The rest of the day went by in a blur. The commotion around school caused the teachers and principal to assess the damage and postpone classes until the next day. I was grateful since I didn't want to deal with the rest of the day being a new student.

By the time I got home, dad was already in the kitchen preparing an early dinner. We might as well stuff ourselves since we would spend the rest of evening moving furniture and personal belongings in our new residence. Hisashi made chicken sandwiches and included a small salad on the side. I had taken off my shoes and placed my backpack in the corner of the living room.

"Hey dad," I greeted as I entered the kitchen.

"Oh, there's my girl! Grab a sandwich and your salad," he directed me.

Quickly, I washed my hands before grabbing a sandwich. It was weird how we had a table but we didn't have chairs to go with it so we just leaned against the counter while quietly eating our sandwiches. When Hisashi finished his sandwich, he filled two glasses with water and put one by me. While chewing, I nodded gratefully at his small gesture.

"So, how was your first day at school?" he asked as he raised his black eyebrows.

What a way to ruin the good mood.

I slightly coughed until the point that Hisashi worried about me and reached for my glass of water. He switched my half-eaten sandwich with the glass and anxiously waited for me to drink it. I would have laughed at his overactive gesture if it weren't for the genuine concern evident in his dark eyes.

Once my throat was cleared, I put down my glass on the counter next to the plate of sandwiches. My bitten sandwich was amongst them. I cleared my throat. "Fine," I simply answered him but it sounded weak.

Returning to normal, he just stared at me. "Fine," he said after a long pause.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Yep," I said with a forced smile.

He put a hand to his forehead in a dramatic motion. "Why don't I believe you?"

"How many things do you believe me about?" I muttered under my breath.

"Hey, I heard that young lady," he replied with what would have been a stern voice if he wasn't pointing a finger comically at me. He was really trying his hardest to lighten the situation or at least trying to make me talk.

"At least did you make any new friends?"

I stilled, remembering how I ate lunch alone and then the incident happened.

From my reaction, he could have guessed the outcome. "So you didn't have a good first day, I take it?"

"Besides, the incident, there was a nice girl who gave me a tour around Karakura High School." I tried to appease to his good nature and then I realized what I said.

"Incident?" It was strange how Hisashi's mood could change from goofiness to grim, almost as fast as lightening.

"Well, uh…." I glanced down at my socked clad feet against the kitchen tiled floor, finding it more interesting than looking at my dad.

"Aiko, what happened?" He wasn't in the mood to beat around the bush.

I shrugged while I answered, "I don't know."

"Aiko, look at me," he commanded, noticing that I didn't look him in the eye.

Slowly, I lifted my head until I was staring at him.

"What happened?" he iterated.

"Honestly, I don't know." There were some falling trees and a building or two got damaged. I didn't care to inspect the situation like the other students when the danger was over. I hurried to a poster with a list of names from our class until I found the name I was looking for, Ichigo Kurosaki.

"You tell me something happened at school and you have no clue what it is?"

I exhaled a breath. "The teachers believed there was another small earthquake by the school with only just minimum damage on school property."

Hisashi folded his arms across his chest. Dressed in his casual clothing, he looked more imposing. "That doesn't sound like a small incident, Aiko."

"I know," I agreed. "Classes were canceled until tomorrow so we spend the rest of the day going through counseling."

He gave me one of those looks: are you serious?

I shrugged again. "Apparently, there are some really sensitive people attending Karakura High School." And perhaps there would be more dangerous occurrences since Rukia and Ichigo formed a team to take out Hollows. With Ichigo's spiritual energy released like a faucet on full blast, there were going to be a lot of Hollows attracted to Karakura Town.

"I don't know what to say about that." And my dad didn't need to because once upon a time I used to be a sensitive person.

"By the way, dad…." I hesitated to continue. I bit my lip as he turned serious eyes on me.

"What's the matter, honey?" He came closer to me and bent down to see my face. Hisashi was tall, nearing five feet-ten inches and it was weird how I stopped growing at just five feet. I had to tilt back my head every time I talked to him, whether we were sitting or standing.

"Umm… I was wondering…." Again, I let the words tumbled out of my mouth without finishing my sentence.

"Seriously, Aiko, what's wrong?"

I took a deep breath before mustering the courage to say what needed to be said. "I need to increase my dosage on my meds."

There, I said it.

