When I next awoke it was to a curtain drawn room and a comfortable nest of a little makeshift bed.

I must have been put into a spare converted room after I passed out. From the low light that seems though I can guess it must still be the same day, early evening at the latest. 

Out in the hall, I can see it's the same downstairs hall as the kitchen and washroom from earlier. I don't dare open the doors to the other rooms, out of respect more than anything else. 

My host is strange but kind, kinder than anyone's ever been to me for two lifetimes. I won't take that for granted, ever.

Since there are no signs here, Gable must be upstairs. 

The hall and stairway aren't entirely dark, little lights glow from geometrical shapes hang on the walls. They're like an improved version of glow in the dark star stickers I had in my bedroom as a kid.

God, this house is cool.

I  don't really know what I was expecting Gable to be doing.

Diligently looking over his research?

Elegantly reading a book?

Brewing some cool potions?

Summoning unholy forced from a realm beyond over a blood sacrifice?

Whatever I was expecting, it was not him curled up by the fire crocheting like a little old lady. 

Well, I suppose he's is an old man. It's a very cozy looking scene, hot cup of something by an open fire on a comfortable looking chair. If it weren't for all macabre bird bones and somewhat witchy looking materials it would be very holiday postcard-worthy.

Unless you're into that sort of thing.

"Awake I see, it's still early, now's a good a time as any to be up. Won't lose any sleep before bedtime, damn what even is bedtime for kids like you? How are you feeling now?"

Without looking up Gable seem to always know where I am and somehow I don't think that has anything to do with magic. 

"Much better, my throat feels scratchy but my nose is much better."

"Hmm, sounds about right. Another milk before bed then. Now stop hovering by the doorway and come try these on."

"Yes!"

I was only trying to be polite by not intruding but since I've been given permission I'll gladly make myself more comfortable. There's no other chair but plenty of cushions to pile up, all with a hand-knitted pattern cover. 

The items Gable pulls out for me to try were a poofy pair of crochet high waist shorts and matching long wool socks in the same soft walnut color. There were all of course near infant size and looked adorable. 

"Waaah you made these? Amazing!"

"Yes yes yes, best I could do. Your old clothes were...not fit....for anything. These were the quickest things to whip together"

"I understand completely if they're not salvageable, thank you so much Sir Gable."

"Just Gable is fine."

AH, it seems he's not one for such formalities. But it makes sense, given how he prefers to live away from most of society. Or that he even stays friends with the crazy old man that is my grampa, even after all these years. Better safe than sorry though, who gets kicked out for being too polite?

"I'm serious, they're so well made! You can do so much and crochet too, it's amazing."

"Great then put them on already."

"....is this magic?"

"I'm sorry?"

"The socks, are they magic?

"Well, no but I did enchant my tools?"

I don't think sir Gable understands how difficult it is to crochet socks normally. I'll just stick to knitting. Cozy as they are, they are a bit stiff and baggy but they could be rolled down to fit.
The shorts are very roomy but warm. I for one am glad to finally have something to cover down there.  

I just need some shoes and a cute hat for this adorable countryside outfit to be complete. A hat....a hat really would be helpful,...

"You don't seem too pleased but bear with it for now."

"Oh no I love them, they're very comfortable! I was just thinking about how nice a hat or something to cover my hair would be....it wasn't like this before you know. Tree sap accident."

I explain as I awkwardly gesture to my messy hair. It's much less of a bird's nest after a clean bath but it does look something quite pitiful. 

"Ah yes a hat, that I can do, but how about we try to neaten that feral child look of yours first?"

"Yes please, if you could be so kind."

"I don't know if there's much I can do with it so I hope you don't mind it short."

"Short hair doesn't bother me, it's okay even if I look like a boy/"

"Relax and try not to flinch much."

I'm lightly lifted and seated to the corner of a table before Gable covers my shoulders with a rag. He wets my hair with a comb and instead of pulling out a pair of scissors, he brings forth a green flame between his fingers. It follows his steady hand, wisping across my forehead, over my ears as it burns away the choppy uneven strands left dangling.  

It dances in warm spots at the back of my head and I try very hard not to clap in astonishment and applause. 

Why can't this magician be my grampa instead? Hey, can I request a trade-in?!

When he finishes I see my reflection for the first time in this life. 

Not in the moving water of a pond or river, nor in the face of my twin but clearly in an actual polished mirror. None of the funny reflective bronze stuff either, an actual clear mirror.  

Large sharp hazel brown eyes, bordering on gold, stares back at me. The round face of a small child, one who should be familiar, but isn't. It's the same baby heart-shaped face as Lilyanne's but fuller, tanner, with cheeks that are too warm and flushed. Decently dark if not a bit judgmental eyebrows, a little button nose, and a perpetual pout, all these things make up my face. 

So this is the face of a villain?

Indeed I make a good looking little boy, hair cropped short all around. However, my bangs and the sides were left to frame my round little face rather favoringly. My hair looks darker, straighter when it's this short, none of Lillyanne's fairytale curls except the barest of edges. 

I don't look like Lilyanne like this. I don't look like her at all, identical face or not. It's an entirely different aura, a clearly different child. 

I think I like it.

"It will grow back in time. "

I assume Gable responded to my silence with the assumption I'm disappointed and am quick to shower him in praise once again.  After all I am a little girl and thus a little vain, besides he's on team long hair himself. If anything, it would be difficult to pull off some of my future plots looking like this. What good is being twins if you can't switch around for your own gain? But that's an issue for further along in the future. 

"So what now? Do I just wait around for grampa to pick me up? As much as I'm glad to be here, and I really am grateful, I wouldn't want to impose too much on you. "

"For everyone's peace of mind yes, I'd prefer if you stayed where I can keep an eye on you. I'm sure your parents would prefer it that way as well. Honestly, what was Ronald thinking?"

"Did grampa send me out here to find you maybe?"

"Absolutely not, he doesn't even know I'm out here." 

"Didn't he leave to visit you in the North but a few months ago?"

"Never said I was there though, heh. Might have missed me this year."

It's like hide and seek then. What a strange friendship.

"Anyways there's plenty of room and you're welcome to stay Rosalia. I assume you're mentally old enough to not have to be babysat but given your current physical state, well I'm sure you understand."

"Yes, thank you very much for opening your home to me. Please don't mind me, I wouldn't want  to get in the way of your daily routine."

"No worries, Ronald does enough of that already. Compared to that trouble magmet, a smart behaved child like you is no bother. "

Truly a strange friendship between these two but that's a given.

"Then, please take care of me until then."
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Just like Gable said, grampa is known for being late. 

My cold came and gone but that one night in the hobbit house turned to two then three and now going on near two weeks already. 

Gramps definitely overshot that '3 day's' pick up date. While it's exasperating of him, I'm secretly glad about it. Every day here has been enjoyably fascinating with the seemingly endless amount of research, books and pleasant company in this cottage.

Even if I do get assigned some daily household chores. Gable has no qualms with putting me to work and keeping me busy. It's really no big deal to me, who used to be a normal commoner, but wouldn't it be simpler to just use magic?

But hey what do I know?

If I'm told to sweep, organize some shelves and feed some strange giant 'farm' animals each morning well that's not too unreasonable. Those mutant eggs are great, even if the huge mother birds are very dinosaur-like terrifying. I always believed the T-rex had feathers and this may be what they looked like if shrunk down to the size of a goose. 

I don't mean to outstay my welcome but again, better under someone's supervision than off on my own getting eaten by a wild something. The worst thing that could happen to me here is maybe getting kicked by the old 'goat' during milking.

I'm actually having a very nice time playing farm house, it's very refreshing as it is a workout. 

Well, Gable has to keep self sufficiently feeding himself somehow. Of course, there would be a vegetable garden and some usable 'farm' animals in addition to all his strange herb plots. Though the more valuable and dangerous plants are kept in a nursery underground. 

Relying on the bounty of nature is fine and all but inconveniently time-consuming, though we've gone out for a foraging 'walk' twice already. Only then am I allowed to walk past the illusioned gates of the compound, beyond the firewood stacks and common vegetable patches.

By now I've been here long enough to accumulate a tiny pair of scrapped fur-lined leather boots and an enchanted weather resistant hooded cloak for when I go outside. The cloak was a dark brown, child sized and of course hand crochet. Upon my request and recalling a simple pattern from my other world, I asked for Gable to attach cute bear ears on the hood. 

Cuteness must always prevail.

The foraging trips were quite educational as I was introduced to many other plants and creatures I previously did not notice or knew the useful properties of. If I'm ever caught stranded in the woods again I'll have a much easier time.

But we ended up with much more wild mushrooms and common spring fruits since those are the things I can best identify. 

The rest of the time Gable is often working. He seems to have multiple projects going on all at once and even if he was only working on one thing I wouldn't be able to keep up with understanding it.

He's like a busy stay at home author or freelancer back in my world. 

Very self disciplined with his work and very likely to forget all sense of time. There is no clock here but Gable doesn't seem to need it anyways. The hobbit house is so full of skylights and bits and pieces of scattered natural windows that it's easy to judge the time of day. 

I don't know if it's my added pretense but he seems insistent on taking time out for three solid meals a day.

We had just popped an herb mushroom quiche into the kitchen oven when he mentioned it to me one afternoon. 

"You weren't a fighter were you."

Sudden but it wasn't a question, the slightly sad tone of voice told me he wasn't talking about the present. While he often treats me like a small child in need of assistance, which I am, Gable always speaks to me with an adult sense of respect.

 I appreciate that and in return never play games with him in the way I do others

"No...I mean I'll put up a fight if need be but, the people in my world didn't need to fight so much."

