Her tears spilled freely as she looked around the apartment that once belonged to her. Fired because she denied her perverted boss any 'favors', she had no income. She didn't have enough to eat or to pay the rent. She was being evicted. She had sold almost all her possessions just to survive the winter. All she owned now was a duffle bag, some clothes, her camera, photo album, and the tiger in which Gin had given her.

He gave it to her before he even knew her name. They actually met the same day that she acquired her camera. There had been a festival, and she had wanted to get some pictures. She also got the album that day. She met Aizen and Tousen later that day, too.

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A girl that had a camera hanging from her neck was looking back and forth. She seemed like a child in a candy shop. Only she seemed older, and wasn't in a candy shop. Seeing a store window, the girl walked up to it and saw a photo album. Holding the Sony Alpha DSLR-A230 up, she took a picture of it. She would have bought it, too if she had any money left, but she spent it all on the camera. Suddenly someone bumped into her. He mumbled a sorry and asked for directions.

She pointed out a way to him, and when he blushed, she became confused. When she realized why, she apologized and offered to walk the black blind man to where he wanted to go. But he told her to wait, and entered the store. He bought the album and gave it to her. She tried to refuse, but he told her to take it as an apology for walking into her and thanks for walking him to where he needed to go. So she accepted it.

As they walked, she and the man talked. She told him of how taking pictures was her life, how it meant everything to her, and he told her of how justice meant everything to him. It took them about an hour to get where he wanted for the festival crowded in the streets. Once there, she was surprised to find herself sad to have to part with the man. They could have been good friends. As she left, he was turning around.

At the last second she called out to him. Her camera was held up at the ready. Once he turned around flash! His photo was in her camera. She said farewell once more and took off. As she ran, she, amazingly, dodged most people in the street. She made it all the way to the food stands before she hit someone. Looking up, she saw a handsome man. She started to get up and apologized to the man.

He looked a bit frustrated but still held out his hand. Grabbing his hand, she let him pull her up. Once again she apologized, but he just waved a hand at her and told her it was nothing. Curiosity took hold of her, and she asked him what was wrong. The man said it was nothing of her concern, but she wouldn't let it go. Soon the agitated man gave in.

Setting her camera down on a table, she and the brown haired man talked. The weird thing was, he lost his cousin. That's not the weird part; the weird thing was his cousin was a blind black guy, just like the one from earlier. She remembered that she had a picture and grabbed her camera. Quickly going through the pictures, she got to the one of the blind man.

The man, who she learned was named Aizen, looked at the picture and spoke what she assumed was a name. If she was right, then Tousen was her blind friend. When Aizen ordered her to take him to Tousen, she bluntly refused. When he asked why, the answer was simple. She wanted to be asked not ordered. He had been thoroughly surprised in the least. So when he asked again, she said yes, and this time he was actually asking, not ordering in his smooth voice. She, of course, agreed, but on one condition: if she could take his picture. At first he said no, but when she sat down and made herself look all comfortable, he gave a defeated sigh. Jumping up, she held her camera up and the light flashed. He was now also in the memory.

Once they got back to where she left Tousen, she looked around for him. He was surprisingly hard to find, but in the end she did find him. Pointing him out to Aizen, she waited till he was over by Tousen's side, then called both their names. When they both simultaneously looked at her, she took a picture, waved, and took off.

Being more careful this time, she made her way toward the game booths. After an hour of looking around and taking random pictures, she spotted one last booth that she hadn't been at yet. She made her way over and got ready to take another picture when someone bumped into her. She fell on her ass. The force of the fall made her finger hit the button to take a picture on the camera. She mumbled quite a few select and colorful words before a beautiful laugh made her look up.

At the time she had no idea of how close they would grow before she shattered. Little did any of them know how badly she would be shattered from this meeting. Not the meeting itself, but the people from the meeting.

She looked up into a face that any sane person would try to avoid, but Avery felt drawn to it. His hand reached down and helped her up. Once on her feet again, she turned and took her original picture. When she was done with that, she turned to talk with the man, but he was gone. Feeling a bit panicked, she looked all around for his silvery hair, or his closed eyes, even that smile. Anything that looked like a fox caught her eye, but none of them were him.

She felt a bit dismayed as she walked around in a sort of daze. Upon seeing the Ferris wheel, she awoke again. Knowing this would get her several good shots, she got in line. Her finger always stayed on the picture button, just in case. A voice with an odd accent caught her by surprise. Spinning around and taking a picture, she saw the fox-like man. He gave a short laugh and asked if she wouldn't mind him joining her in the car going up. Of course she said she didn't mind, acting like it was from courtesy and not fear.

She felt that he knew she was afraid. He sat right next to her the whole ride up, but on the way down the giant machine stopped. Knowing it would take a while, she started up a conversation with the unknown man. After several hours she fell asleep leaning against the man, Gin. While asleep, the man grabbed her camera and took a picture of her sleeping form. He also took a picture of the sunset. Lastly, holding the camera away, but pointing toward them, one last picture was taken.

He awoke her when the ride was finally repaired and moving. On the ground once again, she made a vow, that would very likely be broken, never to ride a Ferris wheel again. These eight photographs would take up two full pages, but they would hold more memory than a mind ever could. Packing up all her remaining things, she put the camera around her neck and left. She was thinking when she left about the photos Gin had.

But that was another story.