Authors Note- You guys are great. Everyone wanted me to write a sequel. So here the cliffhanger that gets ready for the next one.

And here is the popularity contest results so far.

8th – Uryu Ishida – (Sorry Ishida, maybe because you didn't have a big part in this story…)

7th – Akane the Nentou- (That's okay, I don't really like him either)

6th – Sado (Chad) Yastora- (Didn't have a big part In the story, but still managed to beat out one of the main character, Who doesn't love Chad?)

5th – Katashi The Naiyou- (The Kenpachi demon clone. Well… he had a awesome final battle)

4th Byakuya Kuchiki (He's always so popular)

And Now for the Top Three

3rd Place

Kagai Hitokagai

2nd Place

Rukia Kuchiki

1st Place

Ichigo Kurosaki

One of my own characters was placed behind Ichigo and Rukia. That's a real honor for me. Thanks! Well here it is, the set up for the next story…

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The night was dark. A cool breeze swayed over the a huge pile of rubble. A small squirrel hopped up onto one of the larger pieces of stone. It is possible that the squirrel was wondering how all these giant rocks got into the middle of its home. It is possible it was wondering what all this ruble was doing in the middle of the forest.

The squirrel hopped onto another rock. Suddenly, the creature heard a rustling to its right. A giant rock was suddenly pushed aside. The squirrel, frightened, took off for the safety of the trees.

A figure emerged from the spot the rock had been moments before. The figure was heavily injured. Blood was dripping from its body, running all the way down from its face to its tail. The figure started to limp away. Away from the remains of Harukas Temple. Blood continued to drip from his wounds, but he paid no mind to them. The feeling coursing through his veins was not pain, but pure hate. That hate gave him strength.

The figure limped away into the night. And as he moved, two words escaped from his lips. Those two words were spoken with such malice and vile hatred it would have made a vastro lorde cringe in fear. He spat out those two words like poison.

"Ichigo…Kurosaki…"

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Authors Note- Well, there you have it. The cliff hanger for the next story. Be on the lookout for it. I should be able to start it soon.