"You cook, you know a lot of recipes from what I've seen. You read a lot even without aid, somewhat education. Even without me you could forage the woods. You even know how to craft some...creative things."

He gestures to the flower headband on my head that I crochet a few evenings ago, curled in front of the fireplace as he made by the little cloak. They're simple to make and I crocheted two other plain ones as a thank you token for Gable, to keep his hair out the way if he needs it. 

What he meant though was that my behavior showed that I was a normal civilian. Softer, a support player, not a frontline warrior. That's how this world operates thought peace has finally come, the battles too fresh for most of the older generations. 

It's true though, I was living in a 1st world technologically advanced country. Where would I need to fight? Outside gym sessions or women's self defense classes where would I get the opportunity to? No, I was just a normal young woman who never even held a real weapon. Unless pepper spray counts?

"Ronald was, ...a soldier I mean. In his life before. Sometimes he forgets not everyone is one, too caught up in his world view. "

"It can't be just that....grampa treats my mother very gently, and my little sister too."

"Either too gentle or too rough, no in-between with that idiot."

I think I can understand what Gable is trying to defend here. He won't tell me grampa's origin story but in between the safe retelling of stories I would hear anyways, he slips up. He tells me bits and pieces about grampa that paints a very human picture. Not a god or an infallible hero, just a person, very possibly with PTSD, with a lot of goof ups, mistakes and good all mixed up. 

How gross.

I want to say it's a biased picture but Gable isn't the type of view anyone but with the truth, especially his best friend. It partly clashes and greatly fills out the image of the grampa in my head. Of course, I won't admit to sympathizing with him, can't make it that easy. 

"So he's either a brute of muscle head or a useless family dog?"

"Oh absolutely."

The dishes float to the sink to wash themselves and I undo the little apron over my new handmade overalls. I'm not a cartoon character, one outfit the entire time wasn't going to cut it and Gable is a very neat tailor. 

He was already crocheting more clothing for me anyways. If I drew out the clothes or a pattern I remembered from Home EC, it could be shortly produced. It was rather nice not having to make excuses for just knowing things. 

Our peaceful craft time in the evenings are more enjoyable than my downtime back home. 

I'm learning a lot out here, not just foraging and farm work. 

Potion brewing was never one of my strong points but Gable makes a splendid tutor, it being one of his specialties. I can already make my own cold droughts and work at enchanting simple things. My most glorious work, however, has to be making some much better tasting internal healing potions, low grade as they are. They're a little fizzy, like soda pop!

At first, I was concerned about falling behind on weapons training and such but as Gable reminds me, I was never much of a physical fighter. 

"By all means, if you have something keep at it. Can't have too many cards up your sleeve."

There's plenty of time as Gable rises early and I try to follow him, though I do still need my afternoon naps. So I run my daily exercises as I see fit, just to physically keep up. The farm and housework eliminated any need for a weight routine though. 

As much as I'm learning here, even through just observations, the best part is how I can just be. I may be small but I don;t have to play a part other than a polite house guest. I can speak freely without fearing giving out suspicious information because it's only Gable and the woods here and he already knows. No pressure and certainly no spying eyes on me, it's quite nice to live so freely. 

I understand why Gable keeps to himself so away from the rest of society now. 

While I can't live like he does, I still have a lot of growing up in this world to do, I really hope this peaceful time stretches out even for a little bit more. 

As all good things though it must come to an end. 

A tremor runs through the ground. 

I think it's an earthquake before Gable draws a circle into the air, a portal with camera vision of the surface showing through it. An airheaded man, far too familiar to me to be called handsome, appears wandering across the screen like a lost dog. 

"Rosa! Here girl, where are yooooouuu?"

Grampa's familiar voice vibrated through the ground from wherever he is on the surface and instead of joy or even relief at his late arrival I can't help but feel like cursing. Ah what an irritating sort of man. 

Why am I being called out like the common pet dog?!?!

"Rooooosa! Grampapa' is here! I know you're somewhere around here~ Well, at least the bag is....huh funny, swore I passed that tree before."

"...He's caught in your illusion isn't he?"

"Works every time, oh well better late than never. Just be glad it didn't take him 5 years this time kid."

You know what, I actually wouldn't mind that. 

Damn grampa.

----

You've probably heard this sort of story before.

 

Once upon a time, blah blah blah a boy and a girl fell love and everything was beautiful and perfect, except for this thing called life getting in their way. 

He was this cool foreign prince and she was basically perfect. Really it's a very boring run of the mill story. I'll even spoil it for you, they kill the villainess at the end.

Not the type of story I'd read personally.


So where do I fit into this?

Apparently I'm her older twin sister and the very very lucky fiance to the foreign prince. You know, the dead villainess? Sucks I know. 

Now I get to do it all over again from the beginning.

Curse my life


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Updates at least 2x a week,

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Brett paced the kitchen for ten minutes before he went back outside and picked up a hammer and bucket of nails from the porch step. Andy followed him silently. The two men had worked together for many summers since Andy had shown up in Bindloss, checking animals and calving: they'd become friends, but Andy didn't know how to help his friend understand the kind of trauma the woman inside his house had gone through. He didn't need to hear the story to be able to tell it. 
 Brett held a two by four in place and started hammering a nail into place: the fence around the small garden had fallen into disrepair since his aunt wasn't around to tend it but doing something close to the house seemed important. Andy followed him, holding a board, checking to see if it was square: the two fell into a comfortable silence.

 Uncle Ned came back for lunch, saw Brett with Andy and noticed the tractor. The older man nodded and got up on the tractor without a word and went back to work. Brett kept watching for Anna. She finally came out on the porch, two hours later, rubbing her eyes and finally letting her own tears flow. She said she was sorry to Brett and he knew it was because she couldn't tell him. "She's asleep," she told him, "She'll be hungry when she wakes up, she said to tell you she wants a burger and orange pop," she looked at him quizzically when he chuckled, "she said you'd know where to find it."

 "I do," Brett forced a smile. "I can live without the details, Anna," he said, "But will she be okay and what does she need?"

 "Rest," Anna told him, "A lot of rest and a lot of gentleness and eventually counseling." She met his gaze straight on, "and for God's sake do not call her sunshine," she whispered the last word like it was evil, "I'd avoid the word all together." She opened the truck door, "And hide your electric razors and scissors," she glanced back toward the house, "I'm surprised she hasn't done it already, but she wants her hair gone, it's a horrible reminder of everything." She looked at her brother, "she knew about the baby, I told her about the procedure, she cried but said to say thank you." Andy nodded, he knew Anna would tell him what he needed to know after they'd left. 

 "Anna," Brett started but she stopped him. 

"Brett, that woman in there has been through hell, that's all I can tell you. She'll tell you more if, and when, she's ready. In the meantime: I've convinced her she needs to stay here, with you at the Bogs." Brett's head shot up, "She needs to rest, she needs to sleep in a bed where she'll feel safe. She can move around a bit: it will do her good, but you shouldn't let her go for walks outside the house alone any further than say the garden from your front porch."

 Brett nodded and waved as the twins drove away, jumped onto the porch in one step. He took off his boots and hat and walked quickly to the guest room. Maisey's eyes were closed, her cheeks stained with tears. He sat quietly in the wicker chair next to the bed rested his head on his hands and started to pray.

 "I'll be okay, Cowboy," she told him softly. Brett didn't know what to say back. "Any chance you brought in any of my stuff? I need a shower and a clean set of clothes. Judging by the smell of me I've been in these ones about a week."

 "I'll go get you anything you need," he told her, "even if I have to drive four hours to Medicine Hat to get it."

 She smiled, "I'll settle for the burgundy hiking pack that's in the bed of the truck and the blue tote it should be leaning on. Then once I've got those I'll need the two coolers, so I can go through the food. Anna says I'm not allowed to lift things for a couple days."

 He nodded and left the room, returning a few minutes later with the items she asked for. He helped her up from the bed and showed her where to find the bathroom and went back out to her truck. Uncle Ned met him in the yard. "Well?"

 "She's going to live." Brett told him.

"Thank God!" Ned responded, "Maybe now you'll stop moping about and get the work done!"

Brett smiled warmly at his uncle, "You okay with her staying for a while?"

"She in trouble?"

"Anna says she needs a lot of rest after what she's been through but can't say more than that."

"What's the girl say?"

"That she's not ready to tell a stranger who was brawling what or who left her in a bruised and broken state."

"Afraid you'll be just like him." Ned said astutely.

"I think so."

"Well, you'd best show her us Franks are not women beaters," Ned said matter-of-factly. "Anna say you need to stay close?"

"Yessir," Brett nodded, "She's afraid Maisey will overdo it." Ned nodded, "You're safe to go in for lunch now. I'll see to dinner once I bring in her coolers." Brett turned and then turned back, "Uncle Ned?" Ned turned with the screen door in hand, "Thank you for taking me in and raising me right. I could have been just like him." Ned gave a slight nod and went on to fix his lunch.

Maisey stood under the hot water for what seemed like forever. She let the steam wash away to tightness in her chest, the streaks of tears and dirt from her face. Eventually she lathered and washed her hair with some lavender scented shampoo her therapist had recommended, dressed, combed her hair and stepped out of the hall. She could hear movement in the direction Brett had said was the kitchen, but she escaped into the room she'd been staying in and sat down in the wicker chair instead. She'd left the door open: closed doors made her uncomfortable and she knew that eventually he would come check on her.

When he did it was to bring her a burger wrapped in paper towel and a glass of ice with a can of C-Plus: she laughed and took a big bite of the burger. She moaned. She could help herself: the burger was perfectly cooked and the cheese just barely melted, there was a hint of mayo and mustard with pickles and bacon but no lettuce or tomato. Smiling he left her to eat.

