Dear Reader-san, I am Division 14th, 10th seat Misaki Yuki. The word that describes my position best is 'Chronicler' or 'Annalist'. My duty is to keep record of the development and actions of the LWD, 14th Division, so that later generations- and you, dear Reader-san- will be able to read about them even after nobody is left to tell the tale. Of course I cannot garant for the events to have taken place exactly like written here, since I do not own the characters featured in this records nor am I the creator of BLEACH. Still, I will try my best to be as accurate as human power allows me to be. Having the honour of being the first Bookman of the 14th division ever I have the pleasure to be able to bring the events to you from their very very beginning. I am hoping that you find pleasure and use in my telling and without many more words I will get to the point from where it all starts.
Date of Entry: June 13th year 20xx
The entry is being written based on the reports of eyewitnesses and on behalf of the Captains of the 14 Divisions of Sereitei. Chronicler: Misaki Yuki
Date of described Events: Sunday, June 12th in the year 20xx, Kurosaki Private Hospital, second Floor- the living Quaters.
'Hold still' Rukia squeezed through gritted teeth.
'No way. I'm tellin ya, there's no friggin way I'm giving my body over to your insane lot!' Ichigo shouted.
'Come on, it's not the end of the world. It's just an insurance- kinda.' The dark haired shinigami tried to get a hold of his right arm but only grasped into thin air as he jumped back with incredible speed.
'INSURANCE?! Are there some screws loose inside that small bird-brain of yours? My body is not some kind of object! If you want insurance, take Kon!' He screamed while evading another of her gloved attacs.
Kon sqeeled. Why was it ok to take HIM as an insurance?'
'Onee-chan, tell that mean guy that I can't be used as an insurance!' he howled, doing his usual jump towards her breasts.
'Yeah, that's right. Kon doesn't serve as insurance' Rukia confirmed, pushing him down and raising her foot.
Tears in his plush-toy-eyes Kon nodded. 'Yes. Onee-chan is the only one who truly understands m...!' his sentence was interrupted when 'Onee-chan's foot crushed into his body and started to stomp him into the ground like there was no tomorrow. 'Yes, Kon can't serve as insurance because he isn't important enough' Rukia said coldly, giving him the final blow that sent him into the corner. There he stayed, muttering something about the big bad world and poor, abused mod-souls that were only doing their duty towards humanity and whatdidtheygetforthatonlyblablabla...the usual stuff.
'Be sensible' Renji said from the chair infront of the computer, where he was playing some war-game, god knows where he got it. Ichigo didn't use his pc for things like that- if he wanted war, he only had to go out on the streets at night, in shinigami-form and he got as much war as he wanted. Not that Ichigo ever wanted war. He wanted his peacefull ordinary third-grade-highschool-life with his ordinary friends, he wanted ordinary vacations at the beach, hell, he even wanted his ordinary homework!
He did NOT want to hang out with friggin noisy midgets, he didn't want to know people with weird eyebrows that seemed to get weirder everytime he saw said people, he did not want to take orders from some damn organization of deathgods that were damn dead themselves, he did not want to fall asleep during exams because of sleep-deprivation due to monster-hunting at night and he most certainly did not want to give his body to said damn dead organization as some kind of crazed INSURANCE!
'It's not like we're killing you.' frowned a white haired child from beside Renji. Another weird guy Ichigo didn't even want to know, yet have him in his room.
'No, you're not killing me. No, you're just taking my body- my LIVING body!- That's the friggin same thing!' Ichigo yelled.
'No it's not. You'll be getting it back everytime you need it' A blonde, creepy guy with a striped hat replied calmly. 'You have to admit, there are advantages for you in it as well.' a cat said with a deep voice while licking some filth off it's furr.
'What the hell! What kind of advantages would it have not to be owner of ones own body!?'
'Well, first of all, your sleeping-problem would be gone. The way Urahara-san is going to store your body (Ichigo growled at the word 'store') you won't be suffering of lack of sleep when returning to it in the morning. Second, you won't have to worry about it anymore while you're out, hunting hollows.' Rukia explained her train of thoughts.
'I'm rather worried and sleepy, thank you very much' Ichigo snapped.
'I'm sorry, Kurosaki, but that is impossible. The position you are to assume is quite important- not to mention that it is being created just for you. We have to make sure that your body doesn't get lost in some important moment, since you will need it quite often. Besides, if we have your body you will probably finally manage to keep in line. Do I have to remind you of the Hokkaido-incident?'
Ichigo frowned. Right, Hokkaido. That had been a mess. But, if those dead punks were honest, it hadn't been HIS goddamn mess but rather theirs- how do you understand an order like 'Get the Hollow at all cost'? Right- at ALL cost. So what if a few buildings (alright a few streets) were turned into ashes in the process. And there hadn't been any fatalities- all thanks to him. Yeah, and maybe a little to Rukia. But just a tiny bit. Besides, why did he have to pursue Hollows in HOKKAIDO of all places? That place didn't have even the slightest relation to him.
But anyway, that wasn't the point. The real point was that...
'I rejected that position, how many times do I have to say that I am not willing to go pro-shinigami? I'm a substitute, SUBSTITUTE!'
'Idiot. You're not substitute cuz you don't have anyone to replace and you aren't even techinachally a Shinigami, you're a Vizard.' Ishida- that damn four-eyes-Quincy- said.
'Traitor' Ichigo hissed. He had at least expected some support from that guy who usually used every possibility to get back at a shinigami. But not today it seemed.
Hitsugaya, the white haired child that was mentioned earlier, sighed. 'It's no use today, I see. Kurosaki, for now we will leave the matter alone but we can't ignore it for too long. Our special training programm is already almost over and when it is, you will have to shoulder your responibility like every of the 14 squad captains.' With those important words the child captain took his leave. One after another the others also left the room until only Kon, Rukia and Ichigo were left.
