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The next few days were torture for me. I was forced to hide in a dark alley in the world of the living while concealing my reiatsu. I bumped into a few soul reapers at some point and I knock them out and dump their bodies behind some building. My hollow has been approaching me with some "confrontations"

While I was having one of these "confrontations", two hooded figures approached me and I thought they were the Omeitskidos. I woke up days later with a metallic taste in my mouth. Crap, I was drugged, I thought. The room was dark but suprisingly warm and I heard voices outside the door.

"She's awake. What do we do? If we don't send her to them, her hollow will consume her and with the level of her reiatsu, we'll have a hard time fighting back."

"I want to, but what if she dies, Kisuke? She could be a great ally in the future."

My head only grasped onto one word. Kisuke. Which meant the other voice belonged to none other than Yoruichi Shihion. Where were they going to take me? I felt a wave of nausea and saw a tube strapped to my arm. Crap , I was being drugged again.

Matsumoto had just returned from the world of the living and her report was of no use to Toshiro. Over the past few days, they had searched for the traitor Kurohime Hinamoto but to no avail. She had knocked out or avoided all the search groups and easily decapitated all the survallience in the world of the living. Once in a while, they would get a clue to where she was going from blood puddles on the ground which meant she was still wounded.

Soi Fon was furiously searching for her commander and when she wasn't, she spent all her free time in her room. Aizen was still in no condition to be walking and his fukutaicho had not seen a thing. Matsumoto was still in denial that her "little" Hime-chan had deserted her post and turned to a renegade Soul Reaper. Toshiro on the other hand had accepted the truth and swore to his core being that he would hunt her down and bring her to justice.

That night, when he fell asleep he received a visit from none other than Shirobarakaze. "This will be the last time I'll see you. You've failed to prevent harm to my mistress and now she is suffering the consquences."

He exploded from these words. "What consquences? She brought this on herself when she attacked Aizen! I watched her do it myself and you helped her."

"I suppose you think that Kurohime has betrayed you and joined forces with hollows, right boy?! You think she would throw away all that she worked for to join her enemies?!" Shirobara's tone was sharp and angry but it turned into a soft whisper. "You don't know what she has experience in the past. I suppose when she wakes up, she'll still deny that she is part hollow now. You just don't understand, boy. You just seen images from her mind. Goodbye, Toshiro Hitsuguya." Shirobarakaze slowly dissolved into nothing as he tried to reach out to her.

Toshiro woke up in cold sweat. He dug his fingernails deep into his palm until it bled. Why does this have to be so damn hard, he thought.

I woke up with blinding headache and a stinging cheek. All around me were people that seemed vaguely familiar but blurry. My vision cleared and I saw Yoruichi Shihoin and Shinji Hirako. I guess that Shinji had slapped me and Yoruichi had gave me more mediacation then nescessary. "Hime-chan, I've haven't seen you in a while. My god, you've grown in past few years." Her friendly face quickly melted into a serious expression. "I've brought you here so you could gain control over you hollow. Hirako-san here will teach you and when you're done, I'll come and collect you."

That was not a very encouraging speech especially when I took it to be "collect what's left of you". They sealed me in a kido barrier and I thought I was down for the count. I was in a flower covered world, my inner world. Sitting in a cherry tree was a paler version of me. She sneered and drew her sword and lunged for my head so I replied with a parry of mine. "You've gotten soft, Hime-san! What happened between you and that boy?!"

I flew at her and aimed a kick at her head. I missed but I hit something and there was a cracking sound afterwards. I held my blade in my left hand, the blade facing outward while the other version of me held her by the regular soul reaper standards. I gave her a roundhouse kick to her head and she caught my leg and threw me back.

"You've really gotten weaker! I can't believe that a bitchy girly like you became the Commander of the Omeitskidos!" She slashed at my arm and her katan found its mark. My right arm was now incapitated. "You're scared of blood right?! Let's see if you like it when I spill as much of it on you!" I dodged her next attack and shunpoed behind her. My blade was poised at her neck, ready to strike. "I never knew that I could be so talkative. It just disgust me." She kicked at me and I had to shunpoed to a safe distance.

