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A/N: Thanks to all my splendid reviewers who review for every chapter! THANKS.

Also, due to spoilers, if you haven't gotten past the Rukia Rescue Arc, I'm really spoiling the story for ya.

I feel so cold from the lack of reviews for the last chapter...sniff

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The meeting ended on strange notes. Nothing was done seeing how not all the captains were there and nothing could really be done. AI-ni thought they were going to put him away in jail or let Mayuri experiment on him but thankfully they didn't.

It just ended.

Ai-ni knew that he was evil or something close to it. He knew that if he really wanted to, he could kill a lot of people and get away with it. He always knew that, but now he kinda of knew why. He sat on the roof, staring at the sky and lost in thoughts.

That was why he was unprepared for the attack.

"Candy!"

A pair of feet landed on his chest, knocking the wind out of him. He went down like a ton of bricks. Ai-ni fell off the roof to land on the floor. "Ooof."

"Candy!!" The pink shinigami started groping Ai-ni looking for candy. She had no shame.

On his part, he shook himself, trying to fling her off him. After several fruitless shakes, she jumped off looking disappointed. "Aw, you don't have any candy."

Ai-ni sighed. "Why would I have candy in the first place?"

"Dunno." The pink haired shinigami smiled. "I know you from before with the big booby lady. "

Ai-ni scratched his head. "Yachiru the vice captain of the eleventh, right?"

Yachiru nodded. 'Unhuh."

She jumped onto his shoulder and looked at him intensely. "Want to play?"

"Uhh..." Ai-ni noted that he was going 'uhh' a lot lately. "Sure?"

Instincts were clearly telling him saying no was a bad idea.

Two minutes later, Ai-ni found himself holding a bucket of glue while Yachiru had a pillowcase of feathers. Their target was the short captain of the tenth. The recently recovered captain of the tenth, who, in Yachiru's opinion, needed to be cheered up. Ai-ni had no clue how getting feathers glued onto oneself made one happy. He didn't voice his opinion because he didn't want to get feathered either.

The two were perched on the roof, waiting for Toshiro to walk out of fourth division. Toshiro had business there. He was also absent for the last captain meeting. Ukitake had covered for him. Toshiro didn't want to talk about the events that occurred a few scant hours ago.

It was too painful.

He walked out, after bidding the still comatose Hinamori. The bastard Aizen did a lot of damage to his childhood friend. Toshiro couldn't wait to find Aizen and kill him viciously.

As these murderous thoughts swirled in his head, he was unprepared for a goopy white substance to fall on his hair and body. He was equally unprepared for the shower of white things that floated onto him.

"What..is this?" He touched his goopy hair and realized that it was glue. "The hell!"

He looked up to see a giggling Yachiru and a unknown shinigami standing next to her looking guilty with a bucket in his hands. At first glance, Toshiro thought the second shinigami seemed familiar.

Ai-ni gulped when the young captain leveled a glare at Yachiru. Even though the glare wasn't aimed at him, he could feel it. Ai-ni chanced a glance at Toshiro, and his eyes nearly widened to the size of saucers as his eyes went up. Floating behind Toshiro was a huge dragon with blood red eyes.

Ai-ni's body went postal, as his mind dredged up faint images. For some reason, he wanted to run and regroup and think. He needed to get away. So he left, without a word, via shunpo kicking up enough air to blow Toshiro's newly acquired feathers in a more artistic design.

'What was that' wondered inwardly Toshiro before starting to yell at Yachiru for dumping all the feathers on him. As he yelled, he questioned Hyourinmaru in his decision to manifest without permission. Hyourinmaru said nothing but rumble in the mindscape.

Meanwhile, Ai-ni had stopped, taking huge breaths trying to stop his hammering heart. If this had occurred a few days ago, he wouldn't have understood this reaction but now he did. Something with Aizen-bastard-evil-past-incarnation was involved. But what?

While he mused, Ai-ni almost smacked into somebody. "Be careful, you might fall." Said a very warm voice.

Ai-ni looked a little bit down to see Unohana looking up at him. "Oh, sorry about that." He shuffled to the side.

Unohana looked at Ai-ni and then at he bucket. "What is that?"

"Whuh?" Ai-ni looked down to see the bucket. "Oh, that." He paused. "Stuff. "

"I see." Unohana smilied gently. "Do you want to help me?"

"Sure." Ai-ni nodded.

"Follow me then please."

Ai-ni followed Unohana back the direction he came from. By the time they got there, Toshiro and Yachiru were gone leaving only a white sticky puddle on the ground and some feathers.

The rest of the day passed as Ai-ni helped Unohana with some of the simplier things. Cleaning, getting supplies and breaking up fights. The latter was harder due to the obstinacy of the eleventh division.

As he was cleaning up the floor after yet another food toss by another irate eleventh divison member, Ai-ni swished and swashed all the way to a darkened room. He peered inside to see a girl attached to machines. Curiosity overcame him, and he tiptoed into the room itself leaving his broom and mop outside.

The young female shinigami looked at peace. Then again, all coma patients looked like that. Ai-ni crept closer and placed a hand on her. Like the incident before with Toshiro. He hadn't meet him before but he already had select feelings. With her, it was mostly smugness. Ai-ni fought down a smirk that was growing on his face.

Oh, he hated the fact he was a former incarnations or something of an evil jerk.

He hated it so much, he punched the bed forgetting that the shinigami was still in it and she was injured. The machines went wacko for a brief second before calming down. Ai-ni decided that now would be a good time to run away before he gets into trouble.

"Aizen-sama?" Came a weak voice.

Ai-ni turned to see the girl, sitting up, looking around the room with blood shot eyes.

"Aizen-sama?"

He stayed frozen, waiting for the girl to fall back to sleep. As he left, the giril was still murmuring the name 'Aizen-sama'.

It was nighttime when he left. He jumped to the roof, walking slowly staring up at the sky. He saw the moon in all its glory. As he walked, he cast his gaze down catching the sight of on Inoue Orihime. She looked lonesome staring at the sky. She was also crying.

He jumped down next to her. Perhaps he could be of service.

"Hi."

She punched him on the nose.

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Short too...Short.

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