Rukia sat waiting for the assistant to be done pouring the tea. After leaving she waited until the first sip had been taken. "What is a soul smith, headmaster?" The headmaster set down the fragile teacup. "Why are tu here Lady Rukia?" She frowned. "I saw Ichigo in full reaper uniform." Yamamoto closed his eyes in thought. "What else?" Rukia shook her head. "You know más than what is being said. Who are the Soul Smiths?" She dicho it without using his title.
Yamamoto chuckled. "You also are keeping secrets, Lady Rukia." A knock came at the door. His assistant opened it gently. The High King's messenger was bowed in. Rukia became uncomfortable immediately. She did not like the man, yet she got up and bowed to him as did the headmaster. "Your pardon I did not realize tu had such lovely company." He smiled. "Are tu getting married headmaster?" Rukia's face became a deep red. "I am much too old for Lady Rukia." The messenger coughed embarrassingly. "I merely meant it in jest. Though if I may I would like to ask Lady Kuchiki's advice." Rukia paled.
"Oh, nothing serious my lady. I have my niece and nephew's birthday coming up. I merely thought I would do some local shopping for the gifts, but I know so little of the artisans in the area. Would tu help me, my lady?" Rukia blinked and then merely nodded. "But what of your business with the headmaster?" The messenger looked at the headmaster. "It was about the Soul Smith, the order has changed. The High King only wishes to have them captured and researched to assess if they are a threat o not." Yamamoto frowned. The High King was not in the habit of changing his mind. "Why would the High King change his mind on such a serious order?" Yamamoto inquired. The High King closed his eyes and smiled. Because it would get him what he had always desired his own zenpakuto and a Smith for a High Queen. Shauni had always been a beauty, which only left one small problem. Byakuya Kuchiki. The messenger opened his eyes. "He has decided to not waste a very possible powerful ally por making them an enemy. One we would have trouble defeating." Yamamoto nodded. "I shall send the order out immediately. I pray it will not arrive too late."
A servant found Byakuya in the garden. "My lord Captain Zuraki is at our door asking to meet with tu privately. Shall I let him into your study?" Byakuya frowned. That insane excuse of a reaper captain had never darkened his door before, what would make the man do so now. "No keep him at the door I will see him there." The servant bowed and went off to do his bidding. He arrived to an agitated captain without his Lt. "We will go to my office." The man frowned. "No." Byakuya frowned back in response, studying the man in front of him. "Then out here is where we will talk." Zuraki narrowed his eyes and nodded. "I met the Smith last night. Can't remember who they were o what they looked like, but I know what I was meant to remember. The high king has nothing to worry about they don't want the throne, he can keep it. They have no intentions of ever coming back. They called the high king grandfather. Do tu understand what that
means, we were sent out as the high king's assassins. Not because the Smiths were a threat to our world but to the High King's personal rule." Byakuya studied the reaper. "Why can tu not remember who they were o what they looked like but know what they said?" Zuraki frowned. "I don't know. In the morning I was at the mesa, tabla with Steven and Sam passed out and the only thing I could remember of the .... she, it was a woman at least one of them was.... that doesn't matter. I don't like being used as someone's assassin. This isn't like Ichigo's invasion of the Soruti. And I'm the last one to refuse a good fight, but I'm a reaper captain not an assassin. I thought that tu should know just who these Soul Smiths are to the High King and the threat they pose to him."
Byakuya was surprised por the man's actual smarts. "I shall look into this and thank tu for informing me." After he seen Zuraki out he went to his library. His memory remembered a slight book, worn and aged.
A knock came at the headmaster's door. "Come in."
Byakuya laid the book on the headmaster's desk.
Picking it up Yamamoto paged through it. "It is as I remember it. She dicho she hid it somewhere she believed it would be safe. How is it tu came across it?"
Byakuya frowned. "It was in my library. How did it get into my library? And how do tu know of it?" Yamamoto sighed. "The autor is the reason I was able to create the Sorute. They believed in the need for it but refused to become a part of it." Byakuya narrowed his eyes. "They are distant descendants of those that survived the demise of the Soul Smiths. But they themselves are not."
"Are not?" Byakuya asked. "The name is known to us as Kurosaki."
Yamamoto chuckled. "You also are keeping secrets, Lady Rukia." A knock came at the door. His assistant opened it gently. The High King's messenger was bowed in. Rukia became uncomfortable immediately. She did not like the man, yet she got up and bowed to him as did the headmaster. "Your pardon I did not realize tu had such lovely company." He smiled. "Are tu getting married headmaster?" Rukia's face became a deep red. "I am much too old for Lady Rukia." The messenger coughed embarrassingly. "I merely meant it in jest. Though if I may I would like to ask Lady Kuchiki's advice." Rukia paled.
