These are the first two chapters of my fan fiction of Byakuya & Hisana. Preferably you know Bleach and have watched until episode 62 before reading. There are a few Bleach term in there but you can overcome the problem with a bit of interpretation.

Featured AMV, Introduction: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swkhi_hKFsQ

Chapter 1: Encounter

"I'm going to teach you! Not serving me any sake!"

Kuchiki Byakuya. Youngest male offspring of the noble Kuchiki clan in Seireitei. Currently their only heir. Byakuya can often be found hanging out at the inn, where all shinigami come to relax, talk and zip some good sake. In Byakuya's case however this would mean, empty cases of sake by himself, getting drunk and getting into fights.

Byakuya hammered his empty sake bottle down on the table. "I'm not done yet! I want more sake!" The innkeeper hastily brought a new bottle, placing it next to the empty one, which he took with him. Byakuya broke the seal and drank straight from the bottle.

"Hey Kuchiki-san! Can't you give the old guy a break?" Byakuya just finished a large haul of sake and peered into the direction where the words were coming from. He got on his feet, stumbling on his left leg. "You got something against it!?" Byakuya paced towards the shinigami sitting in the right corner. "This is a inn don't you know!? Byakuya asked him. The shinigami, sitting at a small table, turned around and replied: "I know that. It’s just ..." Before the shinigami could finish his sentence, Byakuya grabbed hold of his sleeves and pulled him up. "THEN what do you think you're saying!" he shouted in his face. The shinigami shook Byakuya off. "Let’s take this outside!" Byakuya commanded.

The two shinigami faced each other outside the inn. It was getting crowdie. The inn had emptied as everyone was curious for a fight. Passerby's also stopped to see what the fuzz was about. "I'm going to cut that drunken head of yours right off!" the shinigami shouted. "Kuchiki or not!" Byakuya unsheathed his soul slayer. "You think you can win he?" In a swift draw the shinigami drew his soul slayer and stormed at Byakuya, some 20 feet away. He held his soul slayer low at first but then raised it above his head, intending to cleave Byakuya from above. He let out a loud battleroar. Byakuya answered that roar and started running towards the oncoming shinigami. Both swung their soul slayers at each other, the shinigami from above and Byakuya from below. Their blades met at eye height. Their faces were so near to each other, Byakuya could feel his opponent’s breath upon his face. The shinigami pushed Byakuya back and attack once more. Again their blades met at eye height. Byakuya shifted the weight of his soul slayer slightly to the left resulting is both blades sheering along each other’s edge until they left contact. His opponent, now stepping towards Byakuya's left, swung his soul slayer in a horizontal swing from his right at Byakuya. Byakuya leapt rightward and turned face towards his opponent in mid-air. Now Byakuya took the initiative. He launched a strong diagonal swing from his lower right-hand side, aimed at his opponent neck. The shinigami reacted just in time by countering Byakuya's swing with a strong blow towards the oncoming blade. The soul slayers clashed at shoulder height. Byakuya's soul slayer was leaning against his opponent', who held it vertically in front of his left shoulder. The two shinigami leapt backward for a renewed attack.

The shinigami opted for the same attack as in the beginning, storming towards Byakuya, full speed, with the soul slayer above his head. Byakuya positioned his right next to his shoulder, holding it upward. At the moment his opponent raised his soul slayer for a crushing blow, Byakuya made his first step towards him. Then, as struck by lightning, Byakuya ceased moving.

"What was that!?" he asked himself.
"Who is there?"

Behind his opponent, no behind the onlookers even. "Who traverses the street there? So gently?" As if time had slowed down, Byakuya's vision centered on a single person, behind the crowd. Whose image could stop this raging shinigami dead in his tracks? Byakuya peered harder, he was sure he saw that person; somebody was blocking his view in the crowd.

"Whose visage is there?"

Then, from behind the mass, a little bit over there in the street beyond. A woman appeared. Byakuya's eyes lit up. A goddess, a pearl among pebbles! Byakuya's eyes scanned this woman's body. Her long black hair, elegantly flowing over he delicate shoulders. That milk white skin! Like a pure sheath of fresh snow, casting new depths of white everywhere you look. It stood in stark contrast with those lively deep black eyes. A gentle smile, lightened up her face, as if she knew no trouble. Her tender fingers were holding a big jar.

