Sharp cheers sprang around Sanura. She glanced at Grimmjow who was standing beside her, and rolled her eyes.
He grinned back and threw his graduation hat into the air, then grabbed her's and threw it up too.
Sanura laughed.
She and her best friend jumped off the stage and headed for the board beside Gin in the front row.
He gave them his trademark grin as they passed, rising to follow. Several uneasy looks were sent his way, but were ignored.
Sanura ran her finger down the list of graduate Shinigami, until she found her name.
Sanura Aizen, 16- See Yamamoto-Sui-Taicho
Grimmjow looked over at her.
"Yours says the same thing." He looked at the printing above her finger.
"Come on, Gin." She called them former Captain over. "We're going on a field trip."
-;-
"Yes, head right in." The Shinigami guards at the door nodded at the three.
Sanura stepped past, through the open doors, and looked back as they slammed shut behind her, Grimmjow, and Gin.
"What the fuck are the other Captains doing here?" Grimmjow leaned down to ask. Sanura shrugged, pushing her long hair over her shoulder.
"Sanura Aizen, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, and Gin Ichimaru." The old man at the front boomed. "Come forward!"
Sanura resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and then began the overly long trek up to the front. She stopped about seven feet from the one-armed man.
Her thoughts flashed briefly to the Winter War, where he had lost it.
"Congratulations are in order," Yamamoto boomed. "For passing the Shino Academy."
"Thank you." Sanura bowed her head.
"Onto more serious matters," The captain-Commander continued. "The three of you have been pardoned for your actions prior to, and during, the Winter War. Therefore, all three of you are able to join our ranks in the Gotei Thirteen."
The room was silent a moment.
"However, due to your wielding a sizeable amount of power, you are unable to placed into a Division. Because of this, I have decided to make the first exception to our law for the first time in many years. An addition to the Gotei Thirteen, the new Fourteenth Division, of which you will be the Captain-"
"Excuse me for interrupting," Sanura stepped forward. "I don't think it would be right if I, daughter of the largest traitor in Soul Society's history, were to disrupt everything by having to much power. Would you make the same exception for Ichigo Kurosaki?"
"What you are suggesting is madness." Yamamoto said. "Though Kurosaki-"
"Madness!" Grimmjow piped up.
"This is SPARTA!" Gin cheered with glee.
"Dammit, guys!" Sanura whirled on them, with a murderous aura. "I told you not to watch those movies again!"
"Yes, ma'am." Gin and Grimmjow chorused, meekly. "Sorry, Ma'am."
"Thank you." She turned back to Yamamoto, who looked like he wanted to burn them into nothingness.
"As I was saying, though Kurosaki, Ichigo has unlimited power, he is too irrational and hotheaded to head a Division."
Grimmjow snorted, leaning over to Gin.
"It's so true." He whispered. Sanura turned and glared.
"Okay, okay, I'll shut up. Geez, Kitten." The former-Espada raised his hands in surrender.
"Thank you." She repeated.
During this conversation, the Visored, Urahara and his fellow shopkeepers, were snickering not-so-subtly.
Soifon stared disapprovingly at Yoruichi, shaking her head ever so slightly.
Sanura raised her hand.
"Yamamoto-jii-san, I don't believe my abilities are suited for anything other than offence." She began.
"Therefore, I propose a secondary Eleventh Division, called..." Sanura thought a moment, and then her eyes went to the Eleventh Division taicho, Kenpachi Zaraki. "Division Eleven and a Half?"
"Such a Division does not exist!"
"Exactly." Sanura nodded. "My powers, as I said before, as well as those of both Grimmjow and Gin, are more suited for offensive purposes. So why not have a Division Eleven and a Half? It's less work than a Division Fourteen, technically speaking. On top of that, you wouldn't have to change Gotei Thirteen to Gotei Fourteen."
Yamamoto was quiet a moment.
"Absolutely not!" Soifon yelled suddenly. "Yoruichi-sama, you cannot be thinking this is a good idea!"
She turned to her mentor.
"Actually, Soifon," Yoruichi scratched her head. "That's not a bad idea."
-;-
After three hours of constant screaming and arguing from both sides, with a poor, very injured, mentally scarred Eleventh Seat from the Eleventh Division, who had come to report that the men were rioting again, Yamamoto gave in.
"Very well. Sanura Aizen," Sanura snapped her gaze away from the sun streaming through the window. "You will provide me a list of those you want in this new Division. They will not be contacted until construction of the barracks is completed. Is that understood!"
Sanura bowed.
"Of course, Yamamoto-Sui-Taicho."
"This meeting is adjourned." He banged his staff on the ground and then shuffled away.
Sanura let a large goofy grin spread across her face.
"Congratulations, Sanura-chan!" Shunsui staggered forward, pulling a sake bottle from under his kimono.
"Why am I not surprised?" Ukitake shook his head, amused.
"Oi!" Kenpachi stomped over. "You an' I will be workin' pretty fuckin' close from now on."
"Yup." Sanura nodded. Zaraki grinned.
"It will be interesting to see what happens." Komamura bent to whisper to Unohana, who sighed.
