Mori: I HAD to write this! (I can't ever seem to focus on one story!) I kind of started getting into Renji and thought of this little plot!

I've never done this before. Usually my little divider thingies have been initials of the main characters or relating to the story in some way and repeating over and over. This time I'll try something a little different! XD

T S U K I

Heavy rain fell upon soul society that late afternoon. Angry grey clouds refused to show them the beautifully setting sun and instead gave them a chilled wind and an array of grays and blacks. Thunder roared down from the heavens and lightening flashed, attempting to scare away any that so happen to be near by. Earlier the rain had been light enough for some to consider it mist, but not now as the clear liquid had begun to turn into a small stream and wash red liquid along with it.

Her ebony hair was sprayed everywhere, natural red streaks blended in with the warm sticky liquid that refused to stop gushing from her wounds. Her fiery red eyes began to grow dull and lifeless. Her breathing was shallow and a metallic taste filled her mouth and escaped to the side of her lips and ran down her chin, onto the mud beneath her. A few last tears escaped her eyes as the reality of the situation filled her mind.

'No…Not like this…' She coughed up blood and continued to drift between reality and unconsciousness. She distinctly made out a sloshing sound, but brushed it off as the rain.

"Hey! Someone's over here! Captain!" The sloshing noise was louder and quicker than before, "Hey," The voice was much closer now, almost as if he were right beside her. The girl looked up with her eyes slightly and, to her surprise, saw someone kneeling right beside her, "You okay?" he asked, clearly concerned.

He was such a blur to her eyes. She had already been on the brink of death; her crying didn't help much at all. She blinked until a bit of her vision began to make its way back to her. She couldn't believe the color of his hair! It was such a bright red! Like freshly spilled blood or even a color of the sunset! She knew her hair had a few red streaks here and there, but his! His was almost ridiculous!

"Hey c'mon! Stay with me! What's your name? What squad division are you from?" He asked her, his voice becoming slightly panicked. He turned her over onto her back and tried to cover up some of the more serious wounds, while she continued to stare at him.

Squad Division? Had she been part of one? If so then she couldn't remember much about being in one. She winced as he applied pressure to her stomach area, "Your name. What is it?" The woman in front of him looked up directly at the mourning phenomenon before her as it continued to place wet kisses upon her cheek, each time just barely missing her eyes.

"The moon," she said weakly, lifting up her arm and holding her palm to the sky, "I can't see the moon," Her tears mixed with the rain so that he wouldn't be able to tell whether or not she was crying.

"What? What are you talking about?" He asked almost angrily, "I asked for your name! Don't defy a vice captain!" She slowly closed her eyes, suddenly feeling too tired to continue any further, "Hey! Don't you dare die on me! Hey! Hey!"

His voice echoed in her ears each time he called out to her. The sound drifted and dulled as if it were traveling through water. She held onto his voice until she could no longer make it out. She steadily drifted off, no longer caring about anything. Before she drifted off completely she could've sworn she'd heard him curse.

Y O M I

"Ugh," She groaned and rolled over on her side. She hissed, feeling a sharp pain in her side.

"Oh! You mustn't!" A panicked, childish voice rang in her ears, "You'll re-open your wounds! Please don't move!" He laid her back onto her backside gently. Her eyes snapped open and sat straight up. She surveyed the room in a panic and realized that A. She was alive and B. She was not where she had last been.

She turned and glared at the person who had helped her turn back over. She scrutinized ever detail about him. His kimono was black complete with a white sash to hold it together. His posture looked timid and cautious. His steel-grey eyes hid behind his faded black hair.

"I'm Yamada Hanatarou. 4th seat of squad division 4!" He smiled at her. She calmed for a second, but remained tense and wary of him, "May I ask your name, Miss?" She continued to stare at him. He shifted, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, "Unohana-taichou is out at a captain's meeting at the moment. She's the one who healed up most of your wounds. If you don't mind me asking: what squad are you from? I'm not sure if I've seen you before,"

She lowered her gaze to the bed sheets before her and refused to answer any of his questions. She didn't want to say anything that might get her into trouble. She hadn't had a clue what the kid was talking about. Divisions, seats, captains, it all meant nothing to her!

