Chapter Three

"This captain's meeting is now in session!" Yamamoto roared. He loudly slammed his cane onto the floor, making it rumble and shake the captain's feet.

Each captain either did not look forward to the meeting or they were utterly bored. It was useless to revisit a case that happened five years ago and on a law that did not apply to the situation. But protocol and security always came first, so the strongest members of the entire Gotei 13 army were called in to see what they should do with the young couple. The only captains treating this case with their utmost seriousness were probably Yamamoto, Soifon, Komamura, and Hitsugaya. Others, Byakuya, Unohana, Ukitake, and Kyoraku, looked like they were only worried about their own businesses. Kenpachi and Kurotsuchi were crazy psychos to begin with.

"Captain Commander Yamamoto. I advise we quickly proceed with this meeting." Unohana softly spoke with a daggered edge.

Soifon nodded, "I have stuff to do with Yoruichi-sama!"

"Nanao!" Kyoraku started whining.

Kenpachi snarled, "If that Ichigo Kurosaki is coming back, I want to have a rematch with him."

"He has a family to take care of and that includes Rukia." Byakuya glared at him.

"I'll just push them aside and fight!"

"We are nobility. I do not want our pride to be tarnished!"

Hitsugaya sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "There they go. Same old farts fighting again."

"Enough!" Yamamoto roared so loud that it shook the lights hanging down. In that instance, everybody quieted down. "Bring in the first exile!"

Slowly, the giant doors swung open with two guards and a little shinigami walking in. She had her head down with her midnight dark hair covering her golden eyes. She slowly walked through the aisle that the captain created, not looking up at all. She didn't even make any eye contact with her own captain. Those two merely stayed silent and she walked right past him. When she got up to the front, the guards separated and she looked up into the eyes of Captain Commander Yamamoto.

"Five years ago, Naori Hibana was charged as acting as an accomplice in the case of Ichigo, Rukia, and Masaki Kurosaki. Her punishment was banishment until Masaki Kurosaki or Ichigo Kurosaki dies. Now that the former has happened, her exile has come to an end and she may return to her respectful division." Yamamoto announced and he was greeted with two or so relieved faces. But the old man narrowed his eyes at Naori, who only stared back indifferently. "Fifth Seat of the Tenth Division, Naori Hibana. This is your last warning. You've already had four charges against you, which are attempt of murder, assaulting a captain, resisting arrest, and jaywalking. This only adds on to your increasing list. If you get in trouble one more time, Soul Society will not hesitate to execute you!"

"Understood." Naori stated back.

"Very well. You may leave." The old captain comfortable leaned back and gestured for Hitsugaya. "If your captain chooses, he may issue further punishment upon you."

Hitsugaya stepped up. "That matter shall be settled privately in my office."

Yamamoto's eyes did not leave the small captain. "Captain Hitsugaya. If you choose so, you may leave this council early to settle things with your subordinate."

"Captain Commander Yamamoto! Is that even allowed?"

"Yes. I do run this meeting. In any case, you wouldn't have much of a participation in our next meeting with that Kurosaki family. I'm pretty sure everybody here has a vague idea on what's to happen and you've already submitted the proper paperwork." Yamamoto pointed out. "You may adjourn your presence and return to your division with Naori Hibana. That decision is left entirely up to you."

"Thank you Captain Commander." Hitsugaya respectfully bowed. He walked over to his lost subordinate and grabbed onto her wrist, surprising Naori. He quickly flash stepped them both out of there, leaving a huge gust of wind that swept through each of the captain's haoris.

The young girl stayed quiet on the entire trip. She merely watched the ten of her captain's haori flutter around before her. During these last five years, he didn't change much. He was still strict and apathetic. He might have grown quite a few inches, but he was still shorter than her.

"So…how was the stay?" Hitsugaya asked to break this silence.

"Horrible." Naori mumbled back.

Hitsugaya smirked. "Even with my help, you couldn't fit in and got homesick, didn't you?"

"S-Shut up!" Naori protested. "So what punishment do you have for me?"

Her mouth was left hung wide open. Her hands fell motionless on her sides. He pulled her close to him so suddenly that she didn't even think about reacting. Her chin was softly rested onto his shoulder. Her golden eyes stared out into the garden beyond his desk window. His hands rested on her upper back. She felt his breath tickle her ear.

"Welcome back…"

Naori quickly shifted out of his hug. "Was that your punishment?" She mumbled back, her face turning into a cherry.

