CHAPTER EIGHT - UNPLEASANT ENCOUNTER 2

Disclaimer: I don't own neither Harry Potter or Bleach or their characters or.. you get the drift. I only own this story as it is.

Summary: "Beware of the Crimson Sagittarius." The warning was given. The words were heeded. But who – or what, was the Crimson Sagittarius?

Shout Out: /Twitches/. I am sorry for updating so late, my beta is apparently up to her gills in schoolwork and she would apparently be so for some time. So this version is unbeta-ed, and I will upload the beta-ed version when I will upload next chapter, so if you happen to get double notice next time, ignore the first one. /Twitches again/. That said, I wish you happy reading.

Warnings: Intruders' bashing whoo-hey and some hard home truths. Nobody said that Potters can have it easy.

Remus Lupin was a coward. He would be the first one to admit as such, and then try to apologize it by him having a furry little problem - it really wasn't a paranoia if they were really out to get you and such rot, but that simply didn't excuse the fact that he was a coward any less.

He knew he should have opposed Dumbledore when the old man suggested to have little Harry deported to Dursleys, but alas, he didn't. He should have checked on his unofficial godson, and yet, he didn't - furry little problem notwithstanding, but he really looked more like a hobo than anything else, and him showing up at Dursleys in such disreputable clothes was asking to be mistaken for a beggar, or even worse, a pedophile -and then be carted off to one of those nice little cells with nice little roommate in a tow. And even if that course of action would be preferable, he couldn't' afford his monthly problem to get to the fore. So. Better be a coward than to accidentally expose the Wizarding world to the unknowing masses. (At least that was how he convinced himself not to even try to contact the boy by any and all means imaginable.)

So he told himself to wait until Harry would be old enough to go to the Hogwarts and then contact him. But never, ever in his miserable little life would he expect to find Lily bawling her eyes out and James trying to console her. He had to admit he never did expect the things go the way they had gone - he never expected any child of Lily's to outright reject their family, and yet, there he was, written blue on white, those eight damming words.

'By their deeds, they are dead to me.'

It made the old wolf's blood positively freeze with the implications. Even if he wasn't the art of Pureblooded culture, he wasn't ignorant of the rituals, contracts and the like. And what Harry had done - innocent little Harry, who looked at him with his huge green eyes and called him Wolfie – was similar to severing any and all ties between him and his blood family, declaring himself independent of them, under no rule but his own - or in this case, under the person with the name Ryuuken Ishida.

The second shock he had received after this one, came two days later.

Connor vanished. At least the boy was clever enough to cover his tracks, and James was incensed when he found out that his invisibility cloak was missing. Luckily Lily had enough of a sense to get a tracking charm on Connor's glasses, and they only had to amplify enough to follow it. It had been a surprise - not! – that the track lead them to the Muggle World, and as such, Lily elected to have along Remus and James - James because he wouldn't stay at home otherwise, and they all knew what a disaster would have been to let him alone in the Muggle World - the man simply didn't have the smallest bone of discretion in his body - and Remus was the poor, unfortunate schmuchk who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Ishida." He murmured as he looked at the plate with the name on the door. Belatedly, he heard Lily choke back a sob while James awkwardly hugged her. Well, at least the mystery of where Connor had vanished off to was clear now. Inhaling a shaky breath, he lifted his arm and pressed the doorbell.

After some tense moments after giving their names, the doors finally opened and Remus stared at the teenager with dark blue eyes behind silver rimmed glasses. He was clothed in white shirt with dark blue pullover and jeans trousers - as if he had just come back from school, because Remus couldn't imagine why would any teenager want to be clothed semi-formally outside the time they had to be. However, the clothing also lend the boy mature air, making the 'wolf unconsciously straighten up as to make a better impression. "You are here for Connor, I take it?" The teenager continued, his voice just a shard shy of indifferent, and Remus got a sinking feeling in his stomach that the boy didn't like him.

"Y - Yes! Thank you for taking care of him!" Lily interrupted as she watched the boy with almost fanatical gleam in her eyes. "Harry." She breathed out as she moved forward as to hug the teen.