"My, it seems this one's a bit uncooperative," A woman with long black hair, braided in front of her, entered the room. A long white cloak covered her black kimono. Many more people followed in after her, all of whom where wearing something similar. Those that weren't wearing white cloaks over black kimonos, had an arm sash tied to their right arms, "Hanatarou, if you could please leave for a moment," the woman, who she assumed to be Unohana-taichou, told him in a gentle but demanding voice.

"Y-yes, Captain!" He quickly scrambled up and left the room. The woman only recognized one of the many people in the room and that was only because of his unusual hair color.

One man walked forward. He was very elderly and leaned against a wooden staff. He was bald at the top of his head, but it seemed as if his beard and mustache had hair long enough to replace the shiny baldness at the top, "Let me ask you this child, before you speak a single word: You dress like a shinigami and even carry zanpakutou with you. You have a decent amount of reiratsu and hold your expressions well, from what I can see now," The atmosphere around him grew dark, "However; you are not in any of our records. Not in past files, nor in current ones, not even in the academy list of beginners. Now tell me and the twelve other captains and vice captains before you: Who are you exactly? And how is it that you are a shinigami, with two zanpakutou no less!"

The many people that filled the room looked at her with either empty expressions or with awed ones. She clenched her fists and bit her lip. She glared at the bed sheets and refused to answer anyone. There was only one person within the room that was worth her time and it wasn't him. The woman felt cold steel upon her neck. She cast her eyes in the direction of the blade and its owner.

"You'd do well to answer the questions," His voice was cold and ruthless, "You are in no position to fight any one of us," His steel grey eyes where the same as the horrid clouds that had blocked her dieing view of the beautiful moon the other night. She decided right then that she hated him for that alone.

"C'mon, Kid. Just answer the damn questions. We haven't got all day," One man said bored tone. His hair was completely spiked up and at the tip of each spike was a single bell. He wore an eye patch on his right eye and his kimono was worn out. On his shoulder was a small girl with pink hair and brown eyes. On her right shoulder was a badge.

The woman sitting in front of them all wanted to ignore every last one of them (aside from one), and curl up in a ball in a corner. She would've if it hadn't have been for one of them placing a sword to her throat. She jumped slightly at the sudden presence to her left.

"Look," The man with red hair began. His long hair was up in a pony tail, and spiky at the ends. His hair only amplified the color of his brown eyes. Instead of being a dark brown color, they appeared to be a light honey brown. She also noted the tattoos that were placed on his forehead, "Unless you want my captain to cut you to pieces I suggest you answer a few questions. Now: What's your name?"

She hesitated for a moment, "Tsukiko," he voice was raspy and weak from the time she had been out. The people in the room were surprised for a moment, but brushed it off as just afraid of the threat their subordinate had bestowed upon her.

"Tsukiko what? What's your full name?"

"I don't know," She answered him again looking only at him as she spoke.

"How is it that you are a shinigami if we have no record of you existing?" The captain holding the sword to her throat asked.

She ignored him as if he hadn't asked the question at all and waited for the man with red hair to ask her another question.

"Answer me!" The captain was growing irritated and his tone grew more dangerous.

"How did you become a shinigami?" The redhead asked for his captain.

"I don't know," she answered truthfully.

"Why are you only answering me?" He asked, curious. He was sure it was an okay question and that he wasn't the only person thinking it.

"You're the only one in this room that deserves an answer," she answered back truthfully.

"Why?"

"Because you were the one that found me," He voice was steadily growing stronger, "I remember that much,"

"Why do you have two zanpakutou?" The old man from before asked. She ignored him, like the other captain. The redheaded man saw this and repeated the elder's question before he could become irritated.

"I don't know,"

"Do you even know their names?" He asked wearily.

"Yes," She was growing tired of questions.

"Well what are they?!" He nearly snapped.

