I do not own Bleach.

"KYA!" Sakura sat straight up and looked around. She was back in her room. When had she gotten back?

"Sakura-sama! Are you alright!" Sakura looked towards the door as her maid ran into the room.

"Sorry about that Seia-chan. Just a nightmare." Sakura ran her hand through her hair. It was in knots again. Sakura sighed as she crawled out of her blankets and walked to the bathroom. "Curse whoever gave me this dreadful hair!"

"Don't say that. It is so beautiful. When it isn't in knots that is. And it wouldn't knot so easily if you let me braid it at night." Seia followed her master into the bathroom to begin their usual morning routine. "Sazumi-sama was very pleased to find the kimono back in her closet. Especially since it was taken such good care of."

"What about Suzaku?" Sakura was starting to think it was all a dream. Especially the part about her grandmother being happy. She was never happy with her.

Seia brushed Sakura's hair in silence for several minutes before speaking. "Sazumi-sama was very crossed at the school. He shouldn't have even had access to alcohol. And for him and his to...to just die like that. *sniffle* Getting so drunk and beating each other to death. It's terrible." Seia hoped her emotional state didn't upset Sakura. Seia tried her hardest not to cry.

"I see." Sakura wondered how the police had gotten to that conclusion. Nothing made sense to her this morning. "Can you put my hair into my running style? I need to think."

"Of course." Seia began braiding Sakura's hair. Soon it was braided flat against her head and the tail was pinned up. "There you go. Do you need help picking out running gear?"

"Nope. Just make sure there is a warm bath for me when I get back. It will probably only be an hour long run." Sakura walked to her closet. She put on her black and red spandex capris and a black and orange sports bra. "Have you seen my running shoes? I was sure I put them in here last time."

"Try the back shelf." Seia always made sure her running gear got washed well. Especially her shoes.

"Got em!" Sakura walked out of her closet with her shoes in hand. "See you in an hour!" She ran down the hall and jumped down the stairs.

"Someone is energetic this morning." Kirito smiled as his daughter walked through the kitchen. He liked spending breakfast in the kitchen. He could always make himself more tea whenever he wanted it.

"Just need to do a bit of thinking." Sakura dug through the fridge till she found an orange juice container that was covered in pink flowers, her orange juice. "What time did I get back last night?"

"Don't tell me you were drinking too!" Kirito put down his morning paper and stared at his daughter with a worried look.

"No. I was just really tired that I didn't bother to check the time." Sakura picked up the cap she had dropped. Her father had startled her.

"Oh." Kirito sighed with relief. "I'm not quite sure sweet heart. Your mother and I got in sometime after midnight. And you were already in bed."

"I see." Sakura took a large drink from her juice before capping the container and closing the fridge. "I'll be back in an hour." Sakura hugged her father and ran to the side door.

She had her shoes on and was out of the gate in three minutes.

'How did I get home?' Sakura took deep breaths as she began to pace herself.

'You walked.' Sakura rolled her eyes at the melodic voice in her head. 'To early?'

'Yes. I would rather not have to deal with the voice inside my head just yet. I will get to you later.' Sakura grumbled as she ran. Her list of problems was growing.

Short chapter, but there are good things coming up. Let me know how I am doing.