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Byakuya slept uncomfortably, his once dreamless sleep now bothered considerably par his so called guardian. With each dream she became plus and plus detailed. Now she came to him unlocking plus and plus of the secreted away doors of his childhood. par morning he would not remember the dream but his doors would be weakened and he would have to meditate for hours either at the school, the living realm's house ou his own home. How dare she try to undo all his work! All he had strived for! He could not-would not return to the uncouth youth that was far too emotional to handle even a game of tag with...
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Voro waited a full heure before remotely unlocking the doors. "Careful boys she may still be lively, no matter how much gas we pumped into that plane. Pray that we can get her to the hotel before she wakes up. The less bruises that have to heal the better." The limo took them through a very residential area." Why are we taking this way boss?" Voro frowned unpleasantly at the guard's question." You're lucky I need you. As for why....
..this is going to be part of my new empire. It has very little activity. No drugs, no prostitutes, its so clean its unhealthy.I plan to change that. What is left...
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Byakuya practiced his swordsmanship in the hottest part of the jour as he had since the time he was donné his first sword. It was the only time he allowed any emotions to pass upon his face without checking them at the door. In this case the practice form wore a spiked orange mop of hair. Ichigo-Ichigo! No! No! No! The form exploded into a flurry of old clothes and straw. He could feel Rukia slipping away with every moment she was with that disrespectful orange haired freak of a substitute soul reaper. He yelled his frustration, it had been bad enough to have been beaten not once but twice...
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