Authors' Note: Hello, all~! Jet, here, with mah fanfic Misguided Intentions! Now, Jet Sable is an OC, just so ya know! And it takes a while to get to Grimmkitty, so be patient! I'd love to hear what you think about my story, characters, writing style(!), and the Grim Reapers, so feel free to leave a review or two~! I will update about every-other day, but do forgive me if I am a day or two late. ^_^ Anywho, please read and enjoy Misguided Intentions~! Oh, and before I forget, I do not own the anime that this fic is based off of, Bleach… If I did, Jet would be an actual character, complete with the grim reapers' afterlife~! 3 Enjoy~~!

I bit my lip in concentration as I held Shinokyaria and his sheath in my hand, trying desperately to release my scythe. The rain started falling harder, making my black hair fall into my eyes, but I just ignored it. I will release you, I thought assertively. A wide smirk flashed in my mind seconds before I felt something just… click.

I smiled widely as I slide Shinokyaria's sheath up the length of the blade, curving it at the top as I called out his name. The wind suddenly picked up and started swirling around me, faster and faster until I couldn't even see Shinokyaria. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the wind stopped spinning and almost seemed to melt into the ground. I blinked the rain out of my eyes and looked at my new blade. Shinokyaria had transformed into a black scythe as long as I was tall, the blade easily as long as my arm. I grinned even wider and flipped it over, investigating the silver chains that hung like tassels off the end, just like my father's.

Dad! I thought, twirling around to head back inside. I have to show Dad! I ran into our house, calling out my father's name. I found him in his study, talking to a man wearing a green outfit, complete with a green and white stripped hat, sitting in front of Dad, hiding his mouth behind a fan. The smile fell off my face as I stared at the man, completely forgetting about my accomplishment for the moment. We never had guests, let alone that late at night. I opened my mouth to bluntly ask who the man was, but was cut off by my father shouting for joy as he saw Shinokyaria.

I grinned back at Dad and nodded vigorously, instantly forgetting the man until he spoke. "Well, look-ie there, Dan," he said, a smirk in his voice. "It seems that your daughter is just as accomplished as a Grim Reaper as you were."

Dad frowned at the man. "Why are you here, Kiskuke?" Dad asked

bluntly, motioning to me to seal Shinokyaria.

I did as I was told as the man, Kiskuke, answered seriously, "I need either your, or your daughter's, help with something."

Dad's frown deepened. "Doing what?"

The man lowered his fan, revealing a sly grin. "Causing havoc in Soul Society."

Dad and I both broke out in identical grins. "Well," Dad said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why didn't you say so, Kiskuke? Jet will defiantly need to go; I can mark it off to her mother as training."