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Noble Intentions

The tension built as the six watched each other warily, each side with a hostage. Lifting her blade, Rangiku leveled it at the Gin's throat as Unohana backed away to the wall once more sheathing and hiding her sword. The tension mounted even higher. Finally it burst as chaos reigned in the confined space.

Breaking away from Rangiku's sword, Gin began to dance with Rangiku as their blades flickered between them in a deadly dance. The blocks that seemed effortless to an outsider caused their blades to tremble, under the weight and power that they placed in each blow. Finally this violent dance of blades ceased once Gin's knife cut shallowly into her arm. She fainted, wide-eyed with fear and disbelief.

"Don't ya worry Ran. Ya won't sleep forever." Gin whispered as he caught the girl.

At the imaginary border that had separated calm from turmoil stood Ukitake and Unohana after a silent truce had been reached between the two. Slowly getting up, Unohana began to move towards the mismatched pair of silver and gold before the man sitting against the wall grabbed her arm and shook his head slowly. Unohana slowly allowed herself to be pulled back from the battlefield.

Their battle was nearly evenly matched and as flashes of steel and sudden bursts of heat and light coming from the sorceress's hand as she shot spell after spell at the man who had been singed by the fire more than once…just as the sorceress had been shallowly cut by his blade several times. Their eyes flashed from this light and they wouldn't stop their battle until one or the other fell to their own exhaustion. In the end it was a tie between the two.

Desperation began to tinge in Nanao's eyes as her expansive reserves of magic had begun to wane under the constant spell casting, so she began to mutter a final spell that would hopefully take effect over him. Once the last word had been uttered she thrust her hands forward at the man, and this time no blinding light came from those palms. This time, a thread of gray smoke snaked out and slowly wrapped around the man, and as more and more of these threads piled on, he began to slow in his movements…but not before he had managed to smack Nanao with the hilt of one of his swords. Soon both were motionless.

Silently the two men and single women lifted the three incapacitated bodies and left them in a single room for Unohana to treat until their afflictions had faded. That took all of three days.

By the end of these three days, the ship had reached a port to fix the hole in the floor and Shunsui had awoken to join the other two men to find a carpenter that would willingly fix the hole in the floor but…before he had left he had locked and barred the doors.

Once both Nanao and Rangiku had awoken a few hours after Kyouraku had left they immediately tested the door for anyway out. There wasn't. The only available openings were two porthole windows; one set in the side of the ship, the other leading out into the hallway. Both were locked and to add on, even if they had found some way to unlock these windows they were much too small to allow the women through.

After the entirety of the small room had been swept over and over, they lay there finding no escape , no door or window they could use to their advantage. All weapons had been taken from them, Nanao's magic had been safely sealed with a pair of silver cuffs that hung from her wrists, and worst of all…they were bored.

While Rangiku and Nanao had managed to pry both windows open the slightest crack to allow both air and sound in they remained trapped and bored of the room. Within a few minutes, Nanao and Rangiku had begun a debate of the men with Unohana cutting in at opportune times to input a piece of information.

This discussion was soon broken by three familiar voices that wafted in on a tendril of wind that had crept in through the porthole that led to the side of the ship.

"You see good sir, one of the here accidentally dropped a cannonball through the deck. I was hoping that you would fix this horrendous scar of our ship." The voice was a deep, smooth voice that seemed to radiate confidence and noble raising.

Two jaws dropped at the respectably dressed men that had the same voices of their kidnappers, stood on the dock with their jaws set in a noble angle. The three once ragtag men now looked like respectable, noble, merchants that had an accident.

Who were these men? Nanao's mind raced with the sudden spectacle. Whoever those men happened to be, they were leading a man onto the ship down to the hole near their room.

Their voices drifted in through the porthole that led out into the hallway,

"Here is the hole itself." Spoke the eerily familiar voice of Shunsui Kyouraku, though with the dialect of a noble man. Undecipherable mutters followed that statement and suddenly the boat began to move into the harbor.

As it was brought in, Gin was sent into the room, in the clothes of a nobleman or well off merchant.

"Follow me," Gin walked out of the room and led the three through the hallways,

"don't try to attack me. I warn you that those cuffs that the young miss has on will explode if I wish it, so watch your step."

Two deathly glares drilled into Gin as Nanao glared at the cuffs on her wrists as if wishing they would disappear. Guiding the three ladies into a small room, hidden from the main part of the tavern as loud voices spilled into the semi dark room as two pairs of eyes looked up from a map that lay on the table.

Light fell upon the fine clothing they wore and their "learned" voices faded as the two men looked at the three standing in the doorway while Gin slipped back into the dark.

"Who are you?" Nanao's voice broke through the carouse laughter that continued to spill in. All three looked at each other. Speechless. Explanations are soon to be given.

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