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It was raining as the day started to give way to night, most of the sun's waning light was blocked by the thick, dark clouds that poured their contents down on the streets below. Aside from the sound of rain hitting the streets, the Seiretei was relatively quiet. However, a new collection of sounds joined in. Quick, shallow breathing, and the sound of metal softly screeching against the stone streets accompanied a lone figure as it limped along. It's legs were hidden by a torn black hakama, but if one looked, they would see two legs completely covered in bandages, stained with both dry, and still flowing blood. Equally filthy bandages covered the figure's upper body and face, blood flowed freely from between the bandages, doing little to conceal the terrible wounds underneath them. A pair of katana's were clutched in the figure's hands, one had a black handle and an engraving of a turtle with a snake for a tail etched into the blade, the other hade a blue handle and an engraving of a dragon in it's blade. Both blades were red with blood that was partly the figure's own and partly someone else's.

The figure trudged on with only one destination in mind, it didn't even know how it knew where to go. It's fragmented memory and weakened mind associated is destination with warmth and safty, it's desire to reach this place kept it from collapsing, even though it's body was already so far past it's limit that to stop would mean instant unconsciousness. That was something the lone figure could not afford, as it would most likely die. Finally it's destination was reached; the hospital of Squad 4. The figure stopped, something it hadn't done in so long that it couldn't remember how long it had been on the move. However, it didn't stop for long, it HAD to get inside.

The Hospital doors flew open and a flash of lightning illuminated the figure for an instant; thin, battered, heavily wounded and covered in blood. It's face was hidden behind the bandages but it's matted brown hair was still visible.

"Ah....ugh....A...Au..n...t..ie...." The figure collapsed and the two katana's clattered to the floor.

The figure barely herd the woman scream at the sight of it's torn body. It barely felt being lifted up off the floor and carried quickly to a room where it was carefully laid onto a bed, the white sheets quickly becoming wet with blood. It barely herd the nurses bustle about as they tried to tend his multiple wounds as best the could. The two zanpakutos were quickly cleaned off and placed to the side.

The figure opened his eyes, they were somewhat dull due to fatigue, but understanding still flickered within them and the strings started to strengthen as a result. He recognized the voice, but he was far to weak to reply. He simply did as he was told while he still could.

As a nurse passed by the table there the two zanpakuto were left, something caught her eye that urged her to take a closer look at them. The blue one was a complete stranger to her but the black one with the turtle engraving looked familiar to her. Eventually she gave up with a shrug and continued on.

The man's breathing finally started to slow down due to relief from some of the pain and his thirst being slowly quenched. However, when Kaibou brought the two zanpakuto to his side, he felt absolutely nothing coming from either sword. It was then that he remembered just what exactly had happened, rather, what had been done to him as well as what had been torn away from him. He gripped the black zanpakuto tightly and a tear rolled down his battered face.

Tokemaru was too out of it to reply properly at that point, his heart was now gripped by a different kind of pain that would have made him cry out in anguish if he had the strength to do so. As it was, he closed his eyes as tears rolled down his face.

"...Ge...n...bu....I...can...'t...feel...him...."

Tokemaru froze when he felt his aunt hug him, it was as though she were coaxing him back just by embracing him. His eyes sharpened and some of his energy returned, at east enough from him to return the hug. Although Genbu was still inside his zanpakuto, the torturous process that Tokemaru had been subjected too for two long years had permanently severed the connection between them, that connection was then redistributed to the mysterious blue Zanpakuto.

"I'm...back..."

"I'm sorry Auntie...I'm so sorry...he's still out there." Tokemaru's words were refurring to the man who had indirectly killed his beloved Kilala and who had done this horrible thing to him in the first place.

Deep inside his zanpakuto, the God of the North, Genbu, sat in his shrine within the inner world, gathering his chi, he would need every last drop of energy he could pull together in order to accomplish what he was about to attempt. Without the connection to Tokemaru, Genbu was effectively sealed inside of the zanpakuto unless he could gather enough energy to beak free and leave the sword for good. Suddenly he herd a voice from outside that made him smile.

"I missed you Kaibou."