Disclaimer : Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.
A/N : First fic ever, I hope you'll like it !
Oh and I'm French so I'm sorry about my grammar...
If a beta is interested about my story, let me know !
Chapter 1.
She was going to kill them. They could have made any other jokes but they had chosen this one, the worst. And they did it today. So it was obvious for her, she was going to kill them.
She kept herself from running and yelling into the corridors. She was supposed to lead by example so she simply walked fast enough to stop the coming disaster and in a relatively natural way to avoid to looking like a fool if she met someone.
Today was the delivery of certificates of aptitude to students who had completed their training. It is today that all the students of last year were going to receive the diploma which would officially make of them shinigami. And of course it is today that her students, those for whom she has responsibility this year, have chosen to strike. She suspected something would happen. They had been so quiet these last few days that she had begun to suspect a bad move. But until now she had not managed to get any clue as to the disaster to come. And fortunately, an hour before the start of the festivities, she had surprised a conversation between two of her students in the women's bathroom. She had to refrain from going out and shouting throughout the establishment that she would massacre all her students. At the time she had only had this idea in mind. But when she thought it over, she found she could avenge herself while avoiding the catastrophe that would put an end to her career and make her bury the little dignity that remained to her as a teacher.
Entering the amphitheater prepared for the graduation, she immediately went to the sliding blackboard fixed to the wall. Once in front of it, she took a deep breath and slid the front board to the top."I'm going to kill them all" she said calmly.
She stepped back to measure the extent of the joke. On the blackboard, her students, of whom she recognized some of them through their writing, had drawn her in a very suggestive position. Asagi clenched her fists. She had just avoided the catastrophe. She did not dare even imagine what might have happened. The draw was tolerable, after all it was rather successful, apart from her assets which were really exaggerated. That's what she thought, because if it were their true proportions she would resign tomorrow morning at the first hour. Out of question to pass for the vulgar teacher who unpacks her neckline before her students to interest them in her lessons. But the worst thing in this story was all the little messages written all around.
"Marry me Yumeki-san", "I promise to take care of you", " Let's go away from here", "I will be your personal slave", "I promise to be your devoted wife", "I'll put the fire of my youth at your service", "Make me a filled woman", "Keep me near your heart forever".
Yumeki Kairyuu was director of the academy. Asagi had a deep respect for him. After all, hundreds of generations of shinigami had been formed in this establishment, which he had been running for centuries. She considered him a mentor. And she did not know why but her students had decided to humiliate her in front of her superior. Thankfully I intervene in time!
Imagining what might have happened, she felt a shudder of horror rising up her column, especially as the ceremony still accommodated a captain of the Gotei and his lieutenant. This would have put an end to her dignity as a teacher and her career. She even saw herself exiled to the bottom of the Rukongai to escape all of this.
Shaking her head to chase this nightmare, she sighed in relief. Her students would not have it so easily, she had promised herself this when she arrived in the academy 30 years ago.
She grabbed the brush wich was on the desk and began to erase this "masterpiece". But as the brush touched the blackboard she got an idea. And it was with a sly smile that she erased only a few parts of the drawing and then took a chalk to fill the voids. I can not wait to see their faces!
"So Shuuhei, does it remind you some memories?"
Kensei, captain of the 9th Division and his lieutenant Hisagi were crossing the outer court of the Shinigami Academy. This year it was the turn of their division to attend the event. The ceremony took place in the large amphitheater of the establishment.
They were greeted at the entrance of the building by the director. "It's a pleasure to receive you" Yumeki Kairyuu told them.
"And for us to attend the ceremony this year" the captain replied politely.
The headmaster proudly pricked his chest. He led them through the corridors to the great amphitheater. As they entered, all the students stood up. They still wore their uniforms of the academy. For the last time they would receive their shikahusho at the same time as their assignment in a division. Kensei, Hisagi and the director took their spots on the stage facing the students. In addition to the new graduates there were some civilians, surely the relatives and students of the following years who came to congratulate them. The headmaster motioned for them to settle and they executed. Once all seated, the director began his speech.
