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Who: Shihouin Yoruichi and Kurosaki Ichigo
When: A couple hours after this
Where: Suite 18A
Summary: Yoruichi has just arrived in the Facility, and from a unnamed, faceless informant she learns that Ichigo is here. When he posts, she contacts him and requests to meet with him in person. They have quite a bit to discuss.
Rating: PG-13 should be the highest.
Warnings: Bleach spoilers from at least chapters 400-406
How long had she been here now? Two, maybe three days? Maybe longer. She didn't really know. Ass she knew is one moment she was steadily losing consciousness, reaching out for Kisuke as he, Isshin and herself hit the ground. The next she was waking up here, in this facility. Sure she had been told why, but she still thought that maybe that this was simply a product of Aizen's twisted mind. A means to keep her as some sort of living trophy.
Now wasn't the moment to think about that. She ad slept for most the time she had been there. But it came to her in bits, broken and scattered throughout the day. The food wasn't enough to help replenish her reiatsu, even then the collar she wore around her neck, she had been informed that it drained away her powers, her abilities. There was no use thinking about it. So she had quietly, with all the grace she could muster, snuck out sometime in the middle of the previous night and showered. The clothes she had been provided were hardly ideal, and the restricted her movements. Needless to say she hadn't been happy.
And between the times she had spoken to Ichigo, and about the time he was supposed to arrive she had slept just a little more, still unable to shake the groggy feeling from her body. Yoruichi had woken before he arrived, sitting restlessly on the edge of her bed. He should be along soon, so she wouldn't have long to wait, she knew.
When: A couple hours after this
Where: Suite 18A
Summary: Yoruichi has just arrived in the Facility, and from a unnamed, faceless informant she learns that Ichigo is here. When he posts, she contacts him and requests to meet with him in person. They have quite a bit to discuss.
Rating: PG-13 should be the highest.
Warnings: Bleach spoilers from at least chapters 400-406
How long had she been here now? Two, maybe three days? Maybe longer. She didn't really know. Ass she knew is one moment she was steadily losing consciousness, reaching out for Kisuke as he, Isshin and herself hit the ground. The next she was waking up here, in this facility. Sure she had been told why, but she still thought that maybe that this was simply a product of Aizen's twisted mind. A means to keep her as some sort of living trophy.
Now wasn't the moment to think about that. She ad slept for most the time she had been there. But it came to her in bits, broken and scattered throughout the day. The food wasn't enough to help replenish her reiatsu, even then the collar she wore around her neck, she had been informed that it drained away her powers, her abilities. There was no use thinking about it. So she had quietly, with all the grace she could muster, snuck out sometime in the middle of the previous night and showered. The clothes she had been provided were hardly ideal, and the restricted her movements. Needless to say she hadn't been happy.
And between the times she had spoken to Ichigo, and about the time he was supposed to arrive she had slept just a little more, still unable to shake the groggy feeling from her body. Yoruichi had woken before he arrived, sitting restlessly on the edge of her bed. He should be along soon, so she wouldn't have long to wait, she knew.