It was as if part of him had come true home at this moment as the dragon roared into the darkened part of the soul that it called him once more. Every cell of his skin and body sung and bathed in the thunderous roar of the ice dancer as Hyourinmaru once more was back home with Shiro. This was home to him and it's all he needed to know.

Yet so much damage had been done to the soul of his wielder it was as if he might shatter like a china doll if touched the wrong way or dropped all the hard. What had happened to the once proud Heavenly Guardian that handled him with the artist stoke to brush to paper. What had they done to him all these months to the young soulless boy who even clung to the hilt of the blade as a lost child? So much had happened to the young child without the dragon to draw on the stagnate and comfort as he always did beforehand.

Hyourinmaru knows one thing and one thing only in this moment.

They would pay dearly or more so for doing this to his Hitsuyaga and so much more...

Strange, Shiro just stood there for the moment, his hands clasping the hilt in a tighten shake. What would happen now and what did it all mean to him also? He had followed the voice this far and reclaimed it seems a very part of his soul that Aizen had stolen some time ago. Yet no memories dawned and left him with only more questions the sought to be answered. Now his main goal was to get out of here and alive.

Yet where?

The ashen hell belonged to Aizen-sama and his underlings along with Momo. What would happen if they found him now? To be placed in the darkness once more without light and to be under touch again? His body remember all to all to a well of those "Teaching" sessions Momo had done while Aizen or Gin would watch even drinking tea while he screamed out and wept in the pain, begging to be released or killed...

That was something he did not want to have done again, his back would hold that tale in the scars of the flesh.

So what to do or where to go? No one was there to help him at all in this task.

"We run into the sands.."

A voice? Sounding of cracking ice and thunder in his head, could that even be possible? Shiro span around in the room to see if Aizen was playing with him for breaking into his room.

Yet no one stood there his eyes could make out the shifting shadows of the lamps light. So who had spoken to him? Could it be the blade? That seemed a bit out there even for him at this point in his life. A talking blade was just ludicrous to even famine that such a thing could happen to all people in the worlds but him. Shiro only huffed as his heart kept in the frantic beat of the moment that he would be caught red-handed and sent back to that place.

"This is no dream Hitsuyaga..I am a part of your very soul. Have they taken so much from you? How far have you fallen from yourself?" the voice sounded lost, sad that the young boy could not recall him the once wonderment dragon he had called his own. "I am the one speaking to you, inside of you."

Teal eyes doubled in sizes that it seemed they might fall from his face in the shock of hearing the voice once more but it also answered his traveling thoughts. A part of him? Also, the name the gentlewoman had whispered to him in his moments of deepest pain. Hitsyaga...was he the real Hitsuyaga? Yet he knew one thing he dragon was right on. They had to run and flee from this place and to where? There was one way he knew that was out..and it would be a messy escape but it was the best chance to keep on living and to find his answers to everything that had been hidden from him.

For a moment his mind tried to think of something, anything that might lead a way out. Then the simplest thing hit him.

Garage shot.

As strange or normal as it sounded for this place to have one it did. He had taken out the garbage for Momo more than once and each level had one in the same place so by chance it was very close to the doorway of Aizen room. Shiro had a way out at least and a chance to find more on the truth. Taking off in a dead run he left the lamp in its place. He had to get out..to find the truth the blade gripped in his hands as if it was chained to them.

Shiro won't ever let go of this blade. Somehow it was part of him in ways he didn't understand at all but his body seemed to recall the phantom memory of this blade as the fingers fell into the bindings as if they knew every inch of the scabbard. His heart pounded in his chest in every beat to the pads of his feet on the stone floor. It seemed time slowed to noting as he ran from the heart of hell to seek out a way or try at least. It was more then what he had done these past weeks or months. Time had no measurement in this place so his mind had lost the knowledge to keep it or hidden it from him as most f memories had become in the days of aching flesh that lay scared now and heal on the young body of the boy.

It lay silent in his hands, this living blade. Save the faint traces of coldness on his fingertips like a phantom touch of something he knew but could not recall at all. The hallway bloomed into his eyesight at last! One teal eye peered between the cracks of the open door frames to see any shadows of the hollows or those of the King himself.

Nothing...

Good! Shiro slipped out of the door frames to close them once more to run away down the hallway. Most of this place in the outline was the same, so the shoot had to be very close to the main rooms as it was in Momo's part of the building. He could only hold he breathe as he turned to the corner, hoping it was there and by some matter of the draw it was! Luck was indeed with him this day at least for once. Taking in one deep breath as he pulled open the vent...this was it! Not casting one look behind him, the small frame jumped down the steep sides to escape the ash halls. No one would have known he was gone here at all. Yet one pair of cat-like green eyes saw this all happen, strangely enough, they didn't care or show any sort of feeling for the boy but a slight or a passing smile on the black lips shown for a moment.

All the boy knew was he was free at last of Aizen and Momo now just to find out the answers to one question.

Who was he really?