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Masquerade Between Hell and Justice	By : Karmira Category: Bleach > General Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I apologize for the delay in getting back to this fan fiction. The next RP I needed to break down and prepare was LONG. I have broken it up into two different chapters, but I couldn't find a break until 13 pages.

In this chapter, in the wake of Aizen’s destruction, Kisuke starts revealing some of his secrets with the usual chorus of excitement, confusion, and anger~

Chapter 8: Consequences after First Strike (Part I)

Early daylight passed into warming morning, Yuzu slipping downstairs before the rest of her siblings to start the Saturday breakfast they had voted for earlier in the week.   Time passed in relative quiet. As the aroma of pancake filled the small house, Ichigo emerged from his bedroom, scratching at his hair.

“Karin! Time to get up!” He pounded on her door. “Yuzu already has breakfast ready!" Ichigo called out as he opened the door to his sister's room. "Karin?"

Ichigo just about had a heart attack when he laid eyes on Karin's empty, mussed up room and no sign of her or their mother's bedspread in it. His hand shook on the doorknob. Then, he turned and ran out.

"Yuzu, stay in the house!" he shouted as he went back into his room to throw on his clothes.

If there was one person who knew what had happened to his sister, it definitely would be Kisuke Urahara.

He halted for a moment, seeing the blanket swinging forlorn from a fencepost. He scrambled to get dressed faster.

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Meanwhile, as the sun finally rose high enough to shed blinding light in his room, Kisuke pulled himself from the bed. Sliding into his clothes for the day, he shuffled off for the bathroom passing Tsukiro's room where he had laid Kita for the night before. However, it was not just Kita's reiatsu he felt coming from the room. Slowly and quietly Kisuke slid the door. There, curled under the covers, was Tsukiro, Kita held close to him in his arms.

Kisuke walked over, squatting down next to Tsukiro. Slowly he removed his hat… and smacked Tsukiro with it on top of his head. Hard.

Tsukiro jolted upright, grabbing his head. He looked up, seeing Kisuke holding his hat. He glared at the scruffy blonde and grabbed his extra pillow, hitting him over the head with it. HARD.

"You dumb ass! I was sleeping!" he growled, glaring bloody murder at the nutty shopkeeper. "What the HELL!?"

“Good morning.” Kisuke smiled. “I see you finally manned up.” He stood from the bedside, still grinning, and tipped his hat. “Good for you. But now wake our angel and come have some breakfast. We need to talk about what something that happened last night.”

The door slid closed behind him and Tsukiro and Kita were alone again.

Tsukiro blinked as Kisuke left, grumbling and punching his pillow. Pretending it to be Kisuke's head. Then he sighed and turned to Kita, shaking her shoulder gently.

"Kita, baby, wake up. Kisuke is turning mother hen on us. He wants to give us the birds and the bees apparently." He leaned down and kissed her cheek, whispering her name into her ear. “Kita~”

She opened her eyes slowly. "Huh? What about the birds and bees?" Kita wrapped her arms around Tsukiro and pulled him closer to her. "Just a few more minutes, please~." She yawned, burying her face into the nook of his neck and shoulder, kissing his neck softly.

Tsukiro groaned, mostly at himself, and laid back down, cuddling down with her.

“You’re so adorable,” he murmured, “I can’t say no.” Curling into the covers with her snugly pressed against him, he kissed her nose and cheek. “But we have to get up before Kisuke comes back and drags us out of bed."

Kita made a scrunched up face and took a handful of Tsukiro’s clothing in her hand. “Let him,” she muttered. “I am a teenage girl and I need my beauty rest. He might even get greeted with more than he realizes.” Giggling softly, she ran her lips over his neck once more, moaning at the warmth of his body wrapped around her.

Tsukiro quickly covered her mouth with a laugh. "Don't do that quite yet, love.” I’d rather not have Kisuke kill me."

Stretching, he gathered Kita up in his arms and picked her up bridal style."Let's go have breakfast and see what Kisuke wants." He kissed her forehead as he carried her out of his room.

Whining as he stopped her, Kita wrapped her arms around his neck as he walked towards the kitchen and gently kicked her legs as headed down the hall towards their destination.

Good morning," she called out to Kisuke with a bright smile.

