Jamie clicked off with Fenton as she walked through the city. Feeling colder and more depressed with each block she walked. Remembering the small fishing village with a handful of people that had once stood here. So deep was she that she ran smack into a tall strawberry blonde boy's back. "Sorry." She mumbled and then moved on without even looking up, just turning the corner. At her touch Ichigo glimpsed a small village with an immense forest before an ancient palace. Flashes of faces before the contact was lost. He blinked and saw a huddled form walking away...Ichigo looked at the school and then back at the fading figure and went after the girl. He caught up with her on the next block. "Nice weather we're having, isn't it?" He said putting his hands behind his head and giving her a glance that made him blink as her eyes no....they'd been a near depressed black but now they were turning a light grey. As if ...."Hey cool contacts do they change with your mood?" Her face suddenly paled, and she went to the store window they were passing. Her eyes were changing color at a fantastic rate.... Ichigo suddenly saw a small family parents and a set of twins. One boy and the other a girl, her in fact, and then it all went dark, and he was alone. Blinking and shaking his head he saw that she had escaped him once again. How was she doing this? Had he just been standing there like an idiot or was she just that fast? He ran toward her but somehow, she was always ahead of him.... Where was she going? Looking around him he noticed where they were headed. Did she mean to go into this neighborhood? "Hey, you shouldn't go walking.... here." He finished as he'd flashed to her side. She looked up with the kind of look that would have given Unohana a run for her money. Her eyes were no longer depressed but something far worse. It was like looking into the eyes of death itself. The gang he had feared running into now started to whistle and catcall at the both of them. It was then that she cracked her knuckles and neck but what disturbed him even more than her eyes was the sudden cold smile that spread across her lovely face. "Stay calm boy I don't need to accidentally make you a casualty." The older men laughed but soon they were nothing but fallen bodies groaning and bleeding on the ground. She stretched upward as if just waking, before grabbing up the leader. Her voice more than commanding. It was soul grabbing as if it would brook no disobedience.
"From now on I own this neighborhood. Consider this my kingdom and you are all my knights. I don't care what you have to do to learn how to be knights but learn it or no one will ever find your worthless bodies and I do mean all of you. We are clear on this are we not? I shouldn't have to make it any clearer, do I?" The man wet himself as he readily agreed. She sighed and dropped the man back on the pile of victims before moving on. Ichigo hurried after her, grabbing her arm and getting a vision of a field covered with bodies a small boy's corpse laid limply on her middle as if he had crawled there....a hard slap caught him in the face.
"Stay away boy you'll live longer." She said with a growl. She walked on yet he refused to release her. "You must have been DOA sometime in your life to be this stupid. I said LET GO!" A laugh came from one of the rotting buildings crumbling roofs. "Ichigo I'm surprised at you." Captain Kenpachi Zuraki said as he jumped down from his perch. Ichigo narrowed his eyes at the reaper, this was not good. As for the yet unnamed girl he still had her, but not because he didn't want to let go it was as if he couldn't let go. He looked down at her. "I want to let go but I can't. So, it must be you." The girl opened her mouth to object and stopped. Instead, she relaxed he flinched as her hand came up to the mark she'd made. She closed her eyes and tears spilled beneath her lids. He saw another set of twins, the girls. A boy with long red hair like hers, but completely straight while the girl had midnight black wavy tresses strangely enough the boy's face reminded him of his own while the girls of Orihime's. His body suddenly went cold with sweat, and he opened his eyes not realizing he'd closed them. Jamie hadn't realized she'd been using the boy as a living map of knowledge of the town til he said he couldn't let go. When she released him he just stood there his eyes closed, she shrugged. He looked ok and was about to try sending him back to the corner she'd bumped into him when a pink haired little reaper coughed. She looked up and saw that the reaper was now all too interested in what was going on. "Thank-you mister you can leave now." Zuraki shook his head and smiled. She knew that smile had seen it when she'd made his sword long ago. She sighed. "He's completely alright I'll just call his friends to pick him up here." Zuraki laughed. "In this neighborhood? Not likely not even the cops come this far into this neighborhood." Jamie had noticed the lack of authority in the area. Her feet once again had led her to the one place she was needed most. "O. K , then I'll just have to take him home myself." That was when he took out his zenpakuto. "I don't think so. I saw what you did back there, I want you to join my squad." Jamie blinked. "What? Your squad?" Pinky flashed to her side and smiled at her. "Yes, we need more girls like you in our squad!" Jamie shook her head. "No thank-you, I'm not interested in joining any group or party." Kenpachi stood in front of her. "I...." Jamie swore and grabbed both reapers. "Shut-up!" A hungry hollow tried to swallow them but as it closed down it glowed and then disappeared into a hogiyoku. "That was close." Kenpachi blinked. He hadn't felt it at all, "What was that?" Pinky said. Jamie shook the hogiyoku and peered into it. "A hollow on the verge of becoming a true demon. I guess in a place like this it happens a lot." Pinky frowned. "But how did you know when we couldn't feel it coming and how did you defeat it?" Jamie let her body absorb the cage. "Who are you?" Kenpachi asked. Jamie snorted. It wasn't going to matter if she told them the truth. For unless you were raised by a smith or one's mate no one was allowed to remember a smith. A protection of a sort for both smith and acquaintance. "You see I'm a Soul Smith." As her words popped out of her mouth the two reapers went on the defensive. She sighed. "So much for a friendly chat I assume." She thought of the cement attacking them and it did. Smiling