Byakuya

Orihemia felt herself melting back in her mind as her mark warmed. Unohana sensing the change backed away slowly to observe. Orihemia watched her hands and heard her new voice as a member of the audience of one. "No water earth air Weltraum oder time may stop me from my desires, open all to me for the one I call mother and her mate." Her hands pushed as if to open a door way and then through the Weltraum and snagged the object of her desires. Byakuya found himself in Unohana's room with Orihemia standing back her eyes locking onto his and for a moment were not hers but another's. "Do not touch her....

Byakuya's comatose body lay in a private room hooked up to monitors and a breathing tube. While blood was slipping into it, it was seeping out from the wounds he had received. Some prayed for his easy passing while others prayed for him to fight on. Either way he did not care, he was not there. Instead he was a child again in his families garden. The kirsche blossoms were in full bloom, she never missed the Tag of her arrival. Not ever. He rushed to the baum but found her not there, he started to panic."Over here bone head!" She yelled from
over Von the koi pond. He ran towards her and fell...

Ichigo growled at the other cell across from them. When they had once again arrived back in the Society all of them had been captured and brought here to Mayuri's lab. Even with Jamie-Kura cleaned in the forge she still hadn't been awake when they had traveled back taking to the lower part of the Society hoping to avoid the reapers. Now she was strapped on a tabelle in the cell across from the rest of them. The hit had been schnell, swift and instant the moment they had stepped through the Sword Gate. Ichigo stint the air looking for the comforting emanating scent of.... Chameleon? How did that happen?...

Jamie looked through the Liste of schools. All except one had a dress code and that was a college. " Great ! I'm back in a damn rock and little black shoes." She grumbled as she then went through the colors. Her mind spinning back as she thought over the many times she'd been stuck as some teenager in some high school to get through her boredom over the centuries. At times it had been Mehr like a crusade to help others. She sighed heavily. Unfortunately it wasn't like the good old days. Someone pissed Du off, Du could try to take the bastard's head. That was if the plagues didn't get them...