Byakuya Kuchiki is the 28th head of the noble Kuchiki clan, one of the four great noble families in Soul Society. As such, Byakuya acts in an aristocratic manner — he seems always serene and apathetic towards other people, even when he is actually deeply conflicted. He is also extremely calm, even in battle, and is very seldom surprised by even the most drastic of actions. Ironically, when he was younger, he was quick to anger and very hotheaded, as noted by his grandfather, Ginrei Kuchiki; similar to the way Ichigo and Renji are now.

Byakuya strongly believes in law and order. As the head...

Jamie sighed and stretched as she walked home with Ichigo.
"Why did you push me away? Why haven't you let me near you? I'm stronger than you think." Jamie put her hands in her pockets and looked at her feet as she plodded next to him. He was about to haul her into an alley and make her tell him when she answered. "Do you know how many people I've had to watch die? I'm over 3000 years old Ichigo, forever stuck undying. Forever never getting older then 16. 16....I marched in numerous wars killed countless for beliefs at times I couldn't make heads or tails of. Laid on battlefields crushed by horses,...

P.B. heard her big sister gasp and felt the hastily swerve of the car. Looking up she saw her mother, tears flowed as she eased up leaning and clinging to her. When she didn't respond, P.B. started to scream only to have her sister's hand clamped hastily on her mouth. "Shut up! " Mira's cheeks were wet with her own tears, her mouth set in a grim line. "Mom will be o.k. there is no other end result. She's, our mother. She won't abandon us, not now that.... well just look at yourself. " Mira handed her a small compact from her jacket pocket. P.B. shook her head. "No, I don't want to...I don't...

Byakuya frowned at his newest drawing. Ever since she'd sworn to never darken his mind again all he'd been doing was draw, paint and even had gone so far as to make clay models of the faceless witch that now haunted him. A knock came at his door. From the aura it was Rukia....maybe she could tell him, but did he dare? She knocked again.
"Come in Rukia."
Her brother had not been at breakfast nor at lunch and now it was close to tea time. Why was he so distracted? Or was it that he was not as well as he pushed his appearance. At that thought she nearly didn't knock a second time. Her hand was on...

Fun Day:
Jamie sighed as the bus finally came to the stop. 2 whole hours stuck on the bus with Mr. Tight Butt. It wasn't like she'd been in trouble of getting killed, sure she got a few bruises from the bastard but that was all. She definitely didn't need him going a little too cold for her liking when confronting the mugger. Now she couldn't get rid of him, she had to put the whammy on him soon so he'd leave her alone before shit got real. Now he was sitting next to her, eyes closed but make no bones about it if she moved to even breath he'd pop those suckers open and put her out again....the...

Jamie rubbed her eyes as she sat at the desk on an oversized pillow that she'd had to ask for as an actual chair seemed too much to come up with. At that thought her hand caught fire as it did whenever she was perturbed. In this case it was nearly non-stop.
As for the treaty....it was now as tall as the table. Not more then maybe 2 feet if that. Even though it had been more then 3000 years she still remembered all the problems from her father's time and her own....she sagged. Not many had ever been solved. The Living Realm had been worse, women had less of a say and treated less then a prized...

Jamie sent her crew out on orders as she sensed trouble moving in. Of course she went out to meet it alone. The place was peaceful with trees and a deep and stream that bubbled playfully. Hell she could hear the bees a couple of trees back and saw a fine patch of flowering clover just ripe to pick for either making wine or medicine The only problem was that at its back was a cliff face. A most perfect place to corner your prey. She made her hair shorten as she tied a handkerchief over it. As she smelled the horses coming closer, her basket was out on her arm and as she bent down to pluck a...

Byakuya practiced his swordsmanship in the hottest part of the day as he had since the time he was given his first sword. It was the only time he allowed any emotions to pass upon his face without checking them at the door. In this case the practice form wore a spiked orange mop of hair. Ichigo-Ichigo! No! No! No! The form exploded into a flurry of old clothes and straw. He could feel Rukia slipping away with every moment she was with that disrespectful orange haired freak of a substitute soul reaper. He yelled his frustration, it had been bad enough to have been beaten not once but twice...

Clicking off of Fenton's line Jamie walked with her eyes down caste. Ignoring nearly everything and only looking up when she had to cross a street or thought she heard a voice of a long dead friend. She should have come back sooner, but running away had more or less become her life. When she'd lost too many of her children, orphans,she just up and moved away. Never looking back, never going back. Jamie wondered briefly if the cherry tree she'd planted all those centuries ago had survived.Then she heard the play ground noises. Swings creaking, the streaky sounds of a child inching their way...

In the deserts of Mundo a castle appeared out of thin air. Gardens suddenly shook off the sand and then conquered it until it was a forgotten dream. Streams and ponds bubbled and burst in sprays of moisture.In the sky rose up a sun that drove most of the hollows to seek the darkness beneath the ground. Birds, animals, and fish flourished in the new scenic view. Those hollows that resisted the desire to crawl back down into the ground crept closer and tried to enter only to be repelled with blasts of lightning and acidic flames. Snarling they slid away from the invading structure. While inside...

It took Jamie more time then she liked to to get everything settled before she could leave. Luckily Steven had been hard pressing the Fuego's but soon had too many homicides due to the puddles of blood left behind in the empty hanger to keep his mind and eye on her. "Good morning Miss Jamie. Where are you off to today?" Her hanger manager Frank said as she parked her motorcycle in its spot. " Any where but here at the moment.Pilots already up Frankie?" Frank nodded. "What do I tell anyone who comes looking?" Jamie smirked. "Tell them the truth but only after I'm gone." Frank bit his lip. "Sorry...

Byakuya turned and twisted as sweat covered his body. The dream took and placed him beside her. Why was he there? Why was she? He touched her hand, it was warm but not a healthy warm. Rather the one that a dead body would yet have. He felt something slither between his legs, he caught it by the throat. She had fangs and smirked at him. "What don't you like me like this? Something to destroy. Or would you rather have me like that? Kind of you could say dead. Hmmm.." He paled and tossed her one version across....the....floor. Byakuya grabbed her up in his arms her body limp the color he'd thought...

Jamie was finishing up her last massage of the wedding party that had been scheduled. Each of the members had so far been generous in their praises and tips. The bride had elected to go last.
"Oh my god, my whole body's turned into putty. I'll never go to another therapist." Jamie chuckled lightly. "Mac and Rikey are just as good." The faced down woman groggily raised her head.
"No its you. Only you." The way the client had said the 'Only you.' Gave Jamie a sudden uneasy feeling. She finished the massage and was about to leave when the bride waylaid her. Her innocent face had become one of pure...

P.B. woke startled as her memory came back to her. The com downstairs had been activated detecting raised temperatures. The t.v. had turned on and she'd rushed out of the door as her adopted brother was being beaten in the lobby. Taking the swiftest way down by skidding down the rail, she'd kicked one of the attacker's in the face before landing on him as hard as she could. Bro was bleeding from his face and a cut on his arm. "Go back!" He yelled as he blocked and landed another punch on his enemy. P.B. shook her head and slickly used the small knife mom said never leave home without. It hit...

Byakuya met with the messenger from the high king in his garden. "Ah greetings young lord I am happy you obliged such a small creature such as me into your beautiful home." He bowed deeply to the captain. "I understand you have news of a reached out come of the negotiations with the other captains." The messenger nodded lightly and leaned his head toward an open cherry blossom. "Never have I smelled such lovely blossoms, there is something in the soil here that I have never encountered." Byakuya folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at the man."You did not come all this way to talk of soils...

KaraKura town outside Ichigo's house/clinic.

Chad and Uryu looked up at Ichigo's window. "His window's open." Chad said. Uryu pressed his lips together for a moment caught in indecision. The year had not been a happy one for any of them, unlike him there had been no way back for Ichigo. "Fine lets go in. Just lets not talk about the past or our abilities." They walked up the flight of stairs and got the shock of their lives as Ichigo was in soul reaper gear while a blonde haired kid was wearing Ichigo's running suit. Wolfing down Kon's oatmeal. "Ah....Hi?" Chad said announcing them as the door...

Lips had just been through the drive threw at one of the local dives when Voro's voice blared on the radio. "I'm begging the public...." Mira turned it off. "There goes us just getting on with our lives. You know they'll have the air ports on lock down and the ports watched. Turn here at the mall." Lips nodded. "Mom doesn't look too good." Mira nodded. "We'll head out of town, lay low and let everyone recuperate...." Mira grabbed onto Lips arm and gasped. Lips looked into the back seat with the mirror and nearly hit a parked car. There in the back seat was a perfectly formed P.B. while mom....mom...

In the high deserts of the arabian Jamie felt the sun try as it could to burn her pale moon light skin as she practiced her deadly skills before the hunt would begin. Yet she felt a shift in mood in the air and sand as if in anticipation, it put her on edge more than usual. Perhaps she should go visit her old friend. It wasn't but a half a days ride on horse back....she shook her head she was getting to paranoid over nothing. It had been over a year since she'd been out on the field. Jitters. Mac and Cleo were also making sure that the other half of their story fit the bill. From diggers permits...

Byakuya sat at his desk reading 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 said 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....

Byakuya stilled. "How long have you 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 or 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."...