"Thank you." She said, bringing her plate and glass back to the kitchen. He nodded and continued slicing pickles until she touched his arm. "No, Brett, really thank you. You likely saved my life the other night."

"We don't have to talk about it," he told her, "I'm just glad you're okay."

"You're more intimidating in the daylight," she told him, changing the subject, "I don't remember you scowling."

He laughed, "I hadn't just realized we were down to our last two slices of bacon in the fridge," he told her with a straight face, "and with company around who likes bacon and cheddar burgers that's a problem!" Maisey couldn't help but laugh, "how can I help?" she asked.

"Sit," he told her, "Anna says you need rest."

"I've rested for nearly a week from what Anna tells me," she retorted, "I need to do something."

"My aunt used to say that when the body needed resting there were always blankets to stitch or socks to darn."

"I am useless at darning," she retorted, "but I can crochet. Where's her supplies?" Brett watched her to make sure she was serious, then lead her back to the room she'd been resting in and opened the closet. She gasped when she realized the closet opened up into a table and hid hundreds of balls of bright and dark colored yarns. Brett smiled at the pleasure she couldn't hide as she handled all the yarns and selected two and a hook then followed him back to the kitchen.

After a few minutes he realized that suggesting she crochet was a mistake. She was frustrated and struggling with the fractured hand. Fresh tears were welling in her eyes when he took the hook and yarn and set them aside. He wiped them with his thumbs holding her face in his hands and rested his forehead against hers. "It's okay." He told her. 

"I feel useless" she told him, "one more thing I loved that he took from me." She stopped herself from saying more.

"I know," Brett said. "Are you up for a little walk, I want to show you something." She nodded and took his hand when he offered it, feeling comfort in his nearness.

'Cunt,' came the whispered voice in her mind, 'useless, stupid, good for nothing bitch you can't get rid of me. I'll find you wherever you go.'  She froze as she fought to control the fear. Brett stopped and looked at her. He took her in both his arms and hugged her, he couldn't help himself, she looked so lost and scared standing frozen. She seemed startled by the action, fearful that he was going to hurt her and then relieved when she recognized him. He hid the anger that made him want to demand a name from her. She leaned into the hug carefully and whispered her thanks into his shirt as a tear slipped down her cheeks.

It was too much, Maisey realised. It was too much to hope that she could pretend it hadn't happened. It was too much to hope that being away could protect her any more than the restraining order had been able to. Without her therapist she didn't know if she could keep going and not fall back into another coma. She breathed in the smell of Brett: leather and animals, fresh air and Old Spice. She inhaled deeply, not caring that he knew she was drawing strength from the smell of him. Not realizing what having her so close and moaning from the joy of his scent was doing to him. He thought of cow manure and cleaning the slues pond.

Finally, she straightened and indicated they could keep going. He led her around the side of the house to where she saw a gently rocking swing, a bucket with hammer and nails was against one leg of the swing. She looked askance at him: "At night you've got a great view of Orion's belt all year long by sitting right there in that swing." He pointed, "It was my aunt's favorite place to sit with me and read."

"I used to read," she told him, "I haven't sat and enjoyed a book in a long time."

"I can go bring you one," he told her, "and cushions and a blanket for when you get cold."

"Will you sit with me?" she asked, he nodded so she agreed. They sat in silence for a while, the book in her hands. Brett stared out over the range remembering an earlier time in his life when it had been his aunt comforting him. "It's strange," Maisey said finally. "I don't usually talk to strangers, I've been very much on the move constantly since early March yet here I am with a guy I've really only known a few hours feeling as comfortable as if you were family." She cocked her head and Brett noticed gold flecks in her blue eyes.

Brett nodded and watched a small orange cat pawing at a rope left hanging on the nearest fence while it rolled in the dust below. He waited, he didn't know what to say: she was right, they were strangers, yet he felt as comfortable with her as he did with Ned. He wanted to protect her the way he would Anna or any of the other ladies he knew. A soft buzz interrupted his thoughts, he pulled his cell phone out of his chest pocket and answered it.

Maisey watched him talk without listening. He had brown hair, she could see now that he wasn't wearing a cowboy hat, and he was built the way all the cowboys she'd ever seen on TV were: skinny but muscular. His hands were calloused from hard work but soft like he must wear gloves to protect them. He had an early season tan with a white band across his forehead where his cowboy hat must block the sun from touching his face. He wore a dark t-shirt and jeans—she couldn't tell what brand, but it didn't matter: his boots completed the look, he was the cowboy she'd named him. 

Whomever was on the phone made him frown, something made her want to reach over and wipe away the frustration she was seeing there. She looked down at the book and read the title: The Astronaut's Wife. She dropped it like it was fire, letting it fall to the ground and started to walk as quickly as her ribs would let her go. She had to get away before the memories overwhelmed her.

When she found the drive way she kept walking, not stopping. She didn't have her keys, or she would have climbed into her truck and driven away. She wanted to run. She brushed unbidden tears away and just kept walking.

Brett knew the minute she stood up, but he didn't follow her, assumed she had to go to the bathroom, and kept listening to Andy's instructions for the summer inoculations for the herd. He stood and moved to the fence, looking down the length of it in both directions before he froze and hung up on Andy.

He stood watching for a minute before realizing she wasn't going to stop, swore and ran for his keys: she'd made it further than he thought she should have been able to considering her ribs. He climbed into the cab of his truck and drove after her, she didn't stop when he slowed so he pulled his truck in front of her and jumped out, "Stop Maisey."

"Get out of my way," she told him and tried to go around him: he put his hands on her shoulders and dropped them when she flinched. "Don't touch me!" she seethed and suddenly he realized she wasn't seeing him. It was a memory.

He softened his voice even though he wanted nothing better than to get back in his truck and hunt down the son of a goat who made her look so lost and scared. "Maisey you're okay now, it's Brett, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to take you back to the house so you can rest." He watched her blink, waited for her to scream at him or push him away, instead she fought the tears and the memories and reached for him. He pulled her into a hug and held her, stroking her loose hair, "You're safe with me Maisey." 

"I won't be safe anywhere until I can get it all out of my head," she whispered into his neck, letting him hold her and relishing in the safety she felt. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he told her. "Never be that."

She chuckled and leaned away from him, noticing that his chin rested lightly on her head, "How tall are you anyway?" she asked, "I'm almost 6 feet myself and it's not often I have to look up at someone."

Brett smiled back, "6'5" he told her. "It's actually quite the treat not to have to go down on both knees to talk to a woman," he teased, "You better now?" She smiled back at him and Brett knew if circumstances were different he'd want to kiss her, but they weren't so he kept his distance. "Can you get in the truck on your own or should I lift you in?"

She glared at him and he chuckled as she climbed into the cab, settling near the door on the other side. They returned to the house in silence and with a sad sigh she retreated to the room she'd woken up in claiming she needed to rest. Brett watched her go and felt her retreating from him.

He went back to work in the kitchen, getting dinner fixings ready and deep in thought. Maisey slept through dinner, Brett checked in on her a few times and called Anna to report on the day. Anna reminded him to encourage her to relax and rest then went to his room to shower and sleep knowing he had chores to do.

Leaving one life for a new start: city girl Maisey finds change in an out of the way town in an unexpected place. Can she find her way back or will she be forever lost?

Alene was sitting in the compartment with Lily and Severus discussing the curriculum. To others, it may sound boring but Alene was fascinated with learning new things especially when she needed the knowledge to achieve something.
This was no different with James only he needed more motivation to start learning for a goal.
When the train came to stop Alene had left her trunk and Oppi in the train and only took her wand and a book "Magical drafts and potions". Walking out of the train Alene turned around to the sound of a man with a deep robust voice.
"Fi'st years this way, th'is way" Alene looked at a tall man. She stayed silent as she followed him to the boats. "On'ly three per b'oat" Alene quickly boarded a boat alone. Severus and Lily had taken a different boat and James was with his newly made friends.
Although it stung that she was alone left by James she knew it was her fault. If she hadn't gone and sat with Lily and Severus this would have never happened. She was quiet and kept to herself hoping that someone would join her.
Yet sadly enough as the boat started drifting on the lake she was still alone. She was on one of the last boats and overlooked all first years. They all seemed to happy and laughed together with their friends.
At this point, Alene was just mesmerised by the castle. It stood tall and proud filled with dazzling lights. The lights of the castle were beautifully reflected on the chilly lake. Alene wanted to take a photo of the castle so this moment could be set in stone forever.
reaching the shore there was an older witch in marvellous green robes that seemed to shine in the light coming from the castle. She had a stern look and told them to follow her to the castle. Alene started walking and saw James moving over towards her.
"Hey," she said in a soft voice. She felt regretful towards her actions.  She was stubborn since she was young. She remembered times where she would get the short end of the stick because of her stubbornness. 
"Hey!" James seemed to have forgotten the incident at the train and just took her hand as they were walking into the castle. The older witch with the stern gaze introduced herself and Professor McGonagall and told them they would be sorted once they enter that door. 
After she disappeared for some time the doors opened to reveal a dining hall full of students separated into four different tables. 
The house emblems were above each table. Ravenclaw had their eagle, Hufflepuff had their badger, Gryffindor had their Lion and Slytherin had their snake. As she walked forwards to Professor McGonagall who help a scroll and sorting hat she suddenly felt nervous. 
Is that hat supposed to sort her into her house? Before Alene could come up with even more questions, the big brown and dirty hat seemed to come alive and started to sing. 