Then, one by one, the students were called to show on the stage and received their new uniform and their assignment. A burst of applause saluted them every time.
Kensei and Hisagi followed the ceremony carefully, especially when the students were assigned to their division. As the ceremony progressed, Kensei felt that the atmosphere was agitated, especially among the students at the back of the amphitheater. He had also noticed that two of them had approached the stage. But he was not the only one to have an eye on them. One of the professors had also spotted them. She constantly looked at them in a corner, which had the merit of attracting Kensei's attention to her.
He had to recognize that she was stunning. As part of a mainly male team, she could have taken a step back. Yet she stood upright, her head held high, and he could see some pride on her face every time a new student was called. New burst of applause. At the moment when the student came down from the stage their eyes met. None of them looked away. He remained frozen. Her eyes were a breathtaking blue lagoon. Another student climbed onto the stage, which made the contact break.
Kensei took his breath, he had not even noticed that he had detained it. Then he took the time to detail her. How could he not notice her earlier? Of medium height, she had wavy hair of a brown mahogany that arrived just below her shoulders. She had a V-shaped silhouette which gave her an athletic look and added to her presence. Again she smiled at the student who was receiving his shikahusho. It was a fine but frank smile, he saw it in her pretty eyes in the shape of almond. Now that he was detailing her, he had to admit that she was a very beautiful woman.
She must have felt that she was being watched because she looked at him directly when the graduate student got off the stage. Kensei immediately turned his eyes away. He cursed himself internally. Not only had he been caught staring but he had reacted like a schoolboy. He told himself that he only needed to blush to complete the picture.
It must be the last student cause the director had approached the front of the stage after the applause. He cleared his throat, but as he was about to speak, there was a start among the crowd. They all looked at the blackboard behind the stage. Kensei did the same.
As the blackboard slid, Asagi had to hold back to not burst out laughing. The face of the two students who had activated the control panel was priceless. Asagi had spotted them for ten minutes as they tried to quietly approach the control panel. The headmaster was frantic. In turn he looked at the captain and his lieutenant in a completely helpless manner, then at the students in the room, shooting them with glares and finally Asagi and her colleagues for explanations.
Asagi was really proud of her. Looking up at the drawing, she bit her lip and had to admit that she might have done too much. But again she looked at her two students behind the stage. And facing their shocked head, her doubts flew away. She smiled at her masterpiece. She had kept the silhouette with her generous neckline but had modified the features of the face and lengthened the hair so that no one could make the connection with her. And instead of the seductive little phrases, she had only put in invitations for the director to celebrate the diplomas with the students. Obviously they promised him the evening of the century by reviving his youth.
Asagi was in heaven, the effect had been immediate. Her two students were looking at her now and she smiled brightly at them. Their attention was then directed to the headmaster who had finally noticed them. He was red with anger but his words were covered by the noise of the crowd. After a moment he turned to Asagi. As they were two of her students, he sought explanations from their referring professor. Asagi simply answered him with an innocent shrug.
Kensei easily guessed that the young professor before him was no stranger to the affair. A fine smile stretched on his lips. The situation amused him but he had to maintain a neutral attitude. He turned his head towards Hisagi. The question marks blinked over his lieutenant's head. Kensei laughed. Then he looked to the director on the other side. He had caught the two students and was gaving them a dressing-down. A last look towards the crowd and he thought that the joke, as good as it was, had to end before the situation degenerates.
He called the headmaster who rushed to the captain. Kensei suggested moving to the next stage of the ceremony, in the inner courtyard. The director approved and went to make the announcement at the microphone. He tried in vain to demand silence until a wave of reiatsu silenced everyone.
Asagi suddenly breathed out. Looking up at the stage, she had no difficulty in understanding where this reiatsu came from. With his arms crossed on his chest, the captain of the 9th Division had just silenced the crowd in less than a second. This reiatsu, Asagi had the breath cut off by it. Nothing very powerful, nobody had fainted but Asagi had perceived an incredible potential. Worthy of a captain, she thought. And as he had done earlier, she too began to observe him while the director was apologizing, threatening the culprits and finally he invited the public to head for the buffet outside.
