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I jotted down a few notes on my clipboard as Kaname told about his day. He was seventeen years old and lived with his father, with whom he didn’..
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Toshiro’s eyes darted around the white room he was in. He’d been taken from his school by a huge, muscular man whose jaw bone was outside ..
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I pressed my fingers to Renji’s forehead, pushing his head back, and held a couple tissues to his bleeding nose. Rangiku Matsumoto, as I had com..
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A light knock came to the door as I finished putting away Kaname’s file. Our appointment had just finished and I had to hurry over to Kisuke&r..
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Toshiro ran as fast as his legs could carry him. His lungs burned in his chest and his breathing continued to grow more ragged. The muscles in his l..
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I tapped my foot impatiently on the ground of Kisuke’s training room. Tsume stood beside me, his features set with determination. He and I had b..
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I could only stare in complete and utter shock and fear when I’d heard Kisuke’s words. My brother had to die to become a Soul Reaper? I ..
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I could only stare after my brother in shock, tears clouding my vision. Toshiro’s words had stung, but not nearly as much as the emotions he&r..
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Toshiro came down the ladder with Rukia, though he seemed a bit more apprehensive than I would have liked. As he approached, I found myself staring ..
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The air was tense after Tsume left and it didn’t seem like anyone wanted to break the silence. I wasn’t sure if any of them were shocked..
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