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you have a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
Alene started to calm herself down, thinking to her self in a positive way. What's the worst that can go wrong if the hat did not place her in Gryffindor. If she was placed in Slytherin she knew her great aunt Doria would be thrilled with the news.  Ravenclaw would be promising as well because her mother used to be in that house. Lastly, Hufflepuff, it was likely the house where she would make the most friends but not a favourable one. 
Great aunt Doria seemed to hate the house with passion. She could accept Gryffindor, Ravenclaw but not Hufflepuff. "Potter, James" This immediately broke Alene out of her trance. She realized that James was not already walking up the small stair to the sorting hat. He had a proud yet goofy grin on his lips and seemed so confident. 
The hat was only placed on his hat for a second and it screamed "GRYFFINDOR". The Gryffindor table seemed to break out in cheers. James smiled at her and mouthed 'you'll do great' This treasured her especially since her name was called next. 
She slowly walked up to the creaky old chair and sat down. She looked as James who had already taken his place at the Gryffindor table. He sat next to Pettigrew, Black and Lupin. Alene realized she had missed their sorting as well as the one from Lily and Severus. She saw Lily sitting next to some girls but she did not see Severus on the Gryffindor table she could only assume he made it into Slytherin. 
Feeling the hat placed on her head. she started taking deep breaths in the hopes that the sorting hat would quickly sort her. 'MMm...' Alene would have jumped if she did not know it was a magical hat.  'I see, I see.' 'Sharp mind, creative for sure...' 'Very stubborn I see, also very brave...' 'now where would you flourish best...' Alene could barely understand the numbering inside her head but she knew that she would just deal with whatever house she got. 
"GRYFFINDORR"

Alene hated Platform 9 and three quarters with passion. For her it was the rotten place where she lost the thing dearest to her heart. Her twin.

In the room with the fairies were yet more Wizarding items as well as three small figures, no doubt the fairies themselves. One wore a red dress with a pointy red hat and cape, hair light gray. Another woman had on a green version of the same outfit with darker gray hair and a little slimmer than the one in red. The last was the shortest fairy in blue with black hair.

"Excuse me." Toshiro called out to the three.

They turned to him with kind smiles on their faces.

"Oh my, a Soul Reaper." The one in red said with surprise. "Is there something you need, dear?"

"I was wondering if you could help me with something." He stepped closer to them. "I have no way of contacting the Soul Society, my home. I was wondering if there was a chance you could give me a way to communicate with them."

"Hm, that is troubling." The one in green mused. "That world has been closed off for centuries now, it's nearly impossible to get to."

"I just need a way to communicate." Toshiro said and reached into his pocket, pulling out his Soul Pager. "This is usually how I contact them when I go on a mission to the World of the Living, but it's not exactly made for use on other worlds."

"Oh my," The one in red took the phone gently, "I'm not sure we can help you there. Technology isn't our strong point."

"That's alright, I was simply wondering."

"Though…we might be able to find another way, if you give us some time. We'll send it to you when we're done."

"Thank you very much." Toshiro nodded and took the phone back, even if it was technically useless. It could sense Hollows and contact Soul Society, but both we're now obsolete, making it a waste of space.

They turned as Sora stepped inside with Donald and Goofy behind him.

"Oh, there you are Toshiro." Sora waved at him.

"That's Captain Hitsugaya, Sora." Toshiro reminded.

"Whoops, sorry." The brunette paused, seeming to think. "Ya know, I'm really glad you came here, Captain."

"Why's that?"

"Well, with the three of us, you, Riku and the King, this Organization XIII group doesn't stand a chance."

"Yeah!" Donald agreed. "All of us together will be able to stop them!"

Admiring their determination, Toshiro stepped aside so the fairies could speak with Sora. He didn't know how long it would take fairies to make new clothes, but he was sure it would be faster than if a human were to do it, considering these women had magic on their side. Either way, they needed to get moving so he hoped they were fast.

"Well look who's here, dears." The red fairy smiled. "Sora, Donald and Goofy!"

"Oh if you're looking for clothes you came to the right place." The blue one stepped forward.

"I'll do the designing." The green one called out.

Perhaps this would take a little longer than he'd first thought.

The red and blue fairy came over to Sora and pulled him away from the others to stand in front of the green one before they stood next to her. With a wave of her wand, the green one shot out a stream of light onto the clothes. Toshiro didn't think they looked any different except that now they were green.

"Oh, that will never do." The blue one argued and cast a blue light from her wand. Now the clothes were blue.

'Never mind, this could take ages.' Toshiro grimaced as the red fairy changed the color to a light red, almost pink color.

He caught on to a faint trace of dark Spiritual Pressure and gazed around the room, trying to pinpoint it. Black caught his attention as what looked like a raven flew from the window and out to the sky, taking the dark presence with it. Was it some kind of bird Heartless? He would have thought any Heartless would have tried to get inside to attack, considering they acted on instinct. A Nobody then? Those always seemed to be white or gray in color, though. He didn't have enough information to know whether or not the raven was a danger.

"Aww," Sora groaned, catching his attention, "would you just decide?"

The three fairies gasped, slightly taken aback, before turning to each other and smiling once more. They chuckled a little and then turned back to Sora.

"All right, then." The red one said. "Together now, dears. And no more squabbling."

Together the three fairies waved their wands, their colored lights shooting out and hitting Sora in the chest all at once, a bright light enveloping him and smothering him from view. Donald and Goofy turned away and Toshiro squinted against the light.

Once it dulled it revealed Sora now wearing mostly black, thick yellow straps across the top of the pants to hold up large red pouches. The black jacket was short with a white outline and rested over top of a dark blue shirt with red pockets in the front. His gloves were black with white crisscrossed over it. The only thing that stayed the same was the silver crown necklace around his neck, much like the symbol Toshiro remembered drawing on the table in Twilight Town. How had he not noticed that before?

"He does look rather dashing." The blue fairy said with a grin.

The Kingdom Key came to Sora's hand, though apparently its appearance surprised Sora as well.

"Now those aren't ordinary garments." The red fairy explained.

"They have very special powers." The green fairy added on with a nod.

Waving her wand, the red fairy produced a small golden orb that hovered in front of Sora.

"Take the orb, dear." She said.

Cautiously, Sora reached out and grabbed onto the energy sphere. The energy transferred to Sora, adding to some sort of stored energy within the Keybearer that Toshiro couldn't quite figure out. It had appeared with the new clothes.

"And watch what happens." The blue fairy said excitedly.

The power in Sora increased and a light flashed over his clothes, lifting him up. A sphere of sorts was created around him before it burst and Sora's outfit had changed yet again. It was mostly red now with thick black outlines and a symbol along the arms and pant legs. What's more, he was holding a second Keyblade. This startled Sora as well as the others, looking at the violet Keyblade with golden stars, the teeth end curving around a golden crescent moon with a sharp pointed star inside it, the handle made of white wings.

Toshiro noticed that this form seemed to draw on Goofy's power, though what exactly that did for Sora he wasn't sure.

"Wow!" Donald gaped, amazed.

"Two Keyblades!" Goofy was gaping as well.

"Is that uncommon?" Toshiro questioned.

The animals nodded quickly before they turned back to the smiling fairies.

"This journey's gonna be twice as difficult as your last." The blue fairy stated, giggling as Sora slumped his shoulders.

"Your garments also have other powers, but you will have to discover what they are as you continue along your journey."

"Okay. I'll do my best." Sora stood straight, Keyblades at his sides. "Oh, what about how the Keyblade changes when Captain Hitsugaya touches it?"

"Pardon?"

Sora held the Kingdom Key out to Toshiro, his form cutting off and returning him to the single Keyblade with black clothes. The Soul Reaper followed along and held his hand to the Keyblade for a brief second before letting go. Sora now held Frozen Heavens in his hands and showed it to the fairies.

"See? When he touches the Keyblade, it changes." He explained.

"My, that is different." The red fairy mused. "We met a Soul Reaper before but he never had the chance to meet a Keybearer. We're not exactly sure how such a thing is possible."

"You should probably ask Yen Sid." Toshiro offered.

"Oh, by the way, Master Yen Sid has something else for you." The green fairy piped up.

"Oh boy!" Donald quacked, turning to Goofy, who smiled back in return.

"Thanks a lot!" Sora said to the fairies and left behind Donald and Goofy. Toshiro lingered a bit before heading out after them.

Back in the office they found Yen Sid standing at the window. Upon noticing them enter he gestured for them to approach, looking back out the window. There, a bright orange and yellow ship rose to window height, hovering a little ways away from the tower due to its size.

"Hey! It's the Gummi Ship!" Donald quacked excitedly and raced over with his companions, Toshiro preferring to walk over while examining the craft. He'd seen planes before…from a distance, and the ship did somewhat resemble one, albeit with very bright colors. Still, he had doubts about its ability to fly through space.

Well, the other three had done so already and were still alive and well, so he could assume it was safe.

"So, you guys ready to go?" Sora asked them all. Donald and Goofy nodded in return while Toshiro just shrugged, truthfully still unsure about the ship.

The trio jumped to attention in front of Yen Sid, startling Toshiro with the suddenness of it.

"Now, now. Just a moment." Yen Sid stopped them before they could bow. The trio relaxed their stance. "Because of your previous endeavors, the worlds have returned to their original states. That means the pathways between them have disappeared."

"You need pathways to travel through space?" Toshiro questioned.

"You do if you don't want to get lost." Sora replied. "And there's also only one way to get into a world. Otherwise it's blocked off."

"Precisely." Yen Sid nodded. "Now, if what the King suspected proves true, the worlds have prepared new pathways along which you may travel. These pathways may be utilized by unlocking special gates."

Sora glanced at his animal companions, even glancing briefly at Toshiro only to see the white haired Captain listening intently to the wizard.