Those dark blue eyes narrowed in a sub-zero glare. "I am not Harry, madam. Kindly keep your hands off of me." The red-headed witch flinched at the rebuke, hurt plain in her eyes. "But – "She tried to protest, but the teen already turned his back to them in a figure of blatant dismissal. "Connor is in the living room. Now, if you would change your footwear and follow me –"

"Who are you then?" James asked, pushing his glasses up, dark eyes glinting in the dim light. The teen turned his head to glance at him. "Ishida Uryuu. Not pleased to meet you." The boy replied crisply, his tone making the Auror bristle with annoyance. Remus closed his eyes, resigning himself to spending an uncomfortable evening.

Hell in a hand basket, here we come.

Since Uryuu's announcement, Ryuuken was tenser than a bowstring and ready, willing and able to unleash a veritable hail on the fools who dared to intrude in their flat and life. Whatever Ryuuken was, he was no fool, and he knew that it wouldn't stop with the wizards retrieving their wayward progeny - oh no, this was the smallest one, and from his experience with one Kurosaki-ahou, from now on, the things will just escalate.

He had abandoned the medicine journal in favor of sitting on the dark brown couch, fingertips tingling with the reiryoku, prepared to form the bow at any moment if the things turned to worst. The seemingly fragile and delicate wristband with the Quincy Cross was never so heavy and warm like it was right now. He heard the shuffling of many feet and his body involuntarily tensed.

And then, they were here.

Two men, and a woman. Dark blue eyes narrowed imperceptibly at them, but his face remained impassive. It wouldn't do to reveal all the cards so early in the game, besides –

He watched as the woman's green eyes lit up with the seer relief when she saw her son. She had red hair - red like fire, and was clothed in a comfortable, forest green, ankle length skirt with dark blue turtleneck that hugged her curves. Around her neck she wore a thin gold necklace that glinted in the light. She was slim and slender and Ryuuken could see the traces of her in Yato, although Yato was smaller and more slender, due to his previous malnutrition.

The glasses-wearing man was the next. He had brown eyes, messy hair - just like Yato had, until he decided to let his hair grow out - he was clothed in dark blue trousers and some red and gold pullover, just as ostentatiously bright like his son's shirt. In short, he looked like some kind of a dorky man who still couldn't get himself to leave the days of his college years behind. Ryuuken didn't miss his hand twitching for a wand, either.

The last man made Ryuuken raise his proverbial hackles, despite of his tired appearance. The man seemed to be older than the Potter pair, but Ryuuken frowned. The man was ill with something. Something… unnatural. It was like a Hollow but not, and that made him on edge, because the two energies within the man were clashing and corroding each other, while neither gaining the dominance. It would have been a fascinating specimen if Ryuuken cared about such things, but right now, the Last Quincy cared only for preventing his little family from falling apart. Those tired brown eyes looked into his own orbs and the man seemed to shrink back, much to Ryuuken's malicious delight.

At least one of those fools knew he wasn't a pushover.

"Evening." He greeted, his voice calm and indifferent. "I will not pretend to say it is a good one in any shape or form, so don't expect me to."

Both Potters bristled at his callous greeting, but at the tired man's warning glance, they kept their mouth shut. "Thank you for keeping Connor safe, Mr. Ishida." The man bowed to him, much to Ishidas' pleasant surprise. "I apologize on intruding your home and thank you for your hospitality."

So, at least one had some manners. Interesting.

""Yeah, thanks." The bespectacled wizard mumbled sullenly, wincing as his wife elbowed him in his side.

"Mum!" Connor's excited squeal cut through the uncomfortable air. "You came!" The boy launched from his position on the couch as he barreled into the woman, as he embraced her. "Oh Connor, sweetie." The woman cooed as she embraced him back, kissing his head. "You made us worry so much!"

Connor made a face. "But Mum, I wasn't in any danger! You know I can take care of me - I am a real man, you know!" He puffed up importantly, looking like a human-sized crossbreed between a chipmunk and a peacock. Ryuuken barely muted a chuckle, but judging by Uryuu's snort, he knew that his son was just as amused.

"Maybe not, but what were you thinking, going into Muggle world without supervision! And… where is my invisibility cloak?" Connor's father interjected, making his son pale and stutter.

"Eh, um, er… Mr. Is-Heey-Da confiscated it." He admitted sheepishly.

"What!?" Connor's father spluttered. "But - !"