"Let's end this quickly, Hime-san. Sashi Muko, Shirobarakaze!" The blade flew into the air and dissolved into pieces. Then a black wind blew past me and nearly ripped me to pieces if I hadn't shunpoed away.

I released my Shirobarakaze and the familiar staff materialized into my hands. My opponent's was exactly the same, but it was white and gold while mine was black and silver. The wind stirred up the petals and one of them cut me. I looked over and the identical cut appeared on my hollow's cheek.

"IZAYOI GEKKO," we both cried.

The battle had ended with a huge explosion and I feared that I might have lost.

The next morning, Toshiro himself set out for the world of the living. This time he went with Kurohime's fukutaicho, Soi Fon. She didn't say a word as they past through the Dangai or when she went her separate way to search for her commander. He quickly sensed a strong reiatsu in the distance and was about to follow it when a man and a woman stood in the direction he was going to go. "Hitsuguya-taicho, is it? Nice to meet you. I'm Kisuke Urahara and this is my partner, Yoruichi, but you already know this I suppose."

Yoruichi turned her head over to his direction and he was slightly intimadated by the glare she was giving him. "You will give up your search for Kurohime Hinamoto. Go back to the Soul Society and tell them she is dead or else." He drew his Hyorinmaru to attack her, but Kisuke countered it with a cane. "I see you are going to learn the hard way." They withdrew and prepared to attack when a voice cried over the distance. "Hitsuguya-taicho! Are you okay?" Kisuke and Yoruichi turned to each other, nodded, and shunpoed off into the distance where the reiatsu was coming from. Soi Fon materialized into view and asked what was wrong. He didn't what to think right now.

I woke up to find I was alive.

"That was such a relief, Hime-san. I thought you were dead."

"Where are we," I asked. The room was big and cold.

"I don't have a clue. Kisuke Urahara moved you here."

How oblivious I've become since my arrival in the world of the living. The light was blinding and I thought I was seeing sky(?) Yoruichi sat next to me and when she saw I was awake, she grabbed my hand and yanked me upward. I fell back down when her grip suddenly disappeared. A black cat had then jumped on my head raked its claws across my forehead. It didn't hurt as much, but it was stinging. "Get up, Kurohime."

At first I thought it was Kisuke because the voice was male, but there was no one here but me and the cat. "Yoruichi-sama," I asked quietly. "Yes," came the reply from my head. Holy Smokes! The cat was Yoruichi!

The cat jumped off my head and suddenly there stood Yoruichi-sama again. Except she was was naked. My mind was reeling from what had just happened. Yoruichi-sama was a cat? "You seem very surprised, Hime-san. This is my second form. During stealth missions, I use this form to sneak around. Of course if I kill any men, they get a good last look at the world before they go down."

She gave me a hearty laugh and began to grab my collar. I back away from her in a flash. "What are you doing, Yoruichi?" "What do you think, Hime-chan. I gonna teach how to do this technique." Well, that explained things although I want to do this alone and not want to show my naked self to anyone unlike Yoruichi. She seemed so at home by parading her nude self around, while I was squeamish around any outfit that showed anything below my midriff.

Somehow she got what I wanted and explained how to do it. "You need to picture yourself as a cat. Picture yourself doing all the things a cat would do, but add a dose of reiatsu. Make it small possible." Then she smirked and walked up to the ladder and climbed up.

"Picture yourself as a cat, Hime-san. Picture yourself as a furry feline, eating raw fish and licking yourself."

"Not helping, Shirobara." I pictured myself jumping from tree to tree, sinking my razor sharp claws into anyone who comes my way, and drinking milk. I added a small amount of reiatsu as possible and suddenly I was trapped in a warm bundle of black. What the hell happened?

"You're stuck in a pile of your own clothes, Hime-san. Look at you. You're adorable."

I wanted to say shut up but all that came out was a loud mew. Right now there was one thought that occupied my mind. How do I turn back! "Oh my, Hime-chan. For the fastest person who fought with her hollow and won, you have no idea how to do the easiest things." I scrabbled out of my clothes to face a black cat. "You look good as a cat. But first picture yourself as a human and you're back. Give it a try." I didn't budge and she suddenly got what I wanted. "When you're done, get dressed and you can come up for some food."

I dressed as fast I could and jumped up the ladder. Awaiting me were Kisuke, Yoruichi, and a man that Yoruichi had told me was Tessai. "You should eat first, Hime-chan. We'll talk after," said Kisuke. I scarfed down my rice and curry as fast as I could wothout choking. Tessai leaned over to take away the dirty bowl. "Kurohime-chan, as you know you are a wanted fugative form the Soul Society. We are going to fake your death."

How was my first question but I was intrigued so I listened on. "We are going to take a gigai that looks like you and plant it somewhere where soul reapers would find it." Tessai took out a bundle wrapped in cloth and unwrapped it. It revealed an exact copy of me, flawless. But it was missing one thing, a reiastu, a life. "We are going to stand by the location waiting for the next patrol. We need you to let your reiatsu run loose enough to attract soul reapers. But before they come, we'll switch you and replace you with the gigai."

It was several hours before the sunset and we head off to our desired location.

Toshiro was not about to give up so easily, especially now that he knew Kisuke and Yoruichi was still alive. That night he, Matsumoto, and Soi Fon were going to try one last time. They hurried past the Dangai and once they arrived in the world of the living, they were pelted with an insane reiatsu. "Taicho, over there! Kurohime's reiatsu!"

Toshiro quickly shunpoed off into the distance, relieved that there were no trouble getting to his target. His fukutaicho and Soi Fon followed him or to be exact, Soi Fon had long past him even though he had set out first. Toshiro was shocked by what he saw. She was staggering and her body was convulsing. Her reiatsu was swirling around her like a fog. A huge blood puddle surrounded her and her eyes were switching back and forth from silver to red. Her body was cut in several places and her hakama was torn to provide bandages for her wounds.

She screeched and clutched her head, falling to her knees. Suddenly her body jerked upwards and a huge cut had appeared on her chest. She stopped jerking and went still, her body suddenly dropped back to the ground. Toshiro ran up to her and picked up her limp body. Her fatal wounds leaked blood that had dripped to his hands and haori.

Soi Fon ran up to him and glanced down to her former commander. "She's dead. Let us go back." Matsumoto came up to her and laid a hand on the girl's shoulder and shook her head. Matsumoto looked at Toshiro for moment and led Soi Fon back to the Senkeimon gate. But all Toshiro could think about Hinamoto's last moments. Most people in the seireitei would have said this was a fitting end for her, but to him it was insult to her memory. Even though she had betrayed the Soul Society, she was his friend.

Her dull, wine colored eyes stared up at him, frozen forever in a picture of pure terror, so he shut them and made it look like she was resting. He hugged her close to his chest, the scent of roses and blood mixed together permeated the air. It was only now that he had realized that how much she meant to him.

I limped back to Urhahra's hideout. Yoruichi was carrying me due to the fact that I had wasted to much of my reiatsu animating that doll. They were all nodding their head that I gave a good performance to convince the Soul Society that I was dead. Tommorow I was going back to Shinji Hirako and ask if he'd train me to control my hollow. My display earlier had made me worry that if I didn't control her, she'd eat me alive. But tonight I'll rest and try not to think of that look that occupied Toshiro's usual cold mask.

Matsumoto was worried about her taicho, especially when he didn't even tell her to finish paper work. Instead she accompanied him to the Squad 2 barracks. He was silent all the way there. "Matsumoto, I would like it if you go back to the barracks. I would like to go for a walk." The busty fukutaicho nodded, then vanished in a flash.

Toshiro walked to the captain's office. It was dark and eerily silent. The desk still held what she was still working on. A small portrait of Kurohime and himself. It was unfinished, but the details as always was accurate down to the littlest thing. He was touched that she had decided to paint his likeness and saw a little message written on the corner. "You look so funny when you smirk so I wanted to paint this for you!"

The picture was staged somewhere between a winter wonderland and a flowery meadow. The meadow was half finished, but in the middle was Toshiro smirking and Kurohime. Laughing and hugging him.

He searched for something else that was suppose to be on her desk, but it was gone. Her journal was gone.

"She's gone, boy. I thought you hated her when she betrayed us. So why are you still sulking?"

He didn't answer, but he slipped the frame into his robes and left the office in silence.


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