"Why should I tell you that? Just because I said you deserved an answer doesn't mean I'll let you in on my personal life," She glared at him.

"You little…"

"Abarai Renji fuku-taichou," The elderly man stepped forward, "Step down please,"

"Hai, Yamamoto-taichou!" Renji got up and stepped back behind the elderly man.

"Captain Kuchiki Byakuya, you as well," The man that held the sword to her throat, put it away and backed off slightly, still glaring at Tsukiko, "I am fully aware that you will refuse to answer me, child," his tone was serious and dangerous, "However, until we decide what to do with you, you will remain here in the 4th Division. Be aware, if any of the people in this room find you dangerous or threatening to our existence in anyway, we will dispose of you in one way or another. If that is not the case then you will be placed into one of the squads and follow the orders of a captain. Do I make myself clear?"

Tsukiko gave no notion that she was even listening and continued to stare blankly at her hands resting on the white bed sheets. Though she was listening intently to him. She understood that this place, whatever it was, was no joke.

"Very well then," he concluded, "I gave you my fair warning. Meeting adjourned. You may all leave,"

One by one, people began to shuffle out of the room without so much as a second glance to her. Renji attempted to stay, but was 'shooed' out of the room by Unohana-taichou. She claimed that so much excitement in one day, for someone in her condition, was exhausting and that she needed a lot of rest. Reluctantly, he left and followed his captain.

Unohana was about to leave the room as well, but was stopped with a tug of her sleeve, "…" Unohana chuckled lightly at her pained expression.

"What is it? Am I worthy enough for a response?" She smiled and chuckled softly at Tsukiko.

"I didn't mean that," she said quickly but softly, "I was just…scared I guess. I didn't mean that part," She looked down and to the side, somewhat ashamed of her own actions.

"I understand," Unohana replied softly, "What did you need?"

"Ano…etto…do you know where my hair tie went?"

"I'm sorry, but you weren't brought here with a hair tie," She replied solemnly, "If you want I could fetch you another one?"

"No! No, that's alright. Don't trouble yourself," She replied quickly, "I'm going to sleep anyway. It'll just fall out,"

Unohana nodded and left her to rest, turning off the lights on the way out, leaving Tsukiko to drift into a peaceful slumber.

T S U K I

Tsukiko's eyes flew open in an instant. She gasped for breath and sat up, clutching her chest in order to calm down. She wiped the sweat from her brow and slowed her breathing to an even pace. She calmed herself, telling her mind that it was just a dream. The light in her room was rather dim, despite the moon outside. She got up, her long hair pooling down to her waist, and opened the door to the outside.

She looked up and frowned. The moon was in it's waning crescent stage. The outside garden and pond wasn't nearly as beautiful as is should've been, had the moon been brighter. Her sleeping robe didn't glow in the night along with her cream colored skin. She sighed and dreaded the next night, but couldn't wait until morning. The nightmare wouldn't allow her to got back to sleep on the nearly moonless night.

Despite her injuries (which she never really worried about in the first place), she began to climb onto the roof of 4th Division headquarters and enjoy the cloudless night. Tsukiko decided she wanted to meditate, but found it rather depressing without either one of her zanpakutou to communicate with. Even if were within a close distance (such as her lap), Tsukiko was never much of the meditation type and would've found it rather difficult to communicate anyway.

Her stomach grumbled in protest halfway through her meditation session. She ignored it the first ten minutes, but after that, gave up on trying to meditate completely. She wondered how many more hours it would be until everyone woke up.

K O

"Miss Tsukiko?" Hanatarou knocked softly on her bedroom door, "Miss Tsukiko, are you awake? I brought you breakfast?" He entered the room, deciding to just leave it for her until she awoke. However what he found wasn't what he'd expected. In fact he found nothing at all! "Ah! Miss Tsukiko?! Where'd you go!? Oh man, I'm gonna get in so much trouble!"

