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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 spazio o 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 spazio 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. She will unintentionally harm you." Byakuya said. Orihemia merely nodded as Onohana led the couple into the very clean bathroom. "Can te not let go of her?" Byakuya shook his head, even if he could have he wouldn't have. He needed to resolve this uncomfortable feeling about her and get past it as it would only cause problems with the high king....."Turn on the water as hot as it will go." Unohana frowned. "You will get harmed." Byakuya narrowed his eyes at her and she turned on the shower's hot valve and stepped aside...."Do not worry, the ice that has formed will not allow me to be so injured. te may leave." Unohana stiffened. "Leave?" Byakuya tensed in return. "Do te fear for me o for her?" Unohana blushed uncharacteristically and left the room closing the door. He sighed and bowed his head as he entered the steaming streaming spray of water.
Byakuya stilled. "How long have te 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 o 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."...
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Jamie walked the strada, via 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 te 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 te could make would be with that body and pretty face." A tall, thin man who shinned his nails on his giacca detto with a smirk. The last two leaders just frowned....
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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 te 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 più than what is being said. Who are the Soul Smiths?" She detto 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...
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Jamie sat on Ichigo's letto looking up at the sky with the lights off curtain's pulled except for the slice that she was looking through. So it wasn't much, but enough for her. Ichigo was put on the divano in the living room even though she protested. Yuzu knocked lightly on the door. When she didn't respond Yuzu hesitated and then swallowed before entering into the room. "Are te sleeping?" Jamie snorted and turned. "Sorry. I can go." Jamie shook her head. "No I'm sorry. I'm in a rotten mood, but come sit tell me about your life here. Are te happy?" Yuzu went to sit on her brother's letto and...
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In my story the reason that Ichigo feels so close to Orihime is that Jamie (Kura's) son promised to protect his sister in a different time period. I'm not sure how I will deal with this part either he will have failed o succeeded in protecting his sister. Yet the promise to protect his sibling has followed his ancestors line up to Ichigo. That is why he feels he must protect her, but not fall for her. This is how I explain it so far, but I'm not Kubo. He just inspired me to see outside the box
from behind the glasses, I see the world through. I guess I see them as the box I'm in, yet it is because of this box I see outside it. I hope te like my thoughts and hope te will respond. I'll say good night and hope tomorrow finds te alive, well and happy.

Sincerely

LovinFlame May 4th 2022 8:54 pm central time USA
Jamie's cerca had been unending for più than a week. Nothing. Jamie had brought up the map they had been working from on the inlaid touch screen computer in the breakfast island. Lips rubbed his desperately in need of a cut blonde hair, as he came to sit with his cereal bowl full of the local brand of sugared mais flakes. He yawned. "Hmmm....that Uryu really likes to leave us early doesn't he." Jamie just rolled her eyes. "He's trying to be discrete, something te could learn from him. Plus we really don't need to involve him in our business. On superiore, in alto of that Mira's been training him, so he...
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Sam and Stephen found themselves not at the Angel and Demon but a back water dive. "So much for the r and r. Who would have guest they close that early." Sam sighed as he went to get another drink from bar. Stephen shook his head and sagged in the well worn chair. Suddenly somehow the dive went a shade even darker. "Haven't seen te around here before." Kenpachi Zuraki detto to the well muscled new comer to his usual bar. "Just visiting." The man sounded calm collected and very bored. "You looking for some excitement."
Sam detto as he came carrying two bottles of the best beers that the bar had...
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Mira and P.B. made it to their Uncle Column's hidden sub's dock. "Do te want to take the stairs o the elevator?" P.B. asked. Mira wiped away the sweat and put down the pack. "The elevator. Do te remember the unlocking numbers?"
P.B. scratched her head and then went forward. "Let me see. January 31. So, it should be 131." Pushing the buttons, she smiled as the doors opened. The air conditioner turned on as the doors closed. Mira sighed and sat on the bag filled with clothes and the few Cibo reserves that had been at the cabin.
P.B. sank to her but into the corner allowing the soft hum of the...
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Byakuya paused in Scrivere the successivo day's assignment when he felt ice cold deathly anger freeze whatever humanity he had left. He closed his eyes and saw Karen. As she caught a phone and vanish. Dead eyes smiled in a pale face and soon they too disappeared. He breathed in slowly regaining some control over the anger. Blinking he realized none of what he had seen o felt was his. It was hers. Hers? He concentrated on the aura that the feelings had left him with as it dissipated.
It had been months since the dreams had stopped...his feelings still were mixed about the so-called Guardian. Now that...
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Jamie sat quietly in the back of the classroom trying to take her time deciding on just when to walk up and drop her test off in the basket. She had just rolled her eyes for the 16th time when she felt her...Gretcia? It had been over 80 years since the complete destruction of Area 51's underground lab. She had hoped the blast had taken at least Gretcia. Jamie swallowed suddenly stiffened as she felt the child being taken. Cold fuoco settled in her veins. She walked up and deposited the test in the basket and headed out calmly where she flashed stepped to her locker only to thrust the cagna so...
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P.B. practiced her ballet in the school's new practice room. It had been one of mom's allowances when she was young and that was a birthday wish when she was 9, just a anno after their rescue. Mom had even taken the courses with her just to be sure she got home safely. She had just landed on her toes after making a perfect leap, polite clapping echoed through the mirrored room. A pale youth, with black hair and dead eyes smiled what would have been a handsome smile if there would have been enough meat on the face. It reminded her of death warmed over. "Bravo! That was an excellent leap. Like...
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Orihemia sat in front of her mirror. The very same that the Angel had been at only a week ago.She found that the imprint moved around, from her chest to her arm. The dragon suddenly rotated and then suddenly disappeared off her shoulder. "Huh? Where did te go?" A voice like a whisper came to her ear. "I am where I have always been child within you." Orihemia paled as it spooked her. She turned expecting to see the dragon, but found an older version of herself but with black glossy hair smiling back at her. "You have very good lungs." The older one detto laughing. "Ah-uhmmm-thanks." Orihemia...
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added by LidiaIsabel
Since I've been on Facebook and Leggere about the headmaster's death. I worked in a little magic. Being that my main character is a Soul Smith. She made Yamamoto's zenpakuto. With her arrival on the scene in a sense, it has dato her creation the added strength to preserve its host. Thus, allowing the headmaster to survive when he should have died.

