Author's Note

Here's chapter three. In case you were wondering, Daitaiyo should translate as Great Sun from Japanese to English, someone please correct me if I'm wrong, and the flowers in the prison garden are all of the Shun Shun Rikka flower types by their name according to the Bleach wiki. Anywho, enjoy the story!

I couldn't help but pout at the ruined flower bed. I guess the bunnies were not so good to have around. Many of the flowers had been chewed upon or uprooted and the soil had been flung around and onto the pathways. The flower bed was just a mess and it would take a while to clean the mess they made and even longer to get the flowers fully blooming again. Dreading how long it might take, I got down on my knees and got to work.

I ended up finishing earlier than I expected since Sado and Renji both ended up helping me clean up. After washing up a bit, I saw that I had about half an hour before dinner and decided to go see Guardian-kun.

"… and I was able to convince Abarai-kun to make a pin to put the bunnies we catch in so we can keep them like pets! We could even sell some of them as pets to visitors, don't you think it's a great idea Guardian-kun?" A small breeze washes through the clearing just barley causing the flower heads to nod.

"Well, I think it's a great idea!" I pout back at him. At least, I'm pretty sure Guardian-kun is a 'he' and that he makes gusts of wind to express yes's and no's when I ask him questions. "And I'm sure Onii-chan agrees with me!" I declare while looking at the small picture of him in my wallet leaning against Guardian-kun's marker.

"Anyways, I was thinking of planting some new flowers here. Maybe some daffodils or poppies. What do you think, Guardian-kun?" A warm and stronger breeze moves through the clearing causing the flower heads to nod enthusiastically. "Alrighty then, I'll just need to go to the store and get some seeds. Maybe I can go with Abarai-kun when he goes to get wire fences and traps for the bunny pen." I muse out loud bringing a hand up to my chin. I glance down at my watch and notice that it's only three minutes 'til dinner starts. "Oh no!" I squeal out. "I'm going to be late for dinner and then the little green men will eat my dinner and I'll have no dinner and starve to death overnight and …" A sharp cool wind snaps past me pulling me out of my rambling. "Ah, right! I should be going. Thanks, Guardian-kun, I'll try to come see you tomorrow, too." I quickly scoop up my wallet before making a quick bow to the shrine and marker and then scurry away to wash up before I'm late for dinner.

She really worries me sometimes, going overboard with her imaginative thoughts of what will happen when things go wrong. At least I think they're imaginative, if not, I might just have a panic attack if she doesn't come back tomorrow.

I'm really not sure that keeping bunnies in a pen will turn out the way she thinks it will, after all, it just sounds like a good way to "grow" your own meat if you ask me. However, I have no means to tell her that and she seems excited about the idea, so I gave her a polite agreement.

I'm not sure why she feels the need to ask me about planting flowers here. She can do whatever she likes with the outside of my prison, I don't get to see it anyways. But it's nice, that she thinks that my opinion is important, that she actually asks and pays attention to me. I don't think I could turn down her requests to garden here anyways, it gives her more to tell me about, more of a glimpse into the world outside these wooden walls.

I appreciate all that she does for me because I know she doesn't have to, and more than that, I'm fairly certain she's not supposed to be talking to me either. But she does this anyway, and I worry for her.

I tried to drive her off during the first week with chill winds and killing intent, but maybe she could sense that I didn't mean it, because she kept coming back, talking to me as she supposedly cleaned out the weeds and planted a garden around my prison. I was called stubborn when I was free, but maybe isolation like this has softened me, because I gave up trying to drive her away after one week. Instead I began to look forward to and crave the time that she would come close to my prison and babble on about everything that she did.

I actually got mad when she started talking to this "Onii-chan" thinking that maybe she wasn't coming to me out of the kindness of her heart, but as some sort of duty to try and tame me, to turn me docile and usable for whatever order now had control of this prison. I'm sure she picked up on my rage, I've never been one to control my powers too well when incited with negative emotions, hell, that's half the reason I'm even in this stupid box. She must have guessed that "Onii-chan" was making me upset, so she explained how he had passed five years previously, how he had raised her since she was three, how she liked to talk to him up in "heaven," how my prison area seemed like a peaceful place to talk, and how she wanted me to meet him and hoped we could get along. The anger just melted right out of me at those heart felt words and left me feeling like a total ass for being so petty about the whole thing. I'm pretty sure she cried during her explanation, too, but I honestly can't be completely certain of things outside these stupid wooden walls.

She is my light in this unending darkness. If I get out, I'll protect her with all I have, I owe her at least that much for all that she's done for me. I may be a monster, but I think I've still got a heart in here somewhere, broken and scarred, and right now, she's the one holding it together.

"Do you understand the plan?"

"Yes, my lord." A voice growls back from the shadows before the impromptu throne in the warehouse. "I am to go to the Daitiayo temple tonight and break the stone seals in the gardens while a sleep is cast over the shinigami and fullbringer in residence. After the sealed are released we are to attack and kill the guards so that we may over run the temple."

"Very good. And remember, no witnesses. Now go, and don't come back if you're caught. "

The figure slinks out of the shadows and leaves the warehouse, slipping out into the dark night as the rain begins to pour down.

"Do you think he'll succeed?" a soft monotone voice inquires.

"Tch, like a weakling like that will actually come outta there alive with a bunch of angry sealed finally gettin' free. Right, my Lord?" a gruff, sarcastic voice answers.

"Yes, I doubt he'll come back, but it doesn't really matter if he does or not. His job is to test their defenses and, if he's lucky, free your brethren to wreak havoc upon them, giving him a slight chance at surviving this night." The lord's smooth, velvet voice replies. "And do not make me remind you to mind your manners again, am I clear?"

"Yes sir." The other growls back, discontent obvious in his voice.

"Now back to your duties, both of you. There is still much to be done before my plan comes to fruition."

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