He set the tray down and looked all around the room for her. He heard giggling and turned around. Nothing. He heard it again and turned around sharply. The giggle fit became more consistent as he looked around the room for the source. He backed up at the door leading to the gardens (hardly noticing the fact that it was open) and scratched his head in confusion. A soft tap landed on his shoulder a few times. He turned around sharply.

"Ahh!" He flung himself half across the room, utterly shocked at Tsukiko being so close to his face and upside down no less. Still upside down, she smiled cheerily and waved from where she was hanging. Hanatarou sighed with relief, "Oh man. I thought I was in big trouble! Would you mind not going off like that? I don't wanna get yelled at for not taking care of you properly," he smiled sheepishly, but stopped abruptly as a realization made its way into his mind, "Whoa! What are you doing?! You're going to re-open your wounds! Get down from there please!"

Tsukiko rolled her eyes and smiled. She climbed back up, turning herself right side up, and jumped down from the rooftop. Hanatarou forced her to sit down while he checked on her wounds. While he was unwrapping the bandages, she grabbed a piece of bread from the tray and began to munch on it happily.

"That's strange…" He said to himself quietly, and then spoke up, "Your wounds…there completely healed!" Tsukiko nodded and threw the bandages off of her stomach and closed the lower half of her sleeping robe, "But-But how?! Those were serious wounds! And you were only unconscious for a few days before you woke up!"

Tsukiko stared at him, studying him once more. He sunk under her gaze and became uncomfortable. He was about to ask what she wanted when she spoke up, "Hana…tarou…-kun, right?" He nodded and she took a sip of tea, eyes lingering on the ceiling in thought.

"That's a little long," she frowned, "Can I call you 'Tarou-kun?'" She smiled at him. He was shocked for a moment, but recovered quickly and nodded, "Tarou-kun!" She smiled excitedly, "You're so cute! Haha!"

Hanatarou blushed a deep shade of crimson and took the now empty tray and left.

Tsukiko smiled sheepishly and leaned back on the futon. Her hand landed on a different kind of fabric than the bed sheets. She looked next to her and found the robes she had been wearing before. They were the same as what most of the people she saw wore. She quickly got dressed in her black kimono and brushed out her hair. She never liked it so long, but having it short was just as burdensome as long hair. With short hair one could never move it out of the way completely like putting it up in a ponytail, like one could with long hair.

Tsukiko sighed, figuring it would do for now, and ran out of the room. She used the door to the garden, so as not to attract too much attention. She smiled to herself, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face and the wind in her hair as she ran through the squad barracks. She didn't know her way around, and technically she didn't really care, so as long as she found some food and most people left her be. Her jog turned into a light walk as she stopped to take in her surroundings for a change.

"Waaaaiiit! Get back here! If you fly away I'm the one that gets in trouble!" Tsukiko stopped in her tracks, hearing a voice call out, though she knew it wasn't for her since she hadn't recognized the voice in the slightest. She looked to the right to see a boy with short black hair and a small hair decoration hanging from the left side of his head. His eyebrows looked very similar to Renji's, but were not as elaborate. He was chasing after a black swallow tailed butterfly.

Tsukiko held out her finger, just barely. Instantly the butterfly landed on her finger. The boy came running up to her, panting and trying to catch his breath.

"Thanks!" He grinned and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. Suddenly he was kicked out of her line of sight.

"Learn to control them on your own idiot!" Renji yelled at the kid and turned to her, "Sorry, I guess," he held out his finger to the butterfly, but it merely flew off of Tsukiko's finger and back inside the 6th Division squad barracks, "Hmph, whatever," he turned back to Tsukiko, "What are you doing all the way out here? You're supposed to be in the 4th Division recovering,"

"Who knows," she shrugged her shoulders, "I just felt like going for a walk," She realized that he was pretty tall. Not extremely tall, but still tall enough so that she had to tilt her head to meet his gaze. She stood just about up to his shoulders at highest.

"Gah," He rubbed the back of his head in annoyance.

"Abarai…Renji-kun right?" She tilted her head slightly.

"Yeah, but that's Abarai fuku-taichou to you, rookie," he smirked and patted her head. She pouted at him and swatted his hand away.

