"Good morning Miss Bishop!"

You were greeted brightly by your student Orihime Inoue, a cheerful and sweet-natured teen with long orange hair and expressively soft round brown eyes when you opened the door to welcome your class.

Her greetings seemingly startled you even now, but you accept them with returned gratitude.

"You look lovely today!" she added.

Your eyes drop quickly to your outfit; it wasn't much, just a dark, twisted high-waisted skirt with a thigh split and white sleeveless collared top, with sandals and your yellow hair band and chocker with the hanging spear. "Good morning Miss Orihime! Thank you." You reply, stepping aside to allow the students in and greeting everyone.

Ichigo again ignored it. You maintained your smile and closed the door once the last student sat.

"Okay," you begin heading to the front of the class to your workstation. All eyes followed you. "Good morning, my precious students! I hope you have finished your given assignment. I want to collect them before you leave. Now then, for today, we begin our first cooking assignment. Before we begin, however, a pop quiz."

The eagerness in a few students' eyes faded and was replaced with groans and nerves.

You fought off the rising smirk and stood before them with regal tenderness.

"Complaints and displeasure are understandable. But, it does not dictate this class; if you wisely adhere to the assignment, then the quiz shall be effortless. If not, then you shall refrain from today's lesson."

A few heads slumped, and some had color draining from their faces, indicating precisely what you anticipated. Nevertheless, you picked up the pile of quizzes and began distributing them when a hand went up.

It was Mizurio Komjima, a youthful-looking teen with black hair and calm blue eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Mizurio?" You acknowledge, handing out the first quiz.

"Miss Bishop, I don't mind passing the quizzes out for you." He smiled standing from his seat, "So you can collect our assignments and use the time to grade them. If you don't mind."

You hadn't thought of that; it would shear off time and allow everyone who passed it with today's lesson.

"How kind of you, Mr. Mizurio, but it is alright," you decline and hand another student a quiz.

Mizurio, for a moment, was shocked but didn't let it deter him, "Please, Miss Bishop, I don't mind." He added another layer of politeness to his smile. It wasn't forceful or begging.

Smiling to yourself, you agreed and tasked him with passing out the quizzes; for the student to pick up the assignments, a few hands flew up, and automatically your eyes went to Ichigo, who kept his hands folded and his eyes on the wall.

"I'll do it, Miss Bishop!" Orihime stretched her hand up high she nearly lifted herself out of her seat.

You turn to her, "Very well, Miss Orihime. Everyone, please take out your assignment so Miss Orihime May come and collect them."

The sound of rustling papers and shifting stool legs filled the room. Within five minutes, the quizzes were passed out, and Orihime returned with the assignments and handed them to you.

"Thank you, Miss Orihime," you give her a gracious smile.

From her seat, Tatsaki looked up from her quiz and noticed the transfixed gleam in Orihime's eyes on you. Tatsaki smiled, shaking her head, stopping when Orihime returned to her seat. Tatsaki felt Orihime started gaining some adoration towards you; she had begun questioning Tatsaki about you since the first day of class and burst with giddiness when they approached the class. She tugged Tatsaki to reach the room. Orihime was the first in front of the door, and her eyes never left you when you spoke. There was this magnetism that Tatsaki noticed Orihime had with you. She wasn't sure if you noticed or not. She couldn't blame Orihime; Tatsaki felt that way about you when she first saw you as a child and couldn't believe Ichigo told her about you. This sort of emission of elegant radiance from you was captivating. Tatsaki liked it to the moon. A full moon. Beautiful. Light. Enchanting. Yet, there was this distance she couldn't put her finger on.

A full moon to Ichigo's mother sun, Tatsaki would think when she saw you with Masaki.

"Does everyone have their quiz?" you ask, gaining Tatsaki's attention back; you were standing before everyone sweeping your eyes over them, ensuring they had the quiz.

The students nodded their heads, and you continued, "Wonderful. You have fifteen minutes to complete it. After, we will go over the answer together. Please do not cheat; now begin!"

The sound of lead scraping and scratching on paper filled the room; you took this time and sat at your desk with the assignments and began grading.

Over at Karakura Elementary, it was recess for 1st through 3rd grade. Children filled the playground playing among themselves, Adam however was sat in the grass under a tree staring up at the branches of the tree. His eyes seemed to be moving from one branch to another. His mouth speaking soundless words happily content. Others nearby stopped and stared rather confused at what he was doing. Adam hadn't noticed and continued his single conversation until he got up and hurried inside, now looking to the side and talking to the ground.