My father scrunched up his face. His eyebrows connected together while there were lines on his forehead. Normally, I would remark how his age was showing on his countenance but I thought better of it.

"Why?" he questioned.

Talking about my prescriptions was a convoluted topic since it brought back many painful memories. Many of those recollections had to deal with the fact that I had to cope living in this animated world. And then there were the strange voices and the gruesome figures that haunted me. The pills made them disappear. But if I was in Bleach's world, I needed to increase my dosage so I wouldn't have to see any spirits.

"I heard it…."

He raised a hand into the air to stop me from explaining any further. He nodded, comprehending my request. "There is a clinic across the street with Doctor Kurosaki. I heard he's quite a good and reliable doctor from the guys at work."

Anything but Ichigo's father, wait. "Did you say the clinic's doctor is name Dr. Kurosaki?"

"Yeah, why?" He gave me one of those skeptical looks. I smacked my forehead, knowing that the clinic should have been obvious. We lived across from the Kurosaki family.

I could feel my father's intense stare on me and I realized that I had to divert his attention before he got suspicious. I couldn't exactly confess to him that Bleach was an anime I knew from my previous life and I had knowledge of what was to come in this world. "You moved to live in front of a clinic."

"Well, if anything happens in case of an emergency, there is Kurosaki's clinic," he defended lamely.

"Really dad?" I shook my head in disbelief. One, I planned on keeping a low profile and yet the main characters were living across the street from me. And two, of all places for my father to pick, he moved me into a troublesome place. Did he think I was going to suddenly get sick? I had mental issues, not physical health issues.

I clenched my hands into fists at my sides while I internally counted. One, two, and three.

"Honey, this is not something you should get upset about?"

"Easier for you to say." I stomped my foot before tilting my head back to briefly look at the ceiling. From Hisashi's position, he would think I was getting answers from an unknown source because to him I was considered to be more intelligent than the average fifteen-year-old girl. In a way, he was right. I had lived to my second year in college until I was murdered one night while walking home. "You know what, you're right. Let's go later and get the dosage I need from Dr. Kurosaki." It sounded weird that I was calling a childish person doctor.

He appeared pleased with a big silly grin on his face. A major problem I had with my dad was I couldn't stay upset at him for long. He was just doing his duty as a father, trying his best to look after his daughter for a single parent.

With everything settled, I went back to eating my sandwich while dad planned on where the furniture was going to be placed in each room.

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When the delivery truck arrived, Hisashi spend a good amount of time directing where the furniture would go. All the living room, dining room and kitchen furniture was located in the back of the truck. The stuff up front were for the bedrooms. Once my bedroom furniture was set, I slipped into an unpacking routine. I concentrated on organizing my room while my father dealt with the movers.

The moment the sun retired for the day, I heard a knock on my door. Turning to see who it was, I saw Hisashi standing at the threshold. His arms were folded across his chest.

"Are you ready?" he questioned me.

"Ready for what?" I was in the midst of putting books on a bookshelf.

"Remember, we have to go to the clinic?" he reminded me.

I wanted to smack a pillow against my face. I really did need the new prescriptions but to face Ichigo's father wasn't something I was mentally prepared for.

"Can't we go another day?" I lamely asked him.

He uncrossed his arms while walking into my room. "You were the one who requested for a new prescription."

"Actually…." I bit my lip, uncertain if I should continue my sentence.

"Don't tell me." He already knew my train of thought. He fixed the spectacles on his face with a pointer finger, meaning his mood was changing into an earnest one. "This is all the more reason we should go to the clinic."

"Yeah, but is it open? It's pretty late." I gestured to the open blinds displaying street lights now emitting light. It was dark outside and I highly doubted that Kurosaki's clinic was going to be open unless there was some emergency. Hopefully, Ichigo's father was away for one of his meetings.

"I saw Dr. Kurosaki when the movers arrived and he said to drop on by without an appointment. He will like to meet you."

I so badly wanted to face palm but instead I stuck with agreeing with him. So much for my plan to keep a low profile.

As Hisashi left my room, I grabbed whatever I might need to bring with me to the clinic, which consisted of a book and an identification card from my previous school.

We locked the house and crossed the street to the clinic. From the outside, I saw the bright lights glaring from the windows. Two girls dressed in a nurse outfit passed by them. I shook my head, wondering how they could wear such outfits. I wouldn't be caught dead wearing one.