Totally passed out by the one sided encounter, Byakuya totally missed his opportunity to block his opponent' blow. He suddenly realised he was in the middle of a fight! He struck out at the oncoming blade but it was to late, he deflected most of the blow but could not prevent the tip from hitting his forehead. It cut the skin and the eyebrow. Byakuya fell to the ground. Byakuya rested on his hands and knees. His opponent came at him and delivered a strong kick in the back, sending Byakuya flat on the ground. Numb with pain, he couldn't hear the shinigami's cursing. Instead he looked in the direction where he saw that woman. He searched everywhere, his eye's scanning every angle, but there was little he could make out. Just then, he briefly saw her again, turning around the corner. Then she was gone, and all went dark before Byakuya's eyes.

Chapter 2: Longing

"I'm coming!" a servant walked across the courtyard towards a large red gate. The courtyard was huge and lush with green grass. In its centre a white pebbled plaza with a fountain sprouting fresh water. The courtyard was encircled by cherry blossoms all along the sides. A bleu stone road leads from the massive central palace towards the gate. The servant arrived at the gate and opened a peek hole. "Who’s there?" The face of a shinigami was visible out on the streets. He greeted the servant and said: "My deepest apologies sir, we have orders to deliver Kuchiki-dono here!"

The servant peered to the left. Clutched in between the arms of two shinigami hung Byakuya, his head lowered. A stream of blood oozed out from underneath a bandage around his head. The blood made its way along Byakuya's eyebrow where it accumulated, then a droplet fell of onto the ground.

The servant immediately closed the peek hole and ordered the gate opened. Two guards unlocked the gate and pulled the large doors open. The servant yelled for help, not long after that, she-servants hastily made their way towards Byakuya and took him over from the shinigami. He was brought inside for treatment. The servant turned around but was halted by the lead shinigami. "Uh sir, I was ordered to give you this too. A letter addressed to Kuchiki Ginrei."

Ginrei sat in the tea room. "How is my grandson?" he asked. The servant replied: "Asleep but well, he will recover soon milord" Ginrei read the letter.

"To the most honorable Kuchiki Ginrei, leader of the noble house of Kuchiki:

I regret to inform you that your son, Kuchiki Byakuya, was caught fighting outside of an inn. To make matters worse, he was found in an intoxicated state. During his fight he sustained injury to the eyebrow and broke two ribs. He was healed by two 4th Squad members. Immediately after that 2nd Squad officers took him into custody.

Because of our houses long legacy and deep friendship I have ordered the immediate release of Byakuya-dono, your son. However we cannot permit such actions to occur again. In order to give the matter some time I have suspended Kuchiki Byakuya from active duty for two weeks as of this day.

Yours,

Yoruichi Yukino"

Ginrei closed the letter again. "My Byakuya, always the same" he thought.
Byakuya opened his eyes. He was staring at the wooden ceiling. His head hurt. His back hurt. But hurt most of all was his pride. Beaten up, with everybody watching! What was he thinking? Distracted at a moment of great peril. That woman!

Byakuya suddenly realized. “That woman!” he yelled. He jumped up of his mattress, flinging aside the sheets. He took a look in the large standing mirror in his room. The bandage around his head is fresh. He turned his back and saw two dark blue bruises with his ribs clearly outlined white and red. Sore spots for sure but nothing he couldn’t handle. For all he knew, she could still be there, stalling through the streets. Determined to go look for her he put on fresh clothes.

“Who could she be?”
“What is her name?”
“Where is she from?”

These questions kept bothering Byakuya as he sped through the endless corridors. Just as he went around another corner he was stopped by his grandfather. Ginrei looked serious. “Grandson.” He started. “How are you feeling today?” Byakuya walked around his grandfather and said: “I’m fine! I got to go!” and started running again. Ginrei made a gesture to commend his to stop but Byakuya disappeared around the corner. Ginrei sighed; “Whatever has to become of him?” he thought.

Byakuya went back to the inn. The people in the streets were as busy as ever. Mostly servants coming to collect goods from shops and shinigami buying food and other merchandise. Byakuya liked this part of Seireitei for the good inns and the nobility coming to chat with one another. Although you could get anything you please, there atmosphere was calm and gentle. Befitting Seireitei, unlike markets and inns in Rukongai of course. Along his way Byakuya remembered how he hates Rukongai, in fact all of the Kuchiki clan hate Rukongai commoners and their ways. They are unbefitting nobility, scum, unmannered and uncivilized. Rukongai folk are dangerous for noble people; you never know what they might do since they lack the civil manners and gentle attitude of the noble houses.

