The Beginning of a Wild Ride
Dear Soul Society,
Tsuyatsuya Shourai, called Tsuya for short, is being left in your care for the next two months. She's a rebellious teenager with a longing to become a Shinigami and a passion for drawing mustaches on the paintings in her hall. All her life she's been commanded to put on sparkly ball gowns with ruffles and itchy collars. She's even been given a future husband, Kasotsu Teishu, her second cousin. He's quite handsome, though all he wants is for her to be a good future wife and for her to keep her mouth shut. She loves the idea of being free, and is eager to cause trouble for whoever her babysitter will be. I believe I've written too much as it is, so please, take good care of her.
Sincerely, Barakahen, Tsuyatsyuya Shourai's Personal Assistant
Soul Society, Captain's Meeting
"Princess Tsuyatsuya Shourai is being left in our care. On October 24th, the day after her birthday, she will be sent to us until the New Year. Who will volunteer to be in charge of her?" asked Yamamoto
No one raised their hands, not even me, the closest one to her age. Though I appear to be only twelve, I'm really 52 years old. Princess Tsuyatsuya is 67, only 15 years senior to me. Suddenly, I got an idea.
"What about the Substitute Shinigami, Kurosaki Ichigo? He's only a year younger in human years." I said
"L-leaving a PRINCESS in the care of that imbecile??" spluttered Soifon
"If he can tame Yachiru, I say he's good enough." said Kenpachi
"Wow." I muttered
"It's settled then. If Kurosaki really tamed Lieutenant Kusajishi, then he is worthy of being in the presence of the princess."
And then poor Ichigo got roped into babysitting the wild princess Tsuya.
Did Orihime feed someone in the Seretei her cooking? Did something happen with Aizen? Was there some kind of new enemy I didn't know about? I went into the Seretei, worried as hell. And then when I got the news that I was babysitting some princess, I got pissed. I wasn't a babysitter! I was a Shinigami! Or at least a substitute anyways.
"I'm no babysitter!" I shouted
"You are now." said Toushiro
"Well, why me?" I asked
"Because you are closest in age." said Byakuya
"When is this stupid princess supposed to come?" I asked angrily
"Today, any minute now." replied Ukitake
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the door opened and a trumpet blared.
"Shut up, Benzaiten, before I shove that trumpet down your throat." she said giving him the finger
"Gee Tsuyatsuya, I'm sorry. Your grandpa told me to." he said
"Yeah? Well, tell gramps to dig a hole and die in it." she said, storming past me
"Where's my damn babysitter?" she asked
"Behind you." I said
"What the hell happened to your head?" she asked poking my hair
"Grr… I-it's my natural hair c-color." I said, resisting the urge to cut off all of her waist-length, jet-black hair
"Hmph. Your zanpakuto looks like a meat cleaver. It's a fucking rip off of it too." she said walking towards the door
"You wanna see how bad it can cut you?" I asked drawing Zangetsu
She turned around and said, "Ha! You think that scares me? I was trained in kidou. I know every single kidou spell and can perform them all. I was trained in zanjustu. If I had a zanpakuto, I'd slash you every place imaginable. I know shunpo, I was trained by Lady Yoruichi of the Shihoun clan. I can out run you any day. All I'm missing is gramps's permission to become a Shinigami."
"You want to become a Shinigami?" I asked, skeptical. She was a princess for crying out loud, she couldn't prance around her royal court with a zanpakuto.
"See! He's a bad babysitter!" said Soifon
"Shut up!" said Tsuya
"Spoiled brat." muttered Soifon
"Bitch." she said back
"Let's go what's-your-face." she said, pulling on my arm
"My name is Ichigo." I said
I was utterly stunned. He was awesome. He had enough patience to deal with my first comment and though he threatened to kill me after the second one, I'd expect most people to try to strangle me after the first one. I was happy to be here, especially with Ichigo.
"Sorry about that. I usually have to do that with the important ones. Will you do me a favor?" I asked, letting go of his hand
"Hmph. What is it?" he asked
"Help me become a Shinigami." I said