The front door opened and automatically, the blond hair girl named Yuzu Kurosaki was the first one to introduced herself. She led us to a waiting room where I had no choice but to sit down while she ushered my father to a desk to ask him questions. Ichigo's other sister, Karin Kurosaki moved from room to room with cloths in her hand. The dark-haired girl turned her head to me for a second before going back to what she was doing. Not once did she smile at me like her sister.

There was a moment of awkward silence before I saw a tall figure accosting me. Instantly, I rose to my feet when short black hair and a long white coat became visible.

"Well, hello," he replied as he stopped in front of me. I didn't realize how tall he was being over six feet. I had to tilt my head all the way back to get a good view of him. Besides being tall, he was muscular and broad shouldered. He had a slight stubble on his wide chin. "You must be Aiko Kaya."

I just nodded my head since words failed me. An actual character from Bleach, once Captain of the tenth division, was standing in front of me. I didn't know how to describe my encounter but seeing him in person was very different from seeing him on television. For one, I had to lift my chin to keep him in my line of sight rather than seeing him from eye level from a camera.

How did Karin beat him up despite their height difference?

He extended his arm, his palm facing up. A clip board with information was put in his waiting hand. He lifted the document up and scanned it. Karin was standing right next to him. It seemed that I missed her appearance when I was too fixated on Dr. Kurosaki.

Sending a nod her way, his dark eyes shifted toward me. "Now, please follow me."

Again, I nodded my head. I followed him while he glanced down at the papers. His body seemed to know the location of the room. He halted by an open door and lifted his eyes to me. "Please, take a seat."

I gulped nervously before looking around me.

"Is something wrong Kaya?" he questioned me.

"My dad, have you seen him?"

The man raised his eyebrows. "He'll wait for you in the waiting room."

"But am I not a minor?"

"Would you feel comfortable answering some personal questions in front of him?"

Instantly, my cheeks heated up as I shook my head.

The man's lips uplifted in a slight smirk. "That's what I thought."

For some reason the level of my discomfort rose. As I slowly walked in a room and sat down on a cot patients usually sat on, he followed me and closed the door behind him. I flinched at the sound.

He must have noticed my reaction because his tone turned soothing. "Don't be nervous. I'm going to check your blood pressure and then ask you a few questions."

I swallowed as he approached me but the uneasiness faded away by the professional look on his face. Throughout the time of checking my blood pressure, flashing a light in front of my eyes, checking my tongue and doing the other checks that doctors did, he didn't make any perverted comments that he usually did to his children. The reason had to do with me being a stranger.

He sat down on one of the stools in the room. His brows furrowed while he squinted down at the papers on the clipboard. "You're fine. There's nothing physically wrong with you, which is why I don't understand the reason you need to increase your dosage on these pills."

This is going to be troublesome, I thought.

"Physically I'm fine. It's what's going on in here," I pointed to my head with a pointer finger, "that I'm worried about."

He glanced up at me. "But the dose you're asking for is too much. You're five feet tall and you barely weigh ninety-five pounds. This amount will knock you out if it doesn't kill you. Besides, what kind of doctor puts a child on sleeping, anxiety, and preventive hallucination pills?"

My eyes averted from him to my hands that were folded neatly on my lap. "The kind that thinks you're crazy," I muttered under my breath.

"Then these doctors are jokesters or they're probably looking to make money." Apparently, he heard me.

"So you're not going to prescribe the drugs?" I turned my gaze to him.

"Unless you're asking for a death warrant, no," he answered simply. He took a pen and began scribbling words on the paper. Unfortunately, I couldn't read what he wrote since I was seated across from him.

"But I need those pills," I said without thinking.

His hand paused as his dark eyes raised to me. "Why?"

"What?" I blinked at him.

"Why do you think you need the pills?" he iterated.

"Can't you see from the pills that I must have gone through a traumatic experience to need them?"

He stared at me for what seemed like an eternity before his lips formed words. "And what traumatic experience you went through that made the other doctors prescribe this medicine?"

My mouth opened, when I froze. I couldn't tell him the truth, considering he was a former soul reaper. Imagine if I told him I could see dead people. My response could put me on the radar or worse, I would alter the events of Bleach.

To get the prescription I needed, I had to hit the doctor close to home without going into personal details about my mental issues. I pressed my lips together before moistening them. I gave the doctor one of my solemn expressions. "My mom's death. I take them so I don't have to relive it."