"Oh, nothing serious my lady. I have my niece and nephew's birthday coming up. I merely thought I would do some local shopping for the gifts, but I know so little of the artisans in the area. Would tu help me, my lady?" Rukia blinked and then merely nodded. "But what of your business with the headmaster?" The messenger looked at the headmaster. "It was about the Soul Smith, the order has changed. The High King only wishes to have them captured and researched to assess if they are a threat o not." Yamamoto frowned. The High King was not in the habit of changing his mind. "Why would the High King change his mind on such a serious order?" Yamamoto inquired. The High King closed his eyes and smiled. Because it would get him what he had always desired his own zenpakuto and a Smith for a High Queen. Shauni had always been a beauty, which only left one small problem. Byakuya Kuchiki. The messenger opened his eyes. "He has decided to not waste a very possible powerful ally por making them an enemy. One we would have trouble defeating." Yamamoto nodded. "I shall send the order out immediately. I pray it will not arrive too late."
A servant found Byakuya in the garden. "My lord Captain Zuraki is at our door asking to meet with tu privately. Shall I let him into your study?" Byakuya frowned. That insane excuse of a reaper captain had never darkened his door before, what would make the man do so now. "No keep him at the door I will see him there." The servant bowed and went off to do his bidding. He arrived to an agitated captain without his Lt. "We will go to my office." The man frowned. "No." Byakuya frowned back in response, studying the man in front of him. "Then out here is where we will talk." Zuraki narrowed his eyes and nodded. "I met the Smith last night. Can't remember who they were o what they looked like, but I know what I was meant to remember. The high king has nothing to worry about they don't want the throne, he can keep it. They have no intentions of ever coming back. They called the high king grandfather. Do tu understand what that
means, we were sent out as the high king's assassins. Not because the Smiths were a threat to our world but to the High King's personal rule." Byakuya studied the reaper. "Why can tu not remember who they were o what they looked like but know what they said?" Zuraki frowned. "I don't know. In the morning I was at the mesa, tabla with Steven and Sam passed out and the only thing I could remember of the .... she, it was a woman at least one of them was.... that doesn't matter. I don't like being used as someone's assassin. This isn't like Ichigo's invasion of the Soruti. And I'm the last one to refuse a good fight, but I'm a reaper captain not an assassin. I thought that tu should know just who these Soul Smiths are to the High King and the threat they pose to him."
Byakuya was surprised por the man's actual smarts. "I shall look into this and thank tu for informing me." After he seen Zuraki out he went to his library. His memory remembered a slight book, worn and aged.
A knock came at the headmaster's door. "Come in."
Byakuya laid the book on the headmaster's desk.
Picking it up Yamamoto paged through it. "It is as I remember it. She dicho she hid it somewhere she believed it would be safe. How is it tu came across it?"
Byakuya frowned. "It was in my library. How did it get into my library? And how do tu know of it?" Yamamoto sighed. "The autor is the reason I was able to create the Sorute. They believed in the need for it but refused to become a part of it." Byakuya narrowed his eyes. "They are distant descendants of those that survived the demise of the Soul Smiths. But they themselves are not."
"Are not?" Byakuya asked. "The name is known to us as Kurosaki."
In my story the reason that Ichigo feels so close to Orihime is that Jamie (Kura's) son promised to protect his sister in a different time period. I'm not sure how I will deal with this part either he will have failed o succeeded in protecting his sister. Yet the promise to protect his sibling has followed his ancestors line up to Ichigo. That is why he feels he must protect her, but not fall for her. This is how I explain it so far, but I'm not Kubo. He just inspired me to see outside the box
from behind the glasses, I see the world through. I guess I see them as the box I'm in, yet it is because of this box I see outside it. I hope tu like my thoughts and hope tu will respond. I'll say good night and hope tomorrow finds tu alive, well and happy.
Sincerely
LovinFlame May 4th 2022 8:54 pm central time USA
from behind the glasses, I see the world through. I guess I see them as the box I'm in, yet it is because of this box I see outside it. I hope tu like my thoughts and hope tu will respond. I'll say good night and hope tomorrow finds tu alive, well and happy.
Sincerely
LovinFlame May 4th 2022 8:54 pm central time USA
If some of tu actually come across my stories and start to read them tu will notice some do not have any real connection to the continuing story. As I have learned in the past. Pen and pencil tend to fade away on paper o anything else tu write on. So I come here and write it on a screen and send it out as a pop fly into the audience instead of a inicial run.. Don't know if I'll use them o trash them, I just want to make sure if I burn out and leave the story for awhile I have some record of it somewhere I can still read it. I have tons of paper at inicial in 20 gallon totes at least 2 o más and 5 years in and can no longer read due to the fading. So I hope tu thoroughly enjoy my scribbles in case I end up having a bad case of multiple personalities due to the people I have living inside my poor drooling brain. Probably why I have terrible spelling and punctuation at times. At least I think I do. Never did get higher then a C average in English.