"No. But this is." Just as fast as he captured her into a hug, he reached behind his desk and pulled up the dreaded…paperwork! In a matter of seconds, ten trees were already stacked onto poor Naori's arms.

"Uh…what…"

"Now do this twenty page report, five pages of squad updates, all your division reports, Matsumoto's paperwork from the past two years, and a letter to Central 46 with the words 'I will never disobey Soul Society law ever, ever, ever, ever again' written a thousand times."

"Ugh! I knew there was a catch to this!" Naori retorted back, dropping her paperwork to the floor and walking right up to her captain. "I'm gone for five years and this happens! Could it kill you to not use me as your personal typewriter?"

"It's not like you did much in those five years."

"I was doing Bankai training!"

"How far are you?"

She blushed and mumbled, "Materialization…"

He smirked, "It took me only two years to materialize Hyourinmaru."

"Sh-Shut up! I'm not an all powerful prodigy, thank you very much!"

Whilst the two were arguing their heads off, Matsumoto and Kira poked their heads into the office for a quick peek. Matsumoto looked like she just saw herself gain wrinkles while Kira looked pretty intrigued on this conversation.

"Naori-chan is back! And they're blocking my sake supply!" Matsumoto whined.

"I guess we can't drink tonight." Kira shrugged. "But look at them, they seem livelier than usual. I've never seen Captain Hitsugaya this energetic before."

"He's just happy because Naori-chan is back." Matsumoto offhandedly replied. "Good thing her exile only lasted five years. That's lucky. She could have been stuck there for at least half a century. Captain would get so depressed and sad. He missed her so much!"

"I missed who so much?"

Both of them felt a very chilling presence from behind them. The temperature dropped at least ten degrees. Naori and Kira could be heard cracking up in the background. Matsumoto felt chills run up her body and she could even see a very tall shadow figure from right behind her.

Matsumoto nervously turned around. "Captain…"

"MATSUMOTOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Just like that, she was gone along with Kira, leaving poor Hitsugaya fuming at them in the hallway.

Naori gave a captain a questioning look. "You missed me?"

"The paperwork was piling up. That was all…" He quickly looked away so Naori couldn't make out his face.

She didn't even try to snoop around. She stood there, chuckled a little, and smiled back. "I missed you too."

OoOoO

"Enter Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kurosaki."

Those huge creaking doors swung open again by two tired guards. Ichigo walked in first and Rukia followed after him. They didn't seem very scared or worried about this meeting. After overhearing Naori's part, their punishment didn't sound so terrible. All that really mattered to them right now was Masaki. Where was she? Who brought her soul here?

Yamamoto started again once they reached up to him. "Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kurosaki. Five years ago, you were charged with breaking an ancient but crucial law of Soul Society. A child must not be conceived between a human and a shinigami. Doing so is treason. You would have been charged with execution if it weren't for other interfering forces." Yamamoto eyed specifically at Byakuya, who obviously didn't look back. "Instead, you were sent into exile until the death of your daughter, Masaki Kurosaki. For reasons unknown, your daughter happened to die in a car crash last evening. So your exile has been declared void as of now."

Rukia and Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief. It felt good to physically know that they were off the hook and nothing bad was going to happen. But still, where is Masaki?

"On to the next topic." Yamamoto grumbled and brought out some sheets of paper and thirteen stamps. "Now, as you all know, the Fifth Division captain and lieutenant spots are still empty. I have received six personal recommendations to make Ichigo a captain. These six captains are Hitsugaya, Kenpachi, Ukitake, Kyoraku, Kuchiki, and Komamura. If the remaining three captains approve, Ichigo Kurosaki shall become the new Fifth Division captain."

"I'll approve." Kurotsuchi was the first to raise his hand. "But on one condition only. If you let me perform some experiments on your cute little mutated child."

Did this guy want a death wish? Ichigo glared at him and screamed, "Absolutely not!"

Kurotsuchi merely gave him a puzzled look and shrugged. "Oh well. There goes my vote."

"We need a strong captain. I approve." Unohana softly responded.

Soifon nodded. "I approve as well."

"I, myself, approve of Ichigo Kurosaki's ascension into captaincy." Yamamoto announced, which made Kurotsuchi scowl. The old man grabbed a haori with the character 'five' written on the back and threw it at a very confused and flustered Ichigo. "That does it. From today, henceforth, Ichigo Kurosaki shall now be the current captain of the Fifth Division."

"Good job Ichigo!" Kenpachi slapped the man on the back and flashed one of his slasher-smiles. "This means I can fight you even more."