Absolute shock printed on Dr. Kurosake's face. I must have reminded him of his son as Ichigo carried the guilt of his mother's death. Without further ado, he went back to writing on the documents. I saw the resignation on his countenance as he stood up. He signed his name on the x. "Here," he said, handing me a small slip of paper. "I'm prescribing a higher dosage, however, if you feel faint, nauseous, abdominal pain or any other symptom come see me immediately."

I nodded my head.

"And make another appointment to see me next week."

"Another appointment?"

"A follow-up."

I would've groaned from his answer but at least I got what I needed. Now, with the higher dosage of pills I wouldn't being seeing Ichigo in his soul reaper form. That also meant that I wouldn't see hollows. And the strange noise wouldn't haunt me….

He cleared his throat after a few seconds. "I heard you're new in this small city."

I tried to smile at him. He was making a small conversation.

"Since you're fifteen, you might be attending Karakura High School. You might have met my son, although he looks nothing like me." A big grin appeared on his face, showing his white teeth.

I did meet Ichigo but through unusual circumstances. I felt kind of bad to have to wipe off Dr. Kurosaki's grin.

"You're son?"

The man's eyebrows touched together. "Yes, Ichigo Kurosaki."

I shook my head while I tried to make my facial expression look thoughtful.

"Orange spiky hair, quite tall and always having a serious look on his face."

I shook my head again, although I do recall seeing orange spiky hair when I went to sit in the back of the class.

"Seriously?"

"Uh… yeah." And then his face deflated from the natural glow. Usually, Dr. Kurosaki attacked his son and acted quite immature with him but I learned he had a lot of pride when he referred to him.

As if on cue, the doctor continued. "He's a good son. He helpful, he looks after his sisters when I can't."

It was true what he said. Ichigo was a good person. Most of the events that took place in Bleach revolved around him, which was why I thought he deserved better after he lost his powers. No matter if he was useful or not, Ichigo's determination to make things right paved the way for change in the Soul Society. How else did he save Rukia without getting penalize for it?

The doctor kept talking about his son until the last part made me flabbergasted.

"My son will make a good husband to any girl, don't you think?"

I turned to look up at him. "I don't think you should mention that randomly to any girls," I tried to admonish him. I could only imagine Ichigo kicking his father. Or worse, Karin punching him.

He blinked his eyes at me, trying to look innocent. It didn't work. "Really?"

I was nuts. There was no way in hell that Dr. Kurosaki wanted to pair me with Ichigo. Plus, there was no way in heck that I wanted to have anything to do with any of the Bleach characters, no matter if they were good looking.

I planned on being a shadow of the events in Bleach. It had no room for a person like me.

Yet why was I in this world to begin with? This question always plagued me. Perhaps, I was granted a second chance to live and like a selfish person, I was going to live for me.

"Yes, really," I answered him back.

Just then Karin barged into the room. "Dad, we need you out here! There has been an accident!" The dark-haired girl didn't need to say anything else. He dashed from the room with her in tow. I sat down in the room, completely forgotten.

It took a moment when I finally exited the room and walked into the waiting room. Hisashi was sitting down while watching the commotion.

"So you can't take that many!" I heard Dr. Kurosaki was shouting. Whatever happened sounded big. "Here's a newsflash, you got to take them somewhere! We can't treat them all here, we're a small clinic! And tell your boss this is a request from Isshin Kurosaki. He will find me some beds that are open, no problem! Just do it!"

I glanced over to my father, motioning that it was time for us to leave. He got up from his seat. I was about to stroll to the exit when I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey dad."

"Damn, stupid idiots! They won't know a stethoscope from a cellphone," the other man murmured.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"No!" I could imagine the orange head feeling like a block. "Assume the fetal position and stay out of the way!"

It was ironic that Dr. Kurosaki was harsh to his son when moments ago he was raving proudly about him. The tall doctor walked out his office. He craned his neck over his shoulder when he saw us. His demeanor changed in an instant to a friendly one.

"Please remember to come back next week for a follow-up," he reminded me.

I didn't dare say a word. Instead, I bobbed my head and let him get into the serious task of doing his job.

It was then Ichigo appeared after him. He was hunched over, his head bent down in dejection. For some reason, I felt sorry for him. As if he sensed me, he lifted his head and brown orbs pinned me to the spot. His eyes widened, probably taking note that he saw me on the school premise earlier.

