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When; Sunday, 12-17, evening, during Momo and Aizen's fight.
Rating; PG, more than likely.
Characters; Rangiku and Haineko, plus anyone that wants to find her.
Summary; Ran decides to keep an eye on the fight, but won't interfere.
Log;
Her steps were silent as she made her way to the edge of the shore. The fight was in full swing, but she didn't move any closer than where she was. Unless things got out of hand, she had no right to interfere. She'd told Momo she wouldn't try and protect her anymore, but she'd be damned if something happened to allow her friend to experiece death via the City.

Patient, she curled her legs under her and closed her eyes, reiatsu unfurled so she could keep tabs on what was going on.

It didn't take long for a gray shadow to join her.

You're far away, kitten.

The familiar nickname made blue eyes open a tiny bit; just enough to glare over at the spirit. "Don't call me that. I'm older than you are. Besides, I'm right here."

That isn't what I meant and you know it. Your soul is torubled.

She shrugged, knowing it was true. "It's been a rough few days."

Not days. Weeks. Since you came back. You've been on edge since then. It needs to stop... to be fixed.

Fixed... "And how, in your infinite wisdom, do you think it needs to be fixed?"

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Nemu had not even added her own shock to the knowledge that Hinamori would fight Aizen. She had only grabbed her zanpakutou from the bedside and come.

She didn't know what she would do. Would she interfere? That would not be fair to Hinamori. If she truly wanted to do this, what right did she have to intervene? None. But she was worried nonetheless. First Rangiku had died, then she... she wouldn't let anyone else. Not if she could help it.

The creation was not surprised to feel Rangiku's reiatsu, only followed it, eyes soft as she approached slowly.

"You too." She murmured, staring out at the two locked in combat.

The voice didn't shock her. Even though she'd felt Nemu's reiatsu approaching, she had no doubts that the other shinigami would be present somewhere near the fight. Haineko purred softly and moved to rub against Nemu's leg before pacing away from them. The show of affection for someone other that herself or Jan startled her to an extent, but she pushed it back to where it belonged.

"... couldn't stay away."

Nemu smiled softly at the touch from the zanpakutou spirit, truly honoured to have recieved such. As she smiled, though, her hand stroked the hilt of her own sword, which had remained silent since it's first words.

"Neither could I." Her voice was soft, as usual, but now soft because she almost felt that if she spoke loudly the two in question would hear.

"... Do you think she really did challenge him, as he told the ninja medic?" She wondered, but did not know the answer. Either way, she did know what that would mean either. If Hinamori had willingly entered battle with her ex-captain... Nemu did not know what that meant.

Ran hadn't moved from her spot, even after Haineko had left her sight. It didn't matter, of course. If she wanted to, all she needed to do was either summon her back or weave her own mind in with the cats to see what she saw. Handy, at times...

"Honestly, it wouldn't surprise me much if she did. Maybe she's finally grown tired of his constant lies to her... "

A soft sigh passed her lips. She was thinking that the truce she'd worked so hard trying to keep together was essentially null and void now.

"Maybe." Nemu folded long legs underneath her, sinking to the ground with a small sigh, laying the zanpakutou across her lap. The same thoughts were on her mind as well.

"The truce... it is over?" Half question, half statement. She didn't like it, either way. If the truce was over... many things would change. More would probably die. She would never be able to hold conversation with Ulquiorra again, would probably have to fight Ulquiorra. And it would be pain and deaths again.

Fingers idly caressed the silent sword's hilt, eyes lidded, never taking her eyes off Hinamori and Aizen even as she spoke.

Rangiku rubbed at her forehead as if trying to stave off a headache. Her voice was quiet when she answered, "I don't know. Gods, I hope not. That'd really make a mess of things..."

Haineko padded back over to them and settled next to her mistress, cool eyes turning to the fight.

"We can't beat him. Even the espada won't be easy to defeat, due to the limits on our power here."

"... I hope not." Nemu whispered, also keeping quiet. "It might throw the entire City into chaos, if we begin fighting."

She brushed her bangs from her eyes, fiddling, something she rarely did. Usually the woman could stand stock still for hours, only blinking.

"And our limits... they make it so even humans have chances against us."

"It seems as if the City thrives on chaos, Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou." Unohana approached the pair of shinigami, Isane close behind her.

"Isane and I are ready, and the ninja's medic has offered to help, if we need her."

She had her zanpakutou slung on her back as always, ready to release Minazuki as soon as she was needed.

Isane kept close to her captain, nodding once to both Nemu and Rangiku. She was afraid, it was obvious on her face. Afraid for Momo, afraid for what it meant if the truce died. She tried to hide it, but she'd never been able to cloak her anxiety very well.

"... Momo..." She whispered, covering her mouth with her hands in disbelief. She couldn't understand why this was happening, why it had to happen.

All she knew was that Itegumo was in her mind reassuring her softly, and she kept to Unohana-taichou's side. This couldn't... she didn't want to see Momo hurt again. She'd had to watch and help heal her and Hitsugaya-taichou before. She didn't want to have to see either or them broken and bloody again.

Peeking out from behind Isane, Hanatarou nodded to Matsumoto-fukutaichou and Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou, nervous to be somewhere so dangerous. And nervous for Hinamori-san, who was really too kind to be getting into this kind of thing.

With his captain and Isane here, he didn't think he would be of any use incase Hinamori-san was hurt, but he had wanted to come. If anything, just to be there for her.

Nemu nodded to each new arrival, face solemn. She smiled slightly at Hanatarou. He had healed her several times here in this City, and done quite a capable job each time.

"I am afraid we may need all of your services before the night is done."

Rangiku had remained silent while the others spoke, her mind split between Haineko's heightened senses and her own personal thoughts. "The truce... I'll talk to Aizen after... this is over. He'll see reason."

After nodding carefully to the newcomers, she brushed some dirt from her robes. "We can't allow open warfare between us here in the city. Too many would be in the same prediciment Nemu and I are in if we did..."

"If you could make Aizen see reason, it would be a miracle, Matsumoto-fukutaichou." Unohana didn't doubt Rangiku in any way; Aizen had never been one for being reasonable.

She watched the battle in silence for a moment.

"...Why did she do it?" It was a question that had been on her mind since she'd heard of Hinamori's challenge.

"... Momo always wants to protect everyone..." Isane murmured, hands still covering her mouth and muffling her voice. "Even if it puts her in danger."

She didn't want her hurt, though. But... Momo wouldn't listen for that reason.

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