Byakuya sat at his escritorio lectura the slight leather bound book, making notes when it fit Drako's Hoard. When he was done he looked at his notes coming to the only conclusion anyone would make. Drako's Hoard were the smiths they were hunting....he frowned bending his head in thought. It wasn't right and though Captain Zuraki could not remember who they were. He had remembered that the leader had dicho to tell her grandfather she had no plans on taking the throne. He shook his head. Why use the Soul Society to assassinate a member of the royal family? Especially one that did not want the title. He found his hand squeezing the pearl. He raised it up to his face, it was perfect. Just like the cache had been. A reward that would keep the coffers full for the siguiente five years. All except for a few pieces....all for one person. Jamie....didn't care about herself, just the kidnapped young woman. Yet it only led him to más questions. Starting with the pearl he held in his hand.
Mayouri eyed his uncommon guest. "You want me to age the pearl? For what reason? Do tu believe she must have more?" Byakuya closed his hand over the pearl. "Perhaps I made a mistake coming here." He turned to leave when Mayouri materialized in front of him in his creepy way. "But tu never make a mistake. So yes I will age the pearl. If tu please." Mayouri put his hand out to receive the item. Byakuya hesitated for a moment eyeing the man in front of him. Mayouri narrowed his eyes. Byakuya gave it over. Mayouri weighted it in his hand, eyeing the pearls glow in the light. Setting it on the mesa, tabla he opened his tool drawer and grabbed the age band. Before he could finish slipping it over the pearl it fried the band. "This is no ordinary pearl." Grabbing his special lenses he peered through the pearl's exterior to its heart.
"How interesting." He dicho licking his lips in anticipation of disecting the outer layers. He peeled off the glasses and smiled as he took out a vile of acid and a beaker.
Byakuya coughed. "Do not disturb me, Nemu!" Mayouri stilled and took a breath. " I believed that my predecessor was the creator of the hogyoku. But this predates most of the civilizations in the living realm and even some of ours. But what is surprising is whatever was caged inside still lives.
Mayouri eyed his uncommon guest. "You want me to age the pearl? For what reason? Do tu believe she must have more?" Byakuya closed his hand over the pearl. "Perhaps I made a mistake coming here." He turned to leave when Mayouri materialized in front of him in his creepy way. "But tu never make a mistake. So yes I will age the pearl. If tu please." Mayouri put his hand out to receive the item. Byakuya hesitated for a moment eyeing the man in front of him. Mayouri narrowed his eyes. Byakuya gave it over. Mayouri weighted it in his hand, eyeing the pearls glow in the light. Setting it on the mesa, tabla he opened his tool drawer and grabbed the age band. Before he could finish slipping it over the pearl it fried the band. "This is no ordinary pearl." Grabbing his special lenses he peered through the pearl's exterior to its heart.
"How interesting." He dicho licking his lips in anticipation of disecting the outer layers. He peeled off the glasses and smiled as he took out a vile of acid and a beaker.
Byakuya coughed. "Do not disturb me, Nemu!" Mayouri stilled and took a breath. " I believed that my predecessor was the creator of the hogyoku. But this predates most of the civilizations in the living realm and even some of ours. But what is surprising is whatever was caged inside still lives.
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.