My first fic. be nice yah!
Disclaimer: no. bleach does not belong to me, only Rei and a few others do. i wish it did though.
Sunlight filtered in through the window of one of the many, identical dormitories in the central school of spiritual arts, casting a bright patch on one of the pages of a book that lay on the lap of a sleeping student.
The sleepy female let out a small, muffled groan, rubbing at her tired eyes vigorously, as a string of incoherent words spewed from her mouth. "Crap, it can't be morning already?" Rei grumbled softly, lifting a tired head slowly, trying her best to resist the urge to shut her heavy eyelids and fall back into a sleep induced stupor. "Iie, I can not go back to sleep," she murmured, giving in for a moment, her head drooping slightly before lifting again, as she got to her feet shakily, her book clattering to the floor as she moved slowly to her closet, her movements clumsy as she threw of her pajamas and donned the heavy robe, tying the knot in her sash with well rehearsed movements. Small hands splashed water onto a tired face, and Rei shuddered involuntarily before grabbing her books. Sprinting towards the door, Rei cursed silently before skidding to a stop, as she grabbed her book and a small glass cube off her table before rushing out again. Swearing curses so foul that even a drunk sailor would not know, Rei sprinted towards her class room, so fast that to an untrained eye, she looked as if she was flash stepping.
"Teach?" the words left his lips in a monotone that identified him as none other than Kuchiki Byakuya, an eyebrow lifted slightly as icy blue eyes fixed on his family advisors and first division captain Yamamoto.
"That's what I think I said, unless my memory is failing me," Yamamoto replied calmly, matching the Kuchiki captains questioning gaze with a calm one of his own. "Simply because the specialty of the 6th division is tactical combat, a subject in whom we think Shinigami trainees should know more about. Also, one of the university lectures is ill, and we require someone to replace him for the time being." Yamamoto explained. The Kuchiki's gaze shifted to his advisor who was trying his best to show how much he supported the idea, without nodding too vigorously.
"And how long will I be required to take this position?" he asked coolly.
"About two months, and two hours a day. It shouldn't be too much trouble." Yamamoto stated in a tone that clearly hinted that there was no backing out for the sixth division captain. "It should be manageable. If there's nothing else, I take my leave," Kuchiki stated calmly, as he got to his feet and left the room, followed by his advisors, leaving behind a silently watching Yamamoto.
"I you sure this is a good idea, because I get the feeling that his students are going to either be killed by his impatience, or by his ever so suffocating manner," a throaty voice remarked, as Yoruichi stepped out from a corner, a look of amusement gracing her features.
"If that is true, then it will be a learning experience for both the pupils and him. Besides, I have a feeling that those two months at the academy will benefit him better than going around slaying hollows and doing paper work." Yamamoto replied wisely, in a tone that hid and yet so obviously showed that he knew something she didn't. Yoruichi raised an eyebrow doubtfully but said nothing, as she stretched her muscles, looking more cat-like than ever.
"Doesn't really matter to me," she said with a shrug," Since I won't be the one teaching those brainless, clumsy brats. And besides, it's bound to be amusing," she smirked.
Kuchiki Byakuya's face remained his usual porcelain calm and perfect as he strode down the corridor of the central school of spiritual arts. Inside his head however, his mind was berating him as to why he had been stupid enough to agree, when it was obviously clear that no amount of honor that it would bring to the Kuchiki family was worth spending 2 months in here when the time could be better spent finishing his unending pile of paper work. He subconsciously noted the awe-struck gazes that he was attracting, but he shrugged it off easily, like taking off a coat. He had gone through this all his life (you had to pay a price for being a Kuchiki), and it would be impossible for him to have not gotten used to it.
Rei Kusaka found herself at the practice field around two minutes later, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Sprinting from one end of the academy to the other did that to a person, after all, the academy could hardly be considered small. "Is sensei here yet?" she panted, doubled over slightly to catch her breath.
"Didn't you know? Sensei's sick. We're getting a substitute teacher," A tall and lithe brown-haired girl stated in a tone that one would use when stating that the sky was blue. This statement drew a groan from the tired girl who plopped down onto the ground tiredly. "Yura…" she whined, pouting. "You should have told me! Then I wouldn't have had to sprint here in two minutes!" the smaller girl berated.
"Well, I would so hate to deprive you of your daily exercise," Yura replied wryly, leaning over her best friend.
"Thanks a lot. I'll be sure to include you in my thank-you speech when I break the cross academy record," Rei said dryly before closing her eyes tiredly. "Ah… crap. I could have gotten ten minutes more of sleep…" the small girl mused to herself.
"Eto. Rei, I think you better get up," Yura's nervous tone punctuated her thoughts, but before she could reply, she felt a presence over her.
"Teme…" she mumbled under her breath, cracking an eye open, only to be greeted by icy blue pupils that bore into hers.
"I would suggest you get up, unless you've invented some new method of swordsmanship that can be performed while lying on the ground with one's eyes closed," his said dryly. Rei jumped to her feet with ease.
"Well. It's not exactly swordsmanship. It's a Kidou actually, one for replenishing one's energy. It's pretty simple. All you have to do is to find a comfortable horizontal surface, lie down, shut your eyes, and let the Kidou take its effect. Its called sleep," she countered in an even dryer tone, if that was possible.
The sixth division captain had difficulty deciding if he was more amused or surprised. All the same, his face remained its emotionless mask, with the exception of his eyes narrowing slightly. "You would do well if you could move your zanpaktou as quickly as you do your tongue," was the cold reply he settled on. Rei rolled her eyes in slight disdain, her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl etched on her usually smiling features. Unexpectedly, a small smile graced her lips. If he wanted a fight, he would get it. After all, she had missed her daily work-out yesterday night due to being too caught up in her novel; she really couldn't be blamed for it, after all she had wanted to see who Hermione would end up with.
"How do you know I can't?" she challenged. She was pretty sure she heard a collective intake of breath from most of her classmates, as well as Yura slapping herself on the forehead mumbling about stupid best friends with the intelligence of a cow, as well as a few nobles gossiping about disrespect and ignorance being expected from Rukongai filth. For a moment, she thought that she had seen surprise in his eyes, but a blink and the emotion was gone, replaced by his ever impassive stare, as his hand moved to the hilt of his sword.
"Shall we put that statement to the test?" he asked his gaze unflinching. Her lips formed a small smirk, her hand moving to the hilt of her zanpaktou ready to draw it in a movement so rehearsed that she felt as if she had been doing it since she was a toddler.
"Don't mind if I do," was her simple reply, as their eyes met in a fiery gaze, both equally confident and a slight smirk on her lips.
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