Hello everyone!
Also, if you do not get some of the names of the chapters, just ask and I'll explain them for you. :)
And again, I apologize for the late update. It is my last two weeks of school before finals and it is very hectic! I will try to get the chapters up on a weekly basis but until June 25th, results may vary.
Anywho, here's chapter 7.

*~Graceful Melody~*

'Ugh it's time to get up already?' I heard the persistent, but light, knocking on my door.

"Sorry, sorry! Coming!"

After quickly throwing my hair up to look halfway decent for whoever was at the door, I transported over.

"Good morning Graciela, I do believe that you will be helping out in my division today?" the vice captain, Isane Kotetsu, asked calmly.

"Of course!" I said, ushering her from my door way into the hall.

"Um…" I began hesitantly, "are you here to get me because I am late?" I asked.

"No of course not!" She reassured.

"Captain Unohana and I recently got a load of paperwork dropped on us."

"So we'll be doing paperwork all day?"

"We will be but not you."

"What? I asked confused.

"You did paper work all day for Hitsugaya Taicho, so Unohana Taicho and I decided that you would be helping out and spending time with some of our patients."

"Oh okay, cool! I love meeting new people!" I smiled and walked into the fourth division along side of her.

"Unohana Taicho is in the next room, just talk with her and she will direct you where to go."

"Okay, thank you Kotetsu fukutaicho!"

"It's no problem Graciela!" she replied.

Sure it was a little awkward talking to her at first, seeing as she was nearly a foot taller than me, but eventually people have to grow on ya.

"Good morning Unohana Taicho." I said before I bowed to show my respect. Most of the customs here already beginning to rub off on me.

"Morning to you too. I hope Isane sent you here to get your task for today, is that correct?" She asked calmly.

"Yes ma'am," I replied respectively.

"Alright, well because of Aizen's betrayal some members of the Gotei 13 were effected with enormous strain and anxiety. One of those especially being Hinamori Momo, Aizen's lieutenant. Although it has been around two months since the incident she still has not fully recovered. Today she is coherent and I think that she needs someone new to help her out, someone who could replace part of the emptiness Aizen left within her."

"Oh wow, that must have been terrible for her. I think I may be able to relate though, what room is she in?"

"She is down the hall, seventh on the left."

"Okay," I said before turning to walk away.

"And Graciela?" Unohana Taicho called, "thank you."

I smiled a warm sincere smile, my mood automatically lifting, and began to walk to Momo's room.

I knocked twice on the already open door just to let her know that I was there.

"Come in," she said meekly.

"I'm Graciela, you can call me Gracie though," I introduced myself.

"Hinamori Fukutaicho," she stated simply.

I didn't know what else to say so I just sat back in the chair and began a mental conversation with Toshiro.

'Toshiro!' I yelled in his mind.

'Gracie! I swear, you almost made me spill more tea over the paper work!'

'Sorry!' I replied back.

'So how are you today, are you going to come over to recopy?'

'Actually Toshiro I'm sorry I can't, I'm helping out Captain Unohana today, maybe tomorrow?'

'No it's alright, Matsumoto just walked in, I'll make her do it.'

'Good luck with that!' I ushered.

'Thanks I'll need it.'

We sat in awkward silence for a little while once my conversation with Toshiro ended.

"So…" I began, "how's life?" Okay, that might not have been the best thing to ask.

"Have you ever loved someone?" she asked out of the blue.

"No," I replied. A strange feeling filled my gut, as if I was lying about never loving anyone before. I shrugged it off to wait for more conversation, but none came.

Silence ensued again and I was thinking of things to say when I noticed a soft sound coming from her. They were soft sobs and there were tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Hinamori Fukutaicho, what's wrong?" I asked surprised and truly worried for the girl.

The only answer I received was an increased intensity of her cries. I got up to close the door to give us some privacy then sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Whoever he is, he isn't worth your tears." I said simply.

"What do you know!" She spat at me angrily, I wasn't offended because I understand where se was coming from. Her sadness turning to anger over her inability to accept that Aizen left.

"I was murdered by my best friends when I was 17. Then I wandered around my town aimlessly watching all of my friends grow up, move away and some of my closest loved ones die."

She made a small sound, the rough intake of air; she was shocked.

"I may understand what you are going through more than you think and if you don't mind, I would like to help you."

She nodded in response and I moved closer to her, sitting indian style, cross legged, symmetrical to her on the bed.

"What exactly happened Hinamori Fukutaicho?"

"If we are going to talk about this then I suggest you call me by my first name, what is a friend if you still use formalities?" I saw a small remnant of a smile form on her face, ah there is hope!

