First fanfic ever, but one of many stories I've already written. Please be brutally honest! And I know that nothing really interesting happened yet, but just wait for the next chapter or just skip to the 4th chapter once it comes out. If I get enough good reviews I'll finish the story (But I'll finish it anyway, just won't post it here (x !). And I'm not a wannabe Japanese person. I only used some Japanese because that's where the story takes place and I'm trying to make it more realistic and give it another side. So don't hate me for it! (x And just so you know it's only rated T because there's some violence in the 4th Chapter or so... I didn't think it was that appropriate for little kids.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters (Sora and Tomoyo are mine), this is strictly and purely fanmade.
Wednesday afternoon was probably the busiest day in the entire week so far. The sky was in one of its most beautiful shades while the radiant sun shone through the windows of the meeting room. Its light brightened the scarlet walls and railings on the second-floor.
Four, perfect, single file lines of six or less stood side-by-side vertically across the rectangular room with a huge gap in between the middle lines. Both middle lines were full of people with black kimonos and white jackets. Each jacket had a different symbol on their back which signified what Division they belonged to. The people on the two outer lines just wore the black kimonos without the jackets. But some of the people had added some sort of accessory to their uniform, like a sash or something of the sort.
An old man with a white jacket draped over his shoulders stood at the front of the room with his fukutaichou standing beside him. All eyes were on him, either that or at least their attention was as he spoke.
"I'd like to introduce to you all the replacements for our former taichous of the 3rd, 5th and 9th Divisions. Please welcome them with open arms." Yamamoto's right eye suddenly opened. "9th Division: Yusuke Tomoyo-taichou"
The great blue doors opened on queue – it seemed in slow motion – but then they swung closed quickly and abruptly. At first it was hard to notice her because of her height and the fact that they were all expecting someone taller. Also, her name gave people the impression of a sophisticated middle-aged woman with dark hair and eyes. But she was the exact opposite, different from how they had portrayed her. Tomoyo's hair was light pink like Yachiru's but longer and her eyes were an interesting shade of grey. As for her height, once she stood in between Shunsei and Hitsugaya, they could all tell that she was shorter then Hitsugaya by at least centimetre. Awkward as she already was, she only looked to be twelve-years-old or so and her hair was gathered together in a white cloth on either side of her head (like Chi's in Chobits). The expression on her face was serious, although looking into her foggy eyes you could see a blissful light glimmering inside.
Hisagi looked at his new taichou from behind. It was weird that he had to look down at his superior to see her, then again it was better that that wasn't an expression. But would he come to respect her or treat her as well as he did with Tousen? Hisagi knew that he had to but he wasn't to sure if he could. Now he knew how Matsumoto felt.
"5th Division: Yasashii Sora-taichou."
Once again the doors opened, but it was quicker than Tomoyo's entrance. Sora was tall, dark haired man with an untidy mushroom cut. His eyes were the exact shade of blue as the sky was today and there was one only one word to describe him: horrible. As amazing as his eyes were, there were enormous bags under them and it looked like the happiness and colour had been sucked out of him. If he hadn't moved towards the place where Yamamoto gestured him to, they would've all thought that he was unaware of what was going on. But just like Tomoyo he seemed to be happy and felt accomplished. Even with his eyes drooping and weary, there was something that said 'I've finally done it!'.
"Lastly, but definitely not the least, 3rd Division: Kurosaki Ichigo-taichou." A few grins spread across people's faces; namingly Abarai Renji, Zaraki Kenpachi and Kuchiki Rukia.
For the final time the doors opened and an orange haired shinigami entered. A smile was etched upon his face as his right hand was on his zanpakuto's hilt. Behind him, was Yasutora Sado and Ishida Uryuu, Ishida wearing his Quincy garb and Sado with his Brazo Derecha de Gigante. They weren't any different then when they first came to Soul Society but to many people it was like seeing a baby and then years later you see it again for the first time and they're already a grownup adult.
"That aside, there is the matter of the battle to take place in Winter." Yamamoto shut his eye. "I am assigning the taichous and the fukutaichous of the 3rd, only seated members of the 4th, 5th, 6th, 9th, 10th, 11th, and 13th Divisions to go to the Material World."
Many of them had seen this coming, although they didn't expect there to be leftbehinds.
"Then what are the rest of us supposed to do here?" Mayuri questioned a bit agressively.
"Our theory of Aizen attacking Karakura Town might be incorrect and so I am stationing the rest to stay in Seiretei. Everyone is to be training and preparing in the meantime. But if this information is correct then I will send everyone else later on."
He let out a snort but otherwise stayed quiet.
"Does anyone else object to this?"
No one said anything because Yamamoto probably had something to back him up.
"If there are no objections then the leaders for this mission are Kurosaki-taichou and Yusuke-taichou."
"I understand Kurosaki," It was Mayuri again. "but why Little Miss Pink-taichou?"
Tomoyo didn't seem offended at all at this retort and she had no visible reaction to all the looks she was getting.
"Yusuke-taichou is very capable of leadership and is as good for the job as Kurosaki-taichou is."
Mayuri looked at her. "Any idea why?"
Yamamoto answered for her. "Yusuke-taichou is a human from Karakura Town, just like Kurosaki-taichou."
Once again people were looking at her; she was really something, wasn't she?
"Any more objections?" The old man asked, then continued once no one said anything. "Then it's settled, dismissed."