Yamamoto could feel pain, why? He had used all his energy all his power. He should be nothing but ash if even that. Yet he felt the stiffness of his joints the injuries he had taken. He slipped his eyes open seeing the brightness of the sky, looking...
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Keisuki gripped onto the captain's shoulder. Gutsy, risky, and stupid. He flashed to behind one of the big boulders, a sposta he didn't do lightly. He didn't like mostrare that he still had a few things up his sleeve that the society didn't know about.
Byakuya narrowed his eyes at him as Keisuki let go of him.
"Sorry but I wanted to talk to te alone for a while longer."
Byakuya frowned even deeper. "What più do we have to discuss?" Keisuki rolled his eyes. "Look this will end all your problems, the ones te already have plus the ones we added when we made up that story for you. te rescue her.......
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Byakuya's eyes closed even as he fought them. He was tired, distraught and too emotional where Jamie was concerned. He shouldn't have gone over, but when Unohana retold him of her workings on the girl that even after a few days still drew an unprecedented pale and no smile from the captain it had disturbed him. "Never in all my life have I seen so much disregard for her own body. But never one so brave, she shames the whole society with her selflessness." She had detto and then asked him. "You were there when they took her, were te not?" The domanda had caught him off guard, for he had made...
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P.B. covered what she could of the bruises Voro had dato her. She had worn the wrong color dress for the date. Even though everyone at the party detto it was beautiful and made them stand out. Impossible to miss. Tears spilled down ruining the careful blotting out she had done. She needed to break it off but Voro's past girlfriends....went missing. How had this happened? Mira had left leaving her finally on her very own for the real first time but she'd only done so as mom had been on her way, mom o Jamie as she liked to be called now had had one of her episodes. That now had become the norm...
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If some of te actually come across my stories and start to read them te will notice some do not have any real connection to the continuing story. As I have learned in the past. Pen and pencil tend to fade away on paper o anything else te write on. So I come here and write it on a screen and send it out as a pop fly into the audience instead of a home run.. Don't know if I'll use them o trash them, I just want to make sure if I burn out and leave the story for awhile I have some record of it somewhere I can still read it. I have tons of paper at home in 20 gallon totes at least 2 o più and 5 years in and can no longer read due to the fading. So I hope te thoroughly enjoy my scribbles in case I end up having a bad case of multiple personalities due to the people I have living inside my poor drooling brain. Probably why I have terrible spelling and punctuation at times. At least I think I do. Never did get higher then a C average in English.
Karakura Hall of History.

Luna de la Muerte yawned and stretched.
"Mommy whose that lady in the blade?" A little girl detto pointing at Luna. "What lady? Oh I see. That's not funny.Someone's using it to reflect their own video feed." Luna giggled and winked at the little girl who giggled back. "It'll be our little secret." Luna detto as the little girl went on with her mother to look at the armor that stood in the successivo case. When they did Luna whistled long and high to wake her sister, Shadow. "In all the holy one's forges, I'm right here." Luna made a face as she studied her little sister. "Why...
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