So this little idea came to me while walking awkwardly with my mom in the park, daydreaming about martial arts and BAM! boo yah this came to life! I warn you, this will feature a more savage version of Rukia and others(mini Kenpachis! not really)

Enjoy and don't be shy to point out my horrible grammar

Byakuya Kuchiki, head of the Kuchiki clan watched as her sister-in-law took down her opponent twice her size and threw him aside. It was a mystery of how a woman so petite and thin could accomplish such feat, but then again his family was known for being capable fighters

"Do you think the elders will be satisfied with her performance"? Hisana, Byakuya's wife whispered as she kept her eyes glued on the match

The fight seemed only for entertainment purposes but in reality it would decide of Rukia was fit to keep her place as heir in the family. If she lost the elders deeme her weak then she would be stripped of her rank and cast out of the clan.

"That I can not tell" The stoic grey-eyed Kuchiki replied non chantly

Hisana swallowed anxiety down and clutched the forest green fabric of her dress as a nervous habit.

You better win the small woman thought

In the arena itself Rukia was sweating buckets and the torches positioned in each corner of the square shaped fighting grounds didn't help the problem. The woman snapped out of her thoughts when her reflexes warned her about an opponent coming from behind. She turned, grabbed a muscular arm and threw it aside along with the body attached to the extremity

How does he keep standing up? Rukia mentally screamed as she watched he opponent, a man with a blonde ponytail rise again

The violet-eyed woman handspringed towards his direction. Using the man's shoulder's as a balance beam she vaulted over him and landed swiftly on the sand.

"You're out of luck sweetheart" He snarled and aimed a hook punch towards her face

Rukia dodged just barely, but his fist had grazed her cheekbone and the woman was sure a bruise had formed

"And you're going down" She spat back

Rukia back flipped, kicking her opponent in the process. The kick wasn't as strong as she hoped but it brought him down. Rukia almost cheered but she lost her footing and fell backwards, the air knocked out of her lungs. Gasping like a fish out of the water she clawed at the sand beneath her. Ponytail loomed over her, a predatory smile stiched onto his face. Rukia wheezed desperate to get air. The much needed Oxygen entered her lungs and she rolled over in time to avoid a fatal blow that would of crushed her wind pipe

The violet eyed woman stood up with some difficulty but managed to get into a defensive stance. The ponytail made a hook with his foot that was supposed to bring her down again. She avoided her fall and mustered the little strenght she had left for the next step of the fight

May the gods help me Rukia silently prayed, for the next move could cost her victory or defeat and disgrace. The woman inhaled and ran

She ran the opposite way, away from ponytail. The man stood there confused at the sudden change of tactics. Rukia almost laughed out loud at his stupidity and charged head on towards him. The woman somersaulted before once again mounting her opponet's shoulders

"Get off me"! He screeched but Rukia was deaf to his words

She briefly remembered her sister using some sort of manouver long ago against assasins that could knock out any kind of man or woman instantly, if the move was done right. She prayed once again and hoped she had remebered it right

At this point Ponytail was fevereshly trying to claw her off but her legs locked his arms which resulted in trashing.

Rukia took a deep breath, and jarred the heel of her hand into the base of his skull quick and hard. As she dismounted the man, time seemed to stop. She felt the eyes of the espectators and her family on her but she shook them off mentally

After what seemed an eternity she finally hit the ground, to find ponytail on the floor clearly passed out. She could of killed him but it hadn't been necessary and killing was only reserved for life and death situations as the Kuchiki code of morals dictated

One member in the audience bowed and the rest followed like dominos, each and everyone of them bowing at the new Kuchiki heir, even the stubborn elders

Rukia Kuchiki put her dirty hands on hips and let out a satisfactory sigh.

Well, that was my crappy ass fanfic typed from 11:00 to 1:00 in the morning :) The wonderful music of Corvus Corax motivated me and kept me fueled. Hope you liked this and the next chapter will explain shit more in depht if you didn't understand what I just typed. Hugs and take care from slender man