Oh, wow! Last chapter! And damn it's huge. There's a hint of FINALLY in it for me, but all in all I have really enjoyed writing this fic and I've loved reading your feedback too. Feel free to leave more!

Anyway, after this story ends I'm going to write some more of my Harry Potter stuff and then get to work on telling Rangiku and Byakuya's story. After that I will be doing several other pairings set up in this universe, and what I'd like you all to do is sort them out into what you'd like to see first and then give me the list.

A sequel.

Ichigo/Rukia (duh)

Kiyone/Ukitake (please tell me you saw that coming)

Momo/Shūhei (all shall be explained)

Yuzu/Hanatorō (so cute! So very, very cute)

And if you're interested, I may do an Isshin/Masaki.

Argh! Am reading Bleach manga, and Yachiru is the cutest thing ever. I can't believe I killed her off! She makes me smile every time I see her!

Ahem. So, welcome to the last chapter of Lost and Found.


"Happy birthday?" Rangiku said weakly.

"Hap – happy birthday."


"Matsumoto Rangiku. Karin is here. In the Rukongai. You knew. You lied to me."

"No!" She paused. "Well, at least, not exactly."

He laughed, incredulous. "Not exactly?"

"Taichō, please. She's barely suited for company at the moment. She can't even see Yuzu for longer then three minutes before having a fit."


"Memories, coming back. Taichō, you've seen an echo before, you know what it's like."

He suddenly slammed his fists down on his vice-captain's desk. "Yuzu-can knows? Damn it, Rangiku, did you tell the whole Seireitei? Who else knows?"

"Well I sorry if I thought her family deserved to know before you, taichō!"She shook her head, shoving her hair back. "Look, taichō. She – she doesn't remember you."

The words hit him like a knife to the gut and he was swamped with images of the last time he'd seen Karin.

"Tō – Hitsugaya. Hitsugaya-taichō. To what do I owe this displeasure?"

He stepped forward and kissed her. Hard, desperately, passionately.

"So, uh, I told Momo as soon as I found out because I was so shocked and she let Yuzu know once the girl got over the being, well, dead and Ichigo knows and I had no free time to hunt down Isshin to tell him about Masaki so I enlisted Shunsui's help and I also needed to tell Isane because she's a healer, but she doesn't know all that much about mind-healing so she let Unohana-taichō know and—"

"Masaki?" Tōshirō interrupted, shaking himself out of one memory and falling into another, this of a large poster in a house above a clinic in Karakura Town. "Kurosaki Masaki? Isshin's—"

"Wife. Yes. She died years ago, saving Ichigo. We probably owe her our continuing existence if you think about it. She's an amazing woman, really." Rangiku had slowed down, apparently more settled by Tōshirō's calmer voice. "I'd say she's the only woman in district eighty without a sword who hasn't been raped. All the men respect—"

Tōshirō jerked. "Karin—"

"Has a sword. Zanpakutō, actually."

"Where is she?" he asked, voice raw.

"District eighty, with Masaki. She didn't know that Masaki was her mother until two weeks ago. Unohana-taichō thinks that the presence of her entire family here set her off. It was like…all the Kurosaki-reiatsu created one huge echo. Most echo's who start remembering their old lives, they don't get everything, but Karin's pretty much remembered it all. Except—"

"Except for me," he supplied bitterly. "I don't understand how this happened, Rangiku. There are no records of Karin receiving a soul burial, I checked again and again and again. So many times."

"I know. But that's the whole thing, taichō. Karin didn't have a soul burial performed on her." She cut him off before he even opened his mouth to protest. "You know it happens, sometimes. When there's nothing to hold a soul to the physical world."

"But Karin had everything holding her to physical world. Rangiku, she was murdered. By her fiancé, of all people. Just as she got accepted into police training, her dream job. She had her whole life ahead of her." He looked down at his clenched fists, and whispered to himself. "Just as I'd meant her to."