The woman was certainly not at the inn, nor anywhere near where he saw he yesterday. Byakuya patrolled the streets in the area. Maybe she works somewhere!? Maybe she is a servant noble of one of the great noble houses? He remembered what Ginrei said about that:

“It is quite common for servants to be of noble birth. These lesser-noble houses are often dedicated servants of higher-noble houses. They pass on their servitude generation to generation. It is acceptable if you choose a wife from amidst one of these houses.”

Byakuya looked in every shop and asked passerbies. However his description of her leads him nowhere. No one knew her or remembered seeing her.

“Where is she?”

“Where could she have gone? I’m sure she went around this corner yesterday. But. But then what? Did she go straight ahead? Or took a turn left or right? Maybe she went back?”

“No, going back wouldn’t make sense! She either turned left or right or straight ahead!” Byakuya pained himself over his dilemma. “Not straight ahead, this road only leads to the southern gate into Rukongai! So it’s either left or right! I can do this!”

Byakuya stood at a crossroads. To the left, he knew was the road towards shinigami kidou school. “She wouldn’t be a shinigami, would she?” To the right was in the direction of the noble houses.

“For god sake, where is she!”

“Since she didn’t turn back its not where the commoners of Seireitei life and it can’t be Rukongai for sure. So she must life somewhere near where I came from!” Then at that moment, something grabbed Byakuya. A strong surge of longing drew his gaze towards the great wall of Seireitei.
Something made him feel as if all his dreams and desires were in that direction. Rukongai. Byakuya stood silent for a while. “It must be right!” He shook his head and turned right, back to the noble houses district.

Byakuya knew all of the great noble houses. If she was there, she must have been of lesser nobility. He made up mind and talk to Yoruichi-sama about this. If he had to he’s visit them all to enquire about that woman’s whereabouts.

Quite a long stroll later Byakuya arrived at Yoruichi house. He accused himself for not using the rickshaw. “For what do we have servants anyway?” He was granted access and respectfully told to wait for a member of the noble house to greet him. Byakuya set down in the grand assemble, basically a big room with seats and a stairs leading up to the private quarters. He sat against the wall, facing against the opposite wall, with the stairs situated to his right. After a while, Byakuya peeked to his right. No one yet. He wondered what took them so long. He peeked again. “How long are you going to stare!” a voice yelled in his ear. Byakuya leapt up and focused his attention towards a familiar face. The face of Yoruichi-sama, the oldest daughter of the Yoruichi house. She was smiling a bit, as if she wanted to prove something. “Yoruichi-sama!” he yelled at her. “What’s up?” she asked ever so politely. Byakuya followed her into the tea room. “Care for some tea?” she asked Byakuya. Etiquette forbade him to decline since he came uninvited and unexpected.

A servant brought tea and both Byakuya and Yoruichi-sama sat down to drink. The tea room was richly stocked with green plants and wonderful flowers. This provided a soothing atmosphere. Exactly what Byakuya needed right now. “So what brings you here little Byakuya” Yoruichi wanted to know. Byakuya hestitated for a moment. Although she was annoying sometimes, she was the only person he could call a friend. “I’m looking for someone” he started. Yoruichi-sama poured in some tea. She looked at him briefly and asked whilst returning her attention to the tea: “Oh my, and who could this someone be?” Byakuya again hesitated to answer; the situation was so embarrassing it was unbearable. He remained silent for a while. Then, mustering all his will and desire he answered: “Actually, I don’t know her! I thought she…” Blatantly interrupting Byakuya, Yoruichi-sama yelled: “A girl! Tell me! Tell me!” Byakuya blushed and was too shy to proceed. His eyes turned down towards the ground. He peeked up and saw Yoruichi-sama’s big glistering eyes begging for more. “All right then!” he concluded. “I’m looking for a girl, I don’t know her name but I thought she might be a member of the lesser noble houses in servitude of one of the great noble houses.” Yoruichi-sama’s gaze went stale. She pondered over what he said. “Well, what does she look like?” Byakuya took some time to remember exactly. “Well…”

“She wore a plain brown dress. She’s a bit shorter then you are.”
“She has long black hair, shiny and deep. The tips meet perfectly into perfect locks. Her skin is so pure, like a sheath of fresh snow. She has deep dark eyes, like deep ponds in a winter field. Her hands are gentle with slender long fingers. She’s like a single white cherry blossom petal, gracefully riding the gentle evening breeze, making her way among the meaningless masses.”

