“Stop talking to me already,”

To the ordinary, untrained, and unskilled it appeared that a single girl, no more than twenty, dressed in very casual tomboyish clothing was walking down the quiet West Shinjuku street. They however would be wrong. Beside the girl was another, looking the exact same in all features except for the attire chosen. While the first went for a rebellious modern look, the invisible one had on a black kimono, and a white haori remnant of times long passed. “Why can't I talk to you Nyaaa~?” The first said on an overtly whiny voice.

“Nya, no one else but you can hear me you're going to attract a crowd,” The black garbed girl said with any emotion in her face.

“There's no one here though, Nya~” Nya said, prompting the other to scowl at her unusual way of finishing all her sentences with her own name, “It's still dark, no a person in sight, Nya~” She was right, the little town that sat under the shade of Tokyo was completely devoid of any sort of life. The large buildings on either side spoke nothing of work, and where ghastly unoccupied, except for the odd janitor that was getting some last minute work done at the dead of night. The street lamps where the only sort of visual guide to allow the two to find their way, as not a single star was able to shine through the heavy overcast above their heads.

“I know,” Juri replied a tinge of melancholy in her voice, “Ever since that fight with Kazuya I haven't been myself. There is no way I can go back to the Soul Society now, and I am certain that they are going to be looking for me. I guess I have been on guard, if they ever find me I will be executed you know,”

“Then why don't you just go back, Nya~,”

“Are you crazy! I can't do that, I lost! To someone of a lower rank to, then I attacked an nearly killed the Vice Captain of Squad four!” Juri replied in a huff before stopping and looking towards the sky, as if it was going to awnser her call.” I am a disgrace to my squadron, and my brother. I cannot go back there until I have redeemed myself, till I have proven myself worthy. That wont happen until I become stronger, right now I am far to week to even consider going back,”

“But Juri-Chan...”

“Don't “but Juri-Chan” me!” The hot headed vice Captian nearly screamed, “That is final, I am not going back until I can prove it to myself, until I can beat Kazuya Hayashi I will stay here.” Just as she finished her little speech a chilling and girlish scream spread through the haunted street. Turning to the commotion Juri looked just in time to hear a gunshot ring out, and a blond haired girl fall to the ground.

Her protection instincts kicked in as she found herself charging towards the commotion, her blade already drawn. The dark, haired man stepped closer to the women who was bleeding from her shoulder, a gun in his shaky left hand. He stretched his arm down towards the women's frightened face, as he smiled nervously, “This if for what you have made me become,” He muttered, “Now you will pay,”

“Like hell she will!” Juri screamed as the ring of revelation was activated in a blinding flash of light. The dark haired coward turned and flinched at this causing the bullet to just miss the blond haired women's head. The man screamed and dropped his gun as Juri slashed through the tendon in his wrist, without a second thought he turned and fled as fast as his legs could take him. Juri was about to give chase until she heard footsteps.

Juri Kato turned on her heels, and quickly covered her eyes, the sun had just started to peak over the side of the earth, sending the clouds a flame with colors of orange, red, and yellow and spreading light over this part of the earth temporarily blocking the vice Captian's field of vision. It was a trick situation, the hot headed girl was standing over the body of a wounded, and now unconscious girl, with a bloody katana in her hand. If she chose to undo the ring of revelation then Nya would be blamed, so she only had one choice and that was to wait until the person, whose entire body was like a silhouette created by the blinding light, spoke.

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