Silver-white hair, clear eyes, he had a piercing look. Tall, square shoulders, he emanated from him a self confidence to which Asagi was not indifferent. Asagi followed the opening of his shikahusho until stopping at his tattoo. What she had under her eyes added to the insight of his reiatsu, led her to the following conclusion: "Handsome, yes, a very handsome man," she thought. With that, she looked away and took a deep breath. It was a relief to her when she saw the crowd heading toward the exit. A little fresh air would be benefit.
With her colleagues, she found herself in the flood of students and after having a drink and a few toasts on the buffet, they were talking in the middle of the courtyard. The conversation was obviously about the incident of the ceremony that would be sure to talk for a few years. Asagi enjoyed listening to the comments of her colleagues and playing indignation. Whenever she met one of her students, she looked at them with an -I know everything- face. Which had an immediate effect ! They lowered their heads or turned their eyes away. It was definitely the best ceremony she attended.
Bringing her glass to her lips, she heard a background noise. She had not paid attention to it until now but it was growing. She looked from where it came from, and noticed at the same time that the discussions had stopped and that people were also wondering about this agitation. She finally heard shouts of voices.
Obviously the discussion was animated and envenomed to the point that a large part of the public was interested. She had to elbow to sneak up to the students clashing. Two clans had formed. She saw a newly graduated student in tears while others tried to calm her down. A student seemed to have taken her defense. She recognized the major of the promotion. He faced a group of 5 others apparently very irritated students. Asagi had no idea what was going on. She turned to some of her students who were also watching the scene. "Do you know what's going on?" She asked. Her students seemed shocked.
"The students of Kazan-sensei attacked Honami" replied one of them. "They say she was sent to the 4th Division because she was too weak to be accepted in another". "Is that true sensei? That the weakest students are always sent to the 4th Division?" Asked another. "I was assigned to the 4th Division" murmured the smallest of them. Asagi sighed annoyedly. She put a hand on her student's shoulder and reassured her that it was completely wrong. Her level had not automatically determined her assignment. But she was interrupted by the arrival of another teacher. Kazan, just in time, she thought.
The teacher walked to his students for explanations. After a brief exchange, he turned to the student in tears and rather than require an apology, he seemed to enjoy the situation. He even congratulated his students when he turned to them.
It was at this point that Asagi decided to intervene. She left her students and headed for the promotion major. She put a hand on his shoulder and made him understand that she took in charge the situation. He nodded and went to the student to comfort her. "That's it boy, good points. Intelligent and sensitive, you'd understood everything" Asagi mused. She turned to Kazan and his students.
This professor had the gift of annoying her, always look down on people. He said to anyone who would listen that only the handling of the zanpakuto could ensure the victory. A completely absurd theory for Asagi. In her eyes, all disciplines deserved to be given a minimum of practice. She encouraged her students to exploit their strengths and not neglect other disciplines. Better too knowing that not enough, especially when you are a shinigami.
Unfortunately, everyone did not share her opinion, and as a kido teacher she struggled to be heard. But today, she was going to stand up to this asshole, to make things clear. It was time that the students also understood that this vision was completely outdated. She knew that the model of some of them was the captain of the 11th Division, the one who had managed to beat a captain of the Gotei 13. But this man was only an exception for Asagi. Nothing to do with the pretentious in front of her at that moment who looked down on her.
Her head raised, she defied them. According to her principles, including that of showing good understanding within the educational team, she had never stood up to Kazan. Things were finally going to change.
"You have something to say Komorebi?" He said with a sly smile.
He was provoking her. Very well, you will have deserve it Kazan!
She was going to answer but the director interposed between them. Asagi realized that the whole assembly had their eyes fixed on them and that the captain and his lieutenant were in the front row.