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"Harry Midori-san, huh?" muttered the tired man behind the booth giving the raven haired youth across from him a sidelong glance, "quite an odd name you got there."

"How so?" he asked, not realizing what was off about his name.

"Well I've never met anyone with the family name Harry before," he man explained, "in fact I don't even think it's Japanese."

"Japanese?" Harry questioned, "What's that?"

"What's that?! It's the language you're speaking right now! How can you not-" started the man exasperatedly before smacking himself in the head, "Right, right, communication between souls is universal and automatically translated. Still won't help with the written part of the language, names, or the honorifics. I guess there's no way around it, I'll have to sign you up for the Japanese package, man what a hassle. There's been more and more foreigners coming through here every since Japan opened up its borders. I'll assume then that your name is Midori Harry then."

"While I get the paperwork settled please place your hand inside the box," he said.

Looking for said box, Harry saw it resting on top of the booth's shelf. It was a dark green color with a smooth exterior and perfect angles, there was a slot on the side of the box facing him. Harry, however, could not see inside the box.

Nervously, Harry wondered what the box would do. However he looked at Yoriaki and saw no markings on his hands. If he could do it so could Harry.

Harry raised his hand and without hesitation he stuck it inside the slot. As soon as he did a whirring sound could be heard from inside the box. This seemed to go on for a couple of minutes and Harryjust stood there awkwardly as the man behind the booth seemed to get increasingly impatient.

Suddenly a metallic click could be heard and a voice from emanating from the box could be heard.

"Date of death: Unknown"

"Unknown huh, well that's a new one," the man said with slightly more interest than before, "this is after all a new model from the 12th division, I suppose not all the bugs have been worked out. I guess I'll have to send it in for repairs."

A churning sound could be heard and a slip of paper was dispensed from the side facing the man in the booth. Grabbing it, the man tore the end off and deposited it in a drawer before handing Harry the slip.

"This is your entrance ticket," he explained back in his deadpan tone from before, "just go to the door with the corresponding with the door number on your ticket. Looks like yours is the southern 80th district. Before that though I'll need you to hold still for just a moment."

Before Harry could respond the man seemed to have pulled a large ink stamp. Reaching across the counter he pressed it against Harry's forehead. Several lines of Japanese characters were left on his skin and a couple seconds later they seemed to sink into his skin and be absorbed.

"There no you don't have to worry about not being able to read here in Soul Society," explained the man, "now make sure to grab some clothes that fit you from behind the kiosk before going to your assigned district."

Nodding, he left the front of the booth and went around to the back of the kiosk where there seemed to be box's full of random robes and clothes. Hardly any of them were in good condition, but they were something. Finding a loose fitting black robe, that he now knew was a kimono, that stopped at knees and elbows he quickly tied it off with a tattered black sash.

Feeling some relief at finally being clothed he went over to Yoriaki who was in a similar state of dress but his robes were a light grey.

"Ya doin' alright Midori?" The redhead asked his raven haired counterpart.

"Why?" Harry asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Would ya have believed me?" he answered, looking at him Harry seemed to consider it before shaking his head, continuing he said, "I also didn't want ya ta panic like those other people, I was doin' my best to look out for ya."

"But who asked you to look out for me?" he continued to question Yoriaki, "Why are you helping me, you didn't know me."

"Yer right I didn't, but I think I saw a bit of myself when I was younger in ya," he replied sheepishly, "besides it's my duty as yer older brother to look out for ya."

"Older brother?" he said in shock, Yoriaki was his older brother?

"Not yer actual brother dimwit," Yoriaki explained, smacking the backside of Harry's head, "I just always wanted a younger brother, see I'm the youngest of 5 brothers and was the tallest of them standing at 2 meters with long flowing hair, but despite that no one ever relied on me. I was always babied and never trusted with anything, so I always wanted someone who would rely on me, someone I could look after."

"Sure I'll be your little brother," Harry said before offering his hand, "just don't forget you can rely on me as well, we'll look out for each other. We're brothers after all."

"Yeah," Yoriaki agreed, clasping Harry's hand in his own, "brothers."

