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（ one of the queen's suites... ichigo gives her a sideways look, but doesn't ask the question that's abruptly burning a hole in him. instead, he swallows it down. maybe it was business, or maybe she was mapping that area too — he doesn't have to jump to the worst possible conclusion. she wouldn't have said it so casually if that was the case, but his gaze still cuts away from her, brow furrowed with concern. ）

There were.

（ he's already decided to trust her with information about the shinigami. it's not like the rest is really all that much more. ）

But I couldn't open them on my own. I needed... （ a hell butterfly. the dangai. a guide. something. ） other ways.