Well, as i said before, due to the complete lack of TatsukixChizuru fanfics, I have written/started a new one!
This will be a multi chapter story, and i guess it is slightly AU-ish... not really, I mean, it depends on what you think Bleach characters do in there 'free time'. Considering they don't really show interaction between Ichigo/Rukia's friends and the other kids at school, or where they stand, or what happens to non soul reaper/ magical-ish power people. Anywho, I'm babbling, like usual, so without further ado, here is the first chapter!
Disclaimer: If I owned bleach, there would be a lot more relationships/ girlxgirl. Sadly, I don't, so you'll have to just read these random fics to see my inner thoughts.
oh, before i forget. I am currently in the process of writting a MS ff, so I'm hoping to update this story atleast once a week, but to be more realistic, I would probably have to say it's gonna be between 1-2 weeks per update.
She had been waiting at the bus stop when it happened.
After a long day at Karakura High School, the red haired Chizuru Honsho had trudged down the necessary blocks to reach the stop, swinging her small, black back unenthusiastically. Looking around, the only sights to grace her vision happened to be disgusting, shady alleyways, dimly lit apartment entrances and scum filled gutters.
She sighed half-heartedly, disappointed in the area she was forced to walk to, the wait that was soon to follow, and, most importantly, the first day of her second year of school. After ambling along the bedraggled sidewalks for another ten minutes, the silver-eyed girl plopped down on the vacant, designated, waiting bench. She closed her eyes, taking her gray jacket off and placing it neatly folded into her bag. Falling back into an old habit, she removed her red rimmed glasses from her delicate nose and delicately cleaned them with a small, gray, silk handkerchief she usually carried in her pocket.
School hadn't changed one bit, much to her displeasure. Disgusted stares, nervous freshman whispers, rude girls, well not so much girls as bitches, random and not so subtle pushes, shoves, and kicks in crowded halls were all included in the first day of school checklist. She was lost in thought as she replayed the dull, and somewhat painful, day in her head, absently spinning her glasses between her fingers, missing the footsteps which approached in a rather hurried manor.
By the time she snapped out of her daze, she had been surrounded by three young boys. Vaguely familiar simple white shirts with loosened navy blue ties were all her hindered vision could spot. Chizuru was pulled from her peaceful resting spot and roughly shoved into a dimly lit alley. It was nearly four in the afternoon, and all the inhabitants of the run down buildings and living quarters where either out to work, or sleeping to prepare for their 'night customers.'
She heard her mothers scolding words of walking in such a "distasteful" neighborhood. Yet there was no offer of a ride, she thought ruefully. The red haired girl inconspicuously slid her glasses into her bag which felt from her grasp, and into a safe nook in the wall, as the beating started.
Much to her pleasure or dismay, the irritating voice of her mother was soon replaced by a ringing noise in her head she knew all too well…
Thud
She hit the ground, hard. The three uniformed boys looked down, disgust, disdain and anger clearly marking their normally handsome faces. She knew now all too well were those outfits had come from.
Karakura standard issue was hard to miss or confuse, even in her visually impaired state. She saw a tuff of orange hair and almost let a gasp escape. Thankfully, she held it back, knowing that that one slip up would only increase the boys' pleasure in the brutal attack she was receiving, and perhaps even making the kicks and punches come with more strength and passion. That was the last thing she needed.
She looked back at the carrot top youth and noticed the mop on top of his head was dyed. For some small reason she took pleasure in knowing it was not Ichigo, but the annoying look-a-like Reiichi. She had thought her distant friendship with Ichigo would prevent him from doing anything like this, and it seemed she was right, for now at least. The other two raven haired boys were nameless in her eyes, part of the semi-popular crowd which followed Ichigo's around like wide eyed puppies.
It was actually kind of amusing how much the losers before her begged for acceptance, but like usual the Kurosaki crowd remained aloof. It was ironic, how these boys craved acceptance, a feeling she was struck with at least once each day. She briefly wondered in between strikes what Ichigo and his friends would think about these pathetic boys if they saw what they were doing now.
The Kurosaki crowd would never find out, though. Not even Chizuru would be able to withstand the hurt if the group had approved of these unspeakable actions.
Kick
It hurt, it always had. For at least a year now, she had been learning to find different ways to deal with the pain. One of the numerous things she had learnt was to protect her most vulnerable points. The victim brought one hand up to cover her head. The other went further down to cover her kidney region. She braced her body for the nociceptive pain she knew would increase in due time. The red haired girl silently thanked the Gods they had never tried to rape her.