"Hey! I never asked to be a captain!" Ichigo shouted back.

Rukia promptly nudged him in the arm. She hissed at him, "Moron! This is a very honorable title. You should be glad they're giving this to you on a silver platter."

"Rukia Kurosaki." Yamamoto's booming voice made her revert her attention back. "The Fifth Division lieutenant spot is still empty. Captain Ukitake has recommended you to transfer out of his division and become a lieutenant. If you choose, you may take the lieutenant spot in the Fifth Division."

Rukia quickly straightened up and respectfully bowed. "Yes sir!" She replied. "I'm honored that you are giving me such a position."

Yamamoto merely nodded at her thankful behavior. He dug out the Fifth Division armband and tossed it right at Rukia, letting her catch the wooden badge. Then, he got out one sheet and stamped it about three times, and handed it off to his lieutenant. Finally, the old man stood up to formally address the new recruits. "From this moment, Ichigo and Rukia Kurosaki are now the leading captain and lieutenant of the Fifth Division. We expect you run your division efficiently and properly. Failure to do so shall strip you of your titles. As captain and lieutenant, it's time to make your mark in Gotei 13."

A flurry of congratulations surrounded the couple and filled the hall. The captains looked more than ready to disperse, but an old man held his composure together and slammed his cane into the floor, issuing silence.

"Onto the last topic. Masaki Kurosaki." He announced. "Your child holds a large amount of spiritual pressure and she comes from a significant and strange background. Because of this, your daughter will have to follow specific guidelines in her training of becoming a full-fledged shinigami. I have already enlisted Captain Kuchiki to be her instructor and her mentor. He shall be in charge of the skills your daughter will develop and her zanpakuto training. With this, meeting adjourned!"

After that somewhat long and tiring meeting, all the captains were quick to leave the meeting hall and return back to their rightful divisions. A few probably have urgent businesses to attend to so they were quick to flash step away. Most took their time to take a leisurely walk back home. Some even stopped by with Ichigo and Rukia to congratulate their promotions.

"Rukia. Congrats to your promotion as lieutenant." Ukitake commented when he encountered her.

"Oh no! Thank you! If it weren't for you, I would have never made it this far." Rukia replied back in her utmost gratitude.

Ukitake smiled at her. "Well it's good to have you back. You've been in the world of the living for so long. How is your little child?"

"I don't know." Rukia's eyes dropped. "When she died, she was brought over here by another shinigami."

Ichigo decided to butt in afterwards. "Naori said something about Renji and Urahara. Who knows what that crazy shopkeeper is planning these days? But maybe Renji brought her back."

"Maybe. Let's ask Nii-sama right away!" Rukia replied, dragging her husband with her and waving back to her former captain. "Thank you again Captain Ukitake!"

They both started running towards the direction Byakuya went. It was hard at first because that captain may have used one too many flash steps, but they still could find that trailing white scarf peeking out from the corner.

"Byakuya!" Ichigo loudly called.

"Nii-sama! Does Renji know where Masaki is?" Rukia frantically asked.

"Kisuke Urahara notified me that he would need my lieutenant for a bit. I was debriefed on their situation. I agreed and sent Renji on his way. I believe he was sent there to retrieve your daughter." Byakuya stated. But out from the corner of his eye, he spotted a black butterfly fluttered around him. Byakuya let the butterfly land on his finger to hear the message, but he didn't expect for it to be so…

"Byakuya!" Renji screamed. "We lost her! It's a panic over here!"

Loud.

Byakuya still showed no such emotion to his possible deafness, but he was a bit intrigued on the faces Ichigo and Rukia had on. They were gaping at the butterfly with fists about to beat the shit out of someone and their mouths dropping at the same time.

"WHAT!"

OoOoO

With her nimble feet, a young orange haired child quickly darted out from one corridor to another. This place was so strange! Everything and everyone was so old fashioned! She didn't even remember how she got to this place. She remembered staying back late to finish her coloring page and running to meet her favorite godmother. She knew she last saw that woman taking out the trash and that weird white gate thing floating behind her. What was that? She didn't know. But once she crossed the street, everything went pitch black. Did she fall asleep while running?

But when she woke up, she wasn't even in the shop! She was in a little bed and these weird people were walking around in black ancient clothing garb. Then…that guy came! He was so scary! His hair was remarkably red, one of her least favorite colors, and it looked so weird. It was spiky like her dad's hair, but even more ridiculously spiky! And his tattoos! They practically covered his face and even his chest. So scary! His eyes were so narrowed that it looked like he was glaring at her. Just one look at him and she bolted out of there by the time he was gone.