Yoruichi-sama listened bewildered to his story. She cut him short: “Stop stop stop! This doesn’t sound like anyone from the noble houses!” Byakuya had a startled look in his eyes. Yoruichi-sama continued: First of all, a plain brown dress? And I don’t know anyone that fits that description and I regularly mingle with the lesser noble houses. Where did you meet her?” Byakuya took her words into his mind. “Well, at Old Seireitei Inn, why?” Yoruichi-sama shook her head: “Can’t help you, she’s clearly not nobility! Maybe she’s just a commoner in Seireitei?” The answer of Yoruichi-sama hurt Byakuya in innumerable ways. He nodded as if he confounded in this but in his heart a feeling of great disappointment brew. He felt cold, as if outside on a cold winter’s night, naked and frostbitten. He felt no desire to speak or think about happiness. He knew he had lost a great chance, a dream, in his life. Although he had only seen her once, he knew this to be true. Byakuya finished his tea and said his goodbyes to Yoruichi-sama. He made his way home, slowly, not eager to the warmth of his chamber, or the cheerfulness of the children. Nor was he eager to join supper and converse with his grandfather. He did not long for his bed or his favorite books. He wanted to remain cold, helpless and lost. He only longed to remain in this state of despair. He was afraid to ever feel warm again, afraid to let go of this memory and take the rest of his life for granted. Rather than that, Byakuya chose to eat away at his soul everyday for the rest of his life. To remain swimming in a pool of sorrow and regret. He asked himself for pity and within minutes he was addicted to it.

Byakuya passed through the gate and was greeted by the servants. He did not answer. That night he had dinner in his room. He wished not to share his pain thus he locked it away with himself.

Interlude: Redemption

“Byakuya” it echoed in the dark. “Byakuya, can you hear me Byakuya?” Byakuya, conscious but unaware of where he was tried to look around. Endless shades of darkness greeted his eyes. “Over here Byakuya, can you see me?” an echoing voice commended. “Where?” Byakuya asked. He followed the soft spoken male voice around in the total absence of light. Step by step, slowly creeping forward Byakuya could hear the voice getting louder. “Over here Byakuya, I am here.” Then the faintest of light peeked through the darkness and reached out for Byakuya’s eyes. Byakuya sighed relieved and walked cautiously towards the light. The light grew larger and larger. Byakuya looked around, wary of where he was. “Do not be afraid Byakuya, you know this place like no other” the voice assured him. The light took on many colors, the ground shone green and the sky blue. A vague figure appeared in the centre. It looked like a thin person with many hands. Byakuya approached the figure. With every step his view sharpened. The green light turned into grass, it felt soft as Byakuya realized he was bear footed. He looked around again and noticed that the visage just in front of him was crystal clear to him but anything a couple of steps away faded into a mix of colors and then disappear into a white cloak. Byakuya gathered his resolve and continued walking towards the figure. He notices white and pink specks falling off the figure. “Who are you?” Byakuya asked. The voice replied: “I am part of you as you are now part of me.” Byakuya thought for a moment. “I don’t know who you are!” he concluded. “Long have you ignored your true intentions Byakuya, your heart and mind are in disarray.” A flash of bright light blinded Byakuya, he raised up his hand to block it from his eyes. The light resided, enough for Byakuya to see. In front of him, a visage so beautiful appeared he had no words. A cherry blossom tree, its bark curved and cornered at exactly the right angle, its branches were long and elegant, among its lush green leaves sprung cherry pink white cherry blossoms. The flowers, each of which perfect as the image of a little angel, constantly flowered and fell off. This in turn caused a permanent shower of cherry blossom petals. Just as soon as a flower fell a new flower blossomed and sprouted its leave. Its aura shined brightly above it, capturing all the colors of the spectrum, each color gently fading into the next. The light casted a ambience upon the cherry blossom, intensifying the blossoms colors. The image struck Byakuya so beautiful that he dropped to his knees and wept in wonder. Byakuya felt like he was touched by the image of Kami-sama himself. A deep warmth yet ominous feeling embraced him. “I feel like I have known you for a very long time! Please, who are you?” A soothing silence followed as Byakuya let this feeling overpower him completely. Then the voice answered: “My name is…” and then a thousand voices over stemmed all comprehension: “Senbonzakura” Byakuya, awed and humbled by the might of this voice, suddenly realized it. “You…You are my soul slayer” Byakuya bowed his head until his forehead met the ground. “Byakuya-dono, listen carefully!” Senbonzakura commanded. “Whatever you wish” Byakuya replied. “You are wary and your heart is seeking for rest and certainty.” Byakuya looked up, he knew Senbonzakura was right. “Whenever you need my help call out for me, command me and I shall lend you my power. Order me to scatter my leaves.” The bark opened and inside its wooden interior Byakuya’s soul slayer appeared. “Take it” Senbonzakura commended. Byakuya got up and walked towards the soul slayer. “Now draw it and repeat” Byakuya drew the sword from its scabbard. “Scatter, Senbonzakura.”