"I'm sorry." I waved my hands. "My father and I were just leaving."

Great! What a way for us to meet.

"Might you need any help?" my father asked all of a sudden. I wanted to scrunch my face at him.

Ichigo finally found his bearing as he shook his head. "We have enough help at the clinic." Then making small talk while the nurses and Dr. Kurosaki were shuffling from place to place in the distance Ichigo replied, "I've never seen you both before at the clinic or around this area."

"Well," Hisashi scratched the back of his head with one hand. "We're new in this small city. We moved here yesterday."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Really?" In a sense, he was looking identical to his father.

"Yeah. We moved across the street from this clinic."

Why don't you announce it to the world! I mentally shouted.

"I'm Hisashi Kaya and this is my daughter Aiko Kaya."

Those eyes shifted to me and I could make out milk chocolate, now that I was closer to him. "Ichigo Kurosaki," he introduced himself. He bowed to us and I returned his gesture. "The doctor of this small clinic is my father. The two nurses helping out are my younger sisters Karin and Yuzu."

"It's nice to have a family clinic," Hisashi complimented.

"Yes, sir." I would have laughed with how proper Ichigo was acting if I didn't want to leave the clinic so badly.

"Dad," I called to him. "I think we had long day."

"Oh, you're right, honey." He has to call me honey. So troublesome.

"Dad!" Another girlish voice said from the distance. "We have one last patient to treat!"

"Wow, he's as big as they come," Dr. Kurosaki commented. "Ichigo, come here to work!"

"You bet!" the orange head replied eagerly. After all, he wanted to be helpful like his sisters. He bowed to us once more before taking his leave.

"That's quite a nice fellow," my father remarked.

I agreed with him. As we were about to depart, two tall figures became visible from my peripheral vision: the doctor with the lab coat and another masculine male he was holding up. Apparently, the male was injured. I turned my head in their direction when I recognized Chad or Sado Yasutora, Ichigo's friend. He was clearly holding a bird cage in his left hand.

My eyes rounded as I peeked at the bird. There was something abnormal about it, the color and shape surrounding the bird was distorted. Quickly, I averted my attention to the door. I grabbed my father's hand and hastily exited the clinic.

From the scene, I acknowledged where we were -at the very beginning when Ichigo and his friends discovered their powers. Although, I had knowledge what would be in store for Chad and Ichigo, I promised not to interfere.

Another discovery I took note of was the fact that I saw the color of the bird's aura, the misshapen form of a human spirit stuck inside a bird. If I could see spirits, the meds I was taking wasn't working. It was a good thing that Dr. Kurosaki decided to prescribe a higher dosage because I wouldn't be able to detect or see spirits, and that meant I wouldn't have a role in Bleach.

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The next morning I woke up, I felt refreshed. I actually slept in a bed instead of in my sleeping bag. The smell of omelet and sausage filled the air, instantly causing my stomach to make noises. I tossed back the covers and went into the bathroom to do my morning ritual. Again, I dressed in casual clothes as I lacked a school uniform. By the time I made my way downstairs, dad was already dressed for work. He was sipping a mug of hot coffee.

"Again, you make breakfast," I greeted him.

"What are you trying to say? I'm irresponsible?" he retorted.

"No." A bubble of laughter escaped me, which startled the both of us. My chest felt lighter, like I was in a giddy mood. I hadn't felt this stir of emotion for a long time.

As if reading my thoughts, Hisashi put objects on the table. From the jiggling sound, I confirmed they were my new pills. "Take them and stay home from school today."

I blinked at him. "You've got to be kidding, right?"

"You're taking new meds and we don't know how you'll react. Stay home," he ordered. Hisashi was correct. My reaction to new meds wasn't pleasant. Even if I attended school, I would have to come home anyway.

"So troublesome," I sighed.

Apparently, he accepted my response as he went back to his easy-going self. "I will call the school on my way to work to inform them of your absence."

"Got it," I saluted.

He finished his coffee and placed the empty cup in the sink. He grabbed his case and a sweater before exiting the house. I locked the door the moment he disappeared into his gray car. I went into the kitchen and ate my breakfast in piece. I was about to place the dishes into the sink and take my meds when I felt a chill went down my spine. The hair at the nape of my neck stood up.

A voice that reminded me of an icy breeze spoke to me. "Don't take the pills."

