This story is not just mine, well I'm writing it and it was my idea, so it's kinda mine...mmmm...never mind. This story is also being worked on by my brother and sister, as the three OCs in this fic are based off of our personalities. Well, parts of our personalities. The point is, I'm not the only one working on the story.
Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. But I so wish I did.
Akino took a deep breath as she looked up at the sky from the courtyard in the first division barracks. She appeared about seventeen, but was in reality much older. She had short jet black hair streaked with silver that reached her chin and violet-crimson eyes. She wore the traditional shinigami uniform but had a purple sash tied tightly around her waist that bled into a deep, bright crimson as you reached the ends. A sleeveless, white captain's haori with the number nine on the back was worn over the uniform. The captain's meeting had just let out, and it had been her first. The Head-Captain had formally introduced her as the Captain of the Ninth Squad. Being in the presence of all of the captains at the same time had been somewhat intimidating.
"Aki-chan!"
Akino turned to see Kyōraku Shunsui, Captain of the Eighth, and Ukitake Jūshirō, Captain of the thirteenth. Kyōraku tipped his hat up, a carefree grin on his face. "Ah, excuse me." He said. "It's Captain Nakata now isn't it?"
Akino rolled her eyes. "Like you would actually call me by title anyway."
Kyōraku chuckled and nodded. "True, true."
"So what is it you two wanted with me? Or did you just come to say hello?" Akino asked, eyebrow raised. Ukitake chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Captain Ukitake!" Akino whined, swiping his hand away and trying to fix her hair, a childish pout on her lips.
"Awww," Kyōraku cooed, "You look so cute when you pout, Aki-chan." Akino stuck her tongue out at him.
"Now, now Akino." Ukitake said. "We just wanted to congratulate you on your promotion. And to let you know that if you ever need anything, feel free to come to us."
Akino smiled at the two captains that were like fathers to her. "Thank you, Captain Ukitake, Captian Kyōraku."
=^.^=
Takashi strode down the hallway, a bored expression on his face, hands tucked in his pockets. He was dressed in the traditional blue shinigami academy uniform. He had short, spiky, silver hair and bangs that fell into his crimson eyes. His left ear was pierced, a small black hoop dangling from his earlobe and a black stud at the top. At first glance, he looked like a little boy (He's around the same age as Hitsugaya Tōshirō when he was in the Academy.).
"TAKAAAAAAAA!"
Takashi closed his eyes and sighed, not pausing in his step or turning around. He knew exactly who was coming up behind him. The sudden weight that collided with his back caused him to stumble forward slightly, but he quickly righted himself and kept walking as a pair of thin arms wrapped around his shoulders and a pair of legs clothed in red wrapped around his waist. He cast the older girl on his back a look, before turning away again.
She had long waist length, jet black hair that was pulled back into a ponytail on top of her head, the ends of her hair dyed a bright purple. Her eyes were a stormy gray with flashes of electric blue and she was dressed in the girl's academy uniform.
Takashi tucked his hands back into his pockets, unintentionally allowing his arms to support her weight.
"Taka! Guess what! Guess what!" The energetic girl squealed as she bounced up and down and shook his shoulders.
"Hmm?"
Unfazed by the lack of response, she continued. "They posted our graduating ranks! Let's go see!" she said, a big smile on her face.
"Aoi." The girl turned to him. "Why did you have to jump on me to tell me that?"
Aoi paused for moment before she smiled and ruffled his hair. "Cause I wanted a piggy-back ride, silly!" Takashi sighed. "Now let's go see our rankings! Onward, Taka!"
"Whatever." Takashi said, his tone indifferent, a bored expression still on his face, as he started walking toward the courtyard where the rankings were displayed. When the two reached the courtyard, Aoi jumped off his back and skipped over to the board that displayed the rankings.
"Oooooo! Look, Taka! You're ranked eleventh!" Aoi exclaimed, waving him over in a somewhat frantic manner, pointing at the board. Sure enough, when Takashi looked at the board, his name was there, "Nakata Takashi" written clearly and neatly in the eleventh space. He let his eyes wander over the board, seeing who was ranked what. When his eyes fell on the first slot, he read "Nakata Aoi".
"Look. You got first." He said, pointing to the board, not really sounding all that excited. Aoi turned and read the board. Her face broke out into a huge grin as she started jumping up and down and clapping. "Yay! I can't wait to tell Onee-chan! She'll be so proud of us! Don't you think, Taka? I'm so excited!" she exclaimed, waving her arms up and down.
"Can you believe it? She's the top in our class."
"What about the boy? He's pretty high up too."
Takashi glanced out of the corner of his eye to see a group of students huddled together on the other side of the courtyard.
"This is ridiculous. I mean, look at them! He's a kid, and she's…."
"An airhead. Tell me about it."
"I heard she already has a seated position in one of the squads."
"I feel bad for which ever squad gets stuck with her."
"Yeah. I know I'd go crazy. What about the boy though? He have anything?"
"No, not yet. But it probably won't amount to much. He doesn't really care about anything. With that kind of attitude, I doubt he can even get into one of the squads."
"True enough. Have you-"
The person speaking cut off. The group turned to see what he was looking at only to be met with Takashi's crimson gaze. His expression was blank, but his eyes were intense. The group gulped and ran out of the courtyard. Takashi let a small frown make its way to his lips. Stupid jerks. And they called him a kid. He was ten times more mature then them!
"Taka! Are you even listening to me?"
Takashi turned back to Aoi. "You were talking?" he asked in a bored tone.
"Silly! I told you that I'm going to walk you over to your division tomorrow." She said, a smile on her face.
"Whatever." Takashi said, letting his eyes linger on his sister's face. Her smile had not faltered, but he could tell it was no longer genuine. So she had heard after all. He was pulled from his thoughts when her hand grabbed his. She began dragging him out of the courtyard, squeezing his hand reassuringly. He squeezed back.
It didn't matter what those jerks said. They didn't need them. They had each other and they had their Onee-chan. They didn't need anyone else.
So that's the end. Love it? Hate it? Let me know and hopefully it will be the former!
P.S. Since this fic is a multi-person project, it will probably be updated slower that usual...which is already really slow, so...you might want to review. We will need the motivation.