Pull
She closed her eyes, whispering to herself, waiting for the pain to cease. Whether she passed out, or the boys ran away, it would eventually stop. Dirt smeared her unusually colored red hair, small pebbles littered throughout it already. She could feel the gritty muck without having to run her hands through it, knowing it would take at least double the normal amount of shampoo just to get it back to decently clean. Her usually immaculate school uniform was in a state of disarray. The red bow which usually lay under her neck was untied and halfway around her shoulder. Her skirt was almost unrecognizable. Her gray outer shirt had been discarded in her bag earlier. The normally white undershirt was splotched with blood, grime, and sweat. But not tears, never tears.
Throw
Her body hit the floor once more. Chizuru bit her bottom lip, drawing even more of her own blood, as the world began to spin uncontrollably around her. She sighed, finally letting the noise escape her bleeding form. A ghost of a smile played on her lips as the darkness overtook her senses, leaving her in a dark, peaceful slumber.
Crash.
Forty-four, forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven…
"Tatsuki-Sama?"
Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty!
The jet black haired girl rose quickly from the floor after completing her push-ups. She was wearing a simple white shirt, just loose enough to have complete control of her movements. A pair of royal blue shorts went down to her knees, and she was barefoot at the moment. Strapped around her ankles, calves, wrists, forearms and shoulders were extremely heavy, but surprisingly tiny weights. They had been special ordered, and Tatsuki was still paying for them. But, to our karate enthusiast, it was well worth the price.
While her outfit did nothing to compliment her usually hidden curves, it did expose her sleek, solid arms, smooth, toned legs, and her slim, well muscled stomach. She wiped at the thin layer of sweat forming above her brown/hazel eyes, and she furrowed her eyebrows in mock frustration.
"What's up, Saki-Chan? And stop calling me that! You're older then me. Besides, I've known you since… since before I started karate!"
The older girl chuckled, playing with her shoulder length brown hair. Her coal black eyes held a twinkle of amusement.
"But Arisawa-Sen-seeeeeeeiiiiii, I must address my superiors with only the upmost respect."
Sakiko replied with a look of indignation on her face, stressing the drastically formal name.
Tatsuki mock growled and charged at her friend, thumping her over the head when she found a hole in her guard.
"You always drop your left arm, Saki-Chan, no wonder they made me captain instead of-"
Saki retaliated in the blink of an eye, sweeping Tatsuki's feet out from under her. The fallen girl lay silent for a minute before erupting with laughter as her childhood friend helped her up.
"I don't know why they decided to put me in charge of all this," Tatsuki mumbled, showing uncertainty, which was rare to her character.
"Its cause your amazing Tatsuki-chan. You nearly defeated that… beast of a girl with only one arm! They wouldn't have put you in charge of the dojo if you didn't deserve it, or couldn't handle it. Now, see that crowd over there?"
"Ya…"
"That's the new hopefuls."
"And?" It took a minute for the information to click. Tatsuki looked at her old friend with mortification.
"No… You don't mean I have to…?"
"Why of course, Captain-Sama, we need your unyielding strength and will of fire," She repeated with a solemn look. "But seriously Ta-chan, it's your job, most of them are here to see you anyway."
"Why me?" Tatsuki scanned the room, looking bak and forth. Sakiko laughed at her friends modesty.
"Ta-chan! Don't act so humble all the time. A lot of people look forward to meeting or even training with you. You're a semi-legend around here."
"Why?" she asked, baffled even further.
"You're a role model to some of them. They see you making a successful career doing something you love, while making it look fun. Some of those squirts will be envious and downright catty. Just try not to let it get ta' ya."
"If you say so…" The spiky raven mumbled dubiously
"Now get over there!" Saki pushed her forward a little, taking a spot behind the captain of the Karate club.
Tatsuki walked over to stand behind her friends and elders, facing toward the crowd. It was a mixed group, full of tall and short, thick and bone thin, blonde haired to midnight black.
"Arisawa-Sama?" A young girl asked meekly. She had long black hair and crystal green eyes.
"Ya?" Tatsuki grunted in her direction, not unkindly.
"Isn't it time for the meeting to start?"
Tatsuki was crowded by a large group of younger girls and boys, looking at her with hopeful eyes, at least thirty of each gender.
Ugh, she silently complained while standing up, I hate this talking stuff
"Ohayo. I am Arisawa Tatsuki, captain of the vale tudo karate club. If you are in the wrong place, now would be a good time to leave."