"Toshiro!" Sanura called as the youngest captain headed for the door.
He glanced over his shoulder.
"Sorry." Sanura smiled. "For blaming you."
Toshiro nodded, and then continued on his way, most likely to Momo Hinamori's grave.
The poor girl had died before any medical attention could get to her.
-;-
"Right here." Sanura nodded, propping her hands on her hips. After pouring over a map all night, and designing the floor plan for her barracks, Sanura had finally gotten around to staking it out.
"Here." The men assisting her placed a metal stake by her feet. Sanura nodded.
"I gave you the floor plans, right?" She checked the pockets of her hakama. The man held them up. "Has Kenzo Tange arrived yet?"
"Hai, ma'am!" He bowed and pointed to the short black haired man hovering over a table with several rulers and mathematical objects laying on it.
"He's alright with the idea?" Sanura shoved her hands into her pockets.
"Tange-san expresses his concern over the glass dome, but assures that he will make it happen."
"Thank him for me." Sanura turned to the approaching former Espada. "Well?"
"I sent Renji and Ikkaku for it, and I gave them the letter for Kurosaki." Grimmjow nodded, lacing his arms behind his head.
"Good. Then we have everything. Let's head back."
Grimmjow groaned, but followed after her.
Gin looked up as they entered, and Matsumoto smiled.
"Morning, Matsumoto-san." Sanura nodded as they strode past.
"Good morning!" She chirped, smiling brightly.
The turquoise-haired girl grabbed a stack of papers off her desk.
"What are those?" Grimmjow asked, collapsing on his butt.
"Profiles." She answered, throwing the one in her hand to the large pile on her left.
Grimmjow picked up the one on the right.
"Me, Gin, Shinji, Hiyori, Mashiro, Kensei, Hachi, Ichigo, Love, and Rose." He frowned. "Who the hell are these people?"
"They're your new Division members."
She paused a moment.
"And Nnoitra said to tell you that you look stupid as fuck." She snickered.
Grimmjow growled.
-;-
Nearly three months later, Sanura, Gin and Grimmjow stood in front of the brand new barracks.
A beautiful glass dome spread over the top of it. The rest of the barracks were made of thick stone, hauled from Heuco Mundo by Sanura, Grimmjow and Gin.
The new captain lifted one of the hard plastic cards in her hand.
"Shall we?"
"Just open the damn door already." Grimmjow grumbled, putting his own card into his pocket.
Sanura swiped it.
'Access granted.' The security terminal chirped as the automatic door slid open.
The three sped in and it closed behind them.
Sanura glanced around.
Several squishy black leather couches were placed around the room, just behind a panel of wood in front of the door.
"This is so cool!" Sanura squealed like a little girl, racing down the right hall.
She sped past a fully stocked library, a bathroom, and flung open the third door down the hall.
"It's just the way I wanted it done!" She grinned.
"That's what the builders, painters and other people are suppose' to do, Sanura-chan." He poked his head into her gold painted room.
"Nice view." He motioned to the glass wall opposite the door.
"I'll show you where yours are!" She pulled Grimmjow and Gin to the room beside her's. "This one is Grimmjow's."
She tugged Gin over to the last room, and the bedroom beside Grimmjow's.
"This one is yours." She sped off down the hall.
"YES! POOL!" She yelled.
Sanura slowed as she made her way through the barracks, poking her head into every room.
When she had done a full lap, she opened the glass doors to the courtyard.
"That is one big ass tree." She stared.
The tree was placed at the very center of the barracks, and it spread it's leafy branches over the barrack roof. The glass dome shimmered faintly beyond that.
Sanura ran for the bottom of the tree and headed up the stairs into the tree-house where the offices were.
"I can live with this." She muttered, looking out the window onto the courtyard.
A grey stone path wound it's way around the various plant life, and the portion of the pool that was outdoors.
A bell chimed through the barracks, and Sanura jumped down from the tree, running for the door.
"Hi." She opened it.
"This is for Sanura Aizen." The Shinigami at the door held out a paper-wrapped package. A hell butterfly fluttered in.
"Thank you." Sanura dipped her head.
The Shinigami nodded, and Sanura headed back for her room.
The hybrid female placed the package on her bed and then opened it.
She smiled, running a hand over the white silk, before pulling on the sleeveless haori. It settled around her, and brushed the floor.
The waiting hell butterfly landed impatiently on the end of her nose.
'All captains, lieutenants and Sanura Aizen, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, Ikkaku Madarame, Rukia Kuchiki, Visored and visiting former-Shinigami must report immediately to the First Division.'
Singer's Rambles- I'm baaaaack~!
This is the sequel for The Cero Shinigami, if you couldn't already tell.
I'm sorry the first chapter is so boring. It will get better, but do you know how hard it is to describe those barracks?
They're super modern, by the way. There's a pool, and a big ass tree, and a game room, and a library.
So, good new for this fic!
I'm going to -insert sudden silence here-
You couldn't hear that could you? Poor darlings. -sarcasm-
Well, there's fun in store for this fic! Please enjoy!
And don't forget...
Review