A/N: And I'm back again! :D It so great that you all are easygoing enough to not kill me when I decide to post forever and a half later! ... Right? XD

One Year

A Simple Mistake

"Look, Karin! I got a letter," Yuzu brandished the white envelope happily, smiling at her twin. Karin undid the tie that held her zanpakuto sheath to her waist, putting the sword on her bed before she ambled over to her sister. She peered at the letter—it was very basic, with no return address, and a handwritten scrawl of letters that Karin had to assume was her sister's name. The stamp was what actually threw her off, though. It was Japanese, signifying that this letter did not come from Soul Society.

"Someone must have paid hell on postage…" she muttered, folding her arms as her sister shot her an exasperated look. Yuzu pulled the letter back and looked around for a sharp edge to open the envelope with, clearly not wanting to rip it with her fingers. Karin smirked and picked up her sword, unsheathing it and holding the edge about a foot away from her twin, "Here."

Yuzu hesitated for a minute before gently taking the flat of the blade, holding it steady as she ran the tip under the envelope's flap. It tore easily, and Karin took her time sheathing the sword as Yuzu pulled out the letter and began to read.

"Who's it from?" Karin inquired, lazily eyeing her sister.

She didn't respond, her chocolate brown eyes squinted in confusion as she read. Karin walked to the head of Yuzu's bed and peered over her shoulder, noting that the letter was only about a paragraph long. She couldn't make out what the scrawl was meaning to say, and she was willing to bet that Yuzu couldn't either.

"Karin, what's 'he Oodliss'?" she asked, blinking at the paper.

Staring a bit harder, Karin noticed the name at the bottom of the letter and howled in laughter. Yuzu twisted around, trying to see her sister, and maybe realize what amused her so much. Karin left the head of the bed, stumbled to her own bed, and collapsed on it, still shaking with snickers. Her zanpakuto lay forgotten beside her.

"Karin?" Yuzu frowned slightly, a bit put out by missing this apparently hilarious joke.

The dark-haired girl took a few deep breaths and sat up, "God, his attempt is just pathetic!" she broke out into another round of chortles.

"Who's?"

"Come on, Yuzu," Karin snapped her fingers. "Get with the program. There's only one guy who calls you a 'goddess'."

Yuzu furrowed her brow, deep in thought. She looked at the letter again, studying the name. Finally realization dawned on her as she reread it, "Jinta?"

"And bingo was her name-o," Karin snorted.

"Why would Jinta write me a letter?"

The dark-haired girl shrugged, lethargic now that the mystery of the anonymous letter had been solved, "Who knows? He probably figures that it's been too long since he's seen you, and as such got the urge to try and write a letter. Clearly Urahara never taught him penmanship."

Yuzu looked at the letter sadly, "That's a shame. He might have had something important to say."

At the Urahara Shop

"Manager! Did my letter get delivered yet?" a red-haired boy sprinted to the front of the shop, where Urahara was seated, drinking tea.

The shop owner looked up, blinking in mild surprise at the forcefulness of his young assistant, "That it did. Rukia headed back to Soul Society today, and I made sure to give it to her. So, unless she was trapped somewhere between here and there, your letter undoubtedly arrived at it's destination."

"Um, Jinta?" Ururu padded silently into the main room as well, looking meek and submissive as always. Her bangs jostled slightly with each step, and her pale blue eyes drooped vaguely, giving her a depressed atmosphere.

The red-headed boy whirled around, "What, Ururu?" he snapped.

She reached into her pocket, unfazed by his tone. She pulled out a crisp, white piece of paper, folded three times to fit into a standard-sized envelope, "I found this when I was cleaning."

Jinta's eyes widened as he saw it, and his hand shot out, snatching it from Ururu's palm. He tore it open, and his mouth fell agape. Urahara and Ururu leaned closer to find out what the paper was.

"I sent Yuzu the wrong letter!" Jinta wailed, throwing back his head. "She'll never figure out what I said now!"

"Did you give her the original copy?" Urahara asked, taking another sip of his tea.

"Yes, that's the problem. Ururu didn't write this one before I got a chance to type it. It's my handwriting on that letter!" he tore up the typed one angrily, eyes blazing.

Urahara paused, thinking this through, then laughed lightly. At Jinta's livid glare, he cracked a grin, "At least we know Karin will get a good laugh from it."

A/N: Gotta feel bad for Jinta. :P