"How these gates are opened, I'm afraid I do not know." Yen Sid continued, also glancing briefly at Toshiro. He only knew how to open one gate, and it was one that would take a lot of effort and teamwork. "However, the Keyblade will serve as your guide. When a beam of light radiates from the Keyblade, return to the Gummi Ship. Though the worlds may seem far apart and out of reach, they nonetheless remain connected by invisible ties. As do our hearts."

'Invisible ties to our hearts, eh?' Toshiro mused. 'Perhaps he has a point. During that time when Rukia Kuchiki was torn from our memories, we still held connections to those we thought we didn't know.'

'Just like how you still saw Ichigo Kurosaki as an ally when in your mind you were certain you'd never met him.' Hyorinmaru agreed.

"Got it!" Sora's voice brought him back to reality and Toshiro realized he'd missed part of the conversation, though very little.

"But be warned." Yen Sid's voice grew dark. "As you proceed, the Heartless and Nobodies will be using their own paths: corridors of darkness, to travel from world to world."

Toshiro briefly remembered the portals Axel used to get around, and how both creatures tended to appear out of shadows and nothing.

"They may be attempting to link these dark pathways to the gates between the worlds."

"Hey, that's not fair!" Donald scowled, planting a fist in his other hand…wing…whatever.

Yen Sid smiled briefly.

"Now then, that is all the information I can give you. Go forth, everyone is waiting."

The four all nodded and bowed

"We sure do appreciate the help." Goofy said and saluted, Donald close behind with Sora following along. Toshiro stuck with the bow as that was how he offered his respect to elders.

With that, they were off, back down the strange stairs and out of the tower. Pete was nowhere to be seen, thankfully, and the trio led Toshiro towards their ship.

"By the way, the Gummi Ship is kinda particular." Sora warned, though with a grin on his face.

Toshiro raised an eyebrow at him.

"See, you can't be all serious faced the whole time."

"Yeah, you've gotta have a smile on your face." Donald pitched in, Goofy nodding behind him.

"You're kidding, right?" Toshiro's brow twitched.

"Come on; give us your best smile."

"…No."

Donald put his wings on his hips.

"Well, you're gonna slow us down. Think of something happy and get that smile on or this journey will take ages!"

'I'm going to hate this trip.' Toshiro growled, scowling when he heard Hyorinmaru laugh.

He, I remember in the first Kingdom Hearts when Sora gives that smile...of course, Toshiro wouldn't be caught dead doing that. Still, it had to be said XD Time to head for Hollow Bastion! Enjoy!

Hado #4: Byakurai.

"Zanpakuto speaking"

'Zanpakuto thinking'

"Character talking"

'Character thinking

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH OR HELLSING/HELLSING ULTIMATE.

Chapter 2: A asauchi like no other

"Can you let me go now?!" Ichigo yelled. He was still bounded by kido when he came back to the real world.

"Boss!" Tessai yelled from the bottom of the shaft "It seems as though Kurosaki-san is finished. Should I let him go?" asked Tessai looking up the shaft. The longer he took to release Ichigo the more and more annoyed Ichigo became. "Boss! You there?" Tessai yelled/asked again. This time however he got his reply. In a very jovial and childish manner, Kisuke replied.

"Oh ho sorry about that Tessai did you say something?"

"yes sir, Kurosaki-san seems to be finished and wish to be let go. I'm just checking with you to see if he is actually finished." Tessai replied.

"Finished you say? That is wonderful! by all means, let him go let him go." Urahara said while hiding his face behind his paper fan. With the okay to let Ichigo go Tessai released the Kido and Ichigo's arms came free. He stood up stretched his arms a bit and started twisting his upper body to get a better feeling for it. As he is twisting you can hear the sounds of his joints snapping back into place and a look of pure pleasure spread across Ichigo's face before it immediately was replaced with an annoyed one. He looks over at Tessai and yelled at him.

"Why the hell did you add more kido to the bindings?!" Ichigo asked angrily. To which Tessai replied in a calm deep voice.

"You were turning into a hollow," Tessai said with his arms folded. Ichigo froze and stared at Tessai wide-eyed. "The Bakudou 99, Part One wasn't enough to hold you. You started to break through it when the mask started to form around your face. The boss had even gotten out his sword just in case and I was about to add the final part of Bakudou 99, Part two however before I could the mask shattered and you came back." Ichigo then raised his hand and touched his face as though he couldn't believe he was turning into a hollow. he was brought out of his thought by kisuke's voice.

"Do you plan on sleeping in that shaft Kurosaki-Kun or are you going to use the spare room I have prepared for you?" said Kisuke while holding his closed fan at the side of his mouth.

"And how am I supposed to get out of here? There isn't exactly a ladder!" shouting Ichigo.

"You're smart you'll figure it out" and with that Kisuke left. Ichigo started racking his brain on how to come out of the shaft. He couldn't climb out due to his arms being too sore from being bound behind his back for three days. Tessai had already climbed out and didn't even bother to take Ichigo with him. Ichigo for his part was beginning to get annoyed before he could yell out in frustration he heard Alucard's voice

"Clam down master. Just add reaistu to your legs and jump," said Alucard in a deep somewhat bored voice.

"Thanks, Alucard," replied Ichigo. He then got into position, bent his knees slightly, closed his eyes and started focusing reaistu to his legs. His eyes shot open and he jumped into the air. If there is one thing everyone knows about Ichigo is that his reaistu control sucks, so when he was focusing reaistu into his legs he, of course, puts way too much into it. As his legs left the ground Ichigo went sailing out of the shaft and instead of landing on the outside of the shaft. Ichigo found himself plastered on the wall of the underground training ground.

"Uuuhhhh" Ichigo groaned as he fell off the wall and landed on the ground. At a corner or the training ground Kiskue, Jinta and Ururu and laughing while Tessai is sprinting towards Ichigo to make sure he is okay. The last thing Ichigo heard before passing out was Alucard's laughing inside his inner world.

*NEXT DAY*

Inside a room inside Urahara's shop laid an unconscious Ichigo. He had been unconscious for 24 hours now, Kisuke was worried that something seriously was wrong but Tessai simply said that there was no serious damage done to him and the only reason he is out for this long is that he hasn't slept in three days. The room wasn't all that big but at the same time, it was not small. It had a single bed in the middle in which Ichigo was now occupying. A nightstand next to the bed with a glass of water on it. There was one window to the right of the bed and that was it.

"uhhhh" Ichigo groaned as he opened his eyes. "What hit me?" he said as he sat up from the bed.

"Well technically you hit the wall sooooo..." said Alucard from inside Ichigo's inner world.

"Don't be a smart ass Alucard?" said Ichigo not even annoyed or angry, it hurt too much to eve be annoyed.

"You don't have to speak aloud to talk to me you know. Just think what you want to say and I'll hear it," replied Alucard.

'hmmm did not know that' thought Ichigo.

"Well now you do and now people won't think your crazy talking to yourself." sais said Alucard in a bored voice "And do not forget to ask that shopkeeper for an Asauchi." reminded Alucard.

'I won't don't worry' replied Ichigo as he got up and headed out of the room and into the hallway. He started walking towards the front of the shop only to find no one there.

"Must be in the training ground? " he said to himself. He then proceeded to the trap door which leads to the training ground. On his way there he saw an apple and decided to take it because he was starving. he began to climb down the ladder and slowly while eating his apple. It took him about 5 minutes to finally reach the bottom when he got there he saw Kiskue was holding a black cat in his arms while looking at him. The strangest thing was the cat looking at him as well. Following his every movement.

"Good to see you back in uniform Ichigo," said Kisuke while stroking the cat. Ichigo for his part was confused what he meant by that until he looked at what he was wearing. Gone were his jeans and t-shirt it had been replaced by a black Shihakusho. It had been the first time Ichigo looked at himself since he came out of his inner world so he never noticed he was once again wearing his soul reaper uniform.

"Thanks, I didn't notice I had this on," said Ichigo as he continued to examine him self checking for any more surprises. there wasn't anymore, or at least so he thought.

"Kurosaki-Kun" Kisuke spoke bringing Ichigo out of his thoughts. "Are you wearing contacts?" Ichigo looked at Kisuke for a few minutes wondering what in the world is Kisuke talking about now. First, he has a cat now he is asking about contact lens It was all strange to Ichigo. He wondered for a few more minutes before answering Kisuke.

"No... no, I don't...why?" Ichigo asked. although he already had a pretty good idea why kisuke asked but he didn't want to believe it.

"I asked because your eyes are no longer brown, they are red...it's quite scary, to be honest," replied Kisuke while hugging the cat like a scared child clutching on to their teddy bear when frightened.

"Wa-what? That's not even possible... right?" Ichigo asked. Ichigo saw Kisuke reach behind him and pulled out a small hand mirror and handed it to Ichigo. When looked into the mirror he saw he had blood red eyes just like Alucard.

'Is this suppose to happen Alucard?'

"Yes master, it is. I will explain all of it later," replied Alucard. Ichigo calmed down a bit now that he knows its from his zanpakuto.

"Ummm my zanpakuto said that it was supposed to happen," Ichigo said with a shrug. Kisuke looked intrigued by this but before he could ask about it Ichigo called him.

"Hey Kisuke," Ichigo said getting Kisuke's attention, "My zanpakuto told me to ask you for an asauchi," said Ichigo. When Urahara heard that he got a goofy grin on his face while for some reason the cat had a pissed off look on its face. Kisuke held the cat and his cane in one hand and with the other he snapped open his paper fan and hid the majority of his face behind it before he spoke.