Kisuke adjusted his hat with a raised brow and a pointed look at Tsukiro. "She's in an exceptionally good mood today. Why might that be, hmmm?” He hummed and winked at the boy.

Tsukiro glared at Kisuke and flung his shoe off at him, hitting him square in the face. "Shut up, you old pervert! We didn't do anything. We confessed to each other then we feel asleep. End of story.” He set Kita down and then sat down next to her. “So what did you want to talk to us about?"

Kisuke rubbed the dirt off his face and sighed. “Last night Gin and Kita had the pleasure of seeing two Espada at the park, but we got lucky with them overlooking Kita. This time.” He adjusted his hat and continued with his story. “Gin knocked her out, making them think Kita was nothing but a mere human — making them think she passed out due to the reiatsu coming from the gate and their presences.” Kisuke looked to Kita. “I don’t yet know what exactly happened, and I doubt Kita does either. Gin probably knocked her out pretty early in the game.”

Kisuke watched Kita nod slowly.

"I did and now something good came out of it all," Gin added from his side of the room, watching sun stream in from the outside.

Tsukiro turned around to see the silver haired fox. "Gin Ichimaru." He turned back to Kisuke. "What exactly happened?” he asked quickly. “Who came after her? Did they sense her different spiritual pressure?” Tsukiro hurried on, not about to let anyone take Kita away from him, not just after telling her how he felt. “I mean, is she in more danger now?"

Gin’s sing-song voice spoke up.

"You know," the Fox taunted, turning his head towards Tsukiro's, "you should be asking me those questions," you know," he waved his hand, "since I was there at the park with her," he emphasized in a sing-song tone.

Tsukiro sighed and turned to face the fox. "Ok then, Ichimaru, tell me what happened at the park. Tell me everything."

Kita sat next to Tsukiro listening intently to what they were saying. Though she had no real idea what they were talking about, she wanted to learn as much as she could. This whole soul reaper, hollow, and Espada thing was new to her and no one had ever really explained it to her. And like she told Gin in the park last night…

"Trying to get a straight answer out of any of you is like pulling teeth."

She looked to Gin when Tsukiro made his request.

Kisuke also looked to Gin, waiting to hear the whole story behind this.

The Fox grinned. "That's better. Guys should treat their girl's friends well too." He waked over to the table to join them. Setting his arms on the table, head on his folded hands, he waited dramatically for a couple moments, taking in Kita's eager eyes. She wanted answers. His shrewd azure eyes moved to Kisuke. But he probably wanted things as secret as possible. Who to please?

He leaned back. "A gate opened in the park nearby. Kita couldn't stop staring, and her spiritual pressure was attracting the attention of the new Espada. Though Ulquiorra seemed drawn towards the sight of me, the other must have thought we were some kind of couple," he continued, tauntingly. "Then I knocked Kita out quickly. She fell into my lap, and both left, I assume, to finish their respective duties," he finished, looking around the table for reactions.

"Ulquiorra? But he's supposed to be dead!” Tsukiro burst out almost immediately. “Ichigo defeated him in Hueco Mundo! AND there’s a NEW Espada to boot!” Tsukiro growled and reached for Kita’s hand, gripping it underneath the table. At least in spite of their interest, Kita had not been the objective last night. He sighed. “What worries me even more is who they could have been going after? And once they have them, what will they do with them?”

Kisuke rubbed his chin in thought for a few minutes then looked to the ones around the table. "There is only one I can think of that Aizen would come for again."

Gin nodded sagely. "Ulquiorra was her keeper, too." He tilted his head. "Wonder what trick they'll use to get her to come 'round to their side this time?"

Kisuke grumbled under his breath. "We need to get a hold of Ichigo and have him go check on her." The shopkeeper paused and looked at Tsukiro. "Unless someone else would like to go check on her,” he went on, his tone now hinting.

It didn’t quite get heard.

Kita sat up and looked at Kisuke then Gin. "I will go check on her. After all, she is a friend of mine as well as Ichigo's."

Tsukiro jolted and grabbed her before she had a chance to get up. "Kita, no! If you go over there and he's still there, you'll be a sitting duck! Aizen could have you both, and I’m not having that!” His hold tightened around her arm.

“Especially not when they’re already interested in you.” He paused, his eyes darkening. “I can't lose you to Aizen, and I won't allow him to take another person I hold dear."

