It had been almost a month since Aizen gave me a new room. I had 26 entries in my journal other than the first one, which had explained the whole mess I was in anyway. Little varied in these entries. I was always wondering where Ichigo was and who he had brought with him.
The only contact with the people outside my room had been with:
1. Gin, when he visits to "Teach me the way of the sword" because they thought that even though I was siding with them that I would be useless. I knew otherwise, my friends wouldn't hurt me.
2. Ulquiorra, he always visited with the excuse of delivering food even though I now had a sort of maid to do that. Grimmjow never came with him though. Ulquiorra siad it was because Grimmjow was sent to the frontlines to fight my brother. That scared me because if Ichigo didn't learn that Grimm was on our side, they would kill each other.
And 3. Said maid in the last paragraph. She was an arrancar, like everybody else but, well she wasn't very good with fights or violence. Her name was Rumi...she reminded me a lot of Yuzu. She made me remember that Hollows were just wholes that weren't sent to the Soul Society. And arrancar were just modified hollows...with less mask and a zanpakuto. Rumi never carried a zanpakuto around, and she seemed to be afraid of loud noises and disapproval. It upset her that Ulquiorra brought me food because she felt like she wasn't being trusted with her job.
I had grown fond of Rumi, maybe because she seemed so helpless, or because she reminded me of Yuzu. I didn't know why but she was another friend that I wasn't going to leave behind. Of course she didn't know my plan of escape, she would tell Aizen because that was her job. She was eager to have someone's approval, like a little kid whose parents never told them "Good job." That made me wonder...what were all my friends here and in the Soul Society treated like in life. What did they look like? How old were they when they died?
I remembered that Rangiku had told me when I was younger that the reason Toushirou and Rukia were so short was because they had died young. What were the possible causes of death for young children? Sickness, drowning, suffocating, a hit to the head, there were too many to count and I always tried to stay away from thoughts like abuse and suicide. I didn't want to think about my friends having to go through that.
Toushirou wasn't short anymore, though. He was only a head shorter than my brother which was saying something especially for Toushirou. Ichigo was 21 and nearly six feet tall. I only came up to his mid-chest. But then again I hadn't gotten any taller than when I had turned 14...I was only 5' 1"...
Which made me the one who got teased about her height at school. Yuzu would too if she wasn't a cheerleader. She was shorter than me, not by much but still shorter. Rumi was shorter than me too, only a little shorter than Yuzu. I didn't know why she reminded me of Yuzu so much though.
Sure they were both shy, and nearly the same height but that's where similarities ended. Yuzu was blonde like our Mom and I suppose Ichigo but Rumi had black hair, sort of like mine except in the light it looked sort of blue. Yuzu had brown eyes and Rumi had big bright blue ones. Yuzu loved strawberries and sweet fruits. Rumi liked sour things like lemons and limes. Yuzu had confidence in herself and Rumi needed another's approval to feel good about herself. Yuzu was still living and Rumi had part of a hollow mask covering her right cheek.
But still I had an attachment to her like I had to Yuzu. The sisterly feeling that I had known all of my life. The twins' bond that can never be broken. I really missed Yuzu. I even missed Dad and his crazy antics. But even more than that I missed my Mom.
I wished everything would go back to normal before evil dead people decided to kidnap me. Before Ichigo started leaving home and never coming back. But at the same time I wouldn't trade all the friends I had made for anything.
I loved my friends and I was starting to see the way they fought in battle. I'd be willing to give up my life if it meant rescuing my family and friends. Of course I didn't want to die and would do anything to keep myself alive as well.
That journal had cheered me up a lot. True it wasn't like trusting a friend with all the information but it helped. I wasn't nearly as depressed as before.
My long thought rant was interrupted as my door slowly opened and Rumi came in walking backwards carrying a tray of food. If one thing hadn't improved it was the food. Definitely prisoner's food. I stood up of my bed smiling, "You need help with that?" She made a face similar to a toddler's pout, "No."
I laughed at her and took the tray away from her. No offense to her but she was pretty clumsy and I didn't want food on the floor. She made fists at her side and stomped her foot, "Hey!"
I set the tray down on my bed and turned around to face her again, "I see you beat Ulquiorra to the punch." She crossed her arms at me, "He told me to get the food. Said he'd be late because of a meeting." I shook my head and sighed, "Okay."
I had noticed, a while back, that Rumi's uniform was different than everybody else's. It was still white and black and the same material as my own but it was shaped like what I imagined a princess would wear in the summer. It had puffy sleeves and had a V-neck that showed the top of her cleavage (which bothered me), it also had a puffed out skirt that came down to just above he knees. You could see the stiff material that made it puff out at the bottom of the skirt. I also noticed she almost never wore shoes. I had asked her if all the girls who also had her job wore that uniform and she replied with, "This is my uniform and my uniform only." Which only made me wonder why it was so different.
Ulquiorra treated her like a baby which had got on my nerves. I once told him to stop treating her like she was a little and he had responded with, "If I do that I'd be in trouble with Aizen."
Rumi just confused me. Her attitude, her uniform, the way she was treated by others, she was like a spoiled little girl that didn't know how spoiled she was. I thought of her as a sister anyway. I smiled at her and she looked away. She walked toward my bed and sat down on it, taking a look around the room from there. I rolled my eyes at her, "What are you doing?"
She smiled, "I wanted to know if it still felt different sitting up here than standing." I blinked, "Still? I haven't seen you do this before," I said, making a confused face. She stretched and yawned, "This was my room before you got moved here. There used to be more furniture in here. It was moved to my new room when you were in the shower.
"When I...was in the shower?" She looked up at me, "I brought you undergarments don't you remember?"
I shook my head, "I was in a daze the whole time I was in the shower."
She snorted, "Well you also used my hairbrush."
I looked at the ceiling, "I was wondering whose brush that was."
She laughed, "Dad said that you could be my friend since I'm only allowed in four rooms of the house."
My eyebrows shot up, "Dad?"
She looked confused, "I thought you knew...Well, he's not actually my dad but he's close. I'm just an arrancar he found and took in, in hopes of more fighting power. But I'm not good at fighting and I apparently look like someone he used to know so he treats me as his daughter and I treat him as my father. I don't use his last name though Rumi Aizen sounds weird. My last name is much prettier."
I wanted to pass out. I should've known...I gulped, "What is your last name?"
"Hinamori."
And then I really did pass out...
There's only like 2-3 chapters left guys...This is a day late but my cousin is visiting sooo...Anyway review! By the way just saying if any of you ever want to talk to me or ask me a question PM me. I try my best to respond to them. I also read all your reviews and love them all. They mean a lot to me guys...XD