"Renji-kun," She emphasized just to get on his nerves, "Do you happen to know where my zanpakutou are?" His expression turned serious.

"Yeah. They're in Yamamoto-taichou's possession at the moment. I'm afraid you'll have to go to him if you want them back,"

"Yamamoto-taichou? That old guy that has enough beard hair to give to his bald scalp?"

Although, as much as Renji wanted to laugh at her description of the 1st Division captain, he didn't because he knew the consequences with his own captain if he were caught. Instead he pretended to be angry with her (just enough so she could tell he wasn't seriously pissed), "Yes! And show some respect damn it!"

Tsukiko chuckled at his reaction, "Sooooo….how do I get there?"

"Damn it," he sighed, "Alright. Follow me then. You're lucky there's another meeting that I have to go to with all the other captains and vice captains. Don't lag or I'm leaving you!" He called over his shoulder.

Tsukiko gladly trailed behind him. While on their way there she decided to play a game and match her footsteps with his. She followed in his shadow, matching their footsteps. Every so often Renji would here one step out of line, indicating that she was having slight difficulties keeping up with his strides. He smirked at her childish games and kept walking. Once they reached the doors to the meeting room, Renji purposely stopped abruptly.

"Oomph!" She collided with his back and staggered backward a bit, "You could've given a warning or something,"

"Heh," He laughed at her and proceeded into the room, his expression changing into a serious one.

"Abarai fuku-taichou," Yamamoto's raspy voice drifted through the long hallway, "I do not remember requesting you to bring the ryoka girl,"

"My deepest apologies," Renji bowed, "However, Tsukiko-san has requested the return of her zanpakutou,"

Tsukiko stood proudly and confidently as Yamamoto studied her closely. Finally he spoke up, "Unohana-taichou, how are her wounds healing?"

"A report from seat number four, Yamada Hanatarou, told me that all her wounds have been completely healed without a trace of ever being there," She told him respectfully.

"I see…" The room was silent for a moment longer. Tsukiko, however was rather impatient at the moment. Most of the times, she could be an extremely patient person, but at the moment she had very little. Yamamoto spoke up once more, "If that is the case, then I will return to you both of your zanpakuou on one condition,"

"And what might that be?" Tsukiko folded her arms defensively.

"I request a demonstration of your power at this very moment,"

"Eh?" She looked up suddenly, with interest, "Why?"

"I wish to observe the extent of you powers. If you are truly a threat to us then I would like to know. If I see fit then observing your skills will assist me in assigning you to a squad,"

"What if I don't want to? Be in a squad I mean," Tsukiko asked with caution. Sure he was an old man, but she knew her place and when to take a situation seriously.

"Then I'm afraid you leave us with no choice but to strip you of your powers and exile you from within our walls," he confessed gravely. Renji laid a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with curiosity, but he was looking straight ahead instead of at her. Tsukiko took this as a sort of 'don't do that' gesture. She sighed and nodded.

"Alright. I'll allow you to observe me if you give back my zanpakutou and supply a worthy opponent,"

"Very well then," he nodded in agreement, "Since you seem so well acquainted with the 6th Division, I will allow you to spar with Kuchiki-taichou," He looked over to Kuchiki Byakuya and gestured him to move forward, "Kuchiki-taichou, if you will please participate,"

Grudgingly, he agreed, "Very well then," He stepped forward and faced her. A servant made his way to Tsukiko and handed her both of her zanpakutou. She picked up the one with the blue and black hilt and strapped it first to her back, then she took the one with the red and black hilt and placed it over the first sword.

Kuchiki Byakuya glared at her. He hadn't like the way the girl treated him from the moment she'd regained consciousness in the squad 4 barracks. She'd treated him with the utmost disrespect and, from what he could tell, didn't act very proper. To have to fight someone he disliked was both appreciated and tedious.

She turned her back to him and began to walk out the door.

"Where are you going?" Kuchiki's voice was filled with venom.