He didn’t care if he was exposing his weakness or rambling. All he could feel was a vice-like fear around his chest and throat and the washed out images of his dead mother and brother. All because of Aizen. When they had been all he had left after Kisuke and Yoruichi Sensei were exiled.

Tsukiro shook his head, giving her a wild, desperate look. "Please don't. Let someone else check on Orihime."

"Kisuke!"

Ichigo burst into the sitting room, out of breath and sweating like he had run to Tokyo and back. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, like he was scared to death. Leaning against the doorway, he made an attempt to catch his breath.”

“My sister. They’ve got her!” he huffed. “She’s gone. Karin is gone, Kisuke! Her room was destroyed. There’s evidence on my front porch. It was Aizen’s doing! I know it was. Karin wouldn’t go down for anyone else. She just wouldn’t.”

Kisuke looked to Ichigo, analyzing his state, and sighed heavily. "So it was Karin they wanted this time and not Orihime."

In the choking silence, he adjusted his hat and peered from under it. "Still, I think it's best we check on Orihime. After all, there were two of them." He looked to Ichigo. “Can you go to Orihime's and make sure she is alright?"

Kita's heart plummeted at Ichigo’s words, sinking back down next to Tsukiro. "What's going on?" Kita asked at barely a whisper, fear now rising up in her eyes. One friend was missing, maybe two and the thought of 'she may be next' scared her more than anything else ever had. She clung to Tsukiro's hand under the table, flinching as Ichigo’s temper spiraled.

Ichigo clenched his jaw and fists when Kisuke mentioned Orihime. Dashing over to the table, he grabbed the damned shopkeeper up by his kimono, jerking him forward. A crazed, insane, whirling look filled his eyes.

"You bastard!” he growled. “My sister is gone! She's GONE! And you're sitting there calm as ever and speaking in riddles?!” He shook him, knocking his hat off. “They took my sister, you quack, and you want me to go check on somebody else?! TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON RIGHT NOW, KISUKE!!"

Kisuke looked into Ichigo's eyes and grabbed the hand clenched on his kimono. ”Sit down, Ichigo.”

Blinking tears away, he did.

Once Ichigo had sat at the table, Kisuke retrieved his hat and explained the situation to him. But when he was finished, Ichigo wasn’t in much better shape, head bowed, shaking, and both hands pulling at the roots of his hair

"I understand your frustration, Ichigo,” Kisuke murmured. “but we are just going to have to play this out and see what Aizen's next move is. If we act too soon--"

Kisuke was quickly cut off with another of Ichigo's outbursts.

"Play this out?!! And leave my sister there to let Aizen do whatever the hell he wants with her!?” he shouted, incredulous. “You know DAMN well I'm not going to do that!!! That's my baby sister he had his Espada kidnap! And you want me to wait and see what he does next??!!!" he spat.

Ichigo slammed his fist on the table, causing cups of tea to jostle up and splash dark splotches across the table. "You're a damned fool if you think I'm going to wait! I'll go to Hueco Mundo and save her just like I did Orihime!"

Kita visibly jumped at the violence, her hand tightening on on Tsukiro’s hand. Her heart was racing and there was this terrible wish inside her to cry.

She did not like what she was hearing they were scaring her more than even yesterday when they talked about her crazy spiritual pressure. She did not understand, but one thing she did know, another of her friends might be in trouble and she had to make sure Orihime was alright. If all they wanted to do was sit there and scream about this terrible thing, she was going to make sure Orihime was fine. With or without them.

She had to.

Pale, she quickly pushed Tsukiro’s hand away, standing and darted toward the doors of the room.

"And that worked out so well last time, Kurosaki," Gin emphasized from the opposite side of the table. He grinned as the boy growled at him and appeared in front of Kita, snagging her hand just as Tsukiro stood up. "You're not going anywhere, Kita," his azure eyes locked on slow Tsukiro," at least not alone." He looked back at the scared redhead and continued in his nonchalant way, "If Aizen wanted your sister dead, she'd be dead. Don't you think you should do something like think before you act this time round? Or did you like dancing to Aizen's tune for a long, long time before you turned the tables on him?"

He folded his arms. “Because I guarantee that a strategy only works once on Aizen. And he really will win this round if you do as you're planning, Kurosaki."