Now, she was just aimlessly running through there strange white corridors. This place was like a maze! There was absolutely no way to tell where she was going and there were no windows or gates or signs. She was merely running around blindly and passing by any more of those weirdly dressed people. She was about to pass a doorway in her run, but the sight of flower petals distracted her. Masaki steered to a stop, walked back, and took a quick peek. A man was sitting very peacefully in a fake field of red rose petals. What.

Masaki silently snuck in and glanced up at his sleeping face. He had somewhat of a beard growing and he had long brown hair. He wore a hat, flower pins, and this ridiculous flowery haori. Even she wouldn't even wear something like that to festivals!

He snorted. "Yes young child? Would you like something?"

"Gah!" Masaki freaked out, tumbling backwards. "I'm sorry! You were sitting there so calm that I got curious."

"Ah! I have that effect." The man smiled and winked at her. "My name is Shunsui Kyoraku, Captain of the Seventh Division. And you are?"

"I'm Masaki Kurosaki!"

"Kurosaki, huh…" Kyoraku trailed off. "So how can I help you?"

"I'm lost." Masaki whimpered. "I don't know this place. Do you know where my mommy and daddy are?"

"At the moment, no."

"Do you know where Urahara Shop is?"

"Oh. That's a bit far from here."

Masaki started to get tears in her eyes. "Do you know where my Auntie Nao is?"

"Auntie Nao?" Kyoraku questioned, thinking a bit on that one. Just by seeing his reaction, Masaki instantly perked up. Kyoraku snapped his fingers. "Oh! Nanao! Come down here!"

A huge gust of wind appeared before them. It was so swift and huge that some of the rose petals were blowing off and hitting poor little Masaki in the face, She quickly brushed away those petals and opened her eyes, hoping to see a pair of golden eyes and blue hair. She saw someone else, someone who didn't have flowing blue hair and striking golden eyes. Her hair was clipped up and she wore glasses. She also had a book in her hand.

"Is this your aunt? Cause if she is, would you be looking for an uncle any time soon?" Kyoraku chuckled and that earned a slap on the head with that girl's book.

"She's a child." That woman groaned and straightened up her glasses. She peered down at Masaki. "I'm sorry if he made you feel uncomfortable. He jokes around too much in my opinion."

"You're so mean Nanao!" Kyoraku rose up again only to be slammed by her hard cover book again.

"Seriously." Nanao sighed. She went to Masaki and picked her up gently by her hand. "Come on. I'll bring you back to your mommy and daddy." She was about to move forward, but too very large things shaped like balloon balls got in her way.

"Nanao! Check up time! I hope you're ready!" A very large blond woman happily screamed out. Her boobs were large! So large that Masaki couldn't even see that woman's face until she bent down. That woman stared at her with her bright blue eyes. She was very, very pretty. Suddenly, she smiled, picked up Masaki, and promptly crushed her into a bear hug. "Oh Masaki-chan! You've grown so much! I haven't seen you since you were a little baby!"

"You know me?" Masaki questioned, pointing to herself.

"Of course I know you! You were such a cute little baby back then, and now, you're still so cute! I remember you used to be so scared of me, but you loved me so much afterwards!" That woman babbled on and on.

Masaki took another look at this person. "Scared? But you're so pretty."

"Aw! I'm flattered!" She squealed again. "Say Masaki-chan, what's my name?"

A clueless Masaki stared back. "I don't remember."

"I didn't think you would. You were just a baby that time." She smiled and put Masaki back on the ground. She got down herself and kneeled in front of Masaki. "My name is Rangiku Matsumoto. But you can call me anything you want."

"Ran-chan!" Masaki said out of the blue. She wondered if that was a bad idea cause Matsumoto freaked out and started bear hugging her all over again.

"MATSUMOTO!" A very angry growl roared through the courtyard that even Kyoraku's petals were moving from the sound. Masaki couldn't see well from her current bear hug, but she could make out a huge spike of hair walking to her. This person was short and he had spiky hair like her dad except it was white. He had a sword strapped to his back and he wore a white haori. At least it was better than that flower one. He shoved past Matsumoto and approached the gaudily dressed captain. "You know today is the yearly Soul Society inspection. Why are you sitting here in a bed of flower petals?"

"Awaiting my inspector Captain Hitsugaya." He replied with a smirk.