He jumped, clearing his throat. "She had all of those things holding her back, Rangiku. Why would she come straight here?"

His vice-captain's icy blue eyes met his own teal. "I can think of one thing."

Tōshirō looked back down at his hands. "Not me."


"Gee, I wonder why you're here. After that last speech, I didn't expect to see you back again." She smirked, tying off the braid her fingers had been flickering over as she leaned against the doorway. She let it drop over her left shoulder, thick, long and dark. Not as long as it had been, Tōshirō noted, and it was ragged at the ends. She'd done herself another home job. "Have you grown, Shiro-chan? I think your head almost reaches my chin now."

One of his eyebrows twitched as he stepped into her personal bubble. "You're staring into my eyes," he murmured. "I'd say that makes us of a height."

The smirk deepened as she carefully avoided touching him. "Does it now."

They stood like that until she realised they were standing in full view of the street and pulled him inside.

"Where is he?" Tōshirō asked.


"Out where?"

"America, visiting family. He's been gone a month, back tomorrow. What were you planning to do that he can't know about?"

"Generally strange men who look like gangsters don't walk in off the street and offer to make a lady dinner."

She snorted. "Lady? Give me a break. I won an official contest yesterday. I burped the entire English alphabet backwards three times in a row. Speaking of the way you look, tell Urahara he's done a good job with the gigai. You're looking almost less than presentable for once."

"So he's in America." Tōshirō started to move towards the kitchen. "And you've been taking the opportunity to be as disg – unladylike as possible." He paused. "When was the last time you played a game of soccer?"

He turned to watch her face light up. "Three days ago, but that was one on four with the boys and I still won. I'd be up for a real game of one on one any time."

"I thought that might put a smile on your face."

"I smile plenty!" she protested.

"No, you smirk. It's…alluring, but not a smile."

That also made her smile, albeit unwillingly and it disappeared almost immediately as she fought down a blush. "Don't say that. I'm not alluring. I'm trying out for the police, for crying out loud."

He shrugged. "You've managed to snare the hearts of at least two men. Six, if you count your inept admirers."

"Hey! Don't say that about the boys. They've grown up a bit since you last saw them, and they don't try to 'accidentally' pull down my top anymore when we're goofing around." She fingered the end of her plait. "And I never snared your heart. If I did, you'd still hang around. I only snared your—"

"Soccer?" he interrupted hastily, starting to pull out dinner ingredients. "Well, after I've cooked you dinner."

There was a soft thump and she was leaning against the wall. She liked leaning against things, he'd noticed. "Don't try to fool me, Tōshirō. You didn't come here to play soccer or cook me dinner. You just want—"

"To see you, Karin. Is spaghetti good for you?"

"Oh, nice ambiguous answer there, with outright avoidance at the end. You always were brilliant at that."

"You didn't ask a question. Is spaghetti good for you?" he repeated.

"The way things are going at the moment, Tōshirō, I don't think you'll be here long enough to eat dinner, but feel free to waste my food preparing it if it makes you feel better about the real reason you're here."

He stared into the cupboard, pretending to look for tomatoes.

"Tōshirō?" she persisted.

"I said we shouldn't see each other anymore."

"You did."

"I was wrong to come here."

"If you're still intent on following through with that whole 'stay away from Karin' plan, yeah. Although I gotta say, you were doing pretty well there for an entire two years."

"I couldn't…"

"Couldn't what?"

He looked at the ground. "Live without you," he mumbled.

"Yeah? Well, I've been living just fine without you, Tōshirō. You know you really did a fucking number on me." He blinked in surprise – Karin never swore anymore. "It's alright to train me, fight a war with me, kiss me, screw around with me, lie to me. But it's not okay to stay with me."

"I never lied—"

"'I'll stay as long as you need me'." She spat his own words of times past back at him. "'I love you.' 'Forever'. I believed all of that, Tōshirō. Stupid of me, yeah? Damn it, and still, still I want it to be true! But I'm somewhat happy now, alright? Does that throw a spanner in your works? Because I have a really neat guy who means it when he says he loves me."