Tsukiro walked over and took Kita from Gin, cradling her against him. She was trembling sporadically and on the verge of tears. Rubbing her back in circles, he kissed her forehead and shushed her, rocking her in his arms.

Focusing on her as the argument escalated behind them.

"It's alright Kita. We've been though this mess before,” he whispered in a soft tone. “We will help them, but we need to think before we act.” He stroked her hair. “Believe me, love, I want to storm his place just as bad as Ichigo, but then I know we'd all wind up dead."

As Kita’s quaking body started to respond to him, he then turned to the others and shot daggers at them with his eyes. "As for you three,” he snapped, “stop scaring her! She barely knows anything about Soul Reapers and Hollows. ANY of THIS! And now she's hearing that her friends are in danger. It’s scaring her half to death!” His arms hugged Kita closer to him as his eyes narrowed further. “So how about ALL of you shut up, sit down, and explain all this to her. And I mean ALL OF IT!"

Kisuke sighed, adjusting his hat over his eyes. "The more she knows the more danger it puts her in,” he stated quietly.

"Then tell it to me!” Ichigo slammed on the table again, glaring at Kisuke like he was going to kill him if he didn't start talking. “Because I need to know! And Tsukiro is right anyway. The more she knows, the better she can protect herself. So just stop beating around the fucking bush and tell us! You're know you’re not making this any easier!”

"Are ya sure about that, you two?" Gin called from where he was still at the door, blocking Kita from running off. He raised his hand. "The last time sensitive information got to Aizen, Kurosaki was his puppet and more importantly, he found the Hougyoku and destroyed all obstacles to it, including a friend or two."

Kita only remained silent as they talk, but her mind seized in fear for Karin and Orihime the more she heard.

"You shut your mouth, Ichimaru! I still don't trust you!” Ichigo snarled, glaring at the taller man.   “And the fact of the matter is none of us but you two know what is going on around here! So one of you had better start explaining instead of giving half-assed excuses!!!"

After hearing Ichigo cast stones at Gin, Kita turned slightly to Gin, taking his hand into hers and squeezing it gently. She really felt like as if she was all alone in her feelings for Gin. She knew what she had been told about Gin — about his involvement with this Aizen character — and yet she still trusted him. Why?

She smiled warmly at him when he glanced over to her.

And she realized it was because he had never given her a reason to mistrust him. He was always blunt, honest, and upfront with her. Even if it was something mean more often than not. It was for that reason that Kita trusted him — even more than she herself could understand.

Gin frowned momentarily at another sign of her strange trust then smirked. "Looks like the lady here disagrees with ya," he stated and joined his arms around Kita, head leaning on her shoulder. Until Tsukiro pulled her away. Both boys glared at the fox.

Kisuke sighed still sitting at the table and looked over to Gin, and the reactions from Ichigo, Tsukiro, and Kita. Sighing again as Tessai walked in with another tray of hot tea.

“It’s time,” Kisuke told Tessai.

Tessai nodded, sitting the tray down and walking to clear corner in the room. Sitting down with crosses legs and folded arms, he started to chant a sealing spell.   With that, a powerful kido spell appeared around Urahara Shop, one which no one could hear or even enter as they talked.

Kisuke looked to Gin and the others. “Sit down, all of you.”

He waited until they were back at the table and began.

Adjusting his hat, he looked to each one of them. “In the past, I lied to you about Kita. She is not a future soul reaper that I refuse to train.” Chucking quietly, he glanced down at his teacup with a slight tilt of head. “She would be better off if she was, but she is not.” Turning back to the angry and shocked faces of the boys — Gin’s face remained fixed in his eerie smirk - the shopkeeper continued.

“Kita is… well Kita is… much greater than that.” Kisuke told them.

“Will you just tell us?! And stop beating around the damn bush!” Tsukiro growled.

Kisuke sighed again. “Kita’s a Seraph.”

Eyes lit up around the table with Kisuke’s announcement and all eyes turned to her.

“I’m a… a what?” Kita asked, fear misplaced by confusion and wide bewilderment.

"A Seraph, dearie~ better known as a watcher," Gin replied. He tilted his head at Kisuke. "That is a nice secret hiding under this roof." As Kisuke sent him a veiled warning with his eyes. Gin chuckled.

“But if she is watcher…” Ichigo looked from Gin to Kisuke. “Doesn’t that mean there is a Guardian somewhere around?” Ichigo questioned.

