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Tenntou stood there and frowned, "Koichi...when I face you again...you will die...or I will...if we are to fight. ...I...need more power and I need to control myself. Aizen was right...I have figured it out. Now, excuse me...I need to ..." She turned and then turned back around looking at him again, "...I sense a large amount of pressure from the main lobby. I wonder if there is a meeting. Don't you feel it Koichi?" The fist time that Tenntou hadn't used his name in anger. But unknown to him she still hated him and would love to see his broken dead body. Her voice was lax and it was laid back as almost as if she had gotten high or just was in a euphoria. "I think Aizen has something planned...", She said softly as she headed toward the entrance she came in. <br/>
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Her eyes again drifted back to him, "Come...I have a feeling something is going to happen." She said with a apathetic voice. Her pink eyes drifted over his, as they were just rock hard and cold. She didn't have a lot of emotions except anger, hate, and sadness. Though who knew what else she would experience. It was her trying to make herself unreadable as well as discover herself which she was still in the process of doing. </span>