Wind's Calling

Tense

"A weak hallow can't do this," a snout snarled in her face. She was laughing, that malicious laugh was sounding as it attempted to tear her apart. The hallow itself wasn't in good condition either.
"Someone muzzle this cat," she laughed. It was hit to the side and it was a struggle for this version of her to stand. The pain only added to the burning and raging torrent in her ears but it felt fine. It felt natural now, not like when she was awake.
"I will destroy you," it screamed. The maw came down on (Y/n), the stabbing of its teeth closing around her head.

No one heard the screaming as (Y/n) smashed her hands through her dining table. The wood splintered and shattered, leaving her hands bloodied as her chest heaved. Fear wasn't even the word to describe her emotions as she gently touched at her neck. It explained the scars if those dreams weren't dreams at all. It would explain why she forgot.
None of that was her. None of these dreams were her own memories, not the conscious ones. (Y/n) quickly got dressed, flashing from the apartment to Urahara's shop. He stood outside the door, his lips a thin line as he stared at her. "You forgot the mask," he called out.
His nonchalant tone threw her off but she stiffened, feeling at her face and wrenching the mask down. There was silence before he smiled softly at her, walking forward. "Is that why you disappeared? Because you were experimented on?"
"I- I don't remember," she croaked. A longer silence filled the air between them.
"Well, isn't that unfortunate," he sighed. He looked around and waved his hand, "They left already. Why don't we bandage your hands and get you going?"
"Urahara-"
"You're not the only one," he stated. He walked and stood in front of her, wrapping her hands carefully. "And I know you want to keep it a secret. You can trust me." She stared at the bandages when he patted her hands, his held out with his palm up. "You don't want to take it with you, do you," he asked after a moment.
She placed them in his hands, a sense of relieved confusion consuming her, "I don't understand."
"We'll talk later then. I'm sure I can explain things to you," he nodded. "Get going. There's a battle happening. I'm sure you can sense it."
"Thank- thank you," she muttered. She flash stepped, following the heavy pressure that was growing in size from a distance. (Y/n) hadn't kept up with the investigation before her grandfather placed her on it, mainly because she believed he would keep her close to monitor her. Maybe it was because she voiced the fear he didn't understand that she was here now. He may have thought it was because of the substitute soul reaper they had fought about. She caught the presence of the bounts running away and she slid to a stop.
Smaller creatures began to fly about and (Y/n) looked up at them, squinting before pushing the gigai off. She shot into the air, standing still and watching them. She shot after them, drawing her zanpakuto quickly. A soul reaper was with a white haired man and a dark skinned ginger, all three looking back as she closed in on them. Her sword collided with the soul reaper's his eyes widening as her momentum sent them flying into a tree.
The bigger man grabbed at her, missing as she flashed behind him and kicked him into the soul reaper. Her heart began to race, excitement filling her as the men pulled away from each other quickly. "Look at that. A traitor? Here of all places?"
Her spiritual pressure rose, the two struggling to stand as she turned to the white haired bount. "Are you the one in charge then?"
"And who might you be," he asked. (Y/n) swung at him, his hand hitting her blades away.
"You think I'd say," she snorted. Something hard hit her to the side and she grunted as she went through a tree trunk. She grunted, shifting and placing her feet on a tree just past it before pushing off towards them. She stopped short, their presence gone from the area. (Y/n) grit her teeth and slammed Kamaitachi into the base of the tree they were slammed into. "Damn it all."
"(Y/n)," Renji called. She glared over at him and he stopped short, raising an arm up and leaning back. "Hey, are you all right?"
"I lost them," she snapped. "I lost them and they had a soul reaper? Who was he?"
"Ichinose from squad eleven," Renji slowly relaxed his arm, slowly walking forward. "You know, that look could kill, (Y/n)."
"Shut up Renji," (Y/n) huffed.
"What has you so tense," he snapped. "I didn't think you could get any worse than before."
"It's not like that," (Y/n) barked. "Im just- there's a lot going on right now, okay?"
"Did you fight them," he asked.
"Yeah but they got away," she growled and grabbed her zanpakuto. She tore it out, sheathing it and clenching her hands. They hurt from the table, her adrenaline was spiking higher and all she could think about was hitting something. "This needs to end."
"We can't rush it. If they got away, they got away," Renji sighed. "What's wrong with you right now? You're not acting like yourself."
"Shut up Renji," (Y/n) glared at him again, shoving her hands into her pockets. "Right, let's go pack your crap. I have a free futon and I said I'd take in the moocher."
He stared for a bit before sighing with a grunt, "You know what? I think you should go back to the Soul Society. You're too stressed out about all of this."
"Are you telling me I'm incapable," she growled.
"I'm saying you're too aggressive," he snapped.
"There you two are," they looked to Rukia, her eyes widening slightly at the looks on their faces. "What's going on? Did something big happen?"
"Yes."
"No," Renji and (Y/n) replied at the same time, their gazes turning to one another.
"You will be returning to the Soul Society," he ordered.
"I won't be," (Y/n) snapped back. "I was sent here to assist."
"You're getting in the way," Renji snorted.