Chapter 3: Sacrifice

“Please sir, I can give you half now! I’ll pay you back!” A mean look from behind the counter said enough. The shopkeeper angrily replied: “Be gone! We have no need for you beggar kind here!” Hisana quickly turned around and walked out of the small shop. “Again, no food.” She sighed. Slowly she paced through the streets. No food, no shelter, no comfort, only misery. Day after day it’s the same thing over again. A struggle to stay alive, to find food and still their immense hunger. “Having spirit power is a so bothersome!” Everyday Hisana looks, works, begs, and steals to survive. Every day it gets harder as Hisana readies herself for yet another night of hunger. After hours of meaningless wandering about town she decides it’s about time to seek some shelter. Settling down in an alley, she took off her makeshift back pack. The alley was dark and cold; however it was the only kind of shelter she could find.
“The money I made went pretty quickly!” she thought. She uncovered a piece of cloth from the backpack and there revealed itself a small face. An infant, too young to walk, accompanied Hisana everywhere she went. She showed the infant a small earthenware flask. “Look Rukia, I bought some water!” Hisana also presented a few scrapes of bread, which she dipped into the water and then fed the small child, who eagerly wolfed it down. At the sight of the slightest bit of food, Hisana’s stomach quenched itself into every corner, causing sharp pains. Hisana tried to remember the last time she ate. Despite her suffering, she endured it and fed all the food she had to Rukia. After allowing the infant to drink, Hisana emptied the small flask of water herself. The small amount of water did little to alleviate her hunger. She held Rukia close to her body to offer her at least some warmth. Hisana herself had no means of warming her body except for the worn out robe she always wore.

At nights, she would often wander through the residence districts. Walking past the doors and windows, hearing the people inside enjoying good meals and laughing at each other’s jokes. She could hear the children put to bed by their parents or guardians. Warm beds in warm homes. She wished, “I wish.” To have people who care for you, around you, helping and being helped by you. “I wish I could give that to you Rukia…but I can’t. I’m sorry.” Every night, when falling asleep, Hisana blamed herself for not being able to provide for Rukia. “I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry” “I’m sorry”. Still shivering, she finally fell asleep.

Feeling a forceful blow to her side, Hisana suddenly woke up. The blow was so strong; she fell to the ground, only barely managing to avoid crushing Rukia. Startled as she was she noticed it was daylight. “What are you thinking!? Sleeping on my porch!?” an angry voice spoke out loud. Hisana turned to look behind. An angry looking man stood, looking over her. “Get out of here scum!” he yelled at her. Hisana quickly got on her feet. “My deepest apologies!” she replied. She made a few steps but suddenly felt very feint. The cold, hunger and lack of sleep had taken their toll on her body and spirit. She irresistibly crumbled to the ground. “WHAT!?” the man yelled in anger. He grabbed Hisana’s robe and pulled her up. Forcefully pushing her out of the alley, Hisana struggled to stay up on her feet. Half asleep, half awake, Hisana stumbled through the streets of Rukongai once again. Every step she made was greeted by an ever intensifying pain to her stomach. Rukia started crying. “I’m sorry. I have no food for you.” Hisana continued to walk asking people for money or food along the way. Everyone she asked turned her down without a moment’s pity. Hisana’s hopeless eyes, crying out for help, were no match for other people’s desire keep their wealth to their own. Not even a crying infant could stir their hearts into giving away a tiny part of their assets. Hisana’s only hope was to reach the garbage dump, to try and scavenge enough food for today. There the food rich people do not want anymore are thrown out. Hisana walked and walked for miles without end. She instinctively knew the way but could not navigate with her eyes. Her head was spinning, the world turning. A man drunk with sake could see the world more clearly and the road ahead more motionless. Hisana’s stride began to veer off to the right. Then she tripped and fell. She didn’t notice it but the streets were getting quite busy again. At that moment a rickshaw stopped nearby. In it a lady and a gentleman anxiously looked ahead. A servant asked a question and the gentleman slightly nodded his head. The two riders put down the rickshaw and proceeded towards Hisana. “Get off the road!” “You’re in the way!” They shoved her aside with their shoes like a pile of rubble. Hisana could not resist nor react. The servants left her, the last one kicking her intentionally on the hand. It took some time for Hisana to come through. She picked herself up again. Her left hand hurt, a mean looking scrape wound was bleeding. The hurt of all her misery overtook her and she started crying. She didn’t want anyone to notice so she restrained herself from making any noise but she could not restrain the tears. After getting up, she made sure Rukia was alright. “What should I do?” she asked herself. “If only it could end…”