"Yeah, I know all your fucking excuses. The shinigami-human crap that's got you so hung up, but that's bull because Ichigo and Rukia are doing just fine."

"Their situation is completely different. Your brother can knock his soul out of his body so it dies without having his Chain of Fate attached to anything, and then he can just get your father or Urahara to open a gate to the Seireitei for him. Then he's with Kuchiki forever or so close to it, it doesn't matter, with all of his memories intact."

She stared at him. "What?"

"I don't want to watch you die!" he yelled.

More staring. "Is that – Is that what this is all about?"

"I'm going to have another growth-spurt, Karin, and then for the next however many centuries it stops for me. My age will increase so slowly that to you I may as well not be getting older at all. You don't deserve that. You deserve someone who can stay with you, grow old with you—" He swallowed. "Have children with you. I'm not that person, Karin. That's why you have him." He shook his head. "It's okay. I'll leave now. I know you didn't want me to come in the first place."

She caught his arm. "Are you kidding me? I mean…he's great and everything. Seriously. A bit uptight, but so were you when we first meet. Hell it hasn't really changed all that much. But he's not you." She sighed, free hand still fiddling with the end of her braid. "I felt your reiatsu as soon as you stepped out of the gate. I waited around all day for you to get the balls to come here, and you I both know exactly how we're going to end up. So. Stay." She grinned. "Make me dinner, and we'll talk. Or not."

He pulled himself from his grasp. "No, Karin. It wasn't only wrong of me to come here, it was stupid. You deserve someone better."

She pushed herself off the wall and stood, glaring at him with her hands on her hips. "If you leave this house before we've had time to sort this crap out, Tōshirō, don't expect to be welcomed back."

He smiled bitterly. "You said that last time."

Luckily he heard the plate whistling through the air as it hurtled towards him. It crashed into the wall just where his head would have been if he hadn't stepped out of the way.

"He's getting a ring as well, Tōshirō. A family heirloom. And if you walk out of this house, out of my life again, I'm going to have to say yes."

Tōshirō paused, for a split second.

Then he opened the door.



That hadn't been that last time he'd seen her though. Unable to stay away, he'd gone to see her again, and she hadn't lied. She had made him most unwelcome during the first five seconds or so. Then he'd kissed her, and he'd been even more unwelcome for the next ten minutes while she yelled at him. After she'd calmed down a bit, she threw him a bag of frozen peas to put on the quickly forming bruise around his eye – she had a mean right hook – and then told him to get out before her fiancé came home.

Somehow during the course of his three month absence from her life, she'd mastered the art of the double entendre. Her fiancé wasn't going to return for another two days, which left him plenty of time. All things considered, it really had been inevitable. They'd fallen into bed, and done the things that lovers usually did in beds, and that time he'd promised to return.

"…chō? Taichō!"

Tōshirō jerked out of his reminiscing. "You know, I did go back. I kept my promise. But I went back and he'd killed her in a jealous rage. See, he found out about me. Turns out he wasn't so great after all."

"T-Taichō? You mean…"

"I slept with Karin. We had sex. Fucked. Whatever. We had a confirmed relationship with each other when she turned eighteen, but we were already there. I already l-loved her. I haven't stopped. I couldn't stop, ever, although Hell knows I've tried. You know how he found out, Rangiku?"

"No. I…I didn't even know who killed her, taichō. You wouldn't tell anybody, and the Kurosaki's kept it close to their hearts. I thought it would be rude to ask."

"I asked Urahara for a gigai that would completely suppress my reiatsu – imitate a normal human body, so I could surprise Karin. The Seireitei isn't quite capable of that yet. He gave me one similar to Isshin's and…and…"

Rangiku's hand flew to her mouth. "No. Oh, taichō, no."

"Yes, Rangiku. When Karin died, she was pregnant with our child."