"The boy was dumb enough to use it and I still caught him." Ryuuken commented, silently enjoying the man's flabbergasted expression which was rapidly turning angry. "He had been following me for almost entire day, until I apprehended him. For that matter, he shouldn't have been in our world, and without supervision at that."

The man bristled. "You – "he growled, his fist clenching helplessly, making the drab-clothed man place a hand on his shoulder. "Are you implying we are bad parents?"

"Wouldn't be a far-off shot in the dark." Uryuu sniped back, making the man glare at him, while the redheaded woman eyed him reproachfully.

The man opened his mouth to reply with a scathing retort, only to yelp like a wounded dog, when the redhead not so subtly kicked him into the shin. He shrank under her glare, and after a final cuddle, the woman released Connor from her hug, the boy still cuddling at her side, his dark eyes wide with fascinated thrill at witnessing the squabble between his parents and those strangers that claimed to be Harry's new family.

"I am sorry for out intrusion," The woman began, her lips curling into faintly embarrassed smile. "I am Lily Potter, wife of this doofus – "she tilted her chin at the messy-haired man who was grumbling under his breath. " - and Connor's mother. I can't thank you enough for taking care of him."

Ryuuken tilted his head slightly. At least the wo - no, Lilly Potter - had enough common sense as not to unduly agitate him. He knew Uryuu's fingers were just itching to perforate the trio with multitude of arrows - he felt the same, but well, violence wouldn't pay right now. "Could you please return the cloak back to us? It's a family heirloom." Green eyes widened slightly into a pleading expression Ryuuken had no doubt would sway many - but it had nothing on Yato's, on the rare exceptions when he actually deigned to use it (Yoruichi was downright lethal in schooling her young protégé in this little tidbit of womanly arts, much to Ryuuken's mortification, and Kurosaki-ahou's amusement - but that held only until the Kurosaki-ahou found himself under those self-same begging eyes. Ryuuken had the last laugh, then.).

"I don't know. If I return it to you, nothing would be accomplished, as that son of yours would undoubtedly 'borrow' it and come bother us again." Ryuuken replied, disregarding an offended "Hey!" from both son and the father as he looked into Lily's green eyes.

Lily sighed. "There's that, too. But would it be so bad? "She softly questioned the Ishida patriarch. "I know that we made a mistake with leaving Harry with Dur - those people – " She choked the last two words out- "-but surely, Connor is innocent of our mistakes. Could you at least allow him to get to know his brother?"

Ryuuken nearly agreed, but he managed to catch himself from nodding an assent in the last possible fraction of moment. By Rei-ou, this woman was dangerous! Dark eyes widened imperceptibly with a small amount of horrified admiration. He didn't know how she did it, but she very nearly charmed him into agreeing to get their dirty hands on Yato, even if only by proxy.

And that was unacceptable.

Slender white eyebrows furrowed in a tiny scowl. "Potter-san, do you take me for a fool?" He asked, his voice sharp and low, making the scruffy man flinch at the tone it was spoken out in, while the messy-haired man - Ryuuken suspected him to be James Potter, gaped at him in sort of awe, while Lily eyed him with a bewildered expression on her face.

"Um, no, I – " Lily tried to deny, but she was interrupted by the man shifting forward.

"Obviously you do, as you are asking for far more concessions you are entitled to. Us accepting and taking care of Connor doesn't, in any way, shape or form, amount to the verbal, silent or any other kind of agreement for you to barge in to play happy little family." Ryuuken's voice was sharp, like the blade of Seele Schneider. Uryuu suppressed a shudder. He hadn't seen his father angry often, but those three wizards were stupidly making Ryuuken almost visibly exerting his temper as not to outright blast them into oblivion. Even if Uryuu knew that Ryuuken wished the Quincies wouldn't have the ability to outright kill the souls - as in, irreversibly kill, unlike the Shinigami, who only sent them on the other side, - he couldn't help but have a feeling the Last Quincy would be feeling very trigger-happy if given a chance and not having even an iota of regret in the case if he did kill the idiotic trio.

Lily flinched under the glare of those unusual blue eyes. It wasn't often that people denied her something, especially now with her being the mother of the Boy-Who-Lived, so it hammered the hurt of rejection into her heart twice as hard. But at the same time, her infamous temper was beginning to rear up its head.

'How dare he.' She was perfectly reasonable, even going so low as to propose the solution, not even including her and James into this little building of family ties, and there he goes, just plain out refusing it!

