A/N: This chapter is going to be like really sad and emo. Also pretty gory. So I warn you my lovelies! Enjoy!

Chapter Nineteen

Moriko and Rangiku hopped of the balcony, going for the hollow. They both ran towards it, pulling their zanpactous out of its sheath. A small red fox on Moriko's back hopped into the zanpactou, her eyes automatically turning from bright orange to a deathly maroon. Moriko jumped up trying to slice Menos Grande, but it swept her away like dust. She stopped in mid air, her arm wrapped around her stomach. She couched once, then again this time the taste of iron filled her mouth. Moriko looked at her hand, it was as red as her eyes. She scowled, wiping the onto the blade of her zanpactou, she opened her mouth to speak.

"Kanpunakimade Yakedo!" She yelled out, the blood on the zanpactou began to smoke. Moriko ran towards the hollow, slitting a small cut into the hollow. The hollow bellowed in pain, shaking around like a maniac. Rangiku jumped down and stared at Moriko.

"What the hell did you just do?!" She screamed.

"Well my zanpactou reacts to my blood. So if I put some of my blood onto the edge it will burn whatever I cut from the inside. I know I can do more, I just don't know what to call out for the others." Moriko said with a grin.

"That's amazing! So your zanpactou is sort of like Rukia-chan's, right?" Rangiku asked.

"Well I haven't seen Rukia-chan release her zanpactou." Moriko said sheepishly.

"Well she has 'dances' for her zanpactou. They attack in a different way, sort of like you." Rangiku explained, Moriko nodding. The hollow screamed, they both looked at each. A dark arm was going for them, Rangiku hopped out of the way. Moriko lifted her zanpactou, stopping the arm the flesh of the hollow beginning to steam. A puff of black smoke escaped from the hollows flesh, it roared in pain. It pulled away, slapping Moriko again. This time she fell to the ground.

Her raven black hair fell over her face, she hit the ground abruptly. Everyone looked down at her, Moriko sat up and grabbed her left arm. She cried out in pain, pulling it tighter to her body. The small fox hopped out of the zanpactou, Moriko's eyes going back to a bright orange.

"Dammit! Go back in there! I'm fine." Moriko screamed at it. The fox's ears fell, it whined in a high pitch tone. Toushirou hopped down from the air, staring at Moriko.

"Who are you talking to?!" He asked, kneeling down beside her.

"It's no one." Moriko answered, getting up. The fox bit her shin, Moriko glared at it. It then hopped into the zanpactou, her eyes red again.

"I don't think you should fight anymore." Toushirou said, concern written in his eyes. Moriko looked back at him and sighed.

"But Taicho! I'm fine. I just fell on my arm." Moriko said. He placed his hands on her shoulder, Moriko gasped in pain. He looked at her.

"That doesn't sound like fine to me." He said. Moriko frowned, she ducked from under his grip, grabbing her zanpactou. She started to walk away, Toushirou grabbed her bad arm. Moriko yelled out, falling to one knee.

"Please, you're going to get hurt again." Toushirou said to her.

"But I want to help!" She said to him, turning around.

"You've done enough." He said.

"But wha-" Moriko was cut off there, a cool finger landed on her lips.

"If you die.." He paused.

"I will never forgive myself." Toushirou finished. She let that sink in, then she slowly nodded. Toushirou smiled, then they both stood up. He guided her quickly back into the Soul Society, and into his office. Moriko sat down on the couch, Toushirou walking towards the door. He turned around and waved to her, she waved back. The door closed, Moriko stared out the window.

"Of course I have to stay here and watch the office." She said to herself, the girl sighed. She watched all of them cut at the hollow, it screamed in pain. Then she saw Toushirou step out, he released his zanpactou. Then he did something else. Something Moriko had never seen him do. She looked at Ichigo, what happened to his Soul Reaper uniform? She looked at Renji, he was also in a change of clothes as well. Then she looked at Ikkaku, he held up three big blades.

Moriko was amazed by all this, then she saw something else. She looked at Toushirou, a mist formed around him then disappeared. Moriko's jaw dropped, he had wings made of ice. She watched all of then fight gracefully, especially Toushirou. She looked at Ichigo, his zanpactou was most peculiar. When it's in its shi-kai, it's bigger than most. But when he does whatever he just did it looks normal, just thinner.

Just when Moriko was admiring Ichigo's zanpactou, something shattered. Moriko looked around, nothing had broken until she noticed someone was missing. Her eyes scanned each face.

"Ichigo, Rukia, Rangiku, Renji, Ikkaku, Uryuu, Chad...." Moriko's eye widen. Toushirou was missing.

"Oh shit!" She yelled out, jumping off the couch. Moriko rushed down the filled halls, she pushed the heavy doors open. Moriko ran outside, sparks falling from the zanpactous. She followed the thin trail of ice into the forest, the ice melted revealing diluted trail of blood. The trail became thicker and thicker with each step. At the end she something white with patches of red.

Moriko ran over there, getting a closer look. She gasped at the sight, her hands over her mouth. A small tear rolled down her face. She kneeled down next to the body, she flipped him over. Toushirou's pale skin had splotches of red across them, his captains cloak stained red.

She placed her head at his chest, she heard a faint heart beat. Moriko's heart began to race.

"No, no, no, no. Please no." Moriko said over and over to herself. Then she placed her ear against his mouth. Nothing. Tears chased after each other across her face. She quickly pulled her hair around her neck and placed her lips onto his. She blew air into his mouth, over and over again. Still nothing.

Moriko lifted his body and held him in her arms. Tears fell down her face and landed on his.

"Why did it have to like this?" She asked the lifeless body. Nothing.

"I never told you how much I l-loved you." She said through a sob. She stroked his blood stained hair. Moriko looked up.

"I am not letting you go just yet." Moriko said getting up. She looked around for his zanpactou, hoping it would work. She saw something shimmer behind a shrub, Moriko ran over to it and riffled through the shrub. She was in luck, she found the zanpactou. Moriko ran back over to Toushirou, picking up his body.

Moriko cried out in pain, trying to support his weight. She waltzed over to the zanpactou, picking it up from the blade. Her hand began to bleed, the hot blood spilled down the blade. She tapped the halt onto the blood-stained ground, hoping the Senkaimon would open.

She waited, losing hope. Until two wooden doors appeared, they opened and Moriko rushed in. It took her where she wanted to go, the squad four corridor. Moriko ran down the halls, Toushirou's body in her arms, in search of Unohana-Taicho. She went down to the end of the hall, seeing two large doors. Moriko pressed her back against it, and pushed it open. Unohana looked up and Moriko stepped in.

"Oh hell-" She paused there looking at Toushirou's body.

"Unohana-Taicho! Please save him!" Unohana stepped from behind her desk, her fukutaicho follow.

"I will right away, just give me him." She said taking Toushirou from Moriko's weary arms.

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Hours went by, Moriko sat in the infirmary alone. Then the doors clicked open. She turned her head quickly to the operation room, no one. Then she turned her head to the doors, Renji stepped in.

"Oh! Abarai-Fukutaicho. How did this go out there?" Moriko asked, Renji sitting beside her.

"Not so good. The bastard got away." He replied, resting his chin on his hand.

"Oh." Moriko said, turning her head to the operation room.

"So how is grouchy doing?" Renji asked, Moriko turned her head to face him.

"Not good. I found him in the forest, blood was everywhere." Moriko said, reliving the moment. She turned her head back to the operation room, Renji's big hand landed on her head. She turned around quickly.

"Don't worry. This happens to him a lot. Once when we went to Los Noches he was practically dead when we found him." Renji said, Moriko nodded.

"So will he be okay?"

"I don't know. Unohana does this all the time. We always wonder how she can heal him like that." Renji looked down onto the floor, a puddle of blood was under Moriko's hand. Drip, drip, drip. It went.

"Are you okay? Your hand is bleeding." He said. Moriko looked down at the puddly of blood and shrugged.

"It's just a scratch." Renji furrowed his brow.

"How could a damn scratch make so much blood?!" He asked taking her hand. There was thin, but long cut down the palm of her hand. Renji looked at her, then her hand again.

"What the hell is that?! Where did you get that?!" He questioned. Moriko pulled her hand away, pulling her sleeve over it.

"I cut myself with Taicho's zanpactou." Moriko said sheepishly. Renji sighed and stood up.

"Well you tell that grumpy bitch I stopped by, okay?" He said. Moriko nodded while he stepped out of the infirmary. Then the doors clicked. Unohana stepped out, her white gloves red.

"Unohana-Taicho!" Moriko began standing up.

"Toushirou will be fine." She said with a sincere smile. Moriko let out a gust of air and smiled.

"So can I see him right now?"

"No. I'm afraid not. He needs to rest, but you are welcome to visit tomorrow." Unohana said. Moriko smile widen on her face. A tear rolled down her face.

"What's wrong?" Unohana asked, her head slightly go to the side.

"I'm just happy he's alright." Moriko said wiping the tear away. Unohana smiled and patted Moriko on the shoulder.

"Thank you." Moriko said to her.

"You are very welcome." She said.

With each step, laughter will fill your ears.