<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Nel nodded once, then followed Daisuke, making sure to use Koichi's shihakushou cloak as a full body cover, trying to cover up as best she could.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Do...do you think that the Shinigami here will....understand about him?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">she asked. She truly didn't care about her own safety anymore, but more about Koichi's well-being.<br/>
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Shana flinched slightly at the sound of Tentou's voice, but quickly recovered. She turned around to look at the dragoness Espada, smirking slightly.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99cc">"Oh? And why would Aizen-Sama send you to train with me? You're already more powerful than I am."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">-----</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#6699ff">"Understood. Dietor-Kun, my girls and I will be along shortly."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Harribel said.<br/>
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What she did next caught her Fraccion by surprise. Harribel kissed Dietor's cheek, but she did it almost purely as a parting. The smallest part of the furthest recesses of her mind told her that she liked him. Harribel bowed, then closed the door about half-way, re-sealing her Zanpakutou as she did. She told her Fraccion to do the same and prepare for a meeting.<br/>
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From high above the streets in the Seireitei, a black-cloaked figure watched as a Shinigami and an Arrancar carried the unconscious body of a boy towards the Infirmary. An emotionless voice that would put Ulquiorra's emotionlessness to shame spoke from under the hood, altered to sound raspy and deep by a mechanical respirator that covered its jaws, much like Harribel's mask fragments.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#77aa99">"So, it has happened. Five hundred centuries I have waited for this. Now, I shall have some fun."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">the voice said. The figure turned towards the direction of the Division Four Barracks and smirked under the respirator.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#77aa99">"It seems to me that that young green-haired woman is key to my plan. Time to go..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"><br/>
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With that, the figure was gone, leaving Nel to look over her shoulder at the spot the figure had just been.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Was that....but how?"</span>