Tōshirō was keeping his promise. He'd taken the first chance he had to get away from the Seireitei to come and visit her.

Crime Scene. Do Not Cross. Crime Scene. Do Not Cross. Crime Scene. Do Not Cross.

He stared in confusion at the yellow tape blocking the doorway.

"Excuse me, sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. This is a crime scene."

He blinked up at the human policeman. "Wh-what happened here?"

"Murder, sir. Nasty business. It's been all over the news, poor woman's never going to get any peace."

"I don't watch the news. Could you tell me what happened here?"

"I'm afraid not, sir. Not in any detail. You could take my words as a statement, see, and the family wants to keep this as quiet as possible."

"Could you at least tell me who died? I'm a friend of the woman who lives here."

"Oh." The policeman turned away and suddenly looked very busy. "I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, sir, but…the woman who lives here, Kurosaki Karin? It, um, it was her fiancé…he killed her."

Tōshirō was already gone. He shed the gigai somewhere along the way and flashed-stepped to the Kurosaki Clinic, mind screaming all the while.

The Clinic was closed, so Tōshirō stepped straight through the walls.

"…find her, Dad, Yuzu. If I can find out where she's hidden herself before some other shinigami performs the soul burial on her, I can take her up to the Seireitei through a gate. We all know—"

"What about the baby, Ichi-nii? What about her baby?"

Tōshirō stiffened. "She was pregnant?" he whispered. "With his child?"

The Kurosaki family turned their heads as one to face him. Yuzu's face was tear-ravaged and confused, Isshin's face unreadable, but he was emanating calm, and Kurosaki Ichigo looked bleak. Angry, but bleak.

"Tōshirō? What are you doing—"

"How did it happen?" he demanded harshly, knowing he was intruding on their grief and not caring. "How did it happen?"


"I need to see her."

"Eh? But Unohana-taichō said that you shouldn't go until she remembers you."

"Unohana knows?"

"I did tell you, Isane didn't know what to do, so she told Unohana-taichō"

"Nevermind. I just – she doesn't have to know I'm there, alright? Please, Rangiku. I need to see her."

She looked at him for a long time. "Did you – did you ever get—"

"No." He cut her off before she could say it. "Never."

"Right. I…I'd best be careful then."

He frowned. "What?"

"You didn't hear me before? Talking to Byakuya?"

"Uh…no? Wait. You—" His eyes widened and he stared wildly at her. "You're pregnant. With Kuchiki Byakuya's child? And you…you told him you wouldn't marry him. Do you have a death wish, Rangiku?"

"No, taichō. And I don't have a problem with marrying him. Hell, I'd love to! But I want to marry him because we love each other, not for the sake of propriety. If he can't handle that, I'll bring our child up by myself." She shook her head. "But forget about me for now, taichō. I – are you sure you want to do this?"

"Positive." He stood. "Where is she?"


"Oi, Tōshirō! The old man finally agreed!" Kurosaki was swaggering towards them, something white slung over his shoulder. "It's Ichigo-taichō now, of the Fifth Division."

"Technically, Deathberry, it's Kurosaki-taichō," Rangiku teased. "Congratulations, though."

"Psht. I don't hold with all that formality crap. Kurosaki-san or -kun if you have to, but if you wanna call me taichō it's Ichigo. And thanks, Ran-chan. Where are you two off to? I was just going to tell Rukia the good news. Then I have to go Iba and make sure there's no hard feelings and then I'm off to see Momo."

Rangiku glanced sideways at Tōshirō before she answered. "We're headed to district eighty."

Kurosaki blinked, then blinked again. "Eh?"

"Don't worry, Kurosaki-taichō. I have no intention of interfering with Karin's recovery," Tōshirō said softly. "I just want to see her."

What is it with everyone staring at me? Alright, so two wasn't much of an everyone, but they seem to be looking right through him, into him. It was…disconcerting, to say the least.

