**RECAP**
Kyo enters the world of the living, fights with Urahara a little (more like just yells at him) and decides to visit her family.
**END RECAP**
Kyo’s P.O.V.
I silently walked out of the alley and down the street. I remembered every place… Of course, nothing had really changed. I walked past the place where Tatsuki and I totally kicked some ass. I let the pleasant memories fill me up. Geez, I bet Tatsuki is already an excellent blackbelt, and if she wasn’t…well I bet she is. I walked pasted the schools and shops and houses, remembering almost every detailed memories I had there, most of them having to do with that boy, whose memory was scattered across my mind. I finally crossed the street to the river, where I died. Then, the painful memories began to haunt me once more. I shook my head, clearing my mind of those silly thoughts. I began to walk down the hill once more, seeing my ten year old self running down that same hill. I stopped right at the spot where the puddle used to be, seeing myself slip and fall. I walked farther down and began to see my sliding form going into the rushing river. I squinted my eyes shut and shook my head again, but I still saw all the memories the further I walked. I saw my body being carried by the current down the river, choking and praying for help. I stopped when I came in straight line view of the rock, remembering how I stared into the boys eyes before I slammed into it. I tightly sqinted my eyes shut again and turned my bowed head to the side, clutching my fingers into tight fists as I remembered the blood in the water. But the thing I remember the most about the spot I was standing on was the promise I failed to keep…To watch over my family until I died. Instead, I had the boy make that promise to me, to ease my dying soul, so I could pass on. I could see my limp body lying there and the boy crying next to me. But then, I saw something I never had before. After I had breathed my last breath, I saw my brothers, crying and trying to wake me up. “Mommy, why won’t she wake up?” Sam said. Sam was always the weaker one, and you could tell by the amount of tears that rolled down his face. Greg, however, looked down at my limp body and tried to dry his tears and tried to be a brave little soldier, like I had taught him to be. But it was too much. Our dad came up behind him, and put a hand on Greg’s back. “She’s not coming back is she…?” He told himself more than he asked, ‘cause he already knew the answer. The poor five year old covered his eyes wih his arm, while my father dropped down to his knees, giving Greg a hug, while silent tears fell down his own face. Mom completely fell apart though, defiantly not making fragile little Sam feel any better. Sam clutched onto our mothers elbow as he cried, as our mother buried her face in her hands, hating herself for being so foolish as to let her eldest child and only daughter out of her sights for too long, also feeling the guilt of ignoring her needs to deal with the younger boys. That’s when your young friend walked over and said the word in a whisper “I’m so sorry… I just couldn’t do anything to help…” also breaking down grieving the loss of me… That’s when I couldn’t take it anymore. I shot open my eyes I ran to my house, trying to forget those memories, the new and old, That had scattered themselves across my mind. When I got to my house, I solely and silently slid out of my gigai and entered the house by floating through the door. I stood in the doorway, then heard feet crashing down the stairs. They stopped at the flight before the door and began to fight. Wow, these guys haven’t changed a bit I kept thinking as I looked up to see Gregory and Samuel fighting at the base of the stairs. Well, I guess they had grown a lot. What were they, like, 10 now? Again I glanced up at the fighting forms and let out a small laugh. The boys jumped at the noise. Oh shit. I forgot the boys could see ghosts and spirits, and, of course, me, a soul reaper. For a few awkward moments, you just stared at each other, but then…
