Here it is... the end of what, I hope, was a good story.

I thought way back at the beginning of writing this thing that I would have a small finishing chapter. You know, just to wrap things up.

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"Human?" she repeated, her voice shaken, "How… is that even possible?"

The elderly man sighed, taking a seat before them, "You of all people, looking around at your friends, should know that anything is possible."

At his words her gaze drifted over to the orange-haired Shinigami at her side… the human Shinigami. He looked down at her. He must have known she was worried, because at that moment her reached down to hold her hand in his, squeezing it gently.

She closed her eyes and looked down to the floor, "How would this work?" her voice was a little steadier now.

"A simple incantation will allow you to resurrect as a normal ryoka. You will be placed under temporary sleep, during that time you will be transformed. Then when you wake up… you will be human."

At that moment the man at her side spoke up, "Temporary sleep? How can we be sure you're not still trying to execute her. How can I-" This time she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, stopping him mid-sentence. Her worried friend backed down with an aggravated sigh.

The elderly man seemed to almost smile at this sight, "Kurosaki Ichigo, we have no intention of harming Miss Kuchiki, and even if that were not the case… do you think that, after seeing what you are capable of, we would ever want to give you a reason to become an enemy of Soul Society?" He looked down at the boy, who still seemed unsure, he continued, "You have my word, Kurosaki Ichigo."

At that, Ichigo seemed to relax a little, but maintained his guard. Rukia noticed how his hand would occasionally jerk up as if to grab his zanpakuto, but he would then lower it subtly. She watched him subconsciously for a moment or two, before a voice pulled her back to reality.

Yamamoto looked to her again, "Now… Miss Kuchiki, what is your decision?"

She awoke suddenly. Sitting up in her bed in bewilderment, What an odd dream…

She could hear the small sobs of an infant coming from beyond her room. She instinctively looked across the bed to see that no one was asleep beside her. Standing, she walked across the bedroom floor, opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

She loved this house. It was so homely; it was just the kind of house she always dreamed of owning when she was younger. Rukia Kuchiki smiled to herself.

Younger… like a hundred years younger, she thought looking at the many family photos that adorned the walls. Yes, she had indeed had a lot of time to think about her future home and family... during the course of her 'life'.

She walked towards the quiet sobbing. At the end of the hall was a door to another room. Rukia stopped at the door, listening inside as a grown man began speaking to the child.

Their child…

"What happened sweetie?" he asked in a gentle tone.

"I-I…saw a…g-ghost." The little girl replied. Rukia creaked open the door to see her five year old daughter sitting up in her bed, with a fearful look. She had long dark hair with a strand that always seemed to fall across her face, just like her mother's. Her brown eyes were filled with tears. Rukia was about to walk in when he spoke again.

Usually when a child says they have seen a ghost, their parents will immediately tell them that it was their imagination, a nightmare, that they ate too much chocolate right before bed... But in this house when the child says they saw a ghost, it's always the same response;

"Oh, Masaki, ghosts are nothing to be afraid of," He raised his hand to wipe away his daughter's tears, "In fact a lot of them are really nice."

"But what about the bad ones?" she heard a young boy question, worry now in his voice too.

"Yeah daddy," Masaki agreed, "What about the bad ones?"

Rukia bit her lips at their question. They were so young, and yet they knew so much. They had seen these 'bad ones' before, and as a mother Rukia will never forget the horrified look on their faces.

She peeked into the room once more to see the man look over to the young boy, Their son…

His deep blue eyes made his spiky orange hair all the more prominent as he approached his father, who replied, "The bad ones? Well Kaien… you just leave them to me, ok?" he smiled, giving his son a playful wink.

Both children nodded. Their father smiled, getting to his feet. He quickly tucked in both children, wishing them goodnight before he backing out of the room.

He still hadn't seen her, "Ichigo…" she began.

Her husband jumped at the sound of her voice, turning on heel, "God Rukia, are you trying to scare the life out of me?"

They stood in silence for a moment, Rukia staring at the floor. He noticed that face, "You have a bad dream too?" he asked, worry showing through his voice.

She looked up at him, "No… just a dream. It was nothing."

Accepting her answer he wrapped his arms around her waist, embracing her lovingly. "How was patrol?" she asked suddenly, her face still buried in his chest, taking in his scent.

"Ah, you know… not too much excitement."

"Ichigo…" she began.

He smiled at her tone. She worried way too much, "One big guy and a couple of shrimps, is that what you wanted to hear?"

Rukia pulled away slightly looking up into his eyes, "Any injuries?"

Ichigo frowned in such a way that he reminded her of back when he was fifteen. He sighed, "A couple of broken ribs… but Orihime fixed them up right after. I'm fine now."

She shook her head, "Why is it that you always manage to sustain the most wounds? Is it some kind of idiotic competition between you males, or what?"

He stifled a laugh, "Nah… I just tripped a couple of times…"

He smirked at the glare he received for his comment, before bending down and gently brushing his lips over hers. Her mood seemed to have shifted when he looked back down at her. She embraced him again, "I missed you, you know."

He laughed holding her close to him once more, "That's all right… you're only human…"

"Human…" she repeated softly into his chest.

Never in all her days had that word meant so much to her… then it did now… in his arms.

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