Finally, the new Captain shrugged. "So? You don't have to explain yourself to me, Tōshirō. Just try not to hurt her."


"Some things can't be helped. But uh…take Hyōrinmaru with you." He rubbed his shoulder and winced. "She hits bloody hard."


There was a mix of anticipation and terror curling in Tōshirō's gut as he and his vice-captain made his way through the districts of Rukongai.

"You okay, taichō?"

"Fine, Rangiku."

"Right. Well, I'd say you should probably dampen down your reiatsu now. Yours is the most likely to set Karin off again right now."

Tōshirō nodded, turning his attention to bottling up his reiatsu as the feeling in his stomach grew and they travelled onward.

"Here. Stop."

He jerked at the sound of Rangiku's voice. Looking up, he frowned. "This…this isn't district eighty." The was a large, tidy house on the edge of a small wood with a neat little stream running along by and no sign of blood anywhere.

"Looks too clean, doesn't it? Masaki insists that everything is tidied up after it's used. She looks after a whole army of kids, feeds the ones that need feeding, gives candy to them all and makes sure no one is stepped on."

"How? I mean she's only one woman in the worst district in the Rukongai."

"She's also the only Healer until sixty-eighth district and not everyone from around here is a Zaraki Kenpachi. You know how Unohana-taichō gets when people are threatening her Division? Masaki's like that whenever someone comes near her children with the wrong look on their face."

"So she refuses to heal them?"

"Oh, no! No, she'd never do that. She just makes the whole process extraordinarily painful, and most of the men around here are too stupid to realise she can only do it while she's healing. There are also about twelve big, brawny men who are ridiculously protective of her. And then there's Karin-chan."

Tōshirō looked at her expectantly for elaboration.

"She manifested her zanpakutō first day she arrived in the Rukongai. Being in district eighty, she needed something to protect her. I sparred with her once – she's got her brother's natural style. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe it's just a Kurosaki thing. Anyway, taichō, there's plenty of places around here for you to hide, but I'd suggest that tree." She pointed.

He glared.

"No, I'm serious! It's too warm to stay inside, so we've been gathering in that little clearing over there. If you climb that tree, you'll have a perfect view. Just keep your reiatsu under control."

"Perfect view, you say?"


He eyed the tree. "Fine."

"Good. So you get up that tree and I'll go to the door."

Tōshirō scowled at her, then flash-stepped to what appeared to best the most comfortable branch.

A clamour of small voices rose up from the direction of the house.

"Ran-san! Ran-san, Ran-san, Ran-san!"

His vice-captain's laughter drifted towards him. "I'm sorry, lovelings, I don't have any candy for you today."

A chorus of disappointed groans filled the air. Rangiku laughed again.

"Next time, I promise! Next time. Now, can anyone tell me where Karin-chan is?"

There was a soft pitter-pattering of feet as the owners of the voices disappeared into the depths of the house. "Karin-chan! Karin-chan, Karin-chan, Karin-chan!"

"Get Masaki too!" Rangiku cried after them. "Tell them I'll be in the clearing, alright?"

"Yes, Ran-san!"

His vice-captain wandered into sight, lazily twisting her hair over her shoulder. She flopped down on a chair carved into a tree stump and sighed happily, placing one hand over her stomach. It was then Tōshirō wondered about exactly how far along her pregnancy was.

"Ah, Rangiku-san!" a kindly voice called. "We weren't expecting you for another two hours at least."

"Oh, hello Masaki. I told my taichō about the baby, and he let me have the afternoon off." She sighed. "He's too kind, sometimes. Where's Karin-chan?"

"I asked her to bring some juice out with her. It's too warm a day to be drinking tea." Kurosaki Masaki came into view, and for the first time Tōshirō saw the woman who had created so many changes in both the Rukongai and Seireitei. She was beautiful, he noted, with long wavy hair of a colour somewhere between Yuzu's and Rangiku's and her sparkling eyes a deep brown colour, like her son's. She sighed happily, settling down on another carved chair opposite the other woman. "Is there any news of Isshin?"

