So here is the second chapter, I wrote three the other day and am just posting them now, though. Once again, please give cc. I really would like to know what's wrong and what you liked about it. Or you can even tell me it's a piece of trash, as long as that is how you truly feel. Also, if anybody would like to beta from now on, that would be great. You can just leave a message in a review, or can PM me.

Chapter Two: Conflicts

Flashback

The most annoying sound in the world, the alarm clock, beeps loudly. A hand creeps out from under the covers and swipes all of the buttons on top, not knowing or caring which one shuts it off, as long as it shuts up. The body under the covers shifts, curling into itself, attempting to pretend that it didn't have to get up. The room is so bright. The blinds do nothing to block the sun from showing it's ugly face. Just five more minutes...

There really wasn't any reason to get up. The owner of the alarm clock forgot to shut it off. Today was the first of the three day weekend for Thanksgiving. Realizing their mistake, they decided to go back to sleep for another hour or so. What did it matter anyway? Nothing mattered anymore.

"Fukataichou, I'm sorry. I'm going to need that," he cuts her off as he grabs his haori. He kneels down.

"Fukataichou? I've been trying to get you to say that for years." she says. "What is-". He picks up something off the ground. It is wrapped up in his kimono when he turns around and steps in the light. It is a girl.

The girl looked to be in an older teen, maybe seventeen or eighteen. She had dark brown hair that looked like it might have fallen a few inches below her shoulders if it was not knotted and dirty. From what they could see, she didn't have any injuries other than the obvious exhaustion and possibly dehydration. She was breathing somewhat shallowly and seemed to have either fallen asleep or was unconscious. They did not know which.

"Taichou, we should bring her to the fourth division. They would know what to do," Nanao says quickly, "was she attacked? I don't see any bruising or blood."

"I don't know Nanao-chan, but you are right we obviously can't leave her here. Take the night off. Go to sleep, you look almost as exhausted as she does. I will have the paperwork finished in the morning. I am going to bring her to Kotetsu," he says as he slowly walks away, holding the girl to his chest.

She follows, "But, Taichou-"

"It's alright Nanao, I will take care of this from here. Go and rest. I will see you tomorrow, hopefully with an update on her," she almost continues but he looks into her eyes and she knows to listen to her captain. He gives her a small smile, says goodnight once again and shunpos out of sight. She sighs, she has been doing that a lot tonight, before heading in the general direction of the eighth division.

Minutes later, he walks through the fourth division gate, the girl still limp in his arms. The fifth seat brings them to a bed and he sets her down on it. The young man tells him that Isane will be in as soon as she can. He settles down in a chair beside the bed, looking at the vulnerable girl lying on the table before him. How is it she came to be in this condition. Surely someone should be looking for her at this late? Maybe she still has not found any family yet? It was true that a lot of people never met up with people from their past life, but in the second district, it wasn't uncommon. Almost everyone knew at least one person from when they were human.

Isane came in ten minutes later and looked her over, they spoke for a few minutes and he told her of how they came upon her body and she confirmed his thoughts that she was just in need of some rest and needed to be hydrated.

"You may stay if you want, but I suggest you come back tomorrow and check on her then because she will not be waking up anytime soon," she says. He nods and asks her if she could send someone to let him know if she woke up before then or if anything else changed. She nods and with a bow, exits the room.

He heads toward the doorway. As he slides the curtain closed, he whispers a quiet 'goodnight, sweet dreams' to the nameless girl, truly meaning it. He says his thanks to Isane on the way out and walks back to his own room. The futon is already out and he eagerly rests his tired head upon his pillow. In less than a minute, he falls asleep.

Flashback

Loud rapping on the bedroom door wakes her again. She immediately sits up, taking a deep breath then glares at the door. How dare it wake her up? Not now, in a few minutes, everything is so nice when you sleep, there's no pain, no thoughts, sometimes, if you're lucky, no dreams (or more specifically, no nightmares), and you get to just snuggle under the blanket and drift away. Why would anyone want to take that away from her?

"Get out of bed! I don't care if it's the weekend, no moping around. Why don't you actually do something with your life other than take up space," an angry voice shouts through the door. She rolls over. Just once, can't she just have a little peace?

She knows she'll have to get up sooner or later, so she leans to her right, her back cracking in the process, then twists to left with the same results. A few yawns later and she is wrapped up in her favorite striped blanket with a pair of brown slippers on her cold feet. After a quick shower she get dressed into another pair of fleece pajama bottoms and an oversized t-shirt. No need to wear jeans or other uncomfortable clothes if you're just going to be sitting around. She just wanted to have a day off from this chaotic lifestyle and relax for a day. But of course, that would never happen, it wasn't long before he would come home.

She looks at the clock and sees that it is already past two, only a few more hours and he would burst into the house and everything would suck again. She could deal with her mother, she really didn't care for the nasty things she said, but she could still deal with her. It was when he was there that she just wanted to leave and never come back, but she had no where to go.

TBC