None of the attendants noticed his absence when he snuck back in. The halls were empty except for some backpacks that hung on hooks outside their classrooms. None of them were his interest, so he walked right by and continued through the halls until he reached his classroom. Mrs. Eto wasn't there, leaving the room empty. Adam walked right in and went straight to his desk, he lifted the top and took out two drawings.

A smile of beaming pride overwhelmed his face, "My cousins are going to love these! What do you think, Whipy?" He turned to the side and angled the drawings downward. His smile slightly fell, "That's a mean thing to say. I can't give them a drawing of you, they won't know who you are. Don't worry though, I'll make sure to introduce you to them! I'm sure they'll like you! Come on, we better hurry."

He hurried out and returned to the empty hall, and stood there unsure where to go next. "Which way again?" he asked looking down to his right. "OH! Yeah! This way!"

Holding his drawings close Adam went left in the direction of the upper-grade classrooms on the other side of the school. Running wasn't permitted in the halls, as Mrs. Eto would say, 'Walking feet.' Adam tried to slow his hasty feet but they didn't and he kept running. When he reached the flight of stairs to the second floor, he panted tirelessly. A bit of sweat dotted his brow and trickled down wetting the rest of his face, his glasses nearly slipped off, using an index finger he pushed them back onto the bridge of his nose.

"There's a lot," he shrunk slightly gazing at the mountain of stairs, "but my cousins are up there, so let's go!"

With a shrug, Adam held onto the railing and began climbing, and with his free hand open and pointed towards his feet he added a bit of a push to ease and alleviate some of the pulsating dullness forming in his feet. The bell rang when he reached the top, which meant the other kids were cleaning and lining up. He ignored it and continued down the hall. Casting his eyes up at room numbers on the door he searched for a particular one. Whipy said it had the letter D and the number 4. Right now he was on the B's. Knowing his alphabet Adam passed the rooms until he reached the C's and slowed his pace, only to come to a complete stop from a familiar voice calling to him in a whisper form.

Adam glanced around finding no one or anything except an empty hall.

"Adam." the voice echoed down the hall, "Adam come here. Come here."

Adam remained in his spot, there was no sense of fear that crept over him. A look of curiosity and a smile formed on his face, and his feet began walking toward the perceived direction of the voice; when the bell rang and snapped him back. The doors to the other classrooms opened and the older students began coming out, they didn't notice Adam and he became swept up in the sea of students. Protectively he clung to his drawings when a student accidentally bumped into him and knocked him to the floor. He hit the floor roughly, the force was enough to knock his glasses off. Remaining calm Adam, stuff the drawings between his teeth, and began feeling around for his glasses. A few times his little fingers were stepped on, but he shook it off and kept going.

"Do you see them, Whipy?" he asked among the clamoring students. "Where?" He stopped and turned his sight towards the left, he squinted to see and could barely make out something purple just a few feet away near the walls."There they are! Thanks, Whipy!"

Reaching out a hand Adam aimed it toward the object, a pair of heavy feet hastily walked toward them. From the vibrations collected by his other hand, Adam thrusts and clenched his hand, a sudden force of wind, his body along with a few others were suddenly pushed back to the other side. Students became frightened and confused, even more so when they found a large crack splintered along the wall trailing upward. Teachers came out and stared at this new damage. Adam sat up from his spot and rubbed the back of his head ignoring the splitting pain beginning to erupt from injury.

"What was that?"

A student shuffled among the others, which was followed by others.

"It just happened!"

"Did a vent break?"

Adam tuned out their concerns and as he did his best to keep himself steady in the hall that began tilting and teetering, he felt something firm and solid in his hand. Managing to lower his gaze he found his glasses safely in his hand. He got ready to smile when something thick, warm, and liquid-like, that tasted like a penny, dropped onto his hand a few times. He tried to make out what it was, only that it was red and now painted a part of his hand that color.

A scream released from somewhere in the hall, Adam wasn't sure where, it sounded muffled with a deafening ring. He tried moving and like a sack of potatoes, he dropped and took the world with him back into the darkness. The last thing he heard,

"Yuzu!"

And his thought, cousins?