"Just so you know it's Harry now," Harry said, "Midori Harry."

"Don't leave me out of this just because I'm old," came sudden voice from the side of them, startled they turned and saw a grinning Masanori.

"Quit it old man!" Yoriaki shouted back at him.

Midori suddenly doubled over laughing.

"I-I'm going to miss this," he said after regaining his breath, "I'm glad to have met you guys."

"What're ya talkin' 'bout, Midori?" asked Yoriaki.

"Well we'll all be going off in our own directions now right?" he explained looking at his ticket, I'm heading off to the south 80th district."

"Huh, well would you look at that, I'm going to the north 80th district," said Masanori, "I guess you're right, it's been a pleasure you two, hopefully we'll see each other again some time."

With that he walked over to the corresponding doorway before being stopped by a guard, who inspected his ticket briefly before allowing him to pass. There was one guard for each set of of doorways.

Looking around Harry saw some of the guards becoming antsy with how stationery the two were. Then he noticed a pair of guards starting to walk towards them.

"We really should be going Yoriaki," Harry said, laying a hand on his shoulder, "Besides it's not like we won't see each other again right?"

"Nah who cares about that," Yoriaki replied with a grin, "I'll just go with yah."

"I don't think-" Harry started, before being cut off by Yoriaki.

"It'll be fine don't worry about it," he said forcefully dragging Harry with him, "southern 80th district right?"

They were suddenly stopped by a guard.

"I'll need to check your tickets," he intoned, with a palm outstretched.

Handing them over, he gave them a cursory glance before he gestured to Yoriaki.

"Sorry but the western 15th district is over down that way," he motioned down across the line of doorways before grabbing Harry by the arm, "I'll make sure he gets to the 80th southern district, you just run along now."

"I'll be alright Yoriaki," Harry told him with a tearful grin as he was marched to the doorway, "Besides we'll see each other again. I'll come visit you in the 15th district. Don't worry about me."

"I wouldn't bet on it kid," the guard interjected, "the you're heading to the slums, the 80th districts are the worst there is, I hate to do this but you need to be concerned with yourself there and not worry about your friend there. You better toughen up otherwise you won't last out there."

"Don't listen to him Yoriaki I'll be-" Harry stopped himself when he saw Yoriaki, his friends eyes were downcast, staring at the floor, and his fists were clenched, "Yoriaki?"

Yoriaki stayed like that until Harry was about to reach the doorway.

"'Don't worry about me,' ya say 'I'll be fine,' ya say," muttered the redhead before lifting his head and locking eyes with Harry, who was shocked at what he saw in his brown eyes, there was a fire that he had never seen before, "Don't screw with me! Don't expect me to believe that shit when ya don't sound like ya believe it either! Yer just saying that for my sake, and ya know what? It fuckin pisses me off! I told ya to rely on me, so rely on me goddamnit! Yer my little brother, I'm going with ya no matter what!"

With that he broke into a sprint straight towards Harry.

"Stop that kid!" shouted the guard holding Harry, who was then released as he prepared to intercept Yoriaki.

Two guards from the booths came running towards Yoriaki from behind, but they were slower than the red haired youth as they hadn't gotten much physical exercise at this post.

Yoriaki continued his mad dash heading straight for the guard in front of him, who had his feet planted wide and his arms outstretched in an attempt to stop his advance. As he got closer, Yoriaki darted to the side and grabbed hold of one of the guards outstretched arms, lifting himself off the ground with it he spun himself around the guard and planted his feet in the guards back before using it as a springboard to launch himself towards Harry.

Both Harry's and Yoriaki's eyes widened in alarm as they both noticed that Yoriaki was on a straight path of collision with Harry's torso.

Head met chest as they collided and went tumbling backwards into the doorway filled with white light.

Author's Note: And we're finally done with the Arrival Arc, now that we are finally entering Soul Society interesting things can start happening besides talking in line. I hated writing this arc simply because I just never thought it was good enough or interesting enough, but I hope I've managed to entertain you up until this point. Next chapter will definitely take longer to come out though so please bear with me. As always any feedback is appreciated.