disclaimer: I own nothing except for my ocs
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In the light of the sun,
Is there anyone?
Oh it has begun.
Oh dear, you look so lost,
Eyes are red
And tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed.
You said,
You don't know me,
And you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said,
You don't know me,
And you don't wear my chains, oh yeah.
Yeah.
-Bostonby Augustana
"Good morning class," said sensei as she enters the dull classroom. "Today we have a transfer student from the United States joining us. Please come in now"
The door opened to reveal a 15 year old girl with hip length red-brown hair fading to strawberry-blond at the tips. Instead of the uniform, she wore black chained pants, a matching tank top with a red dragon, and over this she wore a black fishnet jacket. She had crystals for earrings, a silver cross with a black stone around her neck, a strange pendent that has a grey stone witch turns blue when the light hits it in a setting that appears to have wings, and a bracelet that seems to be a silver chain with a small charm. She had pale skin and dark circles under her eyes, as though she had not had a good nights sleep. But that was nothing compared to her eyes. They were pitch black and piercing, like she could see into your very soul. They held the haunted look of someone who has seen a lifetime of sorrow.
"I'm sorry, but I have not yet received the uniform sensei," said the monotone voice of the red head.
"That is fine for today," replied the teacher. "Please introduce yourself to the class."
"My name is Lynna Randilyn. Until recently I have lived in the United States. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," she said rather stiffly.
"Thank you Miss Randilyn, please take your set behind Kurosaki Ichigo," said the teacher. "He's the orange haired boy over there."
"Thank you sensei." Lynna replied, chains jingling as she moved toward the indicated seat.
The day passed without incident even as the class watched the transfer student from the corner of their eyes. When the lunch bell rang the student headed for the door. As Ishida exited the room he accidentally brushed against Lynna. His face showed shock for just a second then was quickly replaced with a carefully composed mask before following Ichigo and the others to their rooftop meeting place.
"Did anyone else notice the new girl," asked Ishida in a serious voice.
"You mean her large reiatsu," said Rukia. "I only felt it for a second"
"What do you mean?" asked Ichigo while leaning against a wall.
"You always did suck at sensing reiatsu, Kurosaki" said Ishida condescendingly.
"SHUT UP-"
"Alright, alright. Can we just get on with it?" said an irritated Renji.
"She has a strange reiatsu." Ishida continued.
"What do you mean by strange?" Ichigo asked, trying to keep his dignity.
"I was getting there" he said exasperatedly while his glasses glinted in the sunlight. "She seems to have a high reiatsu but it seems as though it is being skillfully repressed. Even I did not notice it until she bumped into me. Now that is interesting, but it is the reiatsu itself that intrigues me."
He paused before continuing. "I have never felt a reiatsu like hers before. It seems to be human but…also like… an arrancar or vizard."
"How is that even possible," asked a shocked Renji. "How can you be a human, yet already hollowfied?"
"I'm still alive and I'm a vizard," said Ichigo.
"Kurosaki, your reiatsu only says 'vizard' not 'human, hollow and shinigami'," replied Ishida "Her reiatsu on the other hand is powerful yet repressed, human yet not, shinigami yet hollow. Even though it does not seem to be a threat, yet anyway, I still think we should be careful. We may want to confront Lynna Randilyn about it."
"About what?"
Virtuous
1. One devoted to virtu; one skilled in the fine arts, in antiquities, and the like; a collector or ardent admirer of curiosities, etc.
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An:sorry about the cliffy. this story has been bugging me for a while and i just got around to writing it. so tell me what you think :)