Rating: M, for adult themes, violence & sexual content (for future chapters)
Copyrighted: All Characters belong to Tite Kubo & Shonen Jump (I do not take credit for it )
Pairing: Shinji Hirako & Orihime Inoe (Many others as well/one sided affections)
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"Alright so it's settled. One of us has to go Karakura High to recruit Ichigo Kurosaki." The blond Vizard looked around to the promising group of rejects that stood before him. Oh boy this is going to be a challenge, he thought.
"Well don't jump up all at once," Shinji sighed. He scanned the room only to see the usual laziness of his comrades. Lisa's face was buried in what seemed to be the latest adult Magazine, obviously not even acknowledging what he just said. Not that Rose or Love did either, Rose had his iPod on blast listening to the latest Prince of Darkness album and Love was entirely lost in the latest Shonen Jump article about some Manga contraction called, Naruto. Hiyori was not where to be found thank god, he still hadn't recovered from her sandal brutality after he was accidentally walked in on her while changing this morning, though the view he thought was punishment enough. Kensei was in the corner of the warehouse punching the stuffing out of a punching bag. It wouldn't be long till' Mashiro would have to buy a new one; it would be the 2nd this week. Speaking of Mashiro, Shinji spotted her and Hachi playing a game of cards. Although it was obvious that Mashiro was losing, she hardly ever took anything serious, much less a card game. Shinji sighed again and placed his hand over his face in anguish. What a lively bunch that I have. Centuries before they were great captains and lieutenants, now were reduced to couch potatoes, perverts, and rage heads…oh how the mighty have fallen, the blond inwardly observed.
"Still no takers huh?" Shinji yelled as he now stood in the middle of the group with thinning patience.
"Shinji you don't have to yell we heard you the first time you idiot," snarled Lisa as she flipped the next page of her porn magazine.
"Ok Lisa, Why don't you go? You're already dressed in a school girl uniform. I'm sure that you will just blend in since you can still pass for a 19 yr old for one more year," retorted the de facto leader of the Vizards.
Lisa glared at Shinji's comment, not only was it the first time he bashed her sense of style but she refused to be called old by a fossil with an over grown ego."Damnit, Shinji! I wouldn't be talking. When you're old enough to be my great grandfather's shadow! Besides, why don't you send Mashiro she's young enough looking to pass off as an annoying high school student."
Mashiro looked up from her cards, "No way. I hate school! I didn't like it in the soul society and I don't like it now." Tears started forming in her eyes and in 3 seconds Mashiro was on the ground rolling and kicking throwing a temper tantrum that even a 5 year old would envy."You can't make me, you can't make me!" She childishly whined.
"Well I would gladly go. Although I don't think I would be as convincing as one of you though. A thousands apologies Shinji," Hachi bowed.
Shinji smiled then shuddered in horror when he imagined Hachi in the tiny human high school uniform, he just saved Karakura town from that one.
Mashiro curled her bottom lip, pointing out to the other vizard he failed to mentioned in the corner. "Hey, why don't you send Kensei?"
That one was obvious, Kensei was such a hot head not only would he injure Ichigo he would fatally wound the whole staff! Shinji mentally played million of bloody scenarios played out in his head of detention and a dead teacher.
"Che, I wouldn't be caught dead in that high school with those humans, count me out, "growled Kensei.
Hirako rolled his eyes, "Guess that leaves either Love or Rose."
Rose pulled out one of his iPod ear bud from his ear and looked at Love, "Not it!"
Love not grasping the current transaction of verbal agreement scratched the back of his head in confusion," Not it...What?"
Shinji groaned, his suspicions were right all along Love wasn't listening to a word he had said.
"Forget it Shinji, either Rose or Love would just look like villains in those uniforms. Even I would run the other way if I saw them wall down the school halls," Lisa commented.
As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. Both Rose and Loved looked like cliche evil Kung Fu villains and in school uniforms it would surely send Ichigo packing as well as possibly every man, woman and child in a 50 mile radius of them. "Oh, this is goin' well." he griped.
It was then that he felt it…the stabbing, throbbing, blood gushing pain of 57 pounds of furry in the shape of a bright red flip flop. God how he despised flip flops, ever since Hiyori has made it her weapon of choice he couldn't bear to even see them, much less wear them. Shinji remembered a time in which he agreed to accompany Mashiro shopping when they stopped by a shoe shop. Needless, to say the sight of the small mountain of flip flop on sale made him cringe.
"Why are you wasting time baldy? Someone could be speaking to Kurosaki right now and drafting him into our ranks!"
Shinji frowned, debating on how to correctly respond. "I was trying to -..."
A red sandal violently injected his collective answer, and Hiyori waited in a furious scowl for his next answer.
Holding his flared bloody nose and under his hand Shinji cautiously choked out his disrupted explanation. "No one wants to go and enroll into the school."
Following a short pause Hirako flinched, predicting another senseless beating after finishing his statement. However, to his and the other vizard's surprise the freckled preteen withdrew her sandal.
"Fine, then I'll go!" Hiyori spontaneously responded.
"Tsch—please as if anyone would ever believe that yer a high school student instead of a grade student," Shinji sneered.
The young vizard's left eye twitched at his comment, he knew that age was a sensitive issue with Hiyori even dating back to the soul society. Though at first glance you couldn't tell, Hiyori's real age was 135, but due to the slow aging process of Vizard and Shinigami alike, she maintained a youthful appearance of a 12 year old spoiled brat with a Katana strapped to her back. But of course that didn't deter the former captain from holding it against her, especially when it annoyed her to no end.
"You Dick head! What ya mean I look like a grade student!" She irately yelled backed at Shinji.
"Look, Hiyori looks too young. Love and Rose would look like villains from a bad 1970's flick. Mashiro and Kensei simply refuse to go and let's be honest no one would believe that Hachi is a 17 year old student. As for myself I simply have so much on my plate to be spent trying to recruit some brat that may or may not have the potential to even be a vizard, despite what Urahara says." Lisa explained.
The rest of the vizard eyes rolled in unison.
"Since when has reading nudity magazines considered being an important task Lisa," Love rebuked.
"I don't see you complain when you borrow them from me Love!" She quarreled back.
As the de facto leader anticipated, the entire warehouse erupted into a cloud of childish arguing. It was far too much for Shinji to take anymore. He detested noise, but he hated it more when he lived in such closed proximity to it.
"Enough! Shessssssssssh I'll go, if it will shut y'all up already!" The tongue pierced vizard irritably yelled.
"Great Shinji thanks for volunteering." Lisa smiled, as he glared and huffed back at her.
"Guess I should get goin' and do all the necessary paperwork. Sooner or later, Aizen will start to create even stronger and developed Arrancars to flush out Ichigo and the rest of the Shinigami. And if this kid is as strong as Urahara says, he may be our only hope for finally killing the bastard one and fer all." Shinji rested.
The rest of the vizards fell on serious pause as they contemplated on the approaching danger that Aizen was in the process of creating. For centuries they knew it was coming, and even though they bickered and argued among themselves and were a high mismatched group only thrown together by the misfortune that Aizen bestowed upon them, they were still family. The thought of battle and losing that, even if they put on a brave front, terrified them so.
"Here," Hiyori threw a cell phone to the blond vizard recruiter. "I expect you to check in Shinji, persuade Ichigo to join us and then bring him back here so we can access his current abilities. And Shinji, you better not get distracted by any girls I know how much of a pervert you are!"
"Sounds like you're more jealous than concerned for the mission Hiyori," Mashiro teased while making a kiss-kiss face.
"Shut up no I'm not! It's just….just…Shinji is such a lecher that he would be the only one to fuck up a simple mission because he was too busy looking up some tramp's skirt!" She remarked in defense.
"I don't see what the big deal is. As long as I get the mission done, why not have a little fun? Besides I won't be long. How hard could it possibly be to convince one 16 year old teen boy?" Shinji smirked in thought; this would be easy like taking candy from a vizard.