"Not a very good one…" I answered her with a slight giggle.

"Basically what happened is that my whole life I looked up to this one man, basically I wanted to become a shinigami to be able to serve under him. He was my idol and I worked the hardest I ever have to earn his respect. When I finally did achieve that he became my mentor and eventually I was promoted to his vice captain. Over time I began to tell him everything, he became one of the only people I trusted here in seireitei, to the point where I basically began to love him. Then around two months ago, when you were in your coma, he was 'murdered'," she said using air quotes, "not only was I in distress over his death, but he left a note explaining who killed him. Although it turned out just to be part of his master plan, he blamed it on my childhood friend Shiro."

Woah, wait, Shiro as in Toshiro? These guys are old friends?

"I attacked him out of my confusion and ended up hurting myself more than I inflicted harm to him. Not only did I feel like I was torn apart and ripped to pieces but I felt guilty on top of that for attacking my oldest friend. I know that Aizen isn't worth it, rationally I understand that, but my heart… my heart won't. I still love him Gracie, I really do."

Queue the water works, I reached over and hugged her to comfort her, almost like Toshiro did last night. Blah, stupid waves of nostalgia.

"Don't worry Momo it will be alright sooner or later. For instance, when I realized that I was dead and that it was my friends who did it, my mind knew they were horrible people and that I shouldn't even waste brainpower on them but my heart still accepted them as my best friends. I didn't know what to do, but eventually the feelings of shock wore off and I was able to really sit down and think. Now look at me, fifty years later and I end up someplace that I never knew existed all because I moved on with my life. It may seem slow and torturous now but you'll get there, I know you can."

I pulled out of the hug to look her straight in the eye, I could tell that she was absorbing my words, hopefully mulling it over. I wanted to know what she was thinking but I decided to stay out of her mind, why invade the personal space of someone dealing with a heat break on top of a betrayal.

"Thank you Gracie," Momo said after some time with a light smile.

"It's no problem at all." I replied genuinely with a bright smile.

*~Narrators Verse~*

While Gracie and Momo got to talking, Toshiro forced Matsumoto into paper work.

But somewhere in a world connected and made by two minds a sphere or memories began to crack, the potency no less than if they were released one by one but all at once could prove to change the order of events in more than just a few ways.

Two spirits, possibly two others, are discussing this topic and their hosts.

"This could give us more time in the long run."

"Or less."

"Most likely not, time goes to commence it doesn't shorten. There are too many paradigms to result in us having less time."

"What if things have already started changing."

"Then they have already started changing, and we go along with it."

"Tch, easy for you to say, cause you're the cause of it."

*~Graceful Melody~*

"Good afternoon Captain Hitsugaya!"

"Graciela? I thought that you were helping out in the fourth division today? Or is my memory just failing me?" He joked.

"I am, but Captain Unohana let me come here for a break so I could ask you a question," I said.

"And that would be," he urged on.

"If you wanted me to copy the paper work I ruined yesterday?"

"Sure Gracie! You can take over and do the rest if you want. Bye Captain!"

"Matsumoto!" He screamed.

"So I suppose that you ended up getting her to do it?"

"Yea but what are my chances of getting her back now?" A devious smile formed on my face as I turned my head to look out the door.

"Sorry about that, you want me to go get her?" I asked.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked, suspicious.

"Oh nothing, so do you want my help or not?" I asked staring him in his gorgeous turquoise. Within them I found a sense of familiarity I hadn't noticed before. I was loving it though.

"Gladly," he replied then gave a sigh of relief and a short nod.

I nodded my head in agreement, simultaneously tracking her spiritual pressure. Although she managed to hide it quite well, it's no surprise that when I did find hers, it was along with Ikkaku's, Hisagi's and Renji's. Transporting to the room they were all located, this time the lieutenants room in the 9th division, I grabbed her arm and transported out before any complaints were made.

"Pass the sake already will ya- oh… Hi Gracie, Captain. How'd I get here?" She asked, smiling her dopey smile when she knows that she has been caught.

"Matsumoto, I suggest that you sit back down and finish recopying those last few pages."

"But Captainn, you heard Gracie! She's going to finish them!"

"That Matsumoto is where you are wrong. I am not going to finish you work and well, you see; if you didn't automatically assume that I was going to finish it, then I would be back at the fourth division already. But seeing as you wasted my time on break I'm going to get back late, and I don't think that Captain Unohana will be very happy." Matsumoto gulped here, everyone in seireitei is well aware of how scary Unohana can be, "So if you will kindly finish the paper work for Captain Hitsugaya here and not slack off; it will allow me to quickly return and explain to Captain Unohana why I'm late. I would rather not send her to you to get an explanation." I finished my empty threat and opened my eyes, though keeping my cheshire smile, to make sure she was good and scared.