"None. Shiba Kukaku's always been notoriously hard to find, and Shunsui doesn't have much time, being a taichō. But he'll come out of hiding eventually."

"He'd better," Masaki laughed. "Oh, Karin, there you are. What kept you?"

"I….remembered something."

Tōshirō would never have admitted it, but upon hearing that voice, he nearly fell out of the tree.

"You did?" Rangiku cried, jumping from her seat, assets bouncing.

"Mmm. A name, to go with that face I keep on seeing."

He saw her.

Kurosaki Karin had been dead for over eight years, and in that time she hadn't changed a bit. Her thick, black hair was in a tight braid hanging over her left shoulder, ends still ragged. Her dark eyes were as beautiful as ever, and a familiar scowl had crossed her perfect, pale features as she walked towards the other two woman in a pair of shorts and a singlet. In fact, the only thing that had change was the zanpakutō she was carrying slung over her shoulder with the ease of a hardened soldier.

"That's excellent, Karin-chan. What was the name?"

The frown deepened as she scratched the back of her neck. Tōshirō drank in every gesture, the slightest twitch.

"Hitsugaya Tōshirō. It's cold, like Yuki. Mean anything to you?"

For the first time in his life, Tōshirō lost total control of his reiatsu and fell out of the tree.

He didn't even have time to blink as Karin whipped around to face him, pulling the zanpakutō from its sheath in one fluid motion as she did so.

"Dazzle, Amaterasu!" she cried, and the sword burst into a blinding light.

Tōshirō shut his eyes to protect them and threw up Hyōrinmaru to protect everything else. His sword met Karin's with a shriek of steel.

"Blaze, Amaterasu!"

A jolt of heat surrounded them, but Hyōrinmaru being Hyōrimaru, it had no effect on the zanpakutō. The only damage it did to Tōshirō was shocking him into opening his eyes. He winced, expecting the dazzling light of Karin's zanpakutō to blind him.

Nothing happened. Although the sword was obviously pulsing with light bright enough destroy optic nerves, it was having no effect on him, or on Rangiku watching the fight with a smile on her face or Masaki, who while also watching the fight, looked worried.

He watched Karin's own eyes widen hugely. "You," she whispered, stumbling backwards and dropping Amaterasu. The moment it left her hand the zanpakutō stopped glowing and returned to its unreleased state. Karin clutched at her head, bending double. "You!"

She screamed.

Tōshirō didn't stop to think. Between one breath and the next he was at her side, wrapping his arms around her tightly as she thrashed, waves of memories crashing down on her. She screamed again and a third time, and he felt his cheeks become wet to hear her in such pain as she begged it to stop and to not stop. He pulled her tighter and she threw her arms around him, holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping her sane, burying her face into his chest.

Finally, it stopped.

She relaxed the death grip on his torso and let her arms slide to his waist. He felt her gasping for air as she sobbed into his chest.

"Toshirō," she whispered. "Tōshirō."

Too overwhelmed to speak, he simply hugged her. That is, until she shoved him away and scooped up Amaterasu.

"You bastard," she growled. "You complete and utter bastard." She started advancing on him. Nervously, he reached for Hyōrinamaru. "I left everything behind for you, and you didn't even have the decency to find me!" He peddled backwards, on the defence as she delivered a series of quick strokes which he hurriedly blocked. "I can't believe you!" Then, just as fast as she had drawn the zanpakutō, she re-sheathed it and delivered a sharp roundhouse to his gut. Not expecting it, he went down, narrowly missing impaling himself on Hyōrinmaru.

"You know, Karin-chan, I think the name Hitsugaya Tōshirō does mean something to me after all," Rangiku drawled happily. Karin flipped her the bird even as she reached out her other hand to help Tōshirō up. He could have gotten up himself, but she obviously wanted to think he needed her help.