"Why of course Kurosaki-Kun! Anything for my darling apprentice" said Kisuke in a childish manner. "Tessai!" he yelled and in a manner of seconds, Tessai arrived standing like a soldier saluting Kisuke.

"You called boss?" Tessai asked.

"Yes I did, can you please give Kurosaki-Kun here and asauchi!" said Kisuke while pointing to Ichigo

"Right away sir!" Tessai said before he disappeared leaving a dust trail behind him. Ichigo just stood there watching the whole interaction not knowing if he should be embarrassed he knew these people or worried that this was actually normal for him after all his dad was a nut-case in his opinion. Ichigo, Kisuke and the cat just stood there in silence for about five minutes until Tessai returned with a normal looking katana inside a sheath. It was black with a green handle with a purple diamonds going down the side. Ichigo took it and began speaking with Alucard.

'Okay Alucard, I have the asauchi what now?' Ichigo asked.

"Now you need to do what you did back in the shaft. Sit down in the meditation position and place the asauchi on your lap," said Alucard. and Ichigo did just that and waited for further instructions.

"Good now I want you to pour your reaistu into the asauchi I will do the rest," spoke Alucard. Ichigo started to pour his reaistu into the asauchi as Alucard said, he did this until Alucard spoke again.

"Okay, You can stop now master it is done." as Alucard said that Ichigo opened his eyes he looked into the on his lab to marvel at what he saw.

Laying on his lap was the most deadly looking katana he as ever saw while at the same time it was the most beautiful one as well. It was the size of a normal katana, the blade was 26 inches long and carry a slight curve. there was no shine or sparkle coming from the blade, it seems to absorb the light instead of reflecting it. Both the metallic sheath and blade of the katana are black, with flecks of red like blood staining the steel giving it a deadly look. Tied at the top of the sheath is a black cord to be tied around the waist of the wielder. It has a rectangular tsuba which was black in color with red trim around the edges. The handle of the blade is red with a black diamond pattern doing down the handle giving it an elegant look. (see current profile picture to see what the zanpakuto looks like)

"Woah" was all Ichigo could say to describe his stared at his zanpakuto for a few minutes admiring the beauty and design of the blade and sheath. After he finishes admiring the zanpakuto he decided it was time to find Kisuke to finish his training. Ichigo looked around him trying to find Kisuke only to see kisuke and the cat which was now no longer in Kisuke's arms. Both Kisuke and the cat was walking towards Ichigo.

* a Few moments earlier with kisuke*

A distance away from where Ichigo was is Kisuke Urahara who no longer had a cat in his hand. The cat was standing on the floor next to him looking at Ichigo. Kisuke had decided to move away a bit just to be safe because Ichigo tends to lack control.

"Did you teach him to do the jinzen?" asked a deep masculine voice that came from the cat.

"No, it appears his zanpakuto spirit did or at least is guiding him through it," said Kisuke while tilting his hat a bit to the front and gone was the childish antics, it was replaced with a serious no-nonsense attitude.

"More importantly...Why the hell didn't you give the boy an asauchi to go into the shattered shaft, to begin with!" the cat yelled angrily at kisuke. Kisuke startled by the outburst and scared for his life began to explain himself in hope of claiming the cat down.

"ahh calm down Yoruichi, calm down I had my reasons and as you know I never do anything without reason," said Kisuke feeling quite proud of himself for that.

"Well? what is your reason?" ask the cat now named Yoruichi.

"I can't tell you." a tick mark formed on Yoruichi's forehead and she was about to launch herself at kisuke but before she got he began speaking again in his more serious voice. "I can't tell you because it is not my story to tell," Kisuke said. Yoruichi made a mental note to find out what is so special about Ichigo Kurosaki.

"Look his zanpakuto is forming" Kisuke pointed out. The sword on Ichigo's lap began to glow bright blue as it encases itself in a small dome blocking anyone from seeing inside. when the light finally died down both Yoruichi and Kisuke watched as Ichigo's sealed zanpakuto came into view. When they saw what it looked like both of them were speechless.

"I have never seen a sealed zanpakuto look like that Kisuke. Have you?" Yoruichi asks while looking up at Kisuke.

"No I can't say I have ever seen a soul reapers sealed zanpakuto like that Yoruichi, but then again..." kisuke said and took a pause to open his fan and place it in front of his face before he spoke again. "Ichigo is anything but a normal soul reaper." Kisuke finished with a chuckle. this only made Yoruichi's curiosity increase further. However, she placed her curiosity about Ichigo aside for now, because there was something else that she needed to ask kisuke.

"Putting the appearance of his zanpakuto aside, do you sense it?" asked Yoruichi

"If you are talking about the amount of bloodlust surrounding that blade then yes I do," said Kisuke while studying Ichigo. 'Just what type of zanpakuto you have there Ichigo' wondered Urahara.

"Let's go seems as though he is done," said kisuke as he began walking towards Ichigo.

*Present time with Ichigo*

Ichigo stood up tied the sash around his waist so the zanpakuto now hanging from the left side of his waist. He then looked right at Kisuke and spoke.

"So Urahara, what's next?" asked Ichigo looking ready for whatever Kisuke has to throw at him. Kisuke just grinned and said "I'm glad you asked," said Kisuke in his usual childlike tone, but the time it sends a shiver up Ichigo's spine.

"Your third task is to knock this hat off my head," said Kisuke while pointing to the hat.

"that's it?" asked Ichigo " fine then all I need is five minutes," he said while placing his right hand on his zanpakuto getting ready to draw.

"That's the spirit Kurosaki-Kun," kisuke said in his fun childlike voice " however if you don't take this seriously I will kill you" finished kisuke in a deep and deadly voice. With that said he held up his cane and pulled it apart leaving him holding the handle of his cane and rest is replaced with the blade of a sword of some kind. Kisuke then looks at Ichigo and said: "Here I come." With that, both charged towards each other.

**CHAPTER END**

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The entire Bleach story retold from the point of the shattered shaft. Instead of Zangestsu, Ichigo has Alucard as his zanpakuto. Plan on going all the way through the thousand year blood war arc as well. This will be an IchigoxIsane fanfiction. Godlike Ichigo but believable at the same time.  

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Adam proudly showed off his car and Abby felt her heart burst. Too cute! How was she supposed to handle a cuteness attack of this level?
Katie mock whispered, "He shows it to everyone he likes."
It was official. She melted into a puddle of sentimental goo. Her nephew liked her right off the bat! He was very trusting considering his mother barely told him they were family, which proved he was a happy and well-adjusted kid.
What kind of childhood did he have living out here in the middle of nowhere? Katie had obviously commissioned that toy for him but what about his other toys? Were there any picture books? What sorts of things did little kids even do in this world in the absence of a playground?
"Who made it for you?" Abby asked, gesturing to the car.
Katie was a bit embarrassed. "Ah, I got one of the carpenters who moved here from Rowenhilde to do it. He made a few others toys like this for him and other kids started wanting them too so now there are wooden cars all over town. We even started selling them in bulk to the merchants who pass through here after one of them bought one on a whim for his grandson."
Wow. Such a small thing ended up widespread because she wanted something familiar for her son to play with. Abby couldn't help but wonder exactly how much influence her sister had managed to have on this world by accident.
She was very curious about Katie's life here and wanted to know more. Seeming to sense this, Katie excused them (Al and Blaise were still deep in discussion) and showed her around the house.
In addition to a modern bathroom, there was also a fairly modern kitchen. There wasn't a microwave or a proper fridge but Katie explained that there was an ice box of sorts in the cellar outside for keeping things cold.
Adam had a few more familiar toys as well. His wooden car wasn't the only vehicle he had. There was also a wagon pulled by a wooden horse and a rudimentary truck. He had a teddy bear too; stuffed animals did exist here though bears weren't the most popular. Most children had stuffed rabbits for some reason.
There were also wooden blocks to build towers and bridges with. Everything else appeared to be carvings of various animals found in the mountains, such as deer.
"You guys use a lot of wood, don't you?" Abby asked dryly.
Katie shrugged. "We're surrounded by trees; lumber is one of our best resources. Wait until you see the wooden playground I convinced someone to build! All the kids in town love it."
She was fairly certain she knew what kind of playground her sister was talking about. When they were younger, they visited a historical park where the playground was almost entirely made of wood and shaped a bit like a castle. They used rubber and plastic a little bit for slides and rope courses but that was it.
Her sister wasn't the most creative person in the world by any means but she was full of a lot of random knowledge. Getting other more talented people to act on that knowledge had yielded quite the results and she had hardly seen anything yet.
"What other things have you convinced people to make for you?" Abby asked in awe.
It was a lot more than expected. Katie told her how this started when she was still back in the palace because she wanted sweaters and fuzzy pajama pants to get through the winter. While she was still there, she also commissioned a hat loom to be made so she could crochet.
Abby already knew that because of the novel, as well as the attempts at pizza and hamburgers. What she didn't know was everything that happened after coming to the Kanta region.
Since coming here Katie had worked together with a variety of people to create street lamps, light bulbs, a hydroelectric generator, children's toys, swing sets, different types of handy kitchen utensils such as oven mitts, and more. She even managed to improve on the makeshift snow clothes she had made back in the palace.
She also created the concept of a public library and recruited a few talented minds to help her create fun little picture books for children. The children's books that existed here were almost entirely of the educational variety, aside from a few traditional stories that were meant for older children to read on their own.
When she realized she was pregnant not long after moving here, Katie refused to let her child live in a world without age-appropriate fiction. She found a few people who were good at drawing to turn traditional oral children's stories into book form.
Under her guidance—apparently she had read a ton of Wikipedia articles about the history of crayons, colored pencils, and markers out of boredom while laid up in bed several years ago—a few innovators had managed to recreate those as well.
The first books made solely for the Kanta were painted or colored in with markers or crayons. but once they began mass producing them and had to use a printing press they were all too bulky. Once the traders found out about these books and wanted some for their own children, the business grew. 
There was now a full printing press/publishing office set up in town. They used engraving plates to mass produce illustrations and had to use colored pencils to color everything in by hand because they were the thinnest tool available. 
Katie confided that the Kanta became much more involved with the outside world largely because they needed to trade for materials to help recreate things from home but that it had ended up benefiting everyone involved. Unbelievable. An entire economy set up because of the desire for some kids' books.
Abby was astounded by how much she had accomplished in such a short time. A mind like hers had been wasted back in their world.
She majored in political science because it was one of the shorter programs and her health made taking on more than twelve credits per semester difficult. She had no idea what she wanted to actually do with her life and ended up taking the first part-time job she could find post-graduation.
A benefit of working in a school is that you have a lot of time off. Three day weekends, spring break, Christmas break, summers… Katie admitted that she went with that job in no small part because of all the time off for doctors' appointments, physical therapy, and plain old recovering from exhaustion.
Her time was entirely consumed by going to work, going to the doctor, and consuming as much media as possible. Because she was a curious soul, instead of wasting all of her time on Netflix like some people she primarily focused on nonfiction.
Her memory for details was incredible. There was no way Abby would have been able to remember enough about random things like crayons and markers enough to actually make one later.