She stopped in front of a house. She heard about the people living there. Good, honest people known to help out beggars like her from time to time. She didn’t want to admit it but in her heart she knew. She could not survive with Rukia by her side. If she went on, she would eventually die herself and that would mean the end for Rukia as well. The thought occurred to her; to leave Rukia here, with these kind people until she has settled things down. “Leave my sister…” she whispered to herself. She took off her backpack and uncovered Rukia’s face. “I’m sorry Rukia but I cannot take care of you. If only I was a stronger person.” Hisana placed Rukia against the wall next to the door. “Please forgive me, one day!” and then she turned around and ran. Crying, agonizing, longing for better times and places. Hisana ran and ran, her legs, already tired carried her as far away from Rukia as they could. She had to put as much distance between her and Rukia as possible. She knew her heart was already longing to return to Rukia. However bad it felt, she knew she had to persevere in this. It’s best for Rukia! It’s best for Rukia! She screamed to herself in her mind. Of all her intentions she knew she was lying to herself. She didn’t know those people and the stories she heard were only rumors she picked up from the other beggars. She didn’t even know if the address was exactly right, she only heard how the house looked like. Could she have been wrong? Maybe it was the hunger playing tricks on her mind. She didn’t know. She stopped running and paused for a second. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea!” Hisana turned around. “I need to know that Rukia is left with good people first! This is crazy I don’t even know with whom I left her!” She picked up the pace as fast as she could. Her weak legs couldn’t cope with the strain as much as she tried too. She tripped and fell, landing on her chin. She didn’t care, got up and started running again. “The street where I left her!” It was just up ahead, around the corner and then! Hisana smiled and looked at the doorstep. Then her smile disappeared as the thought of Rukia’s absence penetrated her mind. “Where is she?” she mumbled. The she screamed: “Where is she!?”

“Well well well, what have we here?” a man’s voice uttered from behind Hisana. Hisana’s eyes widened with fright. Someone followed after her. She turned around finding herself confronted by six individuals. “Gang members!” she spoke out loud. The six exploded into laughter. “Taz right” the gang leader said. “You’re a smart one, aint ya?” to which the gang started laughing again. “What do you want!?” Hisana demanded to know. The gang leader frivolously walked towards Hisana; “I think you know what we want.” The man said as he gently pulled away one half of Hisana’s robe, exposing her chest. Hisana, startled, pulled away. “let me go!” she screamed and tried to run past the leader. However he managed to hook her left leg and make her trip. The gang’s laughter nagged away at Hisana’s ears. The leader put his foot on Hisana’s back, preventing her from getting up again. Suddenly and violently he forced Hisana to turn over. He forced her to stay down with one arm. Hisana tried to resist but the man was so strong. Too strong for her to save herself from a shameful fate. The man pulled down his trousers and gave Hisana an evil laugh. His face was filthy and covered with pimples. Hisana, unable to further resistance, looked away. A tear crept from her eye, traveling down her cheek.

“You scum!” a powerful voice commanded from behind Hisana’s attacker. The man, about to hurt Hisana in unimaginable ways turned to look behind. Somehow Hisana knew this voice heralded in her rescue but she was too weak to do anything further. Her vision blurred and then all went to black. All she could hear in the back ground was: “Scatter, senbonzakura”.