Standard disclaimers apply to the fictional characters of BLEACH used in this story. They are the property of the esteemed Kubo Tite-sensei, and I have no claim over them. Please don't sue.
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"Please, don't be a stranger and come visit me at the clinic, okay Kanae-chan?" Masaki beamed as she hugged the other female. "Don't forget to take care of yourself too!"
"I will, Masaki-sama," said Katagiri as unwound her arms. "Please let me know if there's anything you will need in the future."
"You don't have to worry about Masaki, little lady. I'll take good care of her!" exclaimed Isshin as he took the handle of the suitcase from the maid's hand. He then looked behind her at the other man standing at the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was serious. "She won't be alone, ever."
Ryuuken stayed silent for a moment before he lowered his head. The sunlight glanced off the glasses, concealing his eyes. "Remember what we agreed on, Masaki… And be well."
The brunette woman smiled softly at her cousin. "Thank you, Ryuu-chan. Please, be happy, okay?"
The white haired man said nothing and the Shinigami spoke up, disrupting the solemn mood. "We should get going, Masaki."
Masaki took steady steps to the gate, only looking over her shoulder to wave briefly with her smile in place. "See you later, Kanae-chan! Ryuuken!"
Lowering her hand from waving back, Kanae watched as the mismatched pair walked off into the sunset. Minutes later, she turned around to face her charge. "Young Master?"
"What is it, Katagiri?" He turned his eyes on her, betraying nothing.
Sighing quietly, she did her best to smile. "No, it's nothing, Young Master. I shall go to prepare your tea."
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AN: Thank goodness for thunderstorms!
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