Katie Pullman, a chronically ill girl who spends her life immersed in fiction, suddenly finds herself inside a novel she has read. Thrown right into the thick of things, she desperately tries to keep the plot intact but happy endings aren't always as they seem...

Les gens peuvent se dire que j'ai une vie de rêve à cause de la richesse dans laquelle je vis…. Ahah, je vous ris au nez. Quelle idée. C'est l'enfer ici. Personne n'aurait voulu être à ma place. Reniée et traitée comme une chienne. Ne connaissant personne. N'ayant plus rien. Ma mère est morte. Mon père est un lâche, ne m'assumant pas. Tout va mal pour moi. La seule bonne chose de ma vie, c'est ma dague. Quand j'avais 5 ans, j'ai fait toute une crise car je me sentais seule. Je voulais ma mère ou quelque chose qui y ressemble. Pour me calmer, un garde m'a donné une dague au hasard en me disant que ça appartenait à ma mère. Je ne suis pas idiote, je sais bien que c'est faux mais le fait qu'il m'ait offert quelque chose, même à contre cœur, qui ne soit pas de la nourriture pourrie, m'aide à ne pas craquer. On dirait que son pouvoir ne marche plus, hein ? J'en ai marre, j'en peux plus. Je préférerais mourir que d'être ici. Ce qui va se passer prochainement m'agace au plus haut point, je ne peux pas le supporter. Ils ont prévu de me marier au prince héritier (que je n'ai jamais vu de ma vie) pour préserver les gènes. Ils m'ont bien précisé de ne m'attendre à aucun pouvoir politique. Génial…. Pauvres débiles, dès que vous me sortirez de ma prison pour aller me présenter au prince héritier, je m'échapperai. J'ai juste à attendre… Encore. 

Je suis dans le carrosse… J'ai juste à attendre encore 2 petites minutes, le temps que ce véhicule passe la porte du château...….. Encore… un tout petit peu…. Okay, c'est parti! Je sors du carrosse à toute vitesse, surprenant les bonnes et les gardes. Je fonce vers la falaise qui est à une bonne centaine de mètres. Les gardes me suivent de près en criant "Arrête toi salope!!" comme si ça allait me faire changer d'avis.. J'arrive à 3 mètres de la falaise et je souris.. Pour peut être la première fois de ma vie, je souris. J'ai de l'espoir. L'espoir de pouvoir enfin mourir… Enfin. Je me retourne pour voir les gardes s'approcher tout doucement de moi en me chuchotant presque de revenir doucement par ici. Je souris en les fixant de mes grands yeux bleu-gris puis sans regret et sans attendre, je me laisse tomber de la falaise. Enfin, je… meurs… mais mon cœur bat à 100 à l'heure… 

….. Je suis pas morte. Argh. Je sens la douleur parcourir mon corps et mes muscles se tordre de douleur. Je tousse et mes poumons en payent le prix. Mais je n'arrive pas à ouvrir les yeux… Je sens une chaleur sur mes lèvres.... Eurgh, non… Ils m'ont retrouvée et essayent de me sauver pour après me torturer ?! Ou alors ils vont violer mon corps inerte ?! Putain, les salauds….. Je savais que ma vie pouvait être pire qu'elle ne l'était déjà… J'ai plus qu'à sauter d'une falaise encore une fois… Je sens mon esprit retomber dans l'insconcience…. J'espère… Mourir dans mon sommeil..

….. Toujours pas. Je savais que le Dieu était contre moi. Je ne peux jamais rien faire. Je ne peux même pas mourir en paix !!... Je soupire de désespoir en ouvrant TRÈS difficilement les yeux. Ce que je vis me surprit tellement que j'en clignais des yeux plusieurs fois. Ça tangue…. Et l'odeur et le bruit de la mer… Je suis sur un bateau ?.. C'est pas vrai, un marchand d'esclaves, je parie ! Je soupire une nouvelle fois avant de me redresser en grimaçant de douleur. Je suis dans un lit…. De qualité (drap en soie, couette en laine).... Ouh la. Je suis où ? J'entends des voix mais je ne les distingue pas.. Je ne connais aucune de ces voix. Putain, je suis où..? J'enlève ma couette et je vois que… J'ai été changée ? La robe de première qualité (avec pleins de froufrous et de ceinturons qui serrent) que m'avaient choisi les bonnes s'est changé en simple nuisette blanche.... Et sans sous-vêtements en plus ? Je me sens pas bien.. J'ai mal à la tête. On m'a violé puis c'était tellement bien que le mec a voulu me prendre pour épouse ?... J'en ai marre. Je comprends rien… Soudainement, me faisant sursauter, la porte s'ouvre sur un homme… Cheveux mi-longs noirs, yeux verts émeraude… Mais le plus choquant… C'est….C'est….UN PIRATE !!! Putain, j'ai vraiment pas de chances !!! Il a fallu que je tombe sur Cap'taine Crochet en personne… Je pâlis avant de soupirer une nouvelle fois en le regardant dans les yeux. 

Moi_ Je vais mourir ? S'il vous plaît, faîtes vite. 
Crochet_ Quoi ? Pourquoi je te tuerais après t'avoir sauvée ?
Moi_ Pourquoi m'avez-vous sauvée ? 
Crochet_ J'en avais envie. Et ton visage est plutôt beau. Tu ne voulais pas que je te sauves ?
Moi_ Non. 
Crochet_ T'as des yeux vides… 
Moi_ Vides ? 
Crochet_ Tu as l'air insensible.
Moi_ Merci. 
Crochet_ Ce n'est pas un compliment. Bref, lève toi et viens manger. 
Moi_ Je préfèrerais mourir de faim. 

Il ne m'écouta même pas et me prit le poignet pour me sortir de la salle. Je me laisse faire, c'est pas comme si j'avais la force de résister contre un pirate. D'ailleurs, il est plutôt bizarre.. Il ne m'a même pas demandé mon nom et ne m'a pas demandé pourquoi je voulais mourir… Je le regarde fixement, plutôt intéressée. Il me guidait à travers des couloirs en bois, des trappes et des échelles pour aller sur le pont. Je vois toutes sortes de pirates me regarder fixement ou me siffler mais je m'en fous complètement. On entre dans une salle qui est sûrement la salle à manger VIP. Ouais, VIP, parce qu'il n'y a que 7 places dont 2 vides. Sûrement pour moi et Cap'taine Crochet. J'avais raison, il me force à m'asseoir sur une chaise tandis qu'il s'asseyait près de moi. Les 5 personnes dans la salle me fixait silencieusement, coupant court à leur conversation. 

Crochet_ Hey, les gars. Voici la rescapée !.... Heu, c'est quoi ton nom ?
Moi_ ..... Mary. 

Je ne peux pas leur donner mon vrai nom. Si par pur hasard ils en viennent à en connaître sur moi, ils me vendrait au palais. Je les regarde fixement, les défiant du regard. Avec un peu de chance, s'ils me trouvent provocante, ils me tueront. 

Pirate1_ Elle a un mauvais regard. 
Pirate2_ Elle est super courageuse ! 
Pirate3_ Pourquoi elle flippe pas ? 
Moi_ Sinon quoi ? Vous allez me tuer ? Faites donc. 
Pirates1et2_ Mais !! T'vois comment elle parle ?!! Pourquoi tu la tues pas ?! 
Crochet_ Hum… Elle fait exprès, elle voulait mourir. Elle a sûrement tenté de se suicider. Puis pourquoi gâcher un si beau visage~ ? (en attrapant mon menton) 

Pauvre obsédé. 

Crochet_ Puis elle est intéressante, elle pourra nous être utile pour intégrer la capitale. 

Je me fige. La capitale ?.... Genre le château, la Cour etc ?... Putain, ils me connaissent tous là bas… Ils me dénonceront. 

Moi_ Il est hors de question que je pose encore un pied à la Capitale. 
Pirate1_ Ton avis ne compte pas. Mais dis moi… Madame ne serait pas une noble ? La façon de parler. Ses manières. Noble à 100%. Pourquoi une noble voudrait se suicider. 

Je fronce les sourcils en la regardant fixement. Oui, car c'était une fille, elle, une rousse. Les autres, c'était des hommes, un blond et un brun. Comme on dit, les femmes sont plus perspicaces, hein ? Je reste silencieuse en la défiant du regard. 

