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Opening his eyes and releasing a deep, calming breath. He found what he was looking for. A large thick tree surrounded by many others; the smell of fresh grass and morning mist were in the air.

Training can now begin. Hour and hour, he slashed and sliced at the defenseless shrub. Taking out his frustrations on it.

He hated so many people looking at him. Now Freeman was a tall, well built, solid man. Short dark hair, calm yet a very serious expression on his face....

"Kenny! Kenny!,"yelled a frantic Yachiru, "Kenny!!" "What are you yelling for," groaned Captain Zaraki.

Opening his eyes he looked into his lieutenants worried face. "Get off of me so I can get going" he said a bit softer. This is when he noticed the other squad leaders watching him, for that matter everyone there was watching him. "F**k" was all he said.

Yachiru jumped off and watched her best friend try and get...

All through the morning the sounds of blades clashing together could be be heard; disturbing the quiet. Then everything stopped. Complete silence. The two combatants were still, not even a bird flew within the battle field. Both were breathing hard, their chests rising with each breath, and a sheen of sweat could be seem glistening in the morning light; sparkling like glitter.

Tilting her head she let out a hiss of discomfort as she touched the cut on her arm, "Well are we...

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely sing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high....

A baby was crying in her crib; the sounds of angry voices echoed through the small house she shared with her parents. CrASH! then the sound of silence.

A small child, no older that 5 years old, was walking through the forest with her father and dog. She stopped to pick-up a precious treasure. Looking up, into the eyes of.....BaNG!

Two girls; one eight and the other 5; are asleep in a cubbyhole under the oldest princess bed. Curled up together with their pillows...