Byakuya sat at his dawati kusoma the slight leather bound book, making notes when it fit Drako's Hoard. When he was done he looked at his notes coming to the only conclusion anyone would make. Drako's Hoard were the smiths they were hunting....he frowned bending his head in thought. It wasn't right and though Captain Zuraki could not remember who they were. He had remembered that the leader had alisema to tell her grandfather she had no plans on taking the throne. He shook his head. Why use the Soul Society to assassinate a member of the royal family? Especially one that did not want the title....

Seen how Yamamoto got it in the end. Have to do a little rewriting

Jamie felt her body ache as she went over the map and the details of the plan to take out the latest threat they had taken on. "They get their provisions...." Her body suddenly flew up into the air, her screams turned into roars as light exploded from within her and shot up disappearing as if cutting through to another dimension. Jamies body hung there before being pummeled again. Cleo and Mac caught her body as it fell like a rag doll towards the earth. Cleo checked her vitals; her goddess was dying on her. Mac opened the bag...

Jamie didn' t even look behind her she just kept zipping down the street. If anyone in her family would have seen her, they would have told her that she was being a coward. Perhaps she was but confronting the facts of what accepting the truth of the matter would be. She just wasn't ready, maybe it was because he looked like what her Byakuya had on that fateful day. Now 3000 yrs plus his descendant somehow had the ability to make her his mate. How else could it be? God only knew where her gloryflower had found its final resting place. Maybe they had even thrown it out, the fact that she was...

Jamie walked the mitaani, mtaa feeling those big ears that had been listening at the bars and other places she'd visited follow her. Just as she planned. She smiled and when she found the dead end she chose she turned to a crowded alleyway. Bowing she waited. "Heard wewe were looking for us." A squatty, in his 30's gang leader spoke smoking a fat cigar. "I have a deal for all of you." The crowd erupted in thunderous laughter. "The only deal wewe could make would be with that body and pretty face." A tall, thin man who shinned his nails on his koti, jacket alisema with a smirk. The last two leaders just frowned....

Jamie laid on Ichigo's bed. Ichigo refusing to let her have the kitanda in the living room, after getting home. Looking up at the few stars she could see out from where the curtains came together. A knock came at the door, then it opened. "Oh, your asleep..." Jamie raised a hand and motioned her forward. Yuzu approached the kitanda with some hesitation. What did she call her? Was she really some ancient ancestress? Jamie eased up and turned to her. Patting the mattress Yuzu came and sat inayofuata to her. "Are wewe happy?"
Yuzu blushed. "Yes....except I'm not as special as the rest of my family." Jamie frowned....

Jamie left the Kurosaki house while it was dark, she tucked in Yuzu and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She was indeed precious just like the rest of the family. A wizardess. Ichigo a smith and Karen a reaper. A full set. Taking out the cash in her left pocket she left it on the dawati with a small note. "Moving out. upendo wewe all." She turned to go and ran into Isshin. His folded arms and stern face made her shoulders sag. "I can't stay and endanger wewe and your family. They want me dead and if wewe stand with me, they won't think twice, reaper au not. I don't care wewe are the first blood family...

Rukia sat waiting for the assistant to be done pouring the tea. After leaving she waited until the first sip had been taken. "What is a soul smith, headmaster?" The headmaster set down the fragile teacup. "Why are wewe here Lady Rukia?" She frowned. "I saw Ichigo in full reaper uniform." Yamamoto closed his eyes in thought. "What else?" Rukia shook her head. "You know zaidi than what is being said. Who are the Soul Smiths?" She alisema it without using his title.
Yamamoto chuckled. "You also are keeping secrets, Lady Rukia." A knock came at the door. His assistant opened it gently. The High King's...

Byakuya stilled. "How long have wewe known?" Yamamoto shook his head. "I thought it best to keep it to myself, but now it seems, fate has decided otherwise." Byakuya frowned. "How does one know if one is a Soul Smith?"
Yamamoto looked through the book. "It is here. 13 tribes. 13 children 13 masters. 16 yrs maturity. First born. Always born in a set of twins. With the 2nd being a mage, healer au reaper. Flaming hair, can see ghosts, demons, hollows, reapers, and angels. Usually has a hammer as a weapon but is trained in all forms of combat along with any and all those weapons that they have created."...