Crochet_ C'est vrai, je me disais bien qu'elle était étrangement très polie en étant hyper franche en même temps. 
Moi_ (détourne le regard en haussant les épaules) Pensez ce qui vous plaît. Je ne pense pas avoir à devoir vous donner mon identité précise. Vous ne me connaîtriez pas de toute façon. 
Blond_ Haha~! Mais je connais tous les nobles aux cheveux argentés, des enfants illégitimes du roi aux petits nobles de campagne, ma petite Mary~. D'ailleurs, il n'existe aucune noble argentée nommée Mary, menteuse. En tout cas, pas de ton âge. 

Tch… Il bluffe à coup sur mais mon cœur a raté un battement en entendant "enfants illégitimes". Il l'a sûrement remarqué car il me regarde malicieusement. Je soupire. 

Moi_ Je m'appelle Cassandra. {#mensonge} 
Blond_ Okay, moi, je dis : vendons-la au château !! On va se faire une de ces tunes ! 
Crochet_ Quoi ? Pourquoi ? Qui est-elle ? 
Blond_ QUOI ?! Mais ils en parlaient partout aux infos, imbécile ! C'est la fille de la duchesse qui s'est enfuie !
Crochet_ Une fille de la cour, donc… 
Rousse_ Pourquoi tu veux te suicider alors que tu es bientôt la duchesse !? 

Oula… De quoi parlent-ils ? Moi ? Duchesse ? … Ils doivent me confondre mais bon, moi ça me va s'ils confondent. Quelle belle bande d'imbéciles. 

Moi_….?....... Heu… parce que que je suis bientôt la duchesse, peut-être ? Vous ne comprendriez pas même si je vous le disais. Je ne vous connais même pas. 
Blond_ Je suis Hayes! 
Brun_ Je suis Ren..
Rousse_ Tch… Kelly.
Crochet_ Et moi…. T'as pas besoin de savoir. 
Moi_ Donc tu seras Capitaine Crochet à vie. C'est à toi de voir. 
Blond_ Oh , bien trouvé ! 
Crochet_ (roule des yeux en ricanant) Apparemment. 

Il me frustre, le Crochet.

Durant toute ma vie, je n'ai rien fait. Je n'ai fait qu'obéir aux ordres qu'on me donnait. Ou faire ce qu'il semblait bien pour les autres. J'étais tellement naïve… Naïve… J’ai découvert un tout autre monde maintenant. Et je sais que ma place est parmi eux. Avec lui.. Vous voulez connaître mon histoire ? Ce sera long à raconter mais je ferai de mon mieux~. 

Lisez le prologue ?

The boy that fell had black hair and black eyes with a straw hat.

"Monkey D. Luffy! Oh my god!"

"Huh!?"

Jason started to lose it, 'why did I say it, shit'. Jason looked at him and tried his best to think of something.

"I heard your name from a vendor my name is... Raimon but you can call me rai"

"Oh! Hi rai!"

"Luffy who is that!?"

Raiden looked back and saw a small Ace and a small Sabo. 'They're all in chibi form'. 

"He's from the village his name is Rai"

"Do you want to come to our base"(Ace)

"Yeah I'll come"

As they walked to the treehouseRai noticed that they all had bandages on them, Luffy having the most.

"Did you guys fight pirates or something"

"Porchemy"(Sabo)

"This is it!"(Ace)

They started climbing the very large tree. Rai didn't know how he was gonna climb it but he was gonna try. As rai gripped the tree he noticed that his body was much lighter. Rai jumped as he climbed the tree and was very impressed by himself. The treehouse looked like a barrel with square holes, a very worn down barrel. It was made by patches it was pretty impressive.

"How do you like our place"

"It's cool"

Rai looked around and found a mirror, 'Finally'. Rai looked at himself he had nice brown curly hair, green eyes and most importantly a kid's physique.

"Luffy!!!" 

They all looked down together at the two men, one being tall and a bit buff while the other was short and skinny. The contrast was a bit goofy which made it harder to hide his emotions.

"Luffy, Ace, Sabo! you need to come down! "   (Magra)

"She's gonna hit you guys"(Dogra)

The trio ran down and Rai followed them. Dogra and Magra escorted them to the house. The house was very big and had a tower of some sort with a flag. Henchman in scarfs surrounded the house. Dogra opened the door with Dadan sitting down and eating at a table by herself. 

"*sigh* Everytime you guys go out you bring another kid for me to take care of"

"We didn't bring someone yesterday or the day before"(Sabo)

Rai already knew how to act with this family, he had to be friendly and eat a lot and that came naturally for him. It was time to sleep so the kids went to the hammocks. Inconveniently the hammocks were close to each other. Sabo's foot was stuck on his face it was terrible trying to sleep so Rai didn't. Rai got out of the hammock and started to do push ups.

"1,2,3,4,5..."

Rai stopped at thirty which was way more than what he could do in his past life. The feeling of having a body that listened to him made him feel amazing. Rai started to do some yoga poses, something he would have never done in the past. His body was getting sore but he couldn't end it yet he had to get some squats in. Rai sat down at one of the columns that held up the hammocks in the basement. Before he knew it he fell sound asleep.

[Next day]

*Boom* Rai woke up to the sound of a crash, he looked around only to realize the trio was gone. 

"Oh shit!"

Rai ran upstairs and headed straight for the dining table. He took three of the abnormally large chicken legs from Luffy and a big chicken breast from Sabo. Rai ran outside as the two chased him while Ace ate the rest of the food. Rai ate as he ran and looked at Sabo.

"Why are you running after me you eat all the time aren't you a noble" .Sabo stopped instantly.

"How do you know that!?"

"Look at your clothes"

Sabo smirked as he held his head down.

"Why didn't you tell us!?"(Luffy)

"I was afraid"(Sabo)

"Don't be. Just because you're a noble doesn't mean you're not family"(Rai)

"He's right"(Ace)

Sabo cried uncontrollably with Luffy comforting him.

[ Two hours later ]

Rai was doing pull ups with a tre branch with his tan brown skin covered in sweat. His skin glowed as if it was reflecting the light of the sun. The One piece world was extra humid, a matter of fact the one piece world was Extra everything. The three were play ing around and spareing.

"Hey guys who wants to steal some cash"

"Last time we did that Luffy was beat senseless"(Sabo)

"How about this time we dont rob pirates that are more than double our size but we rob rich people and have masks on to hide our identity"

"I'm in"(Ace)

"Me too"(luffy, sabo)

Rai cut some clothes and made masks. Everyone put on a plain black shirt and black pants to match their mask so they could hide well. They slipped into Edge town which was the best route. The four stopped at an alley and lay weighted. A blonde man with a suit and a bow tie walked by with a suit case. Sabo jumped on him while Ace knocked him out. Rai stole the man's hat, belt and suitcase and ran off back to Foosha village.

Before they went to the pawnshop Rai checked the brief case.

"Guys check this out". They all looked in the briefcase and their eyes were filled with dollar signs.

On a chilly night, at about 8:20pm... Kaeseolin was calmly having a fun night out with her friends, Anjellika and Beulodi. Kaeseolin was a short figure, with the size of a C - Cup chest, she was rather flat. She was the height of 156cm... she wore a lavender dress above her knees, with her long hair straight, combed and all of it pinned behind her ears. She wore white heels and a white purse carried in her right hand. Kaeseolin and Anjkellika ordered some drinks for themeselves and sat in the quietest corner of the Club; whilst waiting for Beulodi. People were laughing and singing as the music was blasting throughout the club. While Kaeseolin and Anjellika were humbly drinking their Red Wine whilst talking amongst themselves, A group of men dressed in formal suit and ties... wearing polished black shoes. All of them looked charming, but for Kaeseolin, one man really stood out for her. He had an alluring hair cut, wearing hair gel with a handsome chiselled face frame... He wore a hat... covering his eyes. The group of men were giving subtle glances at the two girls while they were talking. Finally after half an hour, Beulodi turned up. " Hey there girlies! Teheheh " Beulodi shouted sounding rather enthusiastic... Anjellika replied with a loud " AYOOO " while Kaeseolin quietly crossed her legs and replied " You finally showed your face! Was thinking you were gonna ditch us. " Beulodi gave a big goofy smile at Kaeseolin and tackled her with a big hug " Hunny! I would never ditch ya'll! You guys are my bestfriends!!! ". Kaeseolin couldn't help but give a smile so enchanting to Beulodi and Anjellika and they all had a group hug. The Mysterious man that caught Kaeseolin's eye gave a quick glance watching her smile shine so bright...he couldn't help but smile as well. Then cleared his throat and looked away. The three friends were smiling and laughing the night away, pouring drink after drink. After 2 hours of fun, Li Beulodi packed up and kissed the girls on the check goodbye, another hour later and Lee Anjellika was about to go as well. The girls hugged and waved goodbye. Kim Kaeseolin cleaned up their area and was about to leave. She looked over to where the men where and noticed how it was just that dreamy guy who caught her attention earlier. Watching him drink his wine then sat in a  professionalized way of crossing his long legs... she blushed and continued cleaning her area. She picked up her bag when a stranger grabbed her by the arm, she turned around to see someone who looked rather drunk pulling her arm viciously telling her to go dance with him. She pulled away telling him " No, Im fine! " her palms started to sweat as she became a bit insecure; holding onto her purse a bit tighter... when suddenly a mysterious, dark loud voice everyone could clearly hear... " Hey, Back off. ". Everyone looked at the mysterious figure when suddenly he held the girls waiste giving a cold stare at the drunk hooligan.

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