A/N: I actually have no clue as to how the soul reapers barracks look like, and if they are described in the anime/manga I cannot remember. So I shall make them how I see them in my head. This is my story and if you don't agree with or just plain and simple don't like something, no one is forcing you to read it. (;

Hall of Fame- The Script

You could be the greatest

You could be the best

You can be the King Kong banging on your chest

You could beat the world

You could beat the war

You could go the distance

You could run the mile

You could walk straight through hell with a smile

I woke to the sun streaming through my open window. A gentle breeze blew in and ruffled the curtains and sent a few strands of hair dancing across my nose. I smiled and scrunched up my face at the ticklish feeling. I sat up and stretched my arms high above my head as a yawn escaped my lips. I threw the feathery duvet away from me and hopped off of my bed. Curling my toes in the soft carpet before I walked over to the bay window. The sun was just beginning to peak over the tall buildings that made up The Central 46 Compound. The sky looked like it was dipped in a mixture of crimson and marigold and the buildings were encased in purple shadow. Another breeze blew in and brought along the scent of spring blossoms.

What a beautiful day… A perfect day to go out and…. And…. Oh shit. Oh shit! Today is the day I was supposed to prove myself! I'm supposed to be reporting into squad 6's lieutenant right now!

I run to my closet and throw on my shihakusho and sandals frantically, tripping as I pulled them on. I run to the bathroom, brush my teeth madly, rake a comb through my hair, and snatch up my zanpakutou. Rushing out of my room I bolt down the narrow corridor containing the rooms of my fellow squad members. I'm in such a hurry that I almost trip and fall down the stairs, but thankfully I caught myself in time.

The aroma of salty bacon and toasting bread hit me and I ran like a mad man towards the source of the smell. One of my squad mates was making breakfast. (When someone does poorly on a mission or is just plain weak they get the short end of the stick and are forced to do things like cooking, laundry duty, and cleaning our squad 5 barracks. I usually am forced to do one or all of the above…) I snatch a couple of strips of bacon and a slice of toast before anyone can say anything and rush toward the door. Luck just wasn't on my side today… Because when I was reaching for the handle a hand shot out to stop me.

"Just where do you think YOU'RE going Senka, It's your turn to do laundry, or have you forgotten?" Said Kosaku, our current third seat. "I was out training' yesterday and I worked up a good sweat, so get busy." He said with a dark smile.

Of course this would happen… I can't ever catch a break. Kosaku is your average Bully. You know, the ones that throw their rank around, and expect you to bow down at their feet? I knock his hand away and say coolly "I am going to the squad 6 barracks to meet with lieutenant Abarai for my new mission, so do your own damn clothes."

We have butted heads with each other from the moment we meet in the districts. It was just bad luck that we both got into the same squad. What's worse is the big fat dummy head got put third seat right from the start.

"Who in their right mind would let such a weakling like you do a mission? From the way I see it you are a worthless dead weight to everyone in the Seireitei." He snickered.

By now others from our squad have come to watch what would unfold between the two of us.

"I`d like to see things from your point of view but I can`t seem to get my head that far up my ass. Now if you will excuse me, THIRD seat. I have business to attend to, so move it."

This time he let me pass and I rushed out the door before anything else could happen to make me later than I already am. Hell, I probably won't even get this mission, considering how late I am…

I arrive at the squad six barracks. My hands start to tremble in fearful anticipation. This is my first actual mission, lieutenant Hinamori went to trouble to get me this and I hope that I haven't screwed it up.

As I approached the gate I clenched my fists tightly to cease my trembling, and pushed the great blue doors open. I walk up to the first squad six members I see, a big burly man with short cropped dark hair. One average guy with blonde hair, and a third guy with light brown hair.

I sucked in a breath and head towards the three men. "I am Senka Kura from Squad 5, I was told to come get a mission from Lieutenant Abarai, do you know where he is? "

The men just stood there conversing with one another about their battle exercises, with their backs to me. Guess they didn't hear me… I'll try it again.