"Is that clear?" I asked, shutting my eyes once more.

"As day, ma-ma'am," she stuttered.

"How about I walk you back and help explain to Captain Unohana," Toshiro continued, "oh and Matsumoto, if I find your absence in my return I will throw out your hidden sake."

"How do you know where it is?" She asked, astonished.

"I have my ways."

She gulped and walked over to her desk shakily.

When Toshiro and I finally made it out side we both gave heavy sighs of relief.

"Do you really know where her hidden sake is?"

"Not a clue."

His smile turned to laughter, which led to the sound of my laugh joining in, and ultimately an awkward silence once the fit was over.

I turned to him, better to get this over with now, "so Toshiro, thanks for everything, really."

I saw him trying to suppress his blush, his tanned skin concealed most of it but there was still a pinkish tint staining his cheeks.

"It's really no problem, really it felt almost natural," he replied absentmindedly.

"You know what, I think I know what you mean. It felt as if I have done that before," I replied.

My suspicions aroused as to why we would both be feeling this strange sense of déjà vu.

"That's exactly what I mean almost as if-"

The rest of his words became slurred, my headache returning. This time it was accompanied by nausea and was at least ten times more painful.

"Toshiro," I called to him as I fell.

He managed to catch me but we both fell moments later. Wordlessly, we were able to communicate what was going on. He grabbed his head in his hands and I assumed it was his head as well.

'What is going on?' I asked him mentally.

'I don't know,' was his short reply.

The pain was becoming too much to bear for me and I felt as if I was loosing consciousness, quickly I sent out a large wave of my spiritual pressure hoping for someone to find us.

A wave of blackness fought with me to take over. But before I could be put out by it; I called out for our last chance at help.

'Unohana Taicho, please help us!'

*~Narrators Verse~*

'Hyourinmaru, what is going on?' Celest asked.

'I must retreat back to Toshiro, the memories, his memories have began to flood back.'

'What?' All three occupants of Graciela's mind called at once.

'Well we were talking about it, we were all aware that it should have happened eventually,' Celest tried to rationalize.

'This shouldn't have happened for another month or so, and slowly at that!' Ry argued, knowing fully this was a bigger problem than Celest was making it to be.

'Yea! They aren't ready to receive all of this information. The way they view everything could be changed, especially their relationships now with each other and others.'

'As long as this information doesn't over load their brains and turn them into vegetables it should be fine. They are both strong, besides it would do them good to finally get back to their real physical characteristics.'

'Very well then, Celest. Ry, Ella, try to keep back as many of the memories as you can, unlike Celest I see the importance of this matter. Though she may be right about a few of those points it is no reason to do nothing about this situation. They may be strong but who knows what could happen, events are going to start changing now. Oh and Celest, whatever you do, make sure the two of them do not connect while in this state,' Hyourinmaru warned.

'If they haven't already,' Ella added pessimistically.

*~Frozen Harmony~*

What is this? Why is my head killing me? Is Gracie alright? Graciela Ivy Cordina… Why is that name so familiar! I mean I know her but still, there's something else there.

'Toshiro!' I heard a distant voice call.

I was not in my inner world of frozen ice, not safe with Hyourinmaru, I was in a different mind. All the scents, the scenes, the familiarity was not there.

There was sun and moonlight at the same time both beings stuck in an eternal eclipse. There was thunder, lightning, rain, and it smelt of the beach. I looked to where the voice called from, my actions slow for the air was palpable. The rain wasn't falling, it was frozen in the sky, just above my head; in time. There were leaves stuck in midair flight as well. Apparently time, nor gravity, were masters here; for now.

Slowly a familiarity dawned on me, I have been here before, the sand I'm walking on. I have heard the same voice before, in fact I have been around her constantly for a while now and even more in my first life.

The moon in it's glorious mastering over the sun, even the few stars that were peeking from the clouds. I knew everything before, I know everything of this place now.

'Graciela,' I called back. Everything here spoke her name.

I remember now, it's all clear. Finally the time has come. I was transported to our normal meeting spot, now with an orb in the middle frozen over in ice, the only imperfection on the whole smooth surface is a long crack, seemingly shallow, through the middle.

'Shiro,' she called, 'it's been so long. I almost didn't remember our world.'

'I still can't believe our zanpakutos created this place,' I took a step forward, the tension that was between us, dissipating.

'I can't believe that after all this time, it's still here, just as we left it,' she stated, taking a step forward.

