Byakuya walked into the garden feeling suddenly lonely. He thought of his Hisana and paused. Looking at his mother's baum an odd memory came to him. A girl with long red hair bounced lively and carefree among its branches, while he struggled to follow. He had done this many times each time was indeed faster but never fast enough. Never like her, pausing. He followed her graceful movements barely moving a branch as she lit on one to another. His mouth dropping open as he had never seen anything so beautiful.
"Marry me." The girl suddenly fell backwards almost passing him. He snatched her arm,...

Mayouri looked at the brain he kept from Nemu. The creature had vast power, the only thing Mehr so was the cage....Nemu could have that power...but none of the other jems had held such a creature. Just trinkets compared to that pearl....but if he couldn't have the pearl, this Drako's Hoard would do. Perhaps they knew how to unlock the cage. oder how to extract the power within. Yes he needed one of the hoard, anyone of them would do. He licked his lips in anticipation.
Mira woke sweating profusely. The Bilder still swimming in her head. Getting up she swayed and nearly Lost her meager dinner....

Byakuya sat at his schreibtisch Lesen the slight leather bound book, making notes when it fit Drako's Hoard. When he was done he looked at his notes coming to the only conclusion anyone would make. Drako's Hoard were the smiths they were hunting....he frowned bending his head in thought. It wasn't right and though Captain Zuraki could not remember who they were. He had remembered that the leader had sagte to tell her grandfather she had no plans on taking the throne. He shook his head. Why use the Soul Society to assassinate a member of the royal family? Especially one that did not want the title....

In this past two years I have Lost my house that my husband of nearly now 23 years and I built paycheck to paycheck 20 plus years Vor to a feuer the week after I Lost my grandfather. Thankfully all but our beloved pets were unfortunately killed. Our church wonderfully came to our rescue since Obama decided to play KISS arsch to the UN so we could not rebuild as we did back then. Our dear friend and architect that basically with the aid of his son built our wonderful house died in a car accident two weeks before we moved in which was Halloween. After all that we believed our luck could not get...

The car put on its high beams and ran straight for them. Byakuya twisted the wheel to avoid the car but the other vehicle mirrored his movements and then suddenly put itself across both lanes. Jamie knew there was only one option, the steep, deep ditch and at their speed there wasn't much to do. She flung out her wings as they went over the side. The wings made for a roof that was impenetrable as the car rolled over and over and over one Mehr time to land upside down in a winding ankle deep run off stream that with rain would not remain ankle deep for long. The lead thug swore as he seen his...

Seen how Yamamoto got it in the end. Have to do a little rewriting

Jamie felt her body ache as she went over the map and the details of the plan to take out the latest threat they had taken on. "They get their provisions...." Her body suddenly flew up into the air, her screams turned into roars as light exploded from within her and shot up disappearing as if cutting through to another dimension. Jamies body hung there before being pummeled again. Cleo and Mac caught her body as it fell like a rag doll towards the earth. Cleo checked her vitals; her goddess was dying on her. Mac opened the bag...

Jamie didn' t even look behind her she just kept zipping down the street. If anyone in her family would have seen her, they would have told her that she was being a coward. Perhaps she was but confronting the facts of what accepting the truth of the matter would be. She just wasn't ready, maybe it was because he looked like what her Byakuya had on that fateful day. Now 3000 yrs plus his descendant somehow had the ability to make her his mate. How else could it be? God only knew where her gloryflower had found its final resting place. Maybe they had even thrown it out, the fact that she was...

Jamie walked the straße feeling those big ears that had been listening at the bars and other places she'd visited follow her. Just as she planned. She smiled and when she found the dead end she chose she turned to a crowded alleyway. Bowing she waited. "Heard Du were looking for us." A squatty, in his 30's gang leader spoke smoking a fat cigar. "I have a deal for all of you." The crowd erupted in thunderous laughter. "The only deal Du could make would be with that body and pretty face." A tall, thin man who shinned his nails on his jacke sagte with a smirk. The last two leaders just frowned....

Jamie laid on Ichigo's bed. Ichigo refusing to let her have the couch in the living room, after getting home. Looking up at the few stars she could see out from where the curtains came together. A knock came at the door, then it opened. "Oh, your asleep..." Jamie raised a hand and motioned her forward. Yuzu approached the bett with some hesitation. What did she call her? Was she really some ancient ancestress? Jamie eased up and turned to her. Patting the mattress Yuzu came and sat Weiter to her. "Are Du happy?"
Yuzu blushed. "Yes....except I'm not as special as the rest of my family." Jamie frowned....

Jamie left the Kurosaki house while it was dark, she tucked in Yuzu and gave her a KISS on the forehead. She was indeed precious just like the rest of the family. A wizardess. Ichigo a smith and Karen a reaper. A full set. Taking out the cash in her left pocket she left it on the schreibtisch with a small note. "Moving out. Liebe Du all." She turned to go and ran into Isshin. His folded arms and stern face made her shoulders sag. "I can't stay and endanger Du and your family. They want me dead and if Du stand with me, they won't think twice, reaper oder not. I don't care Du are the first blood family...

Rukia sat waiting for the assistant to be done pouring the tea. After leaving she waited until the first sip had been taken. "What is a soul smith, headmaster?" The headmaster set down the fragile teacup. "Why are Du here Lady Rukia?" She frowned. "I saw Ichigo in full reaper uniform." Yamamoto closed his eyes in thought. "What else?" Rukia shook her head. "You know Mehr than what is being said. Who are the Soul Smiths?" She sagte it without using his title.
Yamamoto chuckled. "You also are keeping secrets, Lady Rukia." A knock came at the door. His assistant opened it gently. The High King's...

Byakuya stilled. "How long have Du known?" Yamamoto shook his head. "I thought it best to keep it to myself, but now it seems, fate has decided otherwise." Byakuya frowned. "How does one know if one is a Soul Smith?"
Yamamoto looked through the book. "It is here. 13 tribes. 13 children 13 masters. 16 yrs maturity. First born. Always born in a set of twins. With the 2nd being a mage, healer oder reaper. Flaming hair, can see ghosts, demons, hollows, reapers, and angels. Usually has a hammer as a weapon but is trained in all forms of combat along with any and all those weapons that they have created."...