This is a request by my friend, KuronoMizu. She's here on Fanfiction. Go read her things. Why isn't she the one writing this? She says I'm better but don't listen to her. She has low self-esteem. All right, let's begin.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Thank you. Good night.
"You said what?!"
A mouth was clamped over the shinigami's mouth as his captain put a finger to his lips.
"Shut up. You call yourself my loyal subordinate? If you're loyal, you'll be quiet," the captain hissed.
The shinigami mumbled something and the captain removed his hand.
"You're leaving us? But…why?" the shinigami quivered.
The captain sighed before he looked at his zanpakutou with a nostalgic smile.
"This life…uh, afterlife or whatever, just isn't for me anymore. I want to help spirits, but I also want to help the living, and I can't do that living here," the captain said, stomping down on the ground.
"But…we need you, taichou," the shinigami whimpered.
"You don't need me. Sure, I'm totally awesome but someone else will come and they'll be your new captain."
"What about your sword?"
"I'm keeping it, of course. Just because I won't be here, doesn't mean I'm not going to slice up a Hollow every now and then."
"What about Yamamoto-soutaichou?"
"If he asks, pretend you don't know anything. I have a way to hide myself from the old man."
"Why can't you protect the living here?"
"I hate this place. Too stuffy and the old man has too many regulations. I can't take it. It's not worth it," the captain said, grabbing his bag.
"…Where will you go?"
The captain-level shinigami smirked before he showed off a slip of paper.
"I'm heading to…"
"Are you sure you wish to do this?"
The silver-haired Quincy merely stared at his father in disapproval.
"Of course I'm sure. Your life does not involve me," the Quincy grunted, attempting to close his suitcase.
"But…you would make such a fine Quincy," the old man told the young Quincy.
"I do not care. The life of the Quincy is not mine," the Quincy growled, still attempting to close his suitcase.
Sighing because he couldn't take it anymore, the old man moved his son out of the way before he pushed the suitcase down and closed it. He handed it to his son, who was blushing.
"Stop treating me like a child," the Quincy demanded, taking the suitcase.
"I'm not treating you like a child. You just needed help. That's what a father does," the old man said, smiling.
"Well, I don't need you to. I don't need your help anymore," the Quincy stated.
"So, does that mean, 'don't pay the rest of your tuition'?" the old man asked.
"I'm on a scholarship. One I plan to keep," the Quincy huffed.
"Why must you always be so stubborn? I don't know where you get it from."
"My tenacity is what will make me great," the Quincy reasoned.
"Why can't you continue to be a Quincy as well? Helping the living is important, but helping the dead is just as important," the old man disputed.
"The dead are dead, meaning they are hopeless and can no longer be helped. Go into retirement and leave all of the Hollows to the shinigami."
"No hug goodbye?"
The Quincy looked at the old man before he looked away. The old man merely held out his arms and the Quincy sighed before hugging the old man and moving away quickly.
"I still say you would make an outstanding Quincy."
"And you wonder where I get my tenacity. I might defeat a Hollow at times but don't put anything into it. I will see you come Christmas," the Quincy said, opening the door.
"Where will you be studying?"
"It's obvious. At…"
"…Karakura Medical University is one of the top-ranking medical schools in all of Japan. I expect all of you students to work hard and continue to bring honor to our great school's name," the dean finished, upon which the students erupted into a roar of applause.
"Let's see. Room 224, where could that be?" a man mumbled as he attempted to find his room. He appeared to be in his early twenties with dark hair. "Finally!"
The man stopped in front of the door with his room number on it. Unlocking the door, the man walked inside and observed his room.
"Whoo. Not bad," he evaluated before heading to the bedroom.
Taking a look, he saw that there were two bedrooms, so he was probably going to get a roommate sooner or later. He threw his things into one of the bedrooms, except for the thing on his back. Carefully taking it off his back, he unwrapped the object—a sword.
"I'm sorry about this."