'I can't believe it took so long for out memories to come back. I've missed you.'

Gradually, we worked our way towards each other, our bodies began reverting back to their normal heights. Mine around 5'10", taller than Kurosaki. Gracie's a tad shorter, around 5'6". The palpability of the air left and time began to unfreeze, the water began to soak our skin. When we met, I grasped her hands in mine, not wanting to ever let go again, never to forget.

Slowly, we turned, my left hand in her right, and walked to the frozen orb to unlock the rest of the memories, the little things, the powers.

'There's no turning back now if we unlock it.'

'If everything goes the same, then it won't matter, we'll know when to get Aizen, it will work this time.'

'Ready?' She asked.

'Always will be,' I replied.

Together we both placed a hand on the orb, sending our reiatsus into it. When it was my turn, I sent more into the orb. The recognition of my reiatsu allowed the ice to unlock causing the shield to gradually fall off, piece, by piece.

Graciela sent some of hers in shortly after, to widen the break in the orb, eventually allowing our hands to pass through.

'Now.' We said simultaneously.

Ripping our hands out, the memories flooded our senses. The remembrance of every touch, slowly tracing up my arm. The kisses, trailing from my neck to my lips burned with passion and desire. Graciela and I fell into each other, the flood of everything too great. Reaching out to her, I found her hand and grasped it before I fell into unconsciousness.

*~Graceful Melody~*

It burned. Everywhere on my body burned. It was too much, the memories too much to handle. One by one the events that are yet to happen, and now probably won't, flooded my mind.

"Alright everybody! The garganta is ripping open there's no time to waste!"

I remember now, the Summer War in the original universe. Aizen nearly won, thank god for our pocket ace.

The war was practically over now, most people laid in the ruins of soul society severely wounded or right on the brink of death. My eyes were permanently widened in shock and would probably stay like that once this is over.

"Gracie," Shiro called.

"Should we really use that now?" I posed to him.

He nodded in response so I began my task while he began to replenish his reiatsu and unlock the stored amount within him. I transported all the injured that I could see laying around, which unfortunately included our best healers. I put up a force field to protect them as well as I could. When I made my way over to Shiro again, Aizen was just standing there watching us, observing us and most likely planning twenty steps ahead for every outcome.

Someone once said to me, that good chess players play at least five steps ahead but great players plan only a step ahead and that that step was always right. I shivered, the comparability to Aizen was uncanny.

'Are you ready?' I sent Shiro the message mentally.

'Always will be,' he responded, as per usual.

"Bankai!" we shouted.

Aizen's eyebrows raised, a good sign or no? Weather or not this was the move he predicted and planned for, it was Aizen so truthfully; one would never know.

"Yunibāsaru, created only to eliminate, cherished only to despise," I called.

The release activated all elements at once and allowed me to use them at their height in power for long periods of time.

"Frozen sky, hundred flowers funeral!" Toshiro called and activated what is my favorite attack of his.

Even in battle I found it amazing how he still managed to think of me. But this time he was taking things too far, even if it works he will end up nearly unconsciousness after the attack. Sometimes I wonder if he even thinks about his well being before protecting everyone else around him.

We nodded and began our plan. I transported behind Aizen and sent ice and water flying towards him, the more I sent the more Toshiro was able to use for his attack. Aizen dodged as we thought and fell right into our trap; as unexpected as it was we went along with it. I ignored the nagging feeling that something was up and concentrated on what lay ahead. The combination of the atmospheric vapors and the extra water I was sending to attack, allowed Toshiro to create more of the frozen snow to fall.

I could tell Toshiro was a little uneasy because of the possibility of all of this to just be a illusion thanks to Aizen's zanpakuto. Multiple times through our fight I reassured him that it wasn't, having never seen Aizen's release I was under no effect of any of his illusions.

I battered Aizen with attack after attack, electric wind especially to keep his muscles from working correctly so his attempts to get away would fail. I was starting to become strained when Toshiro informed me that there were only 10 more flakes left. It was easy to tell we were wearing down rather rapidly now; most of our reiatsu used up. I sucked it up and called Ella into play, the remnants of my hollow mask appearing. Once I felt the newly refreshed power surging through me I charged at Aizen. Swinging down my sword I cut him from left shoulder to right hip, not the deepest cut but enough to make it sting and want to make even the toughest want to wither in pain.

It was a different story with Aizen, he just stood there and, for lack of a better term; took it like a man. My sadistic qualities shone through and pushed me to become frustrated. Which resulted in me using my mental powers to invade Aizen's mind, breaking the promise I made to Shiro at the same time.