"We are still his parents!" She bit out, green eyes glaring into not amused cobalt blue ones.

"Ex-parents. If anything, you two could be considered donors of genetic material, and nothing more." Ryuuken snapped back. "Parenting means being there for the child, teaching them, letting them make or break his own decisions. Being here, for both good and bad. If we compare your own pitiful show, you come out lacking on all fronts."

"Even so, Mr. Ishida, Lily is right." The scruffy man spoke out, his voice hoarse and quiet. He sent a warning glare to Lily. "My name is Lupin Remus and I am honorary godfather of one Harry James Potter, otherwise known as Ishida Hayato."

"Why are you here now?" Ryuuken's question was stark in its simplicity but laden with underlying meanings. 'Why not sooner? What kind of Godfather are you? I sure as hell won't let you near Yato.'

The man refused to flinch, but he couldn't suppress a small wince. "I really can't excuse my absence." He began, his eyes earnest. "But I have a condition - I am a werewolf, and such, I was unable to take care of Harry. I, of course, could have visited Harry, when he was at Dursleys, but I trusted that he was safe, and intended to contact him when he went to Hogwarts."

Ryuuken blinked. So that was the feeling he sensed from the man. Well, if nothing else, this was interesting.

"And that turned out to be such a brilliant plan." Uryuu's sarcastic murmur made the pair bristle, but Lupin shrugged with a self-deprecating chuckle. "Yeah, no. So when I got news that Connor had done his little trip to the Muggle side, I took my chances."

"Fat chance, that is." Uryuu snapped back. The elder of Ishida siblings got in front of the 'wolf, making a man take a hesitant step back, despite of the man being taller and older than him. It would have been a comical sight – a teen, almost two heads smaller, cornering the man back with nothing else than a voice, full of scorn and blazing cobalt blue eyes. "You had ten years of time to contact him, your excuses of being furry idiot notwithstanding. And now, when he refused to come to that stupid piggy school of yours, you dare to come here and whine about the unfairness of it all."

"You don't understand anything!" Finally, James exploded. "If he doesn't get an education, he could be a danger to people – !"

"He will get education, but not from you or by enrolling into your school. " Ryuuken interrupted, his voice filled with distaste. "When the need appears, he will have instructors that won't hamper him with unwanted family ties or unreasonable obligations to the backward society you are trying to stuff him into."

"But – " Lily tried once more.

"But nothing." A third voice entered conversation, making the visitors jerk their heads to the source.

And there he was, Lily noted dazedly. Harry, her darling son. The years were good to him - he was a little bit taller than Connor, and clad in black baggy trousers and deep gray shawl knit jumper with a light gray ribbed section at the neck with a fold down collar. His hair was a shoulder-length, half-tamed mess, and he had her eyes.

Truly, he was perfect blend of her and James.

"Harry!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide as she released Connor from her hold and attempted to rush forward and embrace her lost son, but she was stopped by Harry lifting his hand.

"Potter-san." His voice was coolly polite, making something within her clench at the distant greeting, while he should have called her 'Mother' or even 'Mum'.

"Call me Mum, darling." She inisisted, aiming at him her most caring smile. "After all, we're family." She cursorily glanced at the white-haired man who was now outright glaring at her, and she couldn't help but smile a small smug smile at him.

"You're no family of mine." Her son spoke out, making her flinch at the flat tone of his voice. "You're no Mother of mine. You could've done things differently, could've given me to someone else than your bitch of a sister to raise and take care of. You had to know what kind of woman she was, and you still went ahead and dropped me at her doorstep."

"But it was for your safety!" Lily choked out, her eyes wide and shiny with suppressed tears.

"What safety?" Her eldest son scoffed at her. "Living in a cupboard since the arrival? Being fed absolute minimum and being starved when I had done something they perceived as bad? Having to do the chores, and being locked into cupboard if I was getting better grades than their Duddykins in school? Being outright abused?" He sneered, those unusual green eyes narrowing. "If that was what you intended me to subject to, then you have a fine understanding of safety, ma'am."

"What do you mean?" James' strangled voice moved Yato's attention on his person. "Dumbledore said nothing about you being abused!"

"Of course not, he probably didn't even deign to visit Dursleys," Yato scoffed, glaring at his ex-father scornfully.