A goofy grin crossed Kisuke’s face. “Why yes, there is!” he announced in a cheerful and bouncy tone.

“Knock off the shit, Kisuke, and tell us!” Tsukiro growled, squeezing Kita’s hand.

Kisuke sighed and slumped over slightly. “He is not important right now,” he pouted.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW?!!” Tsukiro and Ichigo yelled.

“He is not aware of his powers. The Guardian will not be awakened until he is needed. At that point, he will then decide what path to take.” He looked up at the group. “The path of destruction or the path of balance and peace. If that happens….”

There was a long pause as the room fell silent.

“A new reckoning will take place.” Gin replied after a good dramatic pause, a wide grin across his face.

Tsukiro looked to Gin with narrowed eyes. “I am glad you find this amusing, Ichimaru.”

"Of course it's amusing," Gin responded, grinning widely. "All this time, Aizen-san's been on the loose, and Soul Society's been running around in a panic, and here, in this little shop, is the answer to everything he wants, no one the wiser. Right under our noses." He waved his hand a wide sweep, offering a mock bow towards Kisuke. "Congratulations, shopkeeper, you're the only one that knew all this," he gave a slight chuckle, "though I knew there was something special about 'er."

Tsukiro looked to Kisuke annoyed. “So what does this mean if Aizen gets his hands on Kita?”

Gin answered for him. “Only that he can finally fulfill his first and foremost goal before he was captured.” He waved his hand nonchalantly and then slowly slid his hand across his own neck. “No need for any key now. The Seraph can open the gate for him. Game. Over."

Kita’s eyes turned to Gin. “The gate? Like the gate we saw last night?

“Sorta~,” Gin started as Kisuke picked up.

“This gate will lead straight to the heavenly realm.” Kisuke paused and looked solely to Kita. “See, Kita, this is were we come in.”

“We?” She looked around the table. “You mean you guys?”

“Yes,” Kisuke nodded. “There are three gates. The Garganta. The gate the Hollows use. The Senkaimon which we the soul reapers use. These two gates can be used by both soul reapers and the Hollows in the right circumstances. Then there is the Tenkaimon for the Gods. The Tenkaimon is the gate no one but a Gods has accesses to.” Kisuke looked to Kita. “A gate only you can open.”

"And if you open it for Aizen-san, let's just say we all pay for it," Gin explained further, still grinning.

Kisuke looked to Gin as his left hand came up and smacked him in the back of the head. "We're trying not to scare her worse. Remember, Gin?"

Kita jumped and looked quickly at Kisuke. "HE WON’T! And you don't need to be so mean to him!” she exclaimed, trying to remain calm. But on the inside, she was shaking to her core with this dramatic news.

Still grinning, Gin rubbed his head, "If I wanted ter give them 'er, I woulda done it before. There’s really no need to yell at the fox here."

Kisuke sighed at them both. Kita didn't understand what they had already went through with the fox. What hell he had placed them under and put them through. And he did not have the heart to tell her. He couldn’t reveal what Gin had really done in his past. He just could not bring it upon himself to crush her like that. Not with the trust and friendship she had built with Gin. He only hoped Gin was not blind to this young girl's fate and the trust she held so deep in her.

"We only want to keep you safe, Kita. That is all,’ he murmured. He then narrowed his eyes at the Fox. “And if Aizen finds out about her, I am holding you responsible." Sighing once more, his gaze turned to the group."Not a word of this is to be spoken about out of this barrier. Understood?"

Tsukiro took a deep breath and took Kita's hand again. Already the talk had his temper and anxiety levels rising. He feared for Kita. He feared for the peace he had found with her. For the moment Aizen decided to use Kita's powers to achieve his ultimate goal, he would send his army after her. And once that happened...

Tsukiro pulled Kita into a tight embrace. "I won't let them take you. I refuse to let that happen and I won't lose you,” he vowed quickly. “We'll do everything in our power to keep you safe. I swear on it."

Ichigo broke up the mounting tension.

"This still doesn't answer what we're going to do about my sister, Kisuke,” he growled. Even if he was worried for Kita, it only added to his crushing anxiety for Karin. “I already said that I’m not going to let her stay in that hell house until we decide to do something about it!" Ichigo's shoulders started to shake. “Kisuke, she's my baby sister; she's my responsibility and I let her be taken away from us. I can't just let her sit there!"