I staggered back from the sink. The plate and fork fell from my fingers to crash with the other dishes. Distantly in my mind, I hoped that none of the dishes broke in the sink.

"Don't take the pills," the mysterious voice iterated.

My rear hit the kitchen table while I warily whipped my head to the side. Swallowing heavily, I tried to ignore the bitter taste of confusion and fear, I looked to the right.

And saw a spirit.

A spirit dressed in black, which greatly contrasted from his skin- a chalky white. His arm raised, his finger pointing.

Mouth dry, stomach heaving, my elbows clumsily braced the table for support.

Bile rose thick and fast. I spun away, not wanting to lose breakfast over the things that I tried to ignore.

"Don't take the pills."

When there was nothing but dry heaves left, I wiped a shaky hand across my mouth, then took a deep breath and turned to face the spirit. Only nothing was there.

I spun to the table and hastily opened the bottle of pills, placing each one in my hand and swiping them into my mouth. I swallowed them dry.

"Don't…" the voice started to ebb away.

Triumph washed over me. I stumbled back to the sink to sigh in relief as the dishes weren't shattered. Clumsily, I walked over to the windows in the living room and looked outside. The sun was already high in the sky. There was hardly anyone out on the street except for a dark-haired girl who seemed to be slumped over. She was constantly wiping her face.

"Karin," I whispered. Ichigo's little sister rarely cried. She was one not to display emotions, except concern over Ichigo's safety.

Before I knew what I was doing, I rushed outside and across the street to the little girl.

"Karin," I called to her.

She raised her raven head and futilely rubbed at her watery eyes. When a person didn't cry for a long time they wept a stream of tears.

"Do you want to come inside?" I raised my hand in the air, waiting for her to take it.

She watched the appendage for awhile. Just as I was about to pull back, she put her hand in mine and rose to her feet. Together, we walked back to my house. I closed the door.

"You can take a seat in the kitchen," I directed her. She was in the midst of taking off her shoes. "It's through the living room."

In the kitchen, she sat down with her carefully guarded eyes watching my every move. I didn't mind as I was a complete stranger to her. I busied myself with making tea. The moment the water was hot, I threw a tea bag in the cup along with extra sugar. I made my one the same way before placing both cups on the table.

"Drink the tea. It will help you calm down," I instructed her.

She eyed me warily before exhaling a breath. Slowly, she lifted the tea to her lips and blew gently at the content. Then she sipped it. Automatically, her eyes rounded as she peeped at me under her bangs.

"I know," I said as I sipped at my own tea. The sweet soothing liquid went down my throat. My lips parted. "When I'm sad or startled, a cup of sweet chamomile tea does the trick." It really did. It was an answer to calm down one's nerves, especially after seeing a ghost. Karin must have felt the boy's feelings, the same one who was trapped in the cockatiel.

"You aren't in school?" she said after a long pause.

"You're not in school either," I retorted. I sipped my tea, my fingers enjoying the warmth against the surface of the cup.

"I'm not feeling well."

"Me neither."

We both stayed silent while finishing the rest of our tea. When she was done, she put down the empty mug on the table.

I put mine down as well.

She pushed her chair back to motion she was going to leave. She opened her mouth and then thought better of it.

"Everything will be fine," I said with my lips stretching across my face.

"How do you know?" she questioned me.

Her worry for her brother's and the spirit's safety was eating at her. She needed reassurance but in the only way I could reveal. "I just know."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"In time, you'll see, Karin."

She narrowed her eyes on me. Perhaps, she didn't like the fact I knew her name.

"By the way, I'm Aiko Kaya, your new neighbor."

"I know." So, I wasn't a complete stranger to her after all.

She stood up and walked through the living room to put on her shoes. Without glancing over her shoulder, she opened the front door and left me. Karin was stubborn and tough. She didn't like to show her emotional side to anyone so I could comprehend her feelings with showing her tears to an outsider.

I knew I shouldn't have helped her. I was selfish and determined not to get involve with Bleach's affairs. But I couldn't watch a crying girl. I wasn't that heartless.

As I re-entered the kitchen to wash the dishes, I went back to where the ghost was standing and pointed my finger in the direction he was showing. Automatically, I noticed I was looking at the living room windows.

My eyes widened. He was trying to convey something.

The only thing that came to mind was Karin was outside. Was the spirit trying to inform me about her? If so, then why?


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