"No! What I mean, is that he monitored you - that old Ms Figg – "

"Ah, the crazy cat-lady." Yato pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing with exasperation at the wizards' stupidity. "And she probably heard that I was ungrateful child, a total hoodlum and so on and so forth." He murmured sarcastically. "Being magic-gifted among normal folks isn't the walk in the park you are imaging it to be."

"Ms Figg was taken as an eccentric lady Dursleys avoided to associate with, except for few times she had to babysit me when the Dursleys had gone off to do their things. She was old, cat-crazy and not in the right head to even see I was abused. Hell, once I was dropped at her black and blue from recent 'punishment' for a vase Dudley had broken, and she didn't do a whit more than offer me a cup of tea and some cookies that seemed to be made from rock."

"Oh, Merlin…" Lily's gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

"Five years ago, the Dursleys were put on a trial, with the adults receiving a life sentence for abuse of a minor, and Dudley was carted off to Vernon's sister Marge. I agreed to be adopted by my father - he was the one who had taken me in and got a notice to the social services that Dursleys were not the respectful family they boasted themselves to be."

Yato paused, looking over the horrified wizards. Lily was crying quietly and looked as if she wanted to hug him and never let him go, and both of the adult males were torn between being sick to their bones and grateful that he was alright now, while Connor looked from one to another, both in confusion and uneasiness.

"You never knew, didn't you?" He spoke out, his voice quiet and wrought with exhaustion. "And you wonder why I am against going with you."

"Son, we didn't – "James tried to say, only to be interrupted by Ryuuken. "Knew? Of course not, you were only too happy to have that Boy-Who-Lived of yours." Ryuuken scoffed. "If Yato would have agreed to go with you, would you make him go back to Dursleys, for his own safety? Or would you make him sleep in a cupboard, because he was to be unseen and unheard of except in rare occurrences you wanted to play happy little reunited family?" The Last Quincy stood up, glaring at the messy-haired man who was floundering for an answer.

"They wouldn't!" Remus' outburst made Ryuuken glare at him, but the werewolf ignored him, looking at Yato instead. "I know Lily and James as good people - they wouldn't have given you up if it wasn't really important, and believe me, the mess after You-Know-Who's demise was not something to scoff at. There were still Death Eaters at large, and Potters as a family who had caused You-Know-Who's death were high on their revenge list. Both of you – Connor more so than you, were in danger of assassinations, and Lily and James couldn't take care of both of you at once. So the only way was to hide you away from the limelight and then come back from you when everything would have calmed down."

"Of course - and who was the dumb idiot who revealed the terrorist's demise to the masses was?" Ryuuken snapped, now absolutely livid at the bullshit the werewolf was spouting out.

"Dumbledore."

The pressure which was slowly increasing in the room, spiked.

"Of course, he just HAD to reveal that little fact didn't he?" Uryuu practically growled out. "Don't you wizards have even a lick of common sense? Dumbledore just as well as painted a huge bulls eye on your back with his little announcement, and you still trust the man?"

"…" The wizards eyed each other with unsure expressions on their faces.

"Dumbledore is a great man – "

" – But he isn't infallible." Ryuuken interrupted Lupin. "I trust him less than I could throw him – " - a memory of Ishida Souken flashed through his mind in an instant, the man was just as blindly trusting, and he had been killed because of it – "and I won't gamble my son's safety on an off-chance that he had changed sometimes in the last ten years."

"But surely – "

"NO." Yato had enough. "I won't go and you can't make me. I already have a family – my father is Ishida Ryuuken, and my brother is Ishida Uryuu. I am Ishida Hayato. I don't need a father and a mother that abandoned me to take care of their 'Boy-Who-Lived' –proclaimed son. I don't need a godfather that is too much of a wimp to find a way to contact me, despite being a werewolf of all things. You're wasting my time and you already wasted your chances. Get out, and don't bother us anymore."

"That isn't how you speak to your father, boy!" James exploded, as he pulled out his wand, only to be almost suffocated by the pressure emitted from the three Ishidas.

"You are not his father. I am." Ryuuken practically snarled in James' face, making him blanch at seeing the murderous intent in those cobalt eyes. Elegant hand grabbed front of his pullover, and for a moment, James though the white-haired man would slug him one.

A moment passed when Ryuuken was holding the fear-petrified wizard, before releasing him, leaving him oddly subdued.