Kisuke glared at Ichigo from under his hat. His eyes now dark and narrowed at the young boy.

"Have you heard a single word we have said here? If you go charging in there like some kind of fools, like the last time I allowed you to, you're only going to make things worse. YES. You are stronger, but SO is Aizen. We don't know what his army of Espada are like this time." Kisuke stood from the table. "This time we get help."

He stepped away from the table as Tessai dropped the barrier. "Go to Orihime’s, ichigo, and check on her. I have a feeling they have her again as well."

The Substitute gritted his teeth, and seeing that arguing further would do him no good, stood up. “Fine! But if Aizen has gotten even stronger, then I'll just have to work hard at getting stronger too. I defeated him once and I will defeat him again. I won't let him win. And this time,” he paused, “we'll stop him for good." Before Kisuke could respond, he took off with a burst of shunpo, heading off to the Inoue residence.

The shopkeeper turned to Tsukiro. "Keep Kita close at all times. I don't want her to be alone for a second." He turned back and started his descent from the room. "I am going to talk to the Captain Commander."

Tsukiro nodded to Kisuke. "You don't have to tell me that. If I could, I'd be here 24/7 to look after her. But..." he sighed heavily, "I still have my duties as Tenth Squad's Third Seat to perform. And there's still no sign of Hitsugaya-taicho, so Rangiku and I are having to act as the senior officers."

He turned to look at Kita with a worried expression. "However, I will come and check on you as often as my job allows me. When I can't be here, it would be best for you to spend as much time here at Kisuke's as your parents will allow you. Be careful, Kita. Stay on your guard at all times." He then pulled what looked like a flip phone out of his kimono and placed it in Kita's hand. "Take this. It's like a cell phone. We Soul Reapers use it for communications. It has Ichigo's, mine, and Kiskue's numbers programmed into it. If you're in danger when we're not around, use this and one of us will come to you."

Kita took the cell phone from Tsukiro and nodded. "I will go home and stay there until I hear from you." She hugged Tsukiro tightly, her whole body giving into the inner shaking. "I'm scared,” she whispered softly, tears stinging at her eyes yet again.

Tsukiro held onto her tightly. "I know, Kita. I am, too. But we'll get through this. You're not alone. You’ve shown me that. Now it's my turn to show you." He pulled back just enough to gingerly kiss her. He looked into her eyes and said, "You'll be okay. I promise. None of us will let anything bad happen to you. Remember that, okay?"

Gin patted her head. “And it's a good thing to be scared. Shows that you have something to fight for." He stood also. "It makes you stronger. I'll walk you home, Kita, if you'd like -- that is, unless you want ta be alone~" he teased quietly and winked.

Kita nodded to Gin. "I would like to have company. Please. I really don't want to be alone. Not right now."

”Then I don't mind keeping ya company," Gin reassured her.

Tsukiro petted Kita's hair. "I would walk with you, but I have to get back to Soul Society before my squad starts to wonder where I am. I'll come and check on you later if I can." He kissed her forehead, eyes looking to the fox as he pulled back.

Gin grinned, mischief twinkling in his eyes, and wrapped his arms around Kita from behind. “You know, I could even watch over you as you sleep, Kita,” he whispered loudly, “if you want that is.” He waited for her lover to react.

Right on cue, Tsukiro glared at Ichimaru. "I may have no qualms with you, but that doesn't mean I completely trust you either. You will do nothing of the sort. Just walk her home and leave it at that."

Gin chuckled and waved his hand. "Alright, alright, I'll do as told," he grinned, "like a good person." He let Kita go and gave her a gentle push towards Tsukiro. "I'll wait outside while you say yer goodbyes," he said with another wave.

Kita giggled softly, wrapping her arms around Tsukiro and giving him a kiss. "I will be alright. And Gin is only picking on you. You have to remember..." She looked to Gin and smiled. "His heart belongs to another."

At those words, Gin paused in the doorway before disappearing into the sunlight.

This is the end of Part I of the RP. In the next chapter, we get more interaction with Gin and Kita as she presses him for more answers to her overflowing questions and something - or someone - lurks in the shadows.

I have a few more shorter chapters after this. So my pace should pick up.
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