"Why are we going to the soul society again?" I grumped, hands on my hips as I watched Yoruichi walk around the room. "I want to stay here." Sitting down on the bed, I crossed my arms and summoned up a good pout. "Besides, no one likes me," I bemoaned. "But here I can clean up after Urahara and sweep the store. It's my life's calling-really," I promised as Yoruichi glanced at me.
"If I remember, you used to love the soul society and never even wanted to set foot here," the woman murmured in a low voice as she folded a shirt and put it in a drawer.
"Yeah, well that was before everyone hated me," I replied sweetly. "Shockingly, other soul reapers that tell you to never come back or you'll be killed makes you not like a place so much."
"It's been fifty years," the woman sighed. "That's how long you were exiled. I've already received a call from your grandfather wanting to know when you're coming back-"
"-Tell him never," I interjected in a mutter, but Yoruichi's glare quieted me.
"And you know that there's been a rash of deaths of lower soul reapers. More are needed. Stronger soul reapers." She was looking at me pointedly, but I just swung my legs back and forth, my feet barely brushing the floor from her high bed.
"They don't want me back," I sighed, jumping off the bed. "And I'm almost seventy now. I'm not a child, I can make my own decisions-" Before I could leave the room Yoruichi was in front of me, arms crossed. I cut my gaze to the side, not looking at her face.
"What happened to the girl who wanted to make up for what she'd done?" the woman demanded. "The girl who begged me to help her become strong so that when the day came she went back to the soul society she could protect her friends?"
"Former friends," I pointed out. "And what happened to her?" I tapped my face, touching the scar that ran from my jaw down my neck. "I think around the time she got this scar, she started seeing the world for what it really was. A shitty place where everyone just has to do their best."
"You're a soul reaper," she reminded me, still blocking my way. "You took a vow-"
"-Broke that a long time ago too," I reminded her. "And you're a soul reaper as well. Where have you been?" innocently.
The former captain heaved a great sigh. "I won't make you stay," she promised, putting a hand on my shoulder. "But I will make you go back to report to the head captain." I threw her a look but she frowned. "He's your great grandfather, Hiroyuki Yamamoto, and I will not bear his wrath because you wouldn't go back-"
"-No one even wants me there," I growled, finally ducking past her. "Face it, no one ever called, and no one ever asked how I was," I glanced at her. "Hiroyuki Yamamoto died fifty years ago in a terrible mistake that killed sixteen other soul reapers," I said with numb lips. "And you know I hate it when you call me that."
"Sometimes I do it just for that reason," Yoruichi informed me as I walked down the hallway. "Be ready to leave in twenty minutes, Sasha!"
"Yeah, yeah. Just know that if a random gate into hueco mundo opens and you can't find me, I'm probably dead. Don't bothering looking," I called back. Now I needed to find Kisuke Urahara and make that a reality. I would much rather go down to that world than back to the soul society.
From my room I grabbed my zanpakuto, hiremekinu, and continued down the hallway. I wasn't going back to the soul society. Surely he could send me…somewhere.
"Hey Kisuke!" I yelled loudly, walking into the main shop. I could sense the man in there and knew he was probably doing nothing. "I need you to send me to-"
"-No," he replied before I could finish. "I'm not opening a gate to hueco mundo. Or the underworld. And no, I'm not distracting her so you can run away."
I glared at him flatly. "Why not?" I finally moaned. "It'll be great! I'll go kill some hollows and never come back! It'll be fine."
"You'd really rather go there then back home?" Urahara laughed, glancing at me. "Well, I see your point. You're not the only one who was exiled."
"Yeah," I grunted. "But I don't see you having to go report in after fifty years."
"SASHA!" yelled a voice from down the hall, making me flinch. "I said get ready! It's time to leave!" she walked into the room, hands on her hips. "Where are your shoes?" she asked. "And why aren't you wearing a standard shihakusho and hakama?"
After rolling my eyes, I growled. "Because, mom, I don't like the normal uniform, I just like wearing this long…ish shihakusho. And my shoes are in my bedroom." In fact I hadn't worn the standard soul reaper uniform in years. Now I just wore a thigh length shihakusho with a red sash wrapped around my waist and tied in a bow on my lower back. Under the shihakusho I wore black shorts and I also wore knee high black boots instead of sandals.
"Then shouldn't you be going to get them?" the former captain asked dangerously, in a way that had me scurrying down the hallway and grabbing my boots from my room. I yanked them on as I walked back down the hallway, grabbing my hood from the hallway that I'd asked Urahara for just for this day. It was hooded to hide my face and hid my spiritual pressure. Not that anyone would probably recognize me. It had been fifty years and my spiritual powers had changed immensely.
"I'm ready to go," I muttered, pulling the hooded scarf around my shoulders and tying it before pulling the hood up and over my face. It fell to the ground behind me like a black silk cloud.
Urahara put a hand on my shoulder reassuringly. "No worries, Sasha," he sang. "You'll probably be back here before the day's out."
"You think?" I asked hopefully, biting my lip and touching the hilt of my zanpakuto at my back.
"Yeah. It'll be fine," he promised, tapping my shoulder as a senkaimon opened in the air in front of him.
"I hope you're right," I murmured, glancing at him one more time before following Yoruichi through the gate.
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Short chapter, I know. Sorry. The next ones will be a lot longer. Reviews are love to me, and I would love ideas or constructive criticism. Also, I take ideas for anything, so hit me up?