Hello again! :) Sooooo just for some clarification this takes place a few months after the whole thing with Aizen. This means no Ichigo Kurosaki for the time being. So sad :(. Ohhhh and the reason why I put Hana Kuchiki in it is because I believe in episode 250 there is a mystery Kuchiki who is Bykuya's aunt... Name in the actual thing unknown so yeah that's that. This will chapter will clear up a few questions... and than make more. sooo Read and enjoy... And review?

Disclaimer: Don't own bleach.


I followed Byakuya back out into the hall. Silence which I found awkward, but didn't dare break. I felt strange and self conscious over all my movements all of a sudden. I couldn't think of anything to say without feeling ridiculous. Since when could I feel ridiculous?

He stopped in front of a door. I stopped beside him and we just kind of stared at each other. He acted as if he hadn't felt anything at all in his medical room… thing… Which pissed me off. If he thought of me as beautiful, well then he should act like it.

"So what's in the room?" I finally asked, motioning towards the door.

"Where you will be staying," he said.

Okay then. So was I suppose to open the door...? I walked over and pushed it open. I felt like he was going to stab me while my back was turned. I hurried the process along.

I was surprised.

"Wow I totally thought you were going to put me in a dungeon underneath the house with chains and stuff."

"There is no-"

"But this is definitely an improvement," I said with a little smile.

It was definitely nice as prisoner rooms went. Heck room in general it was pretty nice. Queen size bed, with mint green sheets. A dresser made form some very light colored wood. Above said dresser was a large mirror. There was pink chair in the corner and art work on the walls. To the left was another door which I presumed led to a bathroom.

"You have not been charged with anything," he paused, "yet.

I looked at him. "So convinced I am guilty," I say trying to convey a teasing tone to my voice.

He doesn't respond to it. "I believe it is unnecessary to say that you are not to leave this room without me escorting you. I would advise against engaging any other residents in conversation."

"And just when I thought it wasn't a prison, it becomes prisony." I say with a sigh. "So where are your rooms located, in the case that I need to leave?"

"Down the hall."

"The very, very long hall. Well of course I'd know exactly which room yours would be. You know, because it's so obvious."

"The very last room at the end of the hall." He looked at me and then at the room. "I will now be leaving you. I have business to attend to."

"Okay. Well see you whenever…" I trailed off as the door was closed. All I would have to do is hear the key turn and I'd know for sure I was in jail. He didn't need to do any of that because I knew for certain that I was trapped.

But it did tempt me to see what would happen if I tried...

Temptation always led to the worst of things.

So instead I put the backpack on top of the dresser and beg to unpack. My sister was truly skilled. I had no idea how she managed to neatly fold and pack five outfits, including the one I was wearing and two nightgowns into my bag. I just knew it'd be a pain putting it back in. I was a big fan of the stuffing technique.

After putting the outfits in the drawers I took out my four pretty knives. I rarely resorted to knives, but it was nice to have them on me. I placed them on the desk side by side. I put the ammo on the desk next to the knives. I took the gun out next, and this was followed by the fans, and finally zenpaktou.

"No, I'm not suspicious at all," I muttered to myself.

I took a mirror and toiletry bag out of my backpack before heading into, as I predicted a bathroom. I wiped my face and leg clean of blood and could finally feel myself relax.

"See everything is going to be perfectly fine," I said out loud to myself, as I leaned into the counter. It was of course the exact opposite of fine. If my dad actually put out a real search for me, Kuchiki would be the first to bring me back in. I couldn't stay here. It was just one big horrible idea.

I couldn't leave.

I walked out of the bathroom, the hand mirror grasped tightly in my palm. I sat down and stared at the mirror. It was the only thing that my father had given me that I truly appreciated and loved. Surrounding the glass was an eerie, glossy black wood. The glass was normal reflecting myself perfectly… For now.

I had always had a need to go to Soul Society. I liked the idea of being able to be apart of something different. My father tried to distract me with watching them instead. My father and sister had the ability to naturally peer into the living world and Soul Society. If the abilities weren't destructive then I didn't inherit them from my father, needless to say I didn't get this ability.

For further explanation. The mirror was a little bit of my sister and fathers abilities embedded in a piece of glass. With the activation of it, I could literally see wherever I wanted to. Looking into other peoples lives without being seen.

It was the highlight of my life.

It was highly entertaining.

It was excruciating.

It was the reason why I knew so much about Soul Society. I watched all the captains on a regular basis. During Kurosaki's invasion I had been looking non stop.

But today that wasn't the reason. I bit my thumb and watch little red drops fall onto the face of the mirror. It immediately shifted to where my thoughts were. Suzu was in her room. Well actually in the process of leaving her room.

I cursed.

She was in the wheelchair again. A sad look in her eyes. Her face was much more softer and beautiful than mine. Her eyes were always tired or in pain. While my eyes were a bright gold hers were a pale yellow color. Her hair fell to her shoulder in soft black waves. She had my pale skin, but unlike mine hers took on a sickly tone.