How wrong he was. She swept her leg under his as he was halfway to a standing position and he went crashing down again.

"Was that really necessary?" he yelled, leaping to his feet and re-sheathing his own zanpakutō.

"Yes, it really was! Why didn't you look for me?"

"I did look for you! I spent four years looking for you! I nearly destroyed my Division looking for you! Forgive me for looking in the wrong place!"

"Why in the Hell wouldn't you look in the Rukongai?" she demanded. The were standing toe-to-toe, screaming at each other.

"Why in the Hell would you have been in the Rukongai?" he shot back. "Your family, your job, your life were in the living world. You were killed by your fiancé, while you were pregnant! You had everything keeping your Chain of fate wrapped around something physical, but here you are, in the Rukongai, sans soul burial!"

Karin stepped back and punched him in the face. "You have never, never had enough confidence in yourself, Tōshirō," she said calmly as he gingerly pinched his nose. "There were only three things that could have kept me in the living world, and two of those things weren't there."

"Whad dwo dings?" he slurred, trying to stem the bleeding. Masaki stood and edged her way around her daughter to place a hand on the back of his neck. There was a soft warmth and he winced as cartilage shifted, then his nose was once again straight and not bleeding. "I mean, what two things?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "You, idiot. You, and our son."

It was too much. It really was too much. Souls weren't designed to take so many shocks in the space of a few hours. "S-son," he stuttered. "Our son."

"I'd been pregnant long enough to know the sex of the child, Tōshirō. That meant he had – has – a soul, which meant that if I wanted him to have a life, I had to come here so I could give birth. It's all very confusing, one in a million or billion chances of it happening, but I'm a Kurosaki. So. We have a son."

He caught a glimpse of Rangiku's face and saw she was almost as shocked as he was. Well, no one could be as shocked as he was, but his vice-captain was giving it a good shot.

"We have a son," he echoed weakly.

"Yuki!" Rangiku cried. "Karin-chan, your son – he's Yuki, isn't he?" She actually smacked herself in the forehead. "I'm blind," she muttered. "Blind as a bloody bat, with half the good sense."

"Yes, Tōshirō, we have a son. Yes, Ran-san, he is Yuki. He's been walking for over a year now, and kicking a ball around for longer." Karin pulled at the end of her plait. "Damn this slow aging thing though. He's almost eight and he looks about two." She sighed. "And it gets even slower, looking at you. Now before I let you meet him, I'd like a kiss please. And not one of those ridiculous forehead pecks either. A proper kiss."

Tōshirō shook his head, once, twice to clear it, then gave up. He'd take it all in later.

Right now, I have the love of my life in front of me. For the rest of our lives.

So he did what any other sane person would do, and kissed her.

When they finally seperated, Rangiku and Masaki were clapping, and both he and Karin were grinning widely.

"Tōshirō?" she whispered.


"Whatever happened to the bastard that killed me?"

Tōshirō kissed her again. "Oh, you don't have to worry about him any longer."


Yes, this is the end. There will be no more chapters of Lost And Found. Because everyone is found. I do, however, have a sequel planned, although when I write it depends on when you want it. I really have to get this Rangiku/Byakuya story out of my head first, and then it's up to you to decide. I'll give you the choices again.

A sequel.

Ichigo/Rukia (duh)

Kiyone/Ukitake (please tell me you saw that coming)

Momo/Shūhei (all shall be explained)

Yuzu/Hanatorō (so cute! So very, very cute)

And if you're interested, I may do an Isshin/Masaki.

I'm betting you'll want a sequel ASAP, but I also would like to know when you'd like the others, so like I said, if you'd rearrange this list into your favoured order and then tell me, either through review or PM, I'd be really grateful.

Anyway, thanks to all of you who stuck with me and read all the way through, thanks to those who are reading this long after I've posted it, and thanks especially to everyone who's reviewed. I really appreciate it, and hopefully I'll see you again in some other story!