'Honestly, you're so stubborn' She growled sitting down on his bed.
'That's my trademark' Ichigo snapped, but already less furious than before.
'You know, you should relax. We were only talking about taking your body to a safe place during the time you don't need it.'
'No actually you were talking about taking it hostage'
Rukia laxly waved her hand 'That's not the point' (it was exactly the point).
'Look, I'm not against that whole living-world-base-thingy. But why do I have to be the captain? Can't Urahara or Yoruichi take that job?'
'We already asked them. They declined.'
'THE HELL? They get the right to decline and I don't?!'
Dear Reader-san, if you are not well versed in the history of the 14 divisions, this chronicler will gladly inform you about the events have been taking place before today.
Let's start from almost two years ago, when the shinigami finally won the desisive battle against the Arrancar with Ichigo and his friends help. It had been a long and bitter fight that had cost many lives, as you surely recall. Even though the shinigami-fraction technichally had won, the affair hadn't been over at that point. The stone Aizen had brought into rolling had turned itself into a lavine when the device that was able to create Arrancar couldn't be found at Aizens headquaters. Arrancar had continued to appear and the Shinigami were troubled by the amount of work that came rolling down on them- not only did they have to fight hollows as before, but now they had to deal with a threat of equal danger, even if it wasn't as organized as it had been to Aizens lifetime.
Overwhelmed the shinigami decided that it was time to change a system that had worked for as long as most of them were able to remember: The 13 divisions. They decided that 13 weren't enough anymore and that a new division should be formed. A division very different from the others. A division formed from Vizards, Shinigami and Humans with high spiritual powers the base of whitch was decided to be located in the world of the living. For half a year they had kept recruiting capable people from all over the place until they finally got enough manpower to form the first prototype 14th division. And after many discussions they managed to decide on a captain for said 14th division- and the choice fell on Kurosaki Ichigo who had helped them considerably in various troublesome situations. The only problem now was that the chosen one didn't even WANT to be captain.
But now it was too late for choosing a new candidate, since the new recruits had finally entered the last stage of their training and would be ready to be dispached to their positions within a matter of weeks. So the choice somehow was just kinda taken out of Ichigos hands and the position wa forced on him. Just when he had finally more or less settled down with their decision (it wasn't like he hadn't expected something like that from them- bastards, all together) the next shock was waiting for the former Substitute Shinigami- they wanted to take his body as a keepsake while he was in action- the main argument being that they couldn't let the 14th division have such a weak point as the fragile abandoned human-body of their captain. And that was when Ichigo would NOT compromise. His body was his property and nobody would take it. If they didn't get that they should go to hell and look for a new captain. He declined the position.
The problem was that Sereiteis leading heads weren't knowen for their will to compromise, either. So a dispute enranged that was already going on for two weeks.
In the end, Ichigo knew that it was probably a reasonable decision to have Urahara guard his body- yet he didn't feel comfortable with that kind of thing.
I hope that you, my dear Reader-san, are now fully aware of the tricky situation our orange haired hero was thrown in so suddenly- it is only left to mention that the 14th division, as all divisions, of course had a ranking order and by some cruel twist of fate, 12 captains of 13 had voted for Kuchiki Rukia to become Vice-Captain of the LWD (Living-World-Division) and to make things worse Ishida was to become 3rd seat. 'Damn that Biyakuya, where is his influence when you need it?' Ichigo just had commented when he heard about the voting results- of course the one vote against Rukia had been none others than her brothers, who didn't think it was a good idea to put his little sister into the care of that impudent, impertinent and all-over-no-good-human (In fact he was also the one who voted against Ichigo becoming the 14th Captain, but both votes turned out to be in vain).
Now you might think that it is pretty unusuall that the decision on the rankings were made by the other Captains rather than by the affected 14th but simply put, the shinigami thought that the new born division should at least in the beginning (read at least 15 years) be directed (read dictated) from above before it could stand on it's own feet. So come that the two highest ranking officers were decided on without even asking Ichigo for his opinion.
At this point, Reader-san, I think you have enogh information on the events of the past two years to continue the main-story.
'Don't you think it's unfitting for a future vice-captain to live in the closet of her future captain?' asked Ichigo frowning when Rukia slid open the door to her 'bedroom'. 'Whatever happened to your bed in my sisters' room'
'The alarm has been going off late at night a lot the past few weeks and i don't want to disturb them' she answered while crawling in. 'Besides, if you continue to act like that I that won't be a matter of concern, since we'll never take our positions.' she added. 'Good night'
She slammed the doors shut, rather pissed with Ichigos remark. Not that she minded sleeping in the closet but right at that moment she had decided to play the 'bad mood'-card on Ichigo, for the sake of beating some reason in that thick head of his. From behind the door she heard him mutter something under his breath, then the lights went out. Soon after she fell asleep- Vice-Captain or not, tomorrow was school, after al and she wanted to get some rest before the first alarm got off.
Dear Reader-san, on that particular night there was luckily no alarm so that this annalist has nothing to add to the events of that day. I wish you the best of luck until we meet each other again in the next entry. If you have found pleasure in my story, please be so kind to leave an entry in the 'Comments' part of this archive for I Misato Yuki will be glad to hear of you approval- or disapproval, if there is. I will try to keep all of your complaints and corrections in my heart and correct them in the next entry.
With regards, 14th Division, 10th seat, Misato Yuki
In case it's not clear: This is my Bleach-fanfic, I'd be glad to get any kind of review!
Cheers, Tsuki no Shikan