The apartment was quiet, Renji sitting across the table as (Y/n) tried not to nod off. Why was she so tired all the time? It was making her angry again and she didn't understand why. "Get some sleep, idiot," Renji sniffed. "You've been doing that all day. You need to take care of yourself."
"If I fall asleep, I'll break another table," (Y/n) mumbled. Renji scowled and set his elbow on the patched up table. (Y/n) had taped it together and put a large cloth over it to hide the damage before he arrived.
"Your table is fine," he groaned. He put his jaw in his palm and there was a splintering sound as he fell through, hitting his chin against the caved in wood. (Y/n) sighed and stood up, walking to the kitchen and coming back with the duct tape.
"I broke it," she muttered. She flipped it over and started fixing it again, her shaking hands making it difficult. Renji quietly watched, a frown on his face that seemed deeper than normal because of his tattoos.
"You remember when we were in school together," he asked slowly. It caught (Y/n) off guard and she looked up at him, slowly nodding.
"We were friends," she confirmed.
"Do you remember that time I was down because of Rukia's adoption," he asked. She scowled but nodded again, turning the table back over.
"I had to make you train to forget," she sighed.
"Will that work for you," he questioned quietly. "It isn't right seeing you like this. We don't even know what happened to you that made you disappear for so long."
"Even I don't know that," she put the cloth over the table again as Renji rubbed his chin. "All I know is I can't sleep unless I want to end up hurting someone. I told Urahara you could stay here because I figured you were getting picked on for staying for free."
"This isn't much different," he sighed and looked around. "You really hid here for years?"
"Only a few," she nodded. "When I came to, I didn't know where to go so I ended up coming to the world of the living."
"You mean you weren't here," he blinked and leaned forward, avoiding leaning on the table this time.
"I don't want to talk about it, Renji. I just want to sit in quiet," she sighed. It went quiet as he stared at her expectantly. "What?"
"I'm just trying to understand what's wrong here. Did you know even your spiritual energy has changed? You're completely different," he leaned back, waving his forearms.
"My spiritual energy changed," she asked slowly.
"It's more assertive and aggressive. We could feel it all the way to the mansion," he rubbed his hair back. "I just don't get it."
"There's nothing to get though. I don't remember anything," she laid back on the floor, her arms out. "When I gained consciousness again I didn't think I could go back. I thought the old man would have had my head because I vanished. I didn't mean to, really. I just don't know what happened."
"You came back stronger but there's something off about it," he stood up and walked to the kitchen, digging through the fridge. "It's like this isn't your own power."
"I promise I'm me," (Y/n) responded slowly, trying to think of words to say in the situation. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I'll keep a tighter reign on my temper."
"What happened the night you disappeared," he was beginning to interrogate her and she felt attacked. Why did it matter to him? He wasn't the one who felt the burning or the pain. He didn't have to deal with it every time he closed his eyes to fall asleep.
"I got into an argument with my grandpa over the substitute soul reaper that was executed. I left to clear my head," she muttered. She hesitated, trying to decide what to tell him and what not to. "I remember being attacked and glasses but everything else is hazy."
"Is there any way to recover it," he came back with two cups of tea but by the time he set it down, (Y/n)'s eyes had closed.