My sister looked up almost as if staring directly in my eyes. She always knew when I was looking at her. Always. She also always seemed to know my location whenever I was using the mirror. Luckily neither were true for my father. Don't get me wrong we are not twins or any of that. I am definitely older than Suzu. She appeared to be around twelve while my appearance said late teens or early twenties.

The wheelchair was extremely concerning. "Miyako," she said. Her voice was always the same. It was as pretty and intricate as it was simplistic and unpleasant. It held disaster as well prosperity. Despite all the negatives there was always hope.

I flinched. I knew she was now watching me as if I was in the room with her. A certain unfocussed look had occurred in her eyes. "Suzu," I said. "Why the heck are you back in that wheelchair. You were showing improvements," anger had made it's way into my voice. I hated the predicament Suzu always seemed to be in.

She shrugged. "I overestimated how many stairs I could take and fell," she said. It annoyed her. She use to be very boisterous, but her personality seemed to fade into a gentle yet lethal quietness.

"Suzu," I groaned. "You know you're suppose to have someone help you go up the stairs." After years of practice I no longer felt completely ridiculous talking into a mirror.

"I wanted to try," she said, even more of that sadness. "You picked a good time to watch," she muttered changing the subject. The glimpse of humor told me that it had been very much on purpose.

"And why is that?" I asked, taking the bait. There was nothing I could do about the wheel chair business now.

"Father told me to come to him after checking up on you," she said it dryly. She looked at me that humor becoming brighter. "You are turning me into a horrible liar."

"Life is full of lies," I said, trying to smile. "Now when did you tell him I returned home?" I ask.

"A few hours ago," she responds. "You know Miyako this is going to go horribly. When he finds out you are not here he's going to go ballistic." She rolled herself down the hall. Dark wood covered by one long rug. The walls had all type of expensive painting that had been collected throughout the ages. It had all become a blur with the years.

"We will see," I said calmly. I lean back onto the bed and hold the mirror above my face.

Suzu pauses. "Where are you?" she says it slowly. She already knows I'm in Soul Society. Probably even knows I'm around the Kuchiki Manor.

I say nothing.

Her eyes widen. "Miyako!" she whisper shouts. It was intense emotion, the life she constantly held back.

"The Kuchiki Manor," I mumble. I always felt younger then Suzu. Times like this were probably why.

She looked like she was going to kill me, but in the end just sighed and hung her head in a way that made her look defeated. "Miyako, why? Why are you even in Soul Society to begin with? You should be in the human world. In hiding. Have you lost your mind?"

"I didn't mean to!" I say in an indignant voice. "Believe you and me this is the last place I want to be." Probably… Maybe… No that was definitely a lie.

The sound of wheels going awkwardly against a rug sounded out throughout the hallway. Suzu always said it could be a workout… Especially if it got stuck. "So exactly why are you there?" she says her tone always seems exasperated when dealing with me. I don't how I should respond.

"Well I decided to just look at Soul Society one more-"

"You are stupid. You are so incredibly stupid. I hope you are aware of that."

I glared at her, "And a bunch of guys attacked me." Suzu was a person who was naturally impatient… She was usually good at covering it up though. Today didn't count.

"And?"

"Byakuya killed them."

"Byakuya Kuchiki?"

"Yeah," I said quietly.

"Oh I am excited to see where this is going to go," she responded. Luckily no one was walking the halls or else they'd probably wonder who she was talking to. Well no they wouldn't wonder, they'd know it was to either me or father… And since father she is heading to talk to father and I'm supposedly in my room, just a minute away… Problems would arise.

"He somehow got in his mind that I was suspicious."

"How did he get that?" she said harshly.

I looked down at my hands. "Well first I refused medical attention, then I tried to escape…"

"Miyako," she said it as a curse.

"And then I attacked him," I finished.

"You attacked a captain," she shouted at me, but immediately quieted herself and looked around.

"And lost…"

"You lost?" she seemed surprised.

"Well actually I forfeited when I tripped and fell," I said quickly giving her the edited version. If she ever heard what really happened she'd never let it go.

"Wow and you begged and begged Dad for all that special training only to trip. Wow," she said dully.

"So yeah now I'm being held prisoner in his house," I ended.

She was torn between amused and annoyed. I could tell. "You are an idiot."

"Yeah," I muttered feeling quite the part of one.

She glanced around. "Well I'm almost at Dad's study, are you going to tune in?" she sighed.

"Nope. You're a good enough liar," I muttered.

She'd tell my father that I had gone to my room and like the teenage angst ridden girl I sometimes pretended to be, wouldn't come out. My father and I had another of our many arguments before I left to see my mom. The only place in the world I was actually permitted to go to. He wouldn't bother me for a few days… Hopefully I'd be away from Kuchiki by the time he did come around.

"Okay well I will talk to you later," she muttered. She had stopped in front of an oak door. It was engraved with tons of different images. Most of them battles. Different scenes that all morphed together into one big one. A small scale of Soul Societies history.

"Love you," I said and then put down the mirror.

"Love you too."

Then all I could see was my reflection. I turned the mirror over.