Story One: The Meeting
Hourousha randomly walked the courtyard, waiting for something to happen. His navy blue spikes bounced as he continuously paced back and forth. Damn Yamamoto not giving me any freakin missions because of one slip-up. Jumps down my throat the first chance he freakin gets.... Not much of a speaker, he did most of his ranting in his head. Actually, a lot of things happened in his head, which should be more vocalized. Like the other day when he saw the purple-haired captain picking on an academy student. He was girly looking and wore his hair in a ponytail and she kept stealing it from him. He would get worked up, start ranting and trying to hit her, but she was very talented at shunpo and danced around him elegantly, yet deadly. He could read a person just by their eyes and her eyes shone of cleverness and mischievousness, yet a mature, hidden side. He remembered clearly her name as he yelled it.
"Yoruichi!!"
It had a ring that was stuck in his head. He stopped and pulled himself out of his thoughts to realize that he had stopped pacing and had been completely side tracked from his anger at Yamamoto. He sat in the courtyard and placed his claymore-size zanpaku-tou in front of him and folded his legs. Though this 'Yoruichi' had been stuck in his head, it wasn't because of her killer looks. Her face expressed a hidden meaning. She was planning something and it was going down soon. Assuming that since she was skilled at shunpo, she must have been part of the stealth force. Their expertise was shunpo and dying really fast. It made him wonder why he wasn't in the stealth force. Pulling himself out of his random thoughts, again, he stood up and started heading towards the Squad Two barracks. He barely made a sound when approaching the room, but he knew that she was already aware of his presence.
"It's awfully late to be visiting..." Her cat-like voice rang through the room and out into the hallway where he stood. He came around the corner, his hand on his sword's handle, which was attached to his back. She smiled at him as she shunpoed behind him and put her hand on his wrist so he couldn't draw his blade. He was just as quick and already had his hand on her wrist.
"I didn't come to fight." Definitely not to fight. She would be a nightmare to fight because too many personal emotions. The personal part was that she reminded him of his friend who had entered the academy with him. Due to his unnatural hollow zanpaku-tou, he couldn't control his powers and killed her while trying to protect her from a hollow. Ever since then, Yamamoto has had a reason to hate him, though they've always hated each other. He realized that she was much shorter than him, like a foot shorter, so roughly around 5". Though she was shocked at his reflexes, she hid it well.
"Nice reaction time. So, why did you come in here with an expression that gave me the impression that you wanted to fight?' Hourousha hardly ever smiled. He was very stoic and just realized how easily his intentions, or the small range of facial expressions, could be misunderstood.
"I have a question for you." Her smiled faded slightly, she could tell that he was perceptive. He continued, his voice deep, yet quiet. "I know you hang out with Kisuke Urahara. You two are up to something and I was just curious what."
"Up to something? Never!" Hourousha didn't smile
"Don't play dumb with me." Her smiled faded as she sighed.
"You catch on fast. I guess I can't talk my way out of this one." She paused. "What's your name?"
"Hourousha Yamada."