"You don't expect me to fight in here do you?" She held up both of her hands in the air, "There's no room in here! I can hardly breath! I'm going outside,"

His eye twitched. She was no doubt rude.

A M A

"Ready, Kuchiki-san? I'm not gonna go easy. I don't particularly like you after all," Her hand gripped the sword with the red and white hilt.

"How rude of you to address me so familiarly," He gripped his own sword, glaring at her, "And you continue to offend me,"

Tsukiko waved the hand that wasn't gripping the sword around, "Really, I don't smell anything," Her tone was flat, but amused. Several of the captains and vice captains tried their best to hide their amusement.

"You'll pay for your insolence, girl," He drew his sword, but remained calm.

"And you said I was the one that was offensive! At least I used your name and not 'boy'! Geeze!" She closed her eyes as the last few words escaped her mouth. Feeling a sudden shift in the atmosphere, her eyes darted open as she whipped around and blocked his sword with her own.

"You did well to keep your hand on the hilt of your sword the entire time you spoke. I'll give you that," He grudgingly complimented, "However, that won't be enough if you're going to face me,"

He struck at her once more, forcing her to doge the attack from such a close distance. Tsukiko jumped back a few yards. She smirked, knowing it was the perfect time of day to use this zanpakutou in particular. She raised her sword above her head. The shinigami watched as the blade grew red with heat and, for a moment, it appeared as if it would burst into flames at any moment.

Tsukiko smirked to herself, "Howl, Amaterasu!" She swung her blade down heavily in the direction of Kuchiki Byakuya. From the tip of her zanpakutou emerged an eruption of flames that took from of a large canine. It roared as it attacked Kuchiki and engulfed him in flames, catching him off guard from the command she took to her zanpakutou. For a moment she wasn't sure if she had truly hit him, but made not notion to move.

"Scatter, Senbon Zakura," She heard his voice from behind her. Quickly she turned around, ready to defend, but unprepared for the attack. She barely had enough time to block her vital points with her own body parts, before many smaller swords, in the form of falling sakura petals, pierced her body. She skidded back several feet, but stood her ground.

Tsukiko cursed to herself and remained in a defensive stance. He scoffed at her and attacked using Senbon Zakura once more. This time she was prepared for the attack and swung Amaterasu in a circular like motion around her body, engulfing herself in flames. Senbon Zakura hit the bubble of flames and bounced off from the amount of heat.

"You'll have to come out of there eventually," He taunted, "Your zanpakutou may not burn you, but you must still be extremely warm in there. Not to mention the amount of air you'll need," Kuchiki was cut off as the flames darted forward into the canine-like creature again and attacked him. This time he was barely able to doge it.

Tsukiko removed the barrier of flames and glared at him.

"Enough!" Shouted Yamamoto. Kuchiki and Tsukiko dropped their stances with a bit of relief, "Tsukiko-san, I am somewhat greatly impressed by the power you possess, but you have yet to show any of us the ability of your second zanpakutou,"

Tsukiko sighed inwardly, "I apologize, Yamamoto-taichou, but if you truly wish to see my second zanpakutou then I'm afraid you will have to wait until the next full moon,"

"May I ask why?"

"Certain abilities each of my zanpakutou possess. Besides, you wish to see me at my best, correct?," She stated simply.

"Very well then. Kuchiki-taichou, I greatly appreciate your help and am sorry if I have troubled you," Kuchiki nodded and gave no hint if he was angry or not, "On the condition of seeing Tsukiko-san's second zanpakutou, all who are witness here today will meet back here at the next full moon. Understood?"

"Hai!" Everyone echoed in unison and dismissed themselves. Renji walked up to her angrily.

"What the hell was that?!" He yelled in her face.

"What?"

"Your zanpakutou!"

"I believe Amaterasu is a wolf, Renji-kun," She stated simply.

"No! I don't mean that! I meant the command you used!"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"God you're freakin' getting on my nerves," he mumbled then shouted, "Is that seriously your command?!"