Yamamto walked through the gap in the middle of the lines with Sasakiba Chojiro, his fukutaichou, following behind him closely. Everyone was content with his decision except for Mayuri and some of the other leftbehinds, but no one expressed it.
Tomoyo turned around, seeing as everyone else had found their fukutaichous by doing so. In front of her was a man much taller then herself, with dark hair and a furrowed brow. He reminded her of Ichigo somewhat, always scowling. But it wasn't Tomoyo to judge someone just by their looks. She saw through the tattoos, scars and punk-like appearance and would take in whatever her first impression of him was, judging by his personality. Then again she wouldn't really hate him if he turned out to be as hardcore as he looked; there were people even worse then that. If she gave into this then she wondered how she'd do with the others that were worse.
"Yusuke-taichou, I'm Hisagi Shuuhei-fukutaichou." He introduced.
She smiled weakly. "Nice to meet you, Hisagi-fuku – "
"You know, you don't have to be so formal with Hisagi or anyone below your rank... You're the superior." It was Matsumoto.
Tomoyo looked back and forth between the two. "Hisagi."
Hisagi looked at Matsumoto and then back to Tomoyo. "And this is Rangiku Matsumoto-fuktaichou from 10th Division."
"Nice to meet you, Yusuke-taichou." Matsumoto greet.
"You too." Tomoyo smiled again, but bigger.
Matsumoto clasped her hands together and closed her eyes. "You're so kawaii!"
"Arigato…" Her face redened abit but then it went down .
"Hey, Matsumoto, let's go already." Hitsugaya suddenly cut in.
"Eh, taichou…" She began to plead.
"Move it already." He began to walk.
"Gomenasai, Yusuke-taichou, this is my taichou, Hitsugaya Toshiro."
She looked at him for awhile. "Konnichiwa, Toshiro-kun."
"Hai, konnichiwa." He didn't stop.
Matsumoto sighed. "Taichou, you're so heartless…"
He stayed quiet.
"Again, gomenasai, Yusuke-taichou and Hisagi." She excused herself then followed Hitsugaya out.
They stared at the spot where they were once standing it. For some reason, it felt like they were lost somehow, in meeting room. It was understandable as to why Tomoyo had that feeling but not Hisagi. He had been here for years now and so he was more familiar with the place, it's people and the attitude of a certain white haired taichou. Yet being around Tomoyo gave the people around her a relaxed feeling, so relaxing that you forget stuff at random times. It was a good feeling but it had sort of an unwanted effect.
"Should we go? We'll be the last ones here if we don't leave before Kurosaki – taichou - and Yasashii-taichou." He asked, snapping back to reality.
"Kurosaki-taichou?" Her eyes wandered around the room until she saw some orange. "Wait, I want to talk to Kurosaki-taichou and Yasashii-taichou."
Hisagi followed along beside her as she made her way towards Ichigo and Co. He was with Ishida Uryuu, Yasutora Sado and his new fukutaichou, Kira Izuru. Along with them was Yasashii Sora and Hinamori Momo; they were talking, and it seemed to be about food.
"Tomoyo!" Ichigo called even before she had reached them.
"Kurosaki-taichou." She quickened her pace and smiled.
"Taichou? I'm not like Hitsugaya, you don't have to addess to me so formally. We're friends, remember?"
"Friends?" Tomoyo repeated as if she had never heard the word before.
He looked her then patted her head. "Orihime declared it, remember? She wouldn't let us go until we agreed."
Tomoyo just looked dumb-struck.
"Hey, Shuuhei, come over here."
Hisagi obeyed and went over. "What?"
Ichigo bent closer to his ear so that no one but Hisagi could hear. "Look after Tomoyo, okay? She can get really… forgetful sometimes."
"For – "
"Don't say it out loud!" Ichigo looked funny, worried, but funny.
"Gomenasai, Kurosaki-taichou…" He mumbled.
"Tomoyo-chan, I had a dream of angry sushi chasing me one day." Yasashii stated suddenly.
"May I guess?"
He nodded.
"You got sick after eating sushi the next day?"
His smile grew. "You must be pshycic, Tomoyo-chan!"
She smiled.
"I'll tell you more of my dreams whenever you stop by at my office."
"Really?"
"Anytime."
"Arigato, Sora-San!"
"Is that why you were talking about food?" Hisagi asked.
Hinamori nodded. "Yasashii-taichou has very interesting dreams! Most of them are about food."
"His other dreams involved rice drowning him and fish shaped taiyuki eating him." Ichigo added.
"You should listen to your dreams." Yasashii advised.
Hisagi looked at him but didn't comment, he'd rather not start any tension. "Yusuke-taichou why don't we try catching up to Hitsugaya-taichou and Matsumoto."
She nodded. "Hai."
"We'll have to go then."
"Then… ja ne Ichigo, Sado-kun, Ishida, Sora-san, everyone."
"Hai, sayonara Yusuke-taichou, Hisagi-kun! Say hello to Hitsugaya-kun for me." Hinamori waved.
"Kira." Hisagi nodded towards Izuru.
Tomoyo smiled then turned around, Hisagi did the same without smiling and they walked out. Although they looked nothing alike; they looked like brother and sister. But they weren't that close right now, at least not yet.
Once outside they noticed Zaraki, Yachiru, Ikkaku and Yumichika waiting for someone outside. Since Hisagi didn't feel like it and Tomoyo didn't know them at all, they walked passed them then used shunpou to get to Toshiro and Matsumoto faster.