she let a mischievous look dance across her face. "Oh, I forgot to tell you I'm also a very skilled mage. Now pray tell me what I have done to get the two of you to react in such an unsavory manor?" Jamie played with pinkies hair. "Such a pretty girl. Do you like big, tall malts and juicy supper stack burgers and let's not forget the mile high fries like my nieces do?" Pinky's stomach growled. While Kenpachi found himself unable to move enough to remove his eye patch or his zenpakuto. Which did not go unnoticed. She tussled the girl's hair before moving to him in which he went still. For him she was something deadly cold and unfeeling. Someone he would love to fight. "Now you...you are somewhat of a disappointment. " Which took him by surprise. A disappointment? Had they met before? No..."You took too long to figure out how to use the damn specialties I placed within the weapon. Hell, you haven't even touched the heart of it. Of course, with the way you fight you hardly need it." She reached out and touched the blade. It let out a tingle to Kenpachi, a song of joy. The youth giggled. "Such an excitable blade." Kenpachi found his voice. "Why are you telling us all this?" Jamie patted the trapped reapers cheek. "Because as soon as I am no longer facing you, you won't even remember me or what we talked about. So why should I lie to you? It's not likely we'll ever meet again. Plus, it's not like I can be killed. Cursed as I am forever to wonder never to die. I've tried many ways for many centuries. Nothings worked." Kenpachi smiled. "Then you aren't certain you can't be killed by my blade." Jamie laughed. "Oh, a maker of the weapon cannot be killed by it. That's why going to war with my kind was not done often and not without some serious thought. If that wasn't enough, we have more than one form. In battle we can become dragons if need be. Makes a siege unsuccessful, rather stupid even..." She would have gone on except she smelled something even fouler. She snapped her fingers and Ichigo and the two reapers found themselves at the corner where she had bumped into the blonde-haired boy. While she herself hurried to her appointed place. The building was from the 50's from what the corner stone mentioned. The broken glass patched up with cardboard that said vacancy was where her feet stopped and where she readied herself for whatever would happen next.
Karen rubbed her neck as she felt something off.
Shouldn't have Kenpachi have made his report by now. She looked at her captain. Toshiro Hitsugya. "Yes, he should have made his report by now. But we both know where he's most likely to be at this hour and he won't have his tracker on much less his mic." Karen had to agree, but still it was now over an hour. Much longer than his usual fights lasted Toshiro sighed and closed his own report folder and got up. "Perhaps we should go maybe he's bitten more off than he can chew this time."
On arrival Karen sniffed. She couldn't place the smell, but it made her sick. "He's not here, let's go." Hitsugya saw her pale and sweating. He briefly touched her forehead and found it hot and getting hotter by the minute. He didn't hesitate and used his key to get them back to the Society. Yet when they arrived her fever and sweating had subsided. Fainting as a result, thankfully he had used the key to his office, so none would see. It was already assumed that they would be a couple, which he hated to have pointed out at every opportunity by the now very alive and healthy Captain Jushiro. Not that he himself could not see it, but to have it so bandied about made things uncomfortable for all involved. On waking on the couch, she blushed. "I'm sorry but I just felt something not just off...but...a kind of rotting. " She shook her head and sighed as she sat up and put her feet on the floor. "I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the closest I can come to in words." Toshiro eased a cup of tea into her hands. She hadn't been the same since she had witnessed the death of the angel in training Abel, and incidentally his revival due to his boss the Archangel Michael. He remembered the week that Abel had been missing from them, Yuzu had laid on her bed in a daze, not eating, drinking, or even moving other than breathing. As if the boy had stolen her soul. In fact, that had even been suggested, they had even thought about involving Mayuri. But luckily that had ended when the angel had come into the room with Ichigo after his first day of school. Yuzu had wrapped her arms around him and cried for a good hour and would have gone on if Abel's stomach hadn't released a roar even, he hadn't believed possible for a human to make. Then again Abel was the only angel he knew. "Why don't we see what Yuzu's making for tonight?" He said to take her mind off whatever she'd been thinking. She blinked and nodded. He brought her close and kissed her forehead before taking her home.
"Hey what happened? How come I don't remember anything for the last hour? And this is definitely not where I should be?" Kenpachi said as the corner light post now was facing him. Ichigo blinked. Kenpachi didn't remember any of it, but why did he? Wasn't he supposed to forget her too? His mind flashed to his own face but with long streaming blood red hair. Family. The book his father had given him, and he had yet to read would probably be the place to look for answers until he could find the yet unnamed girl again. Perhaps it would be easier as the gang now were her so called knights. But as it was, he had school and w... shit! He was too damn late for any excuses; he sighed and called his work. Getting an earful, he agreed to work the weekend that he had scheduled off to make up for the time he'd missed. Shutting it down he sighed and made for home.
Jamie checked the time and left to gather supplies for her new apartment run by an old woman and her 5-year-old grandson. The mother having run off and left the two to fend for themselves. It wasn't much, a rooftop shanty that was mostly supplied by the unoccupied other apartments. But there were still a few things she had to get, set up and to inform her other children on how she was running things. As she left the old woman offered her dinner. "A rain check, I've got a few errands to run and then to figure out the bus schedule for school." The old woman nodded while the boy peered around her thin waist. Things would change for the better if not for the whole neighborhood at least for those two she swore.