She shrugged noncommittally at the door. No one had moved. She grunted again, running a hand through her short spiky black hair. Her big eyes swept through the group again. They all seemed eager for her to continue her speech.
"This is a serious club. No horseplay will be permitted in the dojo. Everyone got that? If I catch you messing around, you'll be outta here."
Most of the youngsters nodded, a solemn look on their faces. She inwardly sighed. Tatsuki had a sinking feeling in her gut that some had joined just to watch her practice. No, Tatsuki was not a cocky person, quite the opposite actually, but after her speech with Suki-Chan, she could see a group of boys which followed her shadows during school constantly. There were even some girls in the group, and as Tatsuki scoured the crowd again, she could pick them out.
"We will start each day by changing into appropriate fighting clothes," she nodded to the group of advanced members behind her.
"When we start normal practices, we meet in this dojo at three P.M. sharp, and start our stretching. After that, depending on the day, everyone will either practice techniques, sparring, self defense techniques, weapons combat, or numerous other fighting styles. I hope all of you make it, and wish you all luck, but in reality around half of you will actually stay committed to the team. It takes a lot of self sacrifice and practice to become a true karate champion.
If you have a question, or need help with anything, ask me personally, or any other of the students standing behind me for help. Do not hesitate to ask, you will not learn otherwise. And that's what I am, and you all are here for. To learn and better yourself."
Tatsuki's usually rough eyes softened at the paragraph. Her mouth stretched into her genuine lazy smile. No one liked sensei that would refuse to teach or help. She had been in a similar situation in the past, and it had ended unpleasantly, so she had pledged to always help those in need. That was one of the reasons she was elected captain in the first place, not that Tatsuki would see it like that. In her eyes, she was just helping the younger and weaker, nothing worthy of praise.
"We will start out conditioning tomorrow. Conditioning practices are different then normal. We won't be fighting or learning new maneuvers, but training our bodies so that we can be up to the task. Conditioning is not optional. If you don't come to conditioning, don't bother showing up at the dojo for practice. You squirts gotta earn your sparring time."
She flashed her second favorite expression, a wry smile accompanied by sparkling hazel eyes, dancing with laughter.
"Meet in here at three, but remember to bring your running shoes. Tomorrow will be stamina and endurance and all that other fun stuff."
She heard numerous groans from her new students.
"How do you expect to fight if you can't keep up?" she asked reasonably.
"I don't need conditioning," a young girl snarled. She had dyed blonde hair, dull brown eyes, and a self assured personality.
"What is your name?" Tatsuki asked lazily, waving her hand in the girl's general direction.
"Kimera Kanako."
"Well, Kimera-kun, how many miles can you run without stopping? How many push-ups can your body handles before you collapse? Pull-ups?"
"Enough," the young prideful girl answered snidely, pride overflowing from her stance and words.
Tatsuki visibly shook her head. This girl needed to be taken down a peg, or twelve.
"Hit me," Tatsuki stated coolly, ignoring the girl's cocky demeanor.
"Hit you?"
"If you can score a blow on me, you can skip every conditioning and will be guaranteed a spot on the A team this year."
A murmur of surprise went through the Senpais. Saki just shook her head,
"Just trust her."
Tatsuki went to go unbuckle her leg weights, looked back at her blonde haired opponent, and decided against it.
"You're going to regret that," Kimera snarled. Tatsuki just set her level gaze at the younger girl, body preparing for the upcoming spar. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. Tatsuki felt an icy numbness float through her body, her muscles felt loose and ready to go. The Karate expert set into her normal state of thinking, a one track mind. All of her worries, doubts, concerns of the past, present and future was gone, they floated effortlessly from her mind, her body. Any sore or aching muscle and joint felt light as a feather. Her eyes set in determination.
The two opponents circled each other, angry brown eyes meeting concentrated hazel ones. The fake blonde lunged lashing out on Tatsuki's location. Only, Tatsuki wasn't there anymore, and she quickly slid behind the girl, pushing her off balance with two fingers. The duel continued like this for five minutes, Tatsuki refusing to do anything except nudge the girl forward with her two fingers.
After each pass, Kimera's temper rose, until finally she moved in a completely random sequence, eyes red with rage. Tatsuki calmly countered each and every hand, elbow, arm, and kick, finally lunging in to plant those two fingers into Kimera's pressure point on between her collarbone and shoulder. The girl cried out, dropping to her knees. She was panting heavily, breathe coming in and out in ragged, sharp, shallow pulls. He struggled to get to