It was possible that Aizen's illusions could work on me by our minds connected, but I didn't care. The fight was nearly over and I had to get some sort of reaction out of Aizen other than more of his blood spilling.

I sped through his mind, unlocking every old, tortuous, painful memory I could find. Following a path towards a large source of energy within him, I opened up any mental wounds that I could find. Eventually I made it to the immense energy source, a pure pitch black orb inside a pure white cube floating above my head. It was slowly cracking open, which I assumed was my own doing at the time. Figuring it would cause him the most harm when it finally opened up, I left his mind when Toshiro frantically called me out.

When I regained my own eye sight, the last flake fell and as Aizen collapsed I sent a stream of fire to incinerate his body to be sure that this was over once and for all.

"We did it," Toshiro called.

With a huge smile on my face I deactivated the force field, where some of the healers with minute injuries were beginning to help others.

I met Toshiro, still floating above the remnants of seireitei, and we embraced. I wrapped my arms around his neck while his snaked around my waist. Our foreheads touching, we leaned in for a few quick kisses. I ended it, needed to respond to his earlier statement.

"Toshiro Hitsugaya, in all the time I've known you, it wasn't until recently that I thought I would ever been saying this."

"And that is?" he interrupted with the gorgeous smile of his on his face.

"Shaddup and let me finish will you?"

"Be my guest," he joked.

I heaved a sigh, finally ready to tel him, finally sure of my self, "Toshiro I-"

"Did you honestly think you could get rid of me like that?" Aizen called emotionlessly.

The entire area went dead silent, the small commotions and cheers that it was finally over, abruptly stopped.

"Did you really think that the hogyoku wouldn't form with my soul? That it didn't?"

I was too stunned to say anything, let alone do anything. Toshiro stepped forward as if he was ready to attack; though we both knew he was too shot to do anything.

Before I could pull him back, Aizen shunpo'd and stabbed him through the stomach, pulling up in his sword up through his body until Toshiro fell off and landed on the ground far below with a sickening thud.

With tears in my eyes I glared at Aizen before transporting myself to where Toshiro fell. I landed on my feet right next to him, looking down upon him I realized how bad off he really was, and collapsed to my knees under the weight of immense sadness.

I buried my head in his chest, my arms wrapped around him, or what was left of him for that matter. The tears I was crying; the worst ever. There was fear, anger, sadness, everything mixed into one hell of an emotional breakdown.

'Gracie,' Toshiro's voice rang through my mind.

'Shiro… no… oh please no!' I cried back to him.

'Hyourinmaru is talking to Celest now. We are going to use the rest of our reiatsu to save everyone.'

'As long as I go along side you I'll agree to whatever they decide to do.'

I relaxed into Toshiro as Celest brought us into our shared world.

'Gracie are you sure that you agree?' Celest posed.

'Of course. If it is going to save everyone I don't care what happens.'

'Alright.'

'So what exactly is the plan?' Toshiro asked.

Hyourinmaru answered, 'with the remainder of our reiatsu we are going to literally freeze time, then slowly Celest is going to destroy the universe, and allow it to revert back to the original elements so it can restart again. The memories, of everything that has just occurred will be locked within this world, this special bond between the two of you. When the time comes, the memories will come back and this will revert back to the way it was before. Until you both remember, the sequence of the new universe will go exactly the same as this one has gone. Once you both remember, things will begin to change from the way this has been; for the time after the last reset was never mapped out or explored. But do not forget that the two of you are responsible for the fate of the world. Once this universal 'reset' as you can call it, happens, it cannot ever be made again. The ability to destroy the universe will be trapped within three swords, to ensure that if you fail yet again, it truly is the end. Now are you both absolutely sure you want to go through with this? You will forget each other and-'

'We'll do it,' Toshiro and I both interrupted.

To justify my choice I added, 'and eventually we will meet again, we will remember again and we will have the future in our hands.'

'It's final then,' Celest concluded.

Slowly the inner world shrank away and my vision returned. Lifting my head up, I could feel the fabric of the time space continuum falling apart and reversing as well as my memories slipping away.

The last thing I heard was Aizen's maniacal laughter. The last thing I saw was Aizen issuing his final attack on Soul Society, a blast, equivalent to nearly 100 atomic bombs in the human world. A white light before, finally, my last memories drained away and I collapsed back onto Toshiro.

Little did I know but time reverted its self, the fundamental basis of life breaking down to be reformed again. Space fell in on its self until a single countdown was left until the formation of our universe. The immediate expansion of the universe, a second big bang, sent the new universe onto the same track. The same fate foreshadowing catastrophe.