"But you are my big brother!" Connor cried out, his eyes big and scared. He had been listening to the Ishidas and his parents duke-out and he didn't like what he heard.

"I'm not. I am Ishida Hayato. I am not a Potter." Dark green eyes, so unlike Lily's looked into his own watering ones. "Maybe, once I was." A sad, bitter smile. "But not anymore."

Connor hung his head, his shoulder shaking. "It isn't fair. I didn't know about you, and when I finally found you, you want nothing to do with me." His voice whispered out as he clenched his fists. Suddenly, he jerked his head up. "Fine! Be a bastard! I never needed you, anyway!" He screamed, before roughly pushing past his the stunned men and ran into antechamber.

"Connor!" James called after his son. "Dammit, not again," He cursed, as he took after him. Connor was a hothead - true Gryffindor, but he was also reckless, and with him being in Muggle world, they had been lucky Ryuuken was kind enough to babysit him.

Now, there were only Lily and Lupin. Ryuuken eyed the duo blandly. Lily looked like she wanted to run after Connor, and only sheer force of will was holding her in the room, and the 'wolf was fidgeting on his place, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "That wasn't nice." Lupin finally managed to get out.

"But it was true." The pressure lessened, and Yato hung his head. "I have my own family. He should forget about me – it's for the best."

"It's not." Lily whispered. "He looked forward to having you with him – we didn't tell him about you, but he found out anyway. And being an only child… it's a very lonely feeling." She looked at Hayato, her eyes wet with tears. "I know we had done wrong to you, but Connor is innocent. Please… give him a chance."

Looking at Hayato's closed-off face, her heart sank.

"Goodbye." She managed to choke out as she turned around and hurried back to the antechamber.

Remus Lupin was a werewolf, and he always knew his position wasn't the best one… but this showdown was heartbreaking. He couldn't fault Ishidas for thinking that they were better off left alone, and he had heard many things he didn't like - Dumbledore's revelation of You-Know-Who's demise was indeed a foolish move, doubly so as it forced Potters in a limelight and worse, they had to let their eldest child go.

But only now, he knew just how badly had the old man messed up. Harry - no, Hayato now, had been adopted for five, now almost six years, and they didn't know - nobody knew, and wasn't that an embarrassing revelation, that the wizard kind was so very incompetent as not to detect the change in Hayato's status until Hayato had refused attendance at Hogwarts.

Remus himself knew he could have done better. He could have disobeyed the orders, disregarded the fact that he could have accidentally revealed the wizarding world to Muggles - hey, he had managed to bled in pretty well in the past, and his appearance was nothing he couldn't fix – Lily always nagged him to wear better clothes and she even offered to buy them for him - and maybe, just maybe, he could have prevented the entire farce from occurring. Because of his inactivity, his pack as now suffering, and his pack mates had lost a cub. His inner wolf whined in a distress, but he ruthlessly clamped down on it.

Instead, his cub wasn't his cub anymore - the cub was belonging to a different pack and he had a feeling one James Charlus Potter would be drunk as a skunk tonight. And all of that because they blindly trusted one Albus Dumbledore.

His inner wolf snarled at the name. True, the man was strong - an Alpha in his own right, but his decisions hurt Remus pack, and he itched to take a pound of meat off of Dumbledore's hindquarters as to teach him a lesson. Remus still trusted the old codger, but his wolf side swore to take everything the old beard would say in the future, with a huge grain of salt.

"I understand." The words slid off Remus' tongue, bitter like ashes. "I don't like it, but I understand." Three pairs of eyes watched the werewolf fidget a bit before both Ryuuken and Ishida were pinned under the man's glare.

"I may not be his godfather anymore, but if you ever hurt him, so Merlin help me…" The man growled out, his gentle eyes flashing with amber sheen - Ryuuken looked at the change, amused, and a bit fascinated – "There won't be a place on earth for you to hide."

Ryuuken chuckled. "Indeed."

Yato rolled his eyes. "They won't." He huffed out, put out, only to squawk as Uryuu ruffled his hair fondly.

Remus smiled as he watched Uryuu teasing his little brother, and Hayato scowling at Uryuu half-heartedly.

Nodding to Ryuuken, he quietly slipped out of the room and their lives.

All would be well.

/To Be Continued/