'It's okay. Just take good care of me and promise I get to slice up at least one Hollow.'
"Promise. Now, I'm gonna go off and get food. Check ya."
The man put his sword away and placed it under his pillow. He ran out of the room, leaving the door unlocked. A man with silver hair came up to the door and looked at his paper.
"Room 224. This is it," the man spoke softly, reaching for his key.
He found it before he grabbed the knob and was unhappy to find it open.
"Either someone tried to rob this room, the custodian is absent-minded, or I'm rooming with an idiot," the man registered.
The man walked into the room before walking over to the bedrooms and was not happy to see that one was taken.
"I'm rooming with an idiot," the man sighed before he went to the other bedroom.
He put his things in the room before he opened one of his bags to see a chain with a Quincy Cross attached.
"Quincy…bah. I feel the need for a cup of coffee," the man said, heading out of the room.
"Here's your okonomiyaki! Please enjoy!" a hostess exclaimed happily.
"Thank you very much," the man with dark hair cried, walking off.
"Here's your coffee," another hostess whispered, blushing.
"Thank you," the man with silver hair murmured, going on his way.
The man with dark hair opened his take-out box as the man with silver hair began to drink his coffee. Not watching where either was going, the two men ended up bumping into each other. It led to the dark-haired man's okonomiyaki falling on his head and the silver-haired man's coffee falling on his shirt.
"Son of a bitch!" the man with dark hair yelled.
"Hot...!" the man with silver hair growled.
The two men glared at each other before the man with dark hair threw the okonomiyaki off his head while the man with silver hair took off his overshirt to reveal his blue-collared shirt. The two men continued to glare at each other until one spoke.
"Watch it, you fool."
"Don't call me a fool, you asshole!"
Both sent another glare at each other before they walked in opposite directions from each other.
"That motherfucking asshole. I'd like to take my zanpakutou and stick it up his—"
A loud roar interrupted his very inappropriate threat. Looking up, the dark-haired man's face lit up with excitement.
"Thank you. Hello, misplaced aggression," the man snickered.
The man ran into a deserted part of the campus where his body fell limp. His shinigami version dragged the body into an empty garden shed. The man disappeared for a second before he reappeared in his room.
"Come on. We've got a Hollow to kill," the man told the sword, grabbing it and disappearing again.
"Who did that fool think he was? If he becomes a Hollow when he dies, it will be my pleasure to destroy him," the man with silver hair muttered, entering his room.
He stopped for a moment before he headed to the window. Looking out it, he sighed. Another pain.
"It doesn't concern me. Father will probably be unable to reach it, though. One of the shinigami will get it," the silver-haired man said, heading into his bedroom.
He sat down on his bed for a few seconds before he growled. He grabbed his chain and ran out of the room.
"Who am I kidding? Everyone knows shinigami can't do anything right."
The Hollow group was about to destroy things when a slash to one of their masks destroyed one.
"Hey, you stupid Hollows. Try me on for size!"
The Hollows all looked over to see the dark-haired shinigami, pointing his zanpakutou at them.
"A tasty morsel. Destroy him!" the Hollow leader yelled.
All of the Hollows charged at the shinigami, who only smirked. He leaped, he slashed, and the Hollows fell until there was one.
"Man, that was boring. I'm still not over my rage," the shinigami yawned.
The final Hollow was about to attack when it just disappeared. The shinigami merely blinked before he looked in front of him and almost dropped his sword.
"No…way…"
The one who had killed the final Hollow…was a Quincy? Not just any Quincy, but this Quincy was the same asshole that had knocked over his okonomiyaki!
The Quincy lowered his bow before he looked in front of him. His eye started twitching uncontrollably as he stared. This couldn't be. A shinigami was here—and not just any shinigami, but that fool who spilled his coffee.
"A Quincy…"
"A shinigami…"
"…is attending my medical school. This just isn't right."
There's the first chapter. Did you like it? Let me know.