Jamie laid on Ichigo's bed. Ichigo refusing to let her have the đi văng in the living room, after getting home. Looking up at the few stars she could see out from where the curtains came together. A knock came at the door, then it opened. "Oh, your asleep..." Jamie raised a hand and motioned her forward. Yuzu approached the giường with some hesitation. What did she call her? Was she really some ancient ancestress? Jamie eased up and turned to her. Patting the mattress Yuzu came and sat tiếp theo to her. "Are bạn happy?"
Yuzu blushed. "Yes....except I'm not as special as the rest of my family." Jamie frowned. "What do bạn mean? bạn are just as special as the rest of them. Perhaps more." Yuzu looked down and folded her arms. "I can't see ghosts, wield swords, all I can do is cook." Jamie smiled warmly thinking of the thực phẩm even a ngày old was better than most of the grandest restaurants she'd been in. "That is nothing to look down about. But that is not what I mean. In our family we filled all three categories." Yuzu frowned. "Mages are born cooks as the most important spells come from combining the right ingredients for the expected results. As a mage bạn aren't confined to one dimension, bạn and only your kind can travel without much trouble. My grandfather, twin brother, my uncle and now bạn are a part of the mage sector." Jamie frowned. Which meant that one of the academies would be looking for her if not now soon. Yuzu hugged her, Jamie relaxed and returned the hug. "Thank-you. I'll leave bạn now so bạn can sleep." Jamie shook her head. "You can stay with me, if bạn want to. It'll remind me of my earlier days." Yuzu smiled and nodded as they laid down. "What were they like?" Yuzu đã đưa ý kiến with a small yawn. "My grandfather was a grand mage; he could travel from hell to nearly the palace of the Heavens. He would bring us presents and treats from all over and try out a new recipe before he took it back to the academy to feed the students. My brother should have gone there but my mother's brother was allowed to take him under his wing." Yuzu frowned. "You didn't like him?"
Jamie shook her head. "No, he was an assassin mage. I begged for them not to give Izzy to him, but mother had hope that having someone to take care of might save him. I didn't have that much hope, neither did our father, but he put a time on his studies." Yuzu paled. "So, there are bad mages?" Jamie looked at her scared face. "It depends on the person as it always does. My brother wasn't bad, but he was weak. bạn are not weak." She sniffed lightly. "No Angel would be matched with a weak soul as his mate." Yuzu blushed three shades of red. "How did bạn know?" Jamie smiled. " Being a smith means I can do things and smell things about people that no one else can. bạn smell like a certain Angel who's passing himself off as a bus driver. Not bad and he's in no hurry. His tình yêu is no one else's but yours. Anyways he'll stay that young until bạn need him to age with you. That doesn't mean bad things won't happen to you, one must always take the lessons handed to bạn no matter what that might be and hopefully react the right way. It's what forges bạn into the person bạn become. But its late, let's get some sleep." Yuzu smiled and held Jamie's hand as she closed her eyes. Jamie closed her eyes, falling into a deep and restful sleep.
Byakuya walked in the garden at the house the society had in the living realm. The night was nearly done, yet sleep would not come. All he could see was her. He was no light weight; his stance was never unbalanced. Yet she had knocked him down like he was nothing but a blade of grass. Then stood without fear against a hollow with nothing in her hands. Facing her he had never been so angry with anyone in his life. Meeting her eyes was a flash of brilliant color, before those con bướm, bướm lids slid down in a faint. Smelling her reminded him of cinnamon tea. His stomach rumbled in mortal hunger. His hands itched and fingers trembled. He looked at them, what was wrong with him? She had laid on his lap, she had looked tired and worn. The memory of the scar on her neck made him angry, for the age of the scar meant that it had happened when she was young. Just like all the others. Had no one protected her! He bunched up his hands into fists. He sighed calming himself. There were dozens of children in their society that were dealt a bad hand, yet he did not seem to care about them. Why her? His tim, trái tim softened and warmed to just the thought of her. He needed to go back to the soul society. Away from here, but first he had to grade the papers and make notes for the replacement they would need for the tiếp theo week if not more.