Since I've been on Facebook and kusoma about the headmaster's death. I worked in a little magic. Being that my main character is a Soul Smith. She made Yamamoto's zenpakuto. With her arrival on the scene in a sense, it has aliyopewa her creation the added strength to preserve its host. Thus, allowing the headmaster to survive when he should have died.

Yamamoto could feel pain, why? He had used all his energy all his power. He should be nothing but ash if even that. Yet he felt the stiffness of his joints the injuries he had taken. He slipped his eyes open seeing the brightness of the sky, looking...

In this past two years I have Lost my house that my husband of nearly now 23 years and I built paycheck to paycheck 20 plus years zamani to a moto the week after I Lost my grandfather. Thankfully all but our beloved pets were unfortunately killed. Our church wonderfully came to our rescue since Obama decided to play kiss punda to the UN so we could not rebuild as we did back then. Our dear friend and architect that basically with the aid of his son built our wonderful house died in a car accident two weeks before we moved in which was Halloween. After all that we believed our luck could not get...

B4 wewe read my idea wewe should read where I got my idea from. It's is kwa the mwandishi Qire.

Louie healed Jean's shoulder before he took her back. "Why? Tell me why. What did I do?" Jean cried as he eased her tear streamed face into his own shoulder. Louie only tightened his grip, his emotions far too hot to be comforting. On his arrival to her apartment they were confronted kwa a well dressed young woman with a warm smile that turned into concern as they neared. "Is everything alright?" Louie nodded. " Just a little over tired. That's all. Excuse us." The young woman stepped aside, but did not...

P.B. woke with an ice pack surrounding her head. Her eyes barely able to see as the swelling had yet to go down. There was a tell tail sound of the puff-puff as the silencer and then a body....no two. Assaulted her ears, P.B. swallowed hard. "I'm so sorry baby,but why couldn't wewe have behaved?" P.B. shrank away from his thick bourbon stench."You gave me no choice." Her voice wobbled out of her bruised and cut lips.
Voro sighed heavily and sat across from her.
"Perhaps, but I upendo you, and my upendo is not so easily given. When I do, it is demanding. All consuming and it makes me volatile." P.B....

"I'm going to get an incomplete this quarter." Ichigo winced as he sat up and sagged. As once again his night had been far too long. "No wewe won't, not if we can help it." The four living dolls alisema as they dragged a lengthy ripoti towards him. " Huh? Whoa! That looks heavy. How...." Kon huffed as Ichigo picked it up. "Rukia alisema wewe might not have the time. So she told us what the assignment was." Ichigo breezed threw it and snorted, it wasn't all that bad. "I owe wewe big time." Then he moved just as his dad busted down the door, to which Ichigo put a well placed kick into the ole man's backside....

Jamie sat on Ichigo's kitanda looking up at the sky with the lights off curtain's pulled except for the slice that she was looking through. So it wasn't much, but enough for her. Ichigo was put on the kitanda in the living room even though she protested. Yuzu knocked lightly on the door. When she didn't respond Yuzu hesitated and then swallowed before entering into the room. "Are wewe sleeping?" Jamie snorted and turned. "Sorry. I can go." Jamie shook her head. "No I'm sorry. I'm in a rotten mood, but come sit tell me about your life here. Are wewe happy?" Yuzu went to sit on her brother's kitanda and...

Byakuya's comatose body lay in a private room hooked up to monitors and a breathing tube. While blood was slipping into it, it was seeping out from the wounds he had received. Some prayed for his easy passing while others prayed for him to fight on. Either way he did not care, he was not there. Instead he was a child again in his families garden. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, she never missed the siku of her arrival. Not ever. He rushed to the mti but found her not there, he started to panic."Over here bone head!" She yelled from
over kwa the koi pond. He ran towards her and fell...