Liksa and Toshiro could feel their heart pounding, corresponding each others presence. "Oh yeah long time no see Renji, I guess you guys are the ones Kisuke talked about" Liksa gave an awkward smile. "Yeap, we're tasked to stay in the world of the living in anticipation of another Arrancar attack, but I'm sure Urahara already explained everything to you" Renji elaborated.
Liksa took a step back "Alright then, I hope all of you settle in well, then I'll be going" Liksa hurriedly left when Toshiro called out to her "Hey, wait-! Ugh" Toshiro sighed, but he was glad that he could at least get a better look at her.
He had to admit she was otherworldly beautiful, her features were sharp, but held a kind gaze. She had a fully matured body as her uniform hugged her curves, though what captivated him most was her crimson eyes that seemed to glow.
Rangiku erupted in a laughter "Captain.. I can't believe you got rejected again" She said in between laughters. "Shut it Matsumoto" Toshiro warned while the other three looked confused. Rangiku proceeded telling an over exaggerated story of what's going on, earning her a knuckle to the head.
Liksa closed the door to her house and leaned against it. She clenched the uniform on her chest "That Kisuke... He didn't tell me who the soul society sent here" Liksa shook her head and pushed herself off the door "It would be best to continue to avoid him or my instincts are going to run wild again" Liksa ran a hand through her hair.
She went to her living room book shelf and grabbed a book titled 'After Dark' by Haruki Murakami. She plopped herself down on the sofa and began reading. She took her mind off the matter and winded down, she needed to calm herself and plan out what she needs to do in the future while considering a new factor, Toshiro.
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l Locked l Bleach Fancfic {REWRITE}
Lãng mạnTime goes on, it doesn't stop for anyone. Time is constantly chasing us, for us as time goes on, death approaches. It's different for her, she didn't worry for her untimely death, instead something else in time chases her. A running faucet in a lock...