Sitting in the corner of a couch, Momo pulled her legs up underneath her and wrapped her arms about herself. She was fairly close to the door so she could see Rangiku when the woman arrived. Then later on, Ichimaru would arrive.

She didn't want to see Ichimaru. She didn't want to talk to Ichimaru. She didn't want to listen to Ichimaru, but she had to. For now.

The small shinigami just wanted to crawl back into her bed. This was too much. It was all too much. Who would she lose next?

[for Rangiku]