"Yes! Why is it such a big deal?! What are you getting all worked up for?!" Tsukiko glared up at him. He glared right back, but broke off eye contact after a minute of silence.

"Nothing. Never mind," He turned away from her and began to walk, "Are you comin'? Or can do you already know the way back to squad four on your own?" He turned his head to look at her, quickly, then turned his attention back to the path ahead of him.

"What the hell?!" She ran to catch up to him.

"What are you yelling abo- HEY!" Renji definitely wasn't expecting a kick in the rear, "What the hell's your problem?!"

"Me?! What about you?! You're the one getting all worked up for nothing and started yelling in my face! Then you walk away without so much as an apology, much less an explanation as to why you started yelling in the first place!"

Renji looked down at her angry form. Her blood red irises pierced his own brown colored ones without mercy. Her nostrils were flared slightly and her cheeks were puffed out in a sort of pout. Her hands were on her hips and her chest stood out a bit more. Renji couldn't help but avert his eyes away from her own and let them travel a bit further down.

Tsukiko saw him avert his eyes down to her chest area. She closed her eyes, with one twitching, and clenched her fist, "I'm up here," When he didn't stop looking at her chest she grew even more disgusted with him. Instead of slapping him across the face like any normal woman's reaction, she ended up punching him right in the face, "You jerk! When I tell you to look back up, you look back up! Ugh! Pervert!" She stormed off before he could sputter out a single word.

T E R A S U

"It's a good thing I found you wandering around, Miss Tsukiko, these wounds aren't serious, but they could get infected," Hanatarou lectured her as he patched up a few simple wounds.

"Yeah, thanks Tarou-kun," Her thoughts were still on the incident that had occurred not too long ago, so Hanatarou found it a bit odd in the manner her 'thank you' came out, "I'm sorry. I just had an encounter with a pervert," Hanatarou could practically see the pounding anger mark on her forehead as she turned her head away from him to avoid glaring at him.

"Haha! I see. You probably met a squad eleven member. They're usually like that. Most of them anyway," He quickly packed up the medical supplies he used and began to leave the door, "I have to go right now, but if you need anything go ahead and ask one of the other squad members around here!" He stopped abruptly in the doorway, "Oh and if you go out, please be careful and avoid certain squads,"

Before Tsukiko could ask which ones, he'd left. She sighed and figured if he wasn't going to tell her which ones then she had no boundaries as to which squads she visited. She stretched as she got up and left to find a bit of entertainment. Tsukiko grew bored when she couldn't find anyone to talk to, or watch for amusement. She wandered all around the seireitei, but found it to be quite dull, especially considering the fact that she knew almost no one there. The few people she did know where quite busy at the moment with one thing or another. She did the only thing that was left to do.

She left the city walls. Though they were, in fact, quite high, she found a tall building made of the same material as the wall and jumped off it. With a bit of help from both her zanpakutou she was able to make it over the wall. Tsukiko jumped from tree to tree, faster than the normal human eye could see, eyes quickly scanning the area. She soon wandered into a town, which she remembered were labeled in districts.

Many people were in the process of their daily routines. They stopped to watch the amazing spectacle of a shinigami running on the roof of their houses. Tsukiko stopped dead in her tracks, finding what she had been searching for in the first place. She used shunpo to make sure nobody caught her and disappeared to the farthest edge of the town.

She found a nice quite spot by a river bank, next to it a tree. The tree was bare and had no leaves, but she didn't care much, so as long as it was sturdy enough to hold her. She jumped up on the highest branch it would allow her to sit on without snapping and sat comfortably. She grabbed the red ribbon from her pocket and began to tie her hair up. What people didn't know won't hurt them right? What's one ribbon gone, more or less? Tsukiko, on her journey of survival of the fittest, saw no wrong in her actions. She always did what she had to, to survive.

She sighed with content as the air around her grew much cooler, now that her hair was out of her way. She let two strands fall loose over her ears, one for each side. These so happened to be the red streaks in her hair. She smiled and leaned back against the tree, but got the feeling in the pit of her stomach. She felt as if she were being watched.