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Returning to the Family [lio]
Thu Mar 13, 2014 4:18 am
The red haired girl sighed, knowing what she had to do right now. She had enjoyed her time in the living realm, but the time had come for her to leave it behind. Luckily enough for her, after her encounter with Wolf Lionus it seemed she was once again able to use the senkaimon to travel between the worlds. The slim looking spirit grasoed the hilt of her zanpakto, which was strapped to her side by the sash that held her kimono in place, wondering if everything would go alright. If everything went correctly, she would end up in the rukongai, and then would use her ability to catch the scent of flame users to find her family. Shaking her head, Sherri Yazaki rid herself of any negative thoughts. It was time for her to return, and return she would. Taking a deep breath, she opened the senkaimon and went through to the soul society. As had been planned, she ended up on the outskirts of rukongai, immediately picking up a few scents that were familiar to her. It was most likely that the faint scent of Miaka was busy with her duties due to being a member of the thirteen court guard squads, so the young looking yazaki would not go after her. The scent that she recognized as Yoma’s was also probably busy, so the vizard chose to go after the third, one that she hoped would be friendly towards her. Pushing herself off, she used shunpo to cross the distance between her and the one she sought after as quickly as possible. Hopefully he wouldn’t be upset at her for leaving the family like that, no notice but a letter she had left explaining to them that her guilt had led her to leave for an unknown period of time. Sighing, it was the best she could do for now, if her brother was indeed angry, she would soon pay dearly for all that she had done. Shivering, she looked around as she stopped her movement, a good twenty feet from where she could identify the origin of the scent was. Moving slowly, she neared the spot cautiously, her eyes wary as she approached. Having moved closer, a mere seven feet from the man, a soft, worried voice spoke, one word leaving her mouth.
“Brother?”
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