Just to point out- at this point-it will become more apparent though, I promise- Kirin is working for the bad guy. You know the one I can't say the name of yet? Because I haven't put him in the story yet? That's the one. Because she works for (insert bad-guy-name here) she has to kill her brother. And that, Is a bad thing. Also, before I carry on, I'm thinking of putting Ryou in prison for something. I don't know… We shall see. Or rather, YOU will. I'm also thinking of giving Kirin a personality change half-way through. That way she can be on the good AND bad side! YAY! (Hang on, why are you still reading? I'm blabbering. You don't have to read this, you know.)

Kirin was training. Not that she wanted to. She HAD to beat her brother. Kill or be killed. Damn it, she HATED that phrase. Kirin Sighed. Why did NOTHING EVER go right for Kishu? She didn't WANT to kill him. In fact, she was secretly hoping that she would fail, and that HE would kill HER. She would have to provoke him first… UGH! Why did the idiot have to fall in love with a girl already bonded to an alien? And WHY did the alien have to be her boss? Any WHY did she have to be a HUMAN?! Kirin 'hmphed' and hopped gracefully off the treadmill. She walked towards the punch bag. No. She would NOT kill him. She would fight him, yes, but she would win! And then, she would let him go! If he won though… It… It didn't matter. She would rather be killed by her brother than her boss. She would fight hard though. VERY hard. She was sure she would win. Even though they'd Never fought before. Not SERIOUSLY anyway… He could unleash anything on her.

Still. What She REALLY wanted to know was HOW her boss knew about the necklace. And how he knew she had touched it… Something just didn't add up! Kishu and Ichigo were meant to be together, It was prophesied but someone, apparently, got there first. Masaya did. And now… Now her boss wanted them both dead. He was just so STRONG… And quite frankly, Kirin didn't think anyone was about to disagree with her on that.

FLASH BACK

He was just standing there. Just watching. He had NOT made a sound. He did not need to. Kirin knew full well that he was there. She just didn't want to merit him with any acknowledgement- until now. Kirin sighed, and slowly spun on her heel.

"You Know Why I Am Here…"

Kirin nodded. She knew. Of course she knew. She had to choose. She was an ally to him…Or, she was an enemy. She die loyal, of she would live as a traitor. The man stood there, and extended his black gloved hand.

"Touch."

Ah. It seemed 'mysterious-I'm-going-to-keep-to-the-shadows guy' was aware of her gift. That complicated things… Kirin answered his plea with a violent and almost pitiful shake of the head.

"TOUCH IT!!" Jeez! He's… He's so unstable… Kirin reached out, and brushed her fingers against it. Kirin gasped. The man nodded and warped. Sur, She knew what she had to do. She was aware of the side she had chosen. But that did not mean she had to like it. And at least she knew what the man's gift was…

At least she knew not to touch him. One touch. A single touch, that's all it too. He did not like his gift, and they way it collided with hers. He hated the fact her gift was stronger, but against anyone but her… Against anyone but Kirin, he had a HUGE advantage. Always.

END OF FLASH BACK

Continuing to pound the punch bag to an inch of it's durability, Kirin wondered if Kishu would understand the situation. The guy he was up against liked to play games, that much was obvious. Kishu WAS smart. Ish. And he knew it. Or hopefully. She could do no more to help him, but train so hard she'd be weaker. She was now his enemy. And that really infuriated her. It was the one thing to give examples of what your life depends on… quite another to be completely aware the your life lays in the hand of an idiot. But she'd almost certainly be dead by then, so she would have to lead him through it with puzzles.

Gyah! **** The whole thing!!!! Kirin made another noise of frustration, and argued with herself.

No!! She would let him live. Or vice versa. He would save Both Ichigo's and (Hopefully) her hide. And if he did not… Well, they would both die. But luckily, the dead don't tend to feel pain. Then again, they don't feel anything else either.

Kishu was training too. Running on a treadmill so fast his legs were blurred. But Kishu did not know what was waiting for him. This… This suicidal training regime was his normal routine. Being the best warrior on the planet- Aside from the now deceased deep blue- Only he had the physical stamina to push himself to the limit- and past it- each day, and not be dead yet. The veins began to stand up on his forehead. It was time to move on.

He strode towards the pedestal room. The pedestal room was simply very high stools, with sharpened spears beneath. The stools themselves… Barely as large as a place mat. Hopping from stool to stool was no easy feat. Yet it was something he staked his life on every single day of his life. Kishu advanced across the pedestals, leaping gracefully from top to top. Pausing in the middle, he began to stretch. The pedestal room was the only place he could stretch; anywhere else obnoxious thoughts never ceased to bother him. Here, he kept his mind focused…Or die. And, at present. That was a price he would willingly pay. Plus, stretching over a pit filled with spears with sharpened tips? As if each day WASN'T just FULL of things just waiting to stab, shoot, blast or even eat (only once had he been told THAT one.) him to death. Though, even a small amount of stabbing/shooting/blasting/eating that was threatening to jump out would kill him… and yet, here he was! Slightly out of breath but otherwise fine! He was… good.

Kishu checked his watch-Time to go. As he warped, Kishu noticed something was terribly wrong.

When Kishu arrived to a black as midnight room, he could not see, and for an alien, that was uncomfortable. Especially for one such as kishu. Fortunately his ears were VERY sensitive, and even then, he could use his hands to check out his surroundings. He discovered something vital-

he was in a cage.

He could not warp- the cage was made of flourine encased in zinc. He clenched the handle he had discovered. He was interested in his captor, it was true, but would rather be out than in... A deep voice resonated across the room.

"DESIST."

Kishu's eyes widened, and his pupils shrank. That voice... He knew that voice. He knew it, because it was the one voice he hoped never to hear again.

Never again.

I know I said I'd update during the week, and I DID try, I DID! But this chapter is more than 1000 words long. Longest chapter yet! so, I think i made up for it. I really Hope I did!!! Even though I ended it on a cliffie.

Thanks to my lovely reviewers! YOU make my day! FREE COOKIES TO YOU ALL!

Next time, we have kishu trying to attack the idiot-bumblebee (hence the name of the story) lookalike.

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