The young white haired captain sighed in exasperation. "Very funny. Let's see you try that next year when Captain Zaraki does his inspection." He suddenly turned towards Masaki's general area. "Matsumoto! Put that child down now!"

"Yes sir…" Matsumoto replied back in a deflated tone. She bent down and gently placed the child back on her feet.

As Masaki stood back up, she couldn't help but stare at this newcomer. He looked about three or four times bigger than her. His hair was spiky, white, and there was this loose strand just hanging out on his forehead. But he looked very, very serious. His teal eyes were big, but they were unusually narrowed into a very bored glare. When Masaki first took sight of him, she felt her heart suddenly racing and her cheeks burning red. He was so…handsome, like those princes in fairy tales. A girl would have to be very lucky to have a chance with him. He bent down and inched a bit closer to the young child. He was looking at her! Masaki's face turned even redder and she struggled to avoid his piercing gaze.

"Captain Hitsugaya! Don't you remember Masaki-chan?" Matsumoto asked.

"Of course I would!" Hitsugaya snapped back at her.

Hearing his voice only sounded familiar. It was low and very mature. It even had some sort of a husky tone to it. Just hearing him talk made little Masaki blush even more. This may have been the first time she heard him clearly speak, but why did he sound so familiar? It felt like Masaki had known this person for some time now.

Hitsugaya suddenly picked up Masaki. "What are you doing wandering around? Your parents must be so worried. I'll tell them to pick you up at my office."

Masaki blinked. "You-You know me?"

"Yes I know you." He said as he carried the young child away out of the gates before suddenly launching into the air.

"Do you also know my mommy? My daddy? My auntie?"

"I know your father and your mother." He said and he shook his head. "I don't believe I've met your aunts."

Masaki smiled at him with her cheeks blushing even more. "Oh! She's not really my auntie. She is actually my godmother. But I like to call her that. But then, she gets really, really mad at me."

"Oh." Wow. This person sounded exactly like him.

Masaki enthusiastically nodded. "But I know she's not really mad. She loves me very, very much. And I love my Auntie Nao!"

"Auntie Nao?" He questioned and opened the door to his office. Did she mean?

When they entered the room, the only person in there was a girl furiously filling out paperwork. She seemed to have noticed the door creak open and she looked up. Her golden eyes grew wide once it met with amber. Her paperwork was long forgotten.

"Masaki-chan?" Naori asked and ran towards them.

"Auntie Nao? Is that you?" Masaki questioned. In fear, she pressed herself against Hitsugaya. "Are you my auntie? You have the same color eyes and hair. But you're so young. My Auntie Nao is taller and she is very curvy!"

Hitsugaya suspiciously looked at Naori and she laughed his gaze off in embarrassment. She finally made eye contact with Masaki. "It's godmother. Not auntie."

Masaki gasped in glee. She promptly jumped out of Hitsugaya's arms and latched herself onto Naori. "You are my Auntie Nao! I thought everybody was gone!" She suddenly stopped squealing and glanced back at Hitsugaya. "Auntie Nao, who is this?"

"He's…" She glanced at him. "…a friend."

"Correction. I'm her captain. Captain Toushirou Hitsugaya."

"Friend?" Masaki mused on for a bit and suddenly snapped her fingers. "Oh yeah! You know that guy I was dreaming about? Is he here? Can we find him? I want to see him!"

Naori nervously laughed and scratched the back of her head. If she did that now, then her captain will be pissed at her for weeks. If she didn't, then Masaki would be bothering her about it to the ends of time. Well…it'll be better if it was sooner. "Tada…" Naori turned Masaki around and held her up in front of Hitsugaya.

Masaki felt her mouth drop wide open and Hitsugaya just seemed so utterly confused. Masaki pointed her finger at the captain. "You're him? You're my godfather?"

"Godfather? What?" He exclaimed and glared at Naori.

Masaki pounded her fist into her open hand like she just realized everything now. "Now that I think about it, you sound just like that person. You know Auntie Nao and she knows you. Are you married to each other?"

"No!" Both frantically shouted back, looked at each other, and turned away to avoid each other's gaze.

"Masaki-chan." Naori said to the little girl. "I know that this may be a bit hard to grasp for you. And I know that your parents can explain it better than me. But there is an explanation on why I'm so young right now and those dreams. That's all I can say."

Masaki stared at her and then pointed at Hitsugaya. "So what about him? I feel like I've known him before. Is a ghost infesting my dreams?"

