl want? Aside from a loyal man who wanted to be with her. Which, incidentally, she had. In fact, Kirin had a harem of guys just queuing up to be with her. She could pick up, and discard one boy every day for a year and still have plenty left over. Kirin giggled, entered one of the many rooms, and jumped on a fluffy pink beanbag (^_^). Kirin heard a cough. Looking up, she was startled to find her brothers amber eyes staring back.

"BIG BROTHER" Kirin jumped up and threw her arms around Kishu.

"Hey there!" Kishu smiled, but it was plainly strained. Kirin picked up on it immediately.

" What's up?"

"Well… I… I need help. A... favour… Kirin, I need your help."