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Upon being grabbed and feeling the familiar sensation of Takeru's power, Micheal focused his reiatsu in his neck and pulled it toward Takeru's thumb, breaking out of her grip as his right hand grabbed her by the neck and pressed her against the wall. Not much more was needed, really - Micheal just had to let his favorite hadou out and allow electricity to course through Takeru's body. "Hadou number 11: Tsuzuri Raiden," Micheal pronounced, the familiar tingle of electricity coursing through his arm and into Takeru as he pronounced the spell.

Micheal gave Takeru three seconds before letting go of her and stepping back so that she dropped to the floor as soon as he let go. "It must be blissful, hating me so much...it drives you so well to keep yourself awake. It is obvious, really, when you glare at me with that magnitude and effort, that you hate me, and I find that highly understandable."

Micheal grabbed Takeru by the collar again, muttering: "Bakudo 63: Sajo Sabaku." The ropes appeared and bound Takeru again as Micheal hauled her into his office, closing (and locking) the door behind him before he set Takeru on his desk and looked her in the eyes. "Unfortunately for you, it doesn't scare me. You will stay with me at all times until I feel that I can trust you alone, no matter how long that takes. You're in this for good, whether you like it or not...Lieutenant Konoe."

Micheal shook his head as he watched Takeru scatter everything. "I'll just have to clean that up sometime," he mused, walking over to his side of the desk and opening the bottom drawer. It contained a few pieces of glass that appeared to be smoking pipes, as well as what appeared to be a book of matches and a small bag filled with a greenish plant that had yellow crystals on it. Micheal set the bag on what little desk space he had left and removed some of the plant matter, putting it in the pipe. "I wouldn't know if you'd know what this is, but this does happen to be my office. If you have any complaints, then you might as well submit them to the roof that you are staring at."

Micheal lit the pipe, inhaling and taking in some of the smoke before leaning back in his chair. "If you would like some, then you just need to ask," he said, blowing the smoke out as he finished.

Micheal had been about to turn on his music when one of the damned butterflies flew in and melted into a sheet of paper that fell neatly into his "in" tray Picking it up, he read it and "...Orders. I cannot believe this."

The orders read as follows:
Abnormal readings picked up in Vancouver, Canada. You have been selected as you know the area. You are stationed there until further notice.

Micheal put away his pipe and the plants, walking over to Takeru and shaking her lightly. "Up. We're going back to the human world...on orders. Permission to say 'c**k'?"

Micheal sighed. "It's all right, you'll have an entire plane flight to Canada to sleep, plus when we get there I have this thing called a house that you can sleep in. We're going to Vancouver, which is my home city...and the place I died."

Pulling Takeru up, Micheal looked her over. "You're good to go, we just need to pick up your passport if you have one...you do have one, yes?"

Micheal let go of Takeru and twitched both his legs. His left leg came across his groin to protect it but at the same time dropped, with his right leg cutting under Takeru's knee and bringing her only support out from under her. In the same move, Micheal grabbed Takeru by the hair and pushed her head down toward his bent left knee but stopped just short of throwing it into his knee, letting her forehead instead tap it lightly. "Don't try that, Takeru. It's a fairly common tactic, and normally if one tries it on me they have a bit of a problem with the crater in their forehead."

Pulling Takeru up with him, Micheal pulled her over to his desk, taking a wallet and Canadian passport from the top drawer. "We'll need to stop by your house and get your passport. While I have multiple citizenships and many connections, I would much prefer if we used a legitimate passport. Makes things easier. If you have other proof of citizenship or identification, bring that too - you might need it. Once we're done there..."

Micheal turned back towards Takeru, but was looking at the door instead. "We'll be flying out of Narita International to Vancouver...stupid the way the Japanese seem to run it by having one insanely busy airport in an insanely populated city, but it's the only airport with service to Canada - and you had better behave yourself," he finished, looking at Takeru. "If you want, I'll buy some knockout pills and you can sleep for the flight over."

"I don't care." Micheal's response to Takeru's mess of "I don't"'s was cold and efficient as he grabbed Takeru by the collar again. "Be glad that I'm willing to just let you walk freely as long as you stay close, but if you do this then I can easily separate your soul for as long as I see fit and make it just look like you've fallen asleep by implanting a mod soul of my own...and no, you will not be able to touch me in soul form, or anyone else for that matter if you can even get moving down."

Micheal looked at the door again, putting a hand on his zanpakuto. "Or you can be quiet, look scared, I can explain to you how the airplane works and why it will not fall out of the sky, maybe you could take something of your choosing to help calm you down. Either way, I don't care. It is your choice, Takeru, and yours alone."

Micheal flicked his right hand to dispel the kido and drew his zanpakuto, holding it in front of him. "Now, let's see...the garage in my house. No supercar this time, it's too conspicuous...we'll take something smaller this time around." The familiar door appeared and slid open, revealing Micheal's garage and, parked near the gate, a Nissan Skyline. Offering Takeru his hand, Micheal nodded toward the car. "Let's go."