"No. No. No." Naori shook her head. It must be hard for her to regain her memories right now. That's a typical side effect of new spirits.

Hitsugaya decided to step up and take charge before things got out of hand. "I will explain. You may have remembered me because I took care of you when you were only five months old. Actually, I found you, took you in, and I made Naori join along. Your parents were away so she and I took care of you."

"Really?" Masaki felt her cheeks turn even redder. How gracious of this person!

Naori peered down at the little child. "Masaki-chan, you're turning red." Entertained, she watched the young child furiously try to clear away her red face. Naori merely smiled. "Don't be so embarrassed Masaki-chan. We both know which babysitter you like the best. In fact, when we were babysitting you, you used to cry every time you saw me."

"But I don't hate you Auntie Nao. I just hate the color of your eyes." Masaki gasped. "Besides, the people I hate the most are those boys that are always around you."

"Boys?" Hitsugaya asked with this deathly tone that even Naori was afraid to answer. But as a subordinate, she had to follow orders.

"Um…I may have run into…a little bit of trouble…in the world of the living."

"Yeah! Everyday, these boys from high school would come to Urahara Shop only to watch Auntie Nao work. The way they look at her makes me sick." Masaki suddenly shouted and imitated this barfing face afterwards.

Though nobody was paying attention to the child's outburst. The innocent one was well unknown to the thick atmosphere that now hung over her. She didn't notice that Hitsugaya was glaring down at Naori. She didn't notice that Naori was fidgeting around nervously. But it would take her only seconds to figure out the connection these two people had.

"You were playing around?" He asked. His tone held a sharp edge as if he was going to cut her if she answered wrong.

Naori sighed, "I wasn't playing around the whole time. I still followed orders. Urahara-san was playing with my gigai to gain a profit."

"What did you do?" He quickly cut in.

"I did the usual. I ferried the plus souls. I cleansed hollows."

"No. I mean, what did you do in your human form?"

"I went to school. Then, I worked in Urahara's Shop. I sometimes went to events with the Kurosaki family."

"Did you interact with any humans?"

"Of course I did! I had to work on projects in school. In Urahara's Shop, I attended to customers. I mean, most of them were guys, but as long as they pay and they don't harass me, I can't do anything about them. The worst I get from them is a stupid love confession or something." Naori answered and suspiciously looked at her captain. "What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly interrogating me right now?"

"Just in case if you made a bond with a human that you shouldn't have," He coldly replied.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I don't—Because I know you would, even if you don't notice it."

Masaki wanted to stay in and listen to more of this argument. She was pretty used to little bickers like these. Her parents were Ichigo and Rukia! They like to argue with each other every chance they got. But she was so used to seeing such a passive and calm Naori that seeing her get so fired up was interesting. She was always curious why Naori always rejected the guys who were confident enough to ask her out. Why every time she saw her aunt, she could see a layer of sadness behind her smiles. Maybe this person, Toushirou Hitsugaya, was that special person she needed? She could see how Naori glowed so brightly just by being with him. It was like a first crush.

That's it! Her new mission is not to play Naori's bodyguard, but her matchmaker! Unfortunately, a timely appearance hindered all her chances of staying.

"Masaki!" She heard her mother shout and felt her body lift up into Rukia's arms.

"Mommy!" She cheerfully answered and hugged her mom.

"Masaki. Don't ever run away like that. You got me so worried!"

"Yes Mommy!" Masaki answered. She saw that her mom had turned around after saying her thanks and she was moving out the door. "Mommy? Where are we going?"

"Back to meet your uncle."

Shinigami Cup!

"Captain Hitsugaya!" Naori loudly complained as she pulled her skirt down even further. He was walking her to her first day of high school. "I don't understand what kind of clothes these are."

"It's a school uniform." He answered as he walked behind her.

"How can this be a uniform? These clothes are ridiculously revealing. The skirt is so short and my socks are so high! It's like all the attention is going to my upper thighs!" Naori continued to complain.

But as she was talking, a huge gust of wind flew right by! Naori yelped like a little puppy. She jumped around in a panicked frenzy and she hurriedly pressed her skirt in the front, hoping the it wouldn't fly out to reveal that…

The back however…

'Chappy.'

Now, now Captain Hitsugaya! What did you see? Anyways, I'm surprised you guys liked the twist in the last chapter. If I kept Masaki alive, you'll probably go through more chapters of Naori moping around and we don't want that to happen.

Thank you for reading and please review!