"HEY! Do any of you know where Lieutenant Abarai is?"

Yet again the men ignored me and kept talking about their stupid strategies. My temple starts throbbing. I grab the blonde man's elbow and spin him around to face me. "I said, do you know where Lieutenant Abarai is?!"

The man glared at me and pulled his elbow out from my grasp. "Good now I have your attention. Could ya' tell me where Lieutenant Abarai is."

The big man spoke up, "look girl, were busy. We don't have time to baby sit some pipsqueak so go find him yourself and get lost."

"You could have pointed me in the right direction, it's not like you're talking about anything important, asshole," I snickered.

"What. Did. You. Call. Me."

"You really are deaf, you should get that checked out because a Soul Reaper that can't hear won't last long." I spat.

I didn't even have time to think before a strong punch was thrown to my stomach. I grunted and fell to my knees. I tried reaching for my Zanpakutou, but a heavy blow landed on the back of my head and I went down. I felt the side of my face connect with the concrete. My vision and hearing became distorted. I could see only shadows and barely hear whispers of voices over the ringing in my ears.

Get up, Senka. I willed my body to move. Get UP!

I push my throbbing body away from the ground and into a sitting position. Whipping the blood and grit from my face as I see the men laughing and walking away. I lift myself from the dirt and stand. Then pull out my sword and direct it toward the men. They think they've won. But they haven't. Not until I'm dead.

I flash step in front of the big man. This time I move before he can react. I bring my blade down onto the man's right shoulder, I feel it just graze him as he jumps back out of my range.

"You should be blacked out."

"Hmmm… guess you don't hit as hard as you think." I growled and take a step forward. Actually the man hits pretty damn hard, it felt like my ribs were going to crack. Miraculously they didn't but I'm sure that I would have a bruise.

The three men pull out their Zanpakutous. "Stand back guys, this bitch is mine." He hurls himself toward me with his sword raised above his head. Our blades crash against one another and I feel my sandals slide across the ground from the force of his blow. This guy is strong; in a battle of power he would definitely win, but this, this is going to be a battle of speed and strategy. I can beat him. I have to!

I put both hands on my hilt to strengthen my blows as I draw back and aim an attack towards his left side. But the assault was immediately blocked. His blade clashed at me again and again, forcing me back. I stumble over a dislodged rock, lowering my guard and making sure to have an expression of fear on my face as I stumble. He takes the opportunity to aim a deadly blow to my head. I lean away from his sword and get only a small slice on my neck. I jump backwards putting some distance between us as my free hand shoots up to my new wound. My fingers were wet with blood as I brought them back to my sword hilt.

I stand a few yards away, panting hard, my spirit energy wavering.

"What are ya doing just standing there?! You giving up already!" Shouted the big man.

My reply was just a smile as I lunge for him but this time I aim towards his feet. Right as he brings his sword down to blockI flash step into the air behind him and drag my blade across his back. He let out a scream as his clothes and flesh were being sliced under the sharp edge. He then tries to turn around and strike but his balance is off and the grip on his sword was loosened due to the pain. I take my left hand back off my sword and punch hard to his wrist. The blow sending his sword flying off into the air.

Wrapping my fingers around his meaty wrist I bring the tip of my sword to his throat piercing him slightly enough to let a couple drops of crimson escape from his neck.

"How did I get beat by... by a stupid brat!?" He screamed.

Before I put my sword back in its sheath, I whipped the blood onto my pants, and stepped back. "I knew I couldn't win with strength so I had to aim for speed and strategy. You lost the moment I let you believe you had an opening when I stumbled. I then let you slice me a bit so the thought of winning would go through your head and let it make you crave it. And in the end I just faked you out."

The two men who were sitting on the side lines then ran up to their friend and helped him to his feet. I walked over to where his zanpakutou lay, grabbed it and went over to the three of them. I handed the man his sword and turned around and started walking away but stopped looked over my shoulder –and said, "This could have all been evaded if you had just-"

"What in hells name is going on here?!"