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Chapter 4
A Chapter by
Minyonka
“How should I know if I’m doing the right thing?” one of my clients, a sixteen-year-old girl named Ayame, demanded. She was one of..
Chapter 5
A Chapter by
Minyonka
The gathering in Kisuke Urahara’s shop was much like every week. They would all give their status reports on the weeks’ events, usually ..
Chapter 6
A Chapter by
Minyonka
I watched as Toshiro put his arms out as far as they’d go, spinning himself in tight circles. The grin that spread across his face filled me w..
Chapter 7
A Chapter by
Minyonka
With much persuasion, Ichigo was able to convince me to follow him to an old candy shop in the middle of town. He pushed the door open, yelling for ..
Chapter 8
A Chapter by
Minyonka
Toshiro was silent beside me as we walked to Kisuke’s shop; his new sneakers lit up with each step. I was still unsure about Kisuke and his st..
Chapter 9
A Chapter by
Minyonka
All eyes were on my brother and me as we stared at each other. I couldn’t believe Toshiro wanted to throw himself into this battle… to ..
Chapter 10
A Chapter by
Minyonka
All eyes were on my brother and me as we stared at each other. I couldn’t believe Toshiro wanted to throw himself into this battle… to ..
Chapter 11
A Chapter by
Minyonka
I rubbed my eyes as I poured myself a second cup of coffee. It was nine-thirty in the morning and I had yet to fully awaken after the previous night..
Chapter 12
A Chapter by
Minyonka
“Ah, there you are. I was beginning to wonder if you were being attacked again,” Kisuke greeted lightly when the four of us arrived. ..
Chapter 13
A Chapter by
Minyonka
A man in white stood in the dimly lit room in which he held his throne. His sharp brown eyes gazed over the empty room, a frown adorning his usually..
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