Hey Everyone! I'm back! (No none or your complaining helped.)
First off. I got my grades up so now, I'm free to finish writing the rest of the story. Prepare to be spammed. XD
(I'll probably re-upload in two week intervals, so I can have some time to finish typing Sasuke's Chapter, and finish up Muete's Chapter, and start on the others.)
Secondly – All of the chapters are almost the same as they were; all the typos are fixed and the author's notes have been changed.
Thirdly – If you still think of me as a bitch, well, thank you for the compliment. I think I'm awesome too.
Now… The story.
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Has anyone ever wondered about what some of the Insane Army Captains were like before we got our positions?
I'm still going to remain Anonymous(1) until the very end of the story; and no, before you ask, I'm not accepting requests. What you see is what you get. These are simply based on your personality and how I picture you.
Like it, love it, or whatever.
(I personally don't care what you like or don't like, deal with it.)
First up --- Tsukiyomi-soutaicho
-Peace.
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Every army needs a strong leader, because without that leader… how is it even possible for it to exist?
Tsukiyomi
Tsukiyomi had been born to a rather wealthy Noble Clan living in District 1, with the other nobles. Despite her cushy lifestyle, she wasn't as well off as other's tend to believe…This is her story…
"And, don't forget, you'll have to be prepared for the clan meeting in the morning
a woman to a young child, about nine years old who was sitting in front of a television.
"Tsukiyomi are you listening to me?"
The child looked up at her mother with a fake lady-like smile plastered on her face.
"Yes mother, I'll be in charge of the clan meeting in the morning" the girl replied as sweetly as possible. (Which is pretty hard to do when you are bored out of your mind.)
"Good so you understand that with no sons, your father expects you to—
"Carry on the family tradition and become a great Clan leader, and a respected shinigami." Tsukiyomi finished monotonously.
Her mother stared at her with an arched eyebrow. "Very well then. Your father and I shall take our leave." She said as she walked out of the room.
Tsukiyomi sighed and patiently waited for the all too familiar slamming of the great stain glassed front door. It came sooner than anticipated; apparently her father had been waiting down stairs.
Tsukiyomi sighed, at the age of nine; it was her job to host the clan meeting because her parents were never home. She cast a cautious glance to the red and white uniform of the Shinigami Academy. As soon as the meeting would end…she would start at the academy.
She sighed again; her test results had been top of the advanced class, her father had been overjoyed at the results but his words still stung her.
With a sad smile the elderly man placed the slip of snow white paper on the desk. He remained still for several minutes as if deep in thought…
'Tsukiyomi' he said finally. 'I'm very proud of you…but if only you had been a boy… then you could have brought me great honor.'
Tsukiyomi closed her eyes, she would not cry.
Slowly she stood up and turned the television off and gave a final glance out the window. It was close to sunset and the sky was tinged pink, pale orange, and deep in the west, it was dark navy with night. The shadows slowly crawling out of their hiding places to reclaim what the light of day took from them.
She opened the window and allowed the chilled night breeze to dance on her skin, as she gave a small smile and climbed out the window and into her family's gardens.
Her parents had given her a ground-floor bedroom because she wasn't a boy. It was times like this that made Tsukiyomi grateful because it certainly made sneaking out much, much easier.
She stopped a few feet from the house and inhaled a deep; fresh breathe of the fresh outside air. The clean relief she had been looking for.
"Somebody's out past her curfew. Don't all nobles go to bed when the sun goes down?"
Tsukiyomi whipped her head around. Who could have passed the security guards? She looked around madly for the intruder and source of the voice.
"Can't you just sense me? I'm up here" The person, a girl from the sound of the voice sounded impatient. Tsukiyomi looked up.
Sitting on a branch in the plum tree was a girl that was about Tsukiyomi's age, maybe a little older.
Tsukiyomi couldn't see the girl's features in the almost-gone-still-dimming-light of twilight. The girl leaped effortlessly out of the tree and landed in front of Tsukiyomi, who couldn't help but fell a smug satisfaction that she had about four inches in height on the stranger.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my family's gardens? How did you get past security?" Tsukiyomi questioned immediately.
"First off, your security sucks since I got here with no problems. Second, I was sleeping until all the commotion and the slamming of doors woke me up…and I thought all nobles were sticklers for manners; it's polite to introduce yourself before asking for someone else's name" The mystery girl replied.
Tsukiyomi blinked madly. Never has anyone spoke to her like that. "H-how? Why?"
The girl chuckled, not bothering to hide her amusement. "I take it you're the noble daughter of this household."
Tsukiyomi nodded. "What are you doing here?" She asked again, not about to give her name to a complete stranger.
The girl smiled "I'm hiding until I can start the academy tomorrow."
"YOU? What do you specialize in?" Tsukiyomi's definition of weird had officially been shattered. This took the cake as the weirdest thing she had ever seen.
"Hey, kid, your 'rents are gone, why don't you come have a little fun with me?" the girl said suddenly, as if avoiding the question.
"Zanjutsu(I), Hakuda(II), Houhou(III), Kido(IV); which one?" Tsukiyomi was slowly growing impatient.
The girl chuckled. "Well, I guess I'll find out when I get to the Academy"
Tsukiyomi was mortified. Never had she heard of a shinigami-to-be not knowing what she excelled in.
"So, you coming or not?" the girl asked.
Tsukiyomi blinked "Where?"
"Who cares?" the girl said, grabbing Tsukiyomi's arm and dragging her off.
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Tsukiyomi slowly climbed back into her window, her legs ached from all the running she and the girl had done. Turning around, she saw the girl perched in the windowsill. "I guess, see ya tomorrow" the girl said.
"You never gave me your name!!" Tsukiyomi exclaimed, getting exasperated it.
The girl gave her a sad smile. "Don't worry, Tsukiyomi, you'll know it soon enough. Just remember my face." She said, as she leaped out the window.
Tsukiyomi blinked. Never in her entire life had she had so much fun. The girl had dragged her to a local festival. In the bright lights of the festive decorations, she had gotten a good look at the girl.
Short light brown to pale blond hair, jagged along the ends like it had been hastily cut, it was about an inch below her ears and the girl had blue eyes. She was pretty and the most exotic person Tsukiyomi had seen so far in her nine years, her parents had kept her indoors so the only people she had seen were the familiar dark-haired individuals of her own family.
It had really been her first time out… unsupervised… never had she felt so alive… so free… Since the girl said she'd start the academy as the same day as she, Tsukiyomi smiled for once as she drifted into a sweet dream filled sleep, excited to see her new, first and so-far, only friend in school the next day.
'Maybe life is worth living… Maybe there's more to life than what Father and Mother claim… Maybe I can please them… and still do it my way…'
Her eyes were getting heavy; sleep was beginning to claim her. She rolled over to her side, yawned… and two words escaped her lips before the sweet blessed sleep gently carried her to her precious dream world…
'Thank you'
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(1) – If any of you can guess who is writing this, kudos to you. If you like the stories I'm happy for you, if not… I really don't care so stick that in you juice-box and suck it.
(2)
I. Zanjutsu (Sword art)
The art of how well they can use their Sword/Weapon to its full potential.
II. Hakuda (Hand-to-hand)
The art of physical power and hand to hand fighting skills.
III. Houhou (Movement)
The art of how fast they can move, dodge and counter act.
IV. Kidô (Demon Magic)
The art of how well they can use spells and magic
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