Undefined Hatred
Undefined Hatred is the rewrite of Kuchiki Mai. I changed the name of Mai into Reika. There was alot of things i dislike about the first version so I'm rewritting.
Summary- Kuchiki Reika, has a bubbling hatred that is directed at Rukia the exact image of her deceased mother. She had tried to rid herself the disdain for her mother but failed. She laughes at Rukia's failures and mocks her manners, yet ultimately sheilding her from the harshness of the elders and showing her a reluctant shoulder to cry on. Rukia sometimes puzzled by her err.. neice's bipolar attitude towards her, also gave her another complex other the the chappy complex and the brother complex.
Disclaimer- If only... But no I own nothing, but this -holds a golden leaf necklace- my precious...
The small dark haired girl watched in horror as her Okaa-sama tripped on her own feet, a look of pure adrenaline on her face. The small child ran to her Okaa-sama her small face had tears silently flow down her face, ''Okaa-sama, Okaa- I. Wheres Otou-sama? I- I want go home...''
Her strong young face, trying despratly to stop her watering eyes. Her Okaa-sama payed no mind to the small toddler as she struggled to get up, a hiss of pain escaped her lips as she tryed putting pressure on her ankle. Swollen and bruised, it had ugly scabs that showed at the rim of her silk slippers. her face a mask of pain, "SAYURI! SAYURI!"
She screeched, the small girl her tear glistening grey orbs follower her mothers look and saw a kid, a gutter rat that her Oba-sama's had taught to scorn in subtil ways. The small figure of a child a few years older was standing there with another bunch of kids inbetween an alley, huddled up. Still her Okaa-sama screamed the name.
" Reika-chan!" Suddenly the tiny girl was gripped by her mother, a desprate look in her eyes. " Reika-chan, do somthing for Ha-ha, okay. Go to that girl." She pointed to the small figure of the girl in the alley. " Her name is Sayuri, please Reika-chan, she... she."
Reika nodded, more tears bubbling up and out of her large clouded eyes. Her okaa-sama pushed her in the direction, Reika stumbled. hesitantly she started walking. She has never been this far from the upper districts before; and the hussle and bussle of the people here more then startled her. She wondered idly why she had insisted upon companying her Okaa-sama, questioned why her Okaa-sama would wonder so far from home.
Her small steps became stronger with ever step she took, towards the person her mother wanted.
The group she was in seemed to have shifted, showing a taller kid with the reddest hair. A scowl on his face, looking feral and aware; even at his young age. Reika stopped suddenly frozen. The red head noticed her slow aproach and had notified the person she has been instructed to approach.
The alley was by many vendor's full of wares of spices, water and rocked candy. The aroma's were something that Reika has never smelt, some rancid and others curiously good. people seemed to be pushing past others in impolite acts and gestures.
The girl that was called Sayuri by her mother turned around.
Her eyes, her hair. Her looks in general was Okaa-sama. Reika's eyes widened as she stared at the likeness of her mother, a likeness she has not inheirited.
Without a though Reika ran. Her only though was home, where life was known as is, were it made sense.
" REIKA-CHAN!" Her Okaa-sama cried.
Reika blinked away the distant memory. Wishing that she would forget, but wishes were for children and the weak. So instead of wishing the memory away she let it simmer on a back burner. She poured herself a cup of tea, her mouth watered just a tiny bit.
Reika has been in the thirteen court gaurd squads since she could perform kido better then most seated officers, being a noble helped her along although her skills only made the decent into the serite all the smoother.
It had been well over fortyfive yeas she became shinigami in the seventh and 42 a seated officer in the seventh division as 4th seat. Rdeika had started iut in the fourth division adn had stayed there for two years.
Reika is 55 years, a prodigy.
Hisana deid when Reika was but six, and the only thing that kept Reika sane was to push herself into becoming a stronger then her mother could have ever been. The young heiress seethed with a fire every time sh thought of how week and pathetic her mother was; how easily she suvvumbed to the flew she had caught.
Reika although grateful to the woman who gave her life thought her a ditty that some how caught her fathers affection. she heard of the stories of how her parents met, how her outo-sama pluched her fom the filth of the rukon. One would thing coming from such a harsh area in the rukon shed become tough from such sickness.
Reika put down the steaming cup of jasmine tea, the sweet scent swirling. ' wonder if Iba has correctly labled the document...' Reika shock her head firmly onve, banishing her thoughts. Todays her day off. All through the quarter of the day she would get the nagging feeling of not getting anything done.
Kuchiki Reika had the look of a Kuchiki, a more femenine verison of her father, albeit a much shorter one. Her long onyx hair flowed past her waist, captured by a wide crimson ribbon at the nape of her neck; a strand of hair straighed from her tie and laid on her face, covering her right eye. Reika idly tapped at her pink lips, full but always in a straight like in somekind of small grimce. her smokey grey orbs conveyed her boredom.
Being the fourth seat didnt always get much days off, for that she was thankful. But there is a limit on how much she could work and kuramura-taichou was getting frustrated that his subordinate was getting over worked. She has a great deal of respect for her Taichou, but a gaurded respect.
" Reika-hime, Kuchiki-sama has arrived through the main entrance." A deep voice informed the sound clear coming from through the thin paper sliding door. Daichi-sans silhouette could be seem. Reika surpressed a sigh, she could feel her Otou-sama enter the manor, even before Daichi had informed her thus. Daichi being her right hand man, and sometimes she questioned his loyalty.
The young woman didnt get up, instead she picked her tea up and craddled its warmth before taking a sip. " Daichi, go inform Soichu that I will not be placed for dinner." The shadowed figure didnt move. A half smile snuck its way up Reika's features. He knew her to well to know she was finnished speaking. " Also tell the maids I'm going for a walk. I want you to acompany me aswell."
Running, things blurred past, not as fast as a flashstep, but fast enough to leave a trail of tears. Fast enough to escape the cry her mother sent her. The little girl was sure that even if her okaa-sama had tried she would have never caught up.
Running with no thought of where she was going the little noble quickly go lost in the maze of buildings and alleys. Further firghtening the girl, she cried with no thought of the refrainment that was taught from birth. Calling for her Outo-sama, for Daichi-chan and Michio-chama. Even going so far as calling her distant and respected Great grand father.
No one came, when ever she calls they usually all come!
Again Reika shook off the memory of that day. Daichi gave his mistress a questioning glance, his thick brows ferrowed in worry. Reika-hime was never good with free time, she perferred something to do. Daichi fell back in step to ponder his charge's distant mood.
Daichi has been a loyal servant of the Kuchiki clan for ages, he still held a young mans appearance with his smooth features and dark purplish hair. He had once tried to gain a more of a wise mans appearance by growing a mustache when Reika was at the age of eleven, failed horribly because the young heiress had detested the facial hair and had cut it off with her training sword. A memory he would chuckle at from time to time. It still puzzled him how Kuchiki-sama had allowed his young daughter a real blade at her stage in training, but then would think better of it. The highstrung girl had probably never asked.
The gardens were peacefull at this time of year. Well it was perferable for Reika who loved the change of seasons. The leaves had changed colors and the air became crisp, with the heddy scent's of the shrivling leaves. There was only few flowers mostly in the colors of dark blues and vibrant purple's, which stuck out beautifly with all the oranges and yellows surrounding the few blossoms.
" Do you think Otou-sama is still looking?" Reika suddenly asks. Catching Daichi off gaurd but only for a moment. Reika stopped walking then, staring straight ahead. Daichi knew without a doutb that even if her voice wavered her face wouldn't.
" Yes, Mi'lady. I'am sure Kuchiki-sama has still men keeping search. " He answered honestly, knowing what she was referring to. Stareing intently at the back of his mistress's head he saw her exhale slowly, he saw her shoulder tense up before she started walking.
" One day I will see her again. Daichi-san." She muttered. " and on that day, it will either break me or change me into something I'm frightened of..."
Daichi had nothing to say as he followed Reika. He was worried for this young women.
' I can feel that day is coming sooner then I'd want it.' Yes despite her wishing it wasnt reality she wished to again see and meet the woman with the face of her deceased mother. ' Its like the calm before the storm. Like the moment before a fight, when you hold you breath and you adrenilline starts to kick in and the moments go agonizingly slower. Yet to fast. We will meet.'
'Stupid Renji, I never understood why he get's to be in the advanced class'. Looking out the window Rukia see two yellow leaves flutter down around each other. Her once scowling face softened at the sight. The Autumn leaves continued to intertwined in such away, that it's breathtaking.
"Rukia spacing out again." That voice. " Shouldn't you be training hard to catch up to me." That gloating voice! " That's just like you Ruks all ways the slacker."
Before the small woman knew it a hit was landed, right in her rear. Practicaly sending her flyikng. Tears prickled Rukia's eye's, more from surprise, then that impact of the hit.
"WWWWWWWAAAAAAAHHAHHHHHH!~" Glaring at the tall red head known as Renji she spat, "Hey what was that for?"
She knew that there was a slight blush on her cheeks. Which only mad Rukia more mad at him.
" All this day dreaming is a waste of time, you have been her six months and still you haven't been taking your training seriously." His monotone voice grated on the petite girls last nerve.
" OH YEAH WELL WHO ARE YOU TT..." Rukia stare at the object Renji carried behind his back. 'Was that a...' Gazing around him at the other student's she realize something is up. Softening her voice. "You Look like your going some place. Are you guy's having field training of something, today?"
" We'er going to the world of the living, for a practice fight against dummie hollow."
"Huh". Eye's widening in disbelief. Anger level going to max " WHY YOU, WHY IS IT ONLY YOUR CLASS. NOT TO MENTION YOU SHOULDN'T BE IN THE ADVANCED CLASS IN THE FIRST PLAAACE!~"
"What can I say they recognize talent when they see it" The reply was so smug. And although i wouldn't admit it on my life. I really couldn't argue.
Her sigh that came after that realization was somewhat caveman-ish. Rukia was done listening to his smug bragging.
She didn't hear what he said but sheknew it was an insult, yelling out " OH YEAH JUST YOU WAIT! I'LL BEC-come..."
'how can I finnish that...' , and just like that Rukia was alone in the hall's
Agin Rukia stared listlessly at the auutum leaves. She loved the cold, many of her friends thought she couldnt handle it cause of her small stature but she thrived in the cold.
' I feel the change in season's wind is going to take me some where... Something is about to happen. and I'm scared..'
Rukia let a sigh escape her mouth. Hoping that the change wouldn't take Renji, her only friend and family away from her. Cause hope right now seemed the only thing she could do. And that saddened her greatly.
BOOM!
Goes the dynamite...
I don't know whether to make her a complete evil girl. I would put a big huge stain on the Kuchiki name if I did. D:
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till next time - Indefinate Shadow