Whoa, that took longer then I expected, but I have a reason. The dreaded summer school. well enjoy :)


"We have reason to believe that the fugitive, Hinamoto, Kurohime, has fled the city with Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi Shihoin. But she has left several decoys in Karakura that says so otherwise, Ma'am."

Soi Fon gave a nod and the soul reaper left without another word. Currently, the two captains who were assigned to bring back Kurohime Hinamoto were having difficulties with their task. Their target has been using clones to fool their troops, knocking each squad unconscious, but not killing them. "She can't be far. If she can still use her attacks, then she's still here in the city." Soi Fon concluded.

Her partner, the famous Hitsuguya-taicho stood next to her with an incomprehensible expression. "Hitsuguya-taicho, can you shed some light on our current situation," asked Soi Fon. There was no answer from the silver hair boy, so she turned her attention back to their hell butterfly for any incoming messages.

After a while, the woman felt frustration clawing at her. Damn it, where is she, she thought. The girl has been avoiding their clutches for nearly a whole day. The sun was setting already and she still hasn't shown yet. "Soi Fon-taicho, Hitsuguya-taicho! We've spotted Hinamoto. Some of our teams have combined in an attempt to capture her, she is coming your way. I repeat, she is coming your way!"

Both captains drew their zanpaktous immediately and held steady. "Bakudō 62. Hyapporankan! Not far from the captains, a very loud explosion sounded. When the dust settled, they could see that most of their men had been captured in a very large circle of silvery kido rods. But Kurohime was nowhere in sight.

"Damn it, she esca-" Someone had tapped her back twice and shunpoed away before she had a chance to turn around. "Greetings to you, Soi Fon-taicho. It is an honor to see you again," said a quiet voice behind Toshiro. Soi Fon whirled around and saw Hinamoto, she didn't have on scratch on her clothes, but she was exhausted.

"I see that you are healed, Hitsuguya-taicho. I sincerely apologize for the grief I caused you both, but I couldn't let any one interfere with our upcoming battle." Her hand drifted towards her skirt and Toshiro Hitsuguya jumped in front of Soi Fon. "She has poisoned ankens hidden in the pleats, Soi Fon-taicho." But Kurohime never pulled out anything, she just brushed off some non-existed dirt. Soi Fon skirted around Hitsuguya and charged at Hinamoto head on with her zanpaktou. "Jinteki Shakusetsu, Suzmebachi!" The attack however was negated with a flip of hand from Kurohime, who had tossed her to the side with almost no effort.

"It is very rude to interrupt someone when they are speaking, Soi Fon-taicho. I also see that you've improved dramatically on your shikai since I last saw you." "Thank you, I also see that your abilities have not diminished . . .yet."

Kurohime closed her parasol and held it in her hands. The girl gave a smirk in Soi Fon's direction while she parried a blow from Hitsuguya."Your reiatsu was hidden and your movements are too big, Hitsuguya-taicho."

Soi Fon and Hitsuguya were standing side by side, their zanpaktous drawn and held at an angle so Hinamoto would know they were serious. "Soten Ni Zase, Hyorinmaru!" The fearsome, icy dragon reared its head above Toshiro and roared. "Very well, then I shall use my powers as well."

Hinamoto held out her zanpaktou, but she didn't release it. Instead she dropped it to the abyss below, where Shirobarakaze landed with a crash. Toshiro's heartbeat accelerated when Kurohime held a hand to her face and pulled it downwards.

"So you've really become a monster, Hinamoto," spat Soi Fon. For a moment, Hitsuguya could see a twinge of pain and regret flash across the younger girl's face, that was covered with a small amount of anger. "Indeed, I have, Soi Fon-taicho. I thank you for recognizing it."

This was the first time Hitsuguya had seen Kurohime's hollow mask. It was an elegant mask, like the kind that humans would wear to a masquerade ball. Beautiful and fearsome would sum it up. Kurohime made the first move. She raised a hand and fired a dark purple cero, that narrowly missed the two captains.

"Hyorinamru!" The dragon that was hovering above the battle had been called forward, gracefully weaving its way towards Kurohime. One blast of her reiatsu had shattered it into a million pieces, but Hyorinmaru had only been a distraction. "Nigeki Kessatsu!" Hitsuguya saw Kurohime's black eyes widen as a crest was spreading across Hinamoto's chest. "So this is the famous Homonka I've heard so much about from Yoruichi-sama. You have improved since I saw you last," she said

Hitsuguya quickly summoned another dragon and hurled it at Kurohime. She dispersed the attack, however, the dragon was made of water and the water that was splashed on her had frozen into ice. Soi Fon looked at him and returned to her task at hand.

Finally, Soi Fon retreated next to Hitsuguya, the black and gold gauntlet on her right arm stained with blood. But the Taicho of the Second Divison had also substained some critical injuries. Bruises and cuts covered her from head to toe, her haori torn and dirtied. Kurohime, however, was in a worst state. She bore the Homonka's crest on her face, chest, back, and arms. Part of her hollow mask had been cracked and coated with drying blood.

Hitsuguya stepped forward and brandished Hyorinmaru. His resolve to bring Hinamoto was firmly set in his mind. "I am giving you on last chance to surrender and come back with us to the Soul Society, Hinamoto-chan." A low growl emitted from Hinamoto and she charged without warning and slapped his face.

Soi Fon had caught him before he crashed into the ground below. "Is that your way of insulting me, Hitsuguya-taicho? Do you really believe that you can bring me back to that hell hole?" Have you really become that naïve," she screamed.

His cheek still stung with each breeze that brushed against his face and Soi Fon was too tired to be moving at her full speed. But at least they had weakened Kurohime as well. Hinamoto waved her hand over her face and the mask disappeared, revealing a pale, bloodied face. "I am going to end it her, as a shinigami, if it means so much to you." she glared down at them as her hand stretched out as to catch something from below.

Soi Fon only had seconds to pull Hitsuguya out of harm's way as a black parasol flew upwards into Hinamoto's outstretched palm. The lacey, black and wires dissolved from the parasol as it became a sheathed zanpaktou. Kurohime suddenly radiated a murderous gray reiatsu and it soon exploded everywhere. The sheath had also dissolved from the blade as she held it out horizontally in a reverse grip. But before she could release her zanpaktou, someone had grabbed her arm and negated her reiatsu.

"Yoruichi-sama," gasped Soi Fon. Someone behind Yoruichi carried Hinamoto in his arms, both of the assailants looked down upon them. "Soi Fon! What did you do," yelled Yoruichi. The Shihoin princess deactivated her shunko as she awaited the young woman's answer. And of course Soi Fon stayed quiet, not knowing what to say.

Without another word, Kisuke and Yoruichi had vanished in front of their eyes . . .

It was past midnight when Toshiro finally submitted his report to the Sou-Taicho. He doubt the old man would give him another chance to search for Kurohime, not after Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi Shihoin intervened.

"Master, are you okay," asked Hyorinmaru.

"Yes, what are you getting at, Hyorinmaru," sighed Toshiro.

"I was just trying to converse with you. Besides, you need to rest."

"Of course, I was going to get to that before you interrupted me."

Hyorinmaru retreated into his inner world and Toshiro walked back silently to his barracks. Matsumoto was still under the kido spell that Hinamoto had placed on her. Hitsuguya sighed loudly. Everything has gotten so complicated since Hinamoto came back.

It took a while for him to fall asleep, and a lot more longer for him to stop tossing and turning. In his dreams, he saw a beautiful flower covered meadow. It seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't put a finger on what. . .


I know this is a short chapter, but the next one will be longer. Yup. Review because I know I made some mistakes somewhere but I can't tell where and I need the help. Bye :D