A/N: Hellos! Guess what! Today's (WEDNESDAY) Moriko's actual birthday! I hope I can write the Autumn Special before then... Well I guess I could get it up. Just a few more chapters until the end! Nothing much in this chapter. Just that Moriko leaves for Urahara's to learn her Ban-kai. Well I hope you guys like it!!

Chapter Twenty-Four

Screaming was what the soul reapers heard. Moriko had a small bag slung on her shoulder, and two pale arms around her waist.

"I don't want you to go!!" Cried Toushirou. He held a tight grip around her waist, making it hard to breath. She dragged him down the hall, other members stared.

"But I have to go!" Moriko yelled over his screaming.

"But I'm going to die without you!!!" He screamed. Moriko had to take that into thought, she was the one who saved him from the Menos Grande. She smirked at the thought.

"You're right." She said, Toushirou's face lit up his face damp from fake tears.

"So does that mean you're going to stay?" He said, rejoice in his voice.

"No." Toushirou screamed again.

"Wah! I want you to stay!!!" He yelled like a small child. Moriko rolled her eyes.

"Pff. And they say I'm a child..." She muttered. Toushirou looked up at her, his lips curved down in a scowl. Moriko laughed quietly to herself. Her warm hand landed onto his cool spiked head.

"Don't worry! Urahara said for my kind of power it'll only take about a month or so." She said, Toushirou's frown deepened.

"I'll be dead by the time you come back." He said sadly. Moriko laughed again, this time another laugh joined in.

"Just don't kill yourself when I'm gone." Moriko said before pulling him into a kiss. Toushirou snapped out of his sorrow once her lips brushed past his. The kiss went on for eternity, not saying it was a bad thing. He wished it could go on. Go on and never stop. He hadn't notice that Moriko had pulled away until the warmth from his cool lips faded. He opened his eyes, seeing that Moriko had already stepped into the beaming light that emanated from the Senkaimon. His shoulders dropped, she was gone. He groaned, and dragged himself into his office. 'A whole month without her? Was this the right thing to do..? Let her go on her own with a perverted old man? Well at least Yoruichi was there...' He thought to himself quietly. Toushirou pulled out a black pen, and a bottle of ink. He uncapped it, the smell of black ink coiled around in the room, pushing the burnt smell of Moriko out. Toushirou sighed, sprawling words onto the blank piece of paper.

..........

The wooden doors slid open, a new world opened to Moriko. It was the middle of summer, the sun beamed down on the people, the smell of beaches and sand. It was so intoxicating. Just as intoxicating as the icy burn that lingered in Moriko's system. She sighed adjusting her bag, strolling down the blank sidewalk. Moriko took her time getting to Urahara's, she wanted to bask in the summer day light. Her zanpactou rattled in its sheath, Moriko looked down at it. She pulled the thin katana out from its sheath, a small red fox hopped out. It barked at her, clearly bragging about how it will kick Moriko's ass.

"You say one more word and I'll ring that little neck of yours." The fox huffed, its lips folded up in a grin. The small fox pompously strolled down the empty streets next to its master. The two turned into a closed up part of land, a small shop sitting in the middle. Moriko saw Urahara sitting out on the wooden porch, Yoruichi in his lap.

"Oh hello, hello!" He sang waving his fan around while Moriko walked over to them. The small fox barked at Urahara, he smiled.

"Is this the little devil?" Urahara asked through song.

"You can see it?" Moriko asked.

"Of course I can!!"

"But Taicho and fukutaicho can't see it."

"That's because I'm special..!" Urahara whispered. Yoruichi grunted, a small laugh escaped her lips. Urahara elbowed her slightly. Urahara guided Moriko into a small room where a smaller door sat.

"This is the 'special room' I was talking about! You can stay as long as you want in there! You should know that you cannot leave until you achieve your goal. This little devil won't be a fox once you enter." Moriko looked at him puzzled.

"What do you mean?" She asked looking down at the small fox.

"I mean that he will come out of his little foxy body and be a person -excuse me- spirit." Urahara explained. Moriko nodded slowly, but realized something.

"Wait! You know it's a he?!" She asked.

"Yes. It's pretty obvious actually." Urahara said, the fox barked again.

"Oh yes you are! Oh yes you are!!" Urahara squealed. Moriko rolled her eyes. Urahara opened the door, a sandy wind flew past Moriko's warm face. She stepped into the room, amazed to see what was in it. It was a dry land, sand, dirt, grass. A desert is how you would put what Moriko saw. She stepped in farther, the fox scurried in.

"Have fun now!" Urahara sang before he closed the door behind her. Moriko turned her head to look back at the door, it wasn't there. A small sand-storm blew past her, she looked down. That small fox was gone, but something else more astonishing was that there were hundreds of zanpactou that filled the giant piece of land. Some one was standing in front of her, they were holding something as well. The sand blew past, Moriko's eyes widen.

"Oh my god." She said breathlessly. She saw a tall man dressed in red and black, a long tail of fire flickered when the wind past. His hair was stained red, with dark streaks in them. His lips were curved up in a grin, his skin paler than a sheet of paper. He held a long, red katana in his thin pale fingers.

"It's nice to be in a human body." He said stretching his arms a bit. His voice was as smooth as butter, sweet yet fierce. His hair was short, stopping below his neck covering his left eye. Small ears pointed out from his dark hair. His other eye revealed a bark crimson color. He stared back at Moriko, his lips pouted out.

"Is something wrong? Why are you staring at me like that, master?" He said mockingly. Moriko rolled her eyes.

"It's just that I've never expected you to be..." She answered drifting off.

"To be so damn sexy?!" He asked striking a pose. Moriko shook her head in disapproval.

"I thought you would be less...."

"SEXY?!" He screamed.

"BE LESS ANNOYING!" Moriko screamed back. The man flinched, his eyes spoke hurt. His lips curved up into a grin, Moriko stared.

"Whatever! I don't need your approval of whether I'm sexy or not." He started, Moriko shrugged a bit.

"So here are the rules." He said his grinning stretching from one ear to the other.

"They're more than enough zanpactou in here to give to the entire soul society!!" He exclaimed. Moriko looked at him in disbelief.

"Really?" She asked raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Fine, not really. But there are more than one obliviously. So the catch is that you have to find the right one." He explained. Moriko nodded slowly.

"But how will I know if I find the right one?" She asked, he chuckled lightly.

"This is where the fun part comes in!!" He chimed, Moriko stared at him like he was an idiot.

"While you're looking for the right zanpactou.." He sneered, "We have to fight!!" He finished hopping around. Moriko looked at him, this time she stepped forward from her spot.

"Really? We have to fight?" She asked, he nodded happily.

"Wow. I wasn't expecting this."

"I know! Me too! Me too!" He sang. He tapped the red katana at his shoes then at his shoulder.

"Well are you ready?" He asked smiling. Moriko huffed, hopping down from where she stood. Her fingers coiled around the first zanpactou she saw.

"Hell yeah I'm ready."

"Bring it on!"

Meanwhile...

Rangiku walked into her Taicho's office, what she found made her jump and scream.

"Oh my god!! TAICHO!!" She screamed, running over to the body hanging over the table.

"Oh my god, oh my god! Taicho!!!" She screamed over and over again. She lifted his 'dead' body and shook him. His eyes fluttered open, he stared at his fukutaicho.

"Oh hi Rangiku! What's going on?" He asked standing up, scratching his head a bit.

"Are you okay Taicho?" Rangiku asked. Toushirou looked at her, puzzled composed in his eyes.

"Of course I'm fine!" He said walking to his bed room. Rangiku followed quickly.

"You seem...um...How should I put it?" Rangiku said floating off. Toushirou turned to look at her.

"Out of the ordinary..." She finished, Toushirou looked at her with skepticism.

"Oh Rangiku! Did you have a drink today?" He asked sitting down on his bed. Rangiku sat down next to him, her hand landed on his head.

"Taicho?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you sad that Moriko-chan isn't here?" Rangiku asked slowly. Toushirou kept an unsteady smile on his face.

"Mmm hmm." He said with his mouth closed. Rangiku frowned.

"Taicho....?"

"Fine I doooo!" He cried, burying his face in Moriko's pillow. He inhaled. The light smell of her lingered in the pillow. It was no longer a burnt out fire, but a fire that grew strong. The wood burnt slowly, but fiercely. Something touched his back, he sprung up quickly.

"It's okay Taicho! She'll be back soon." Rangiku said, reassurance in her voice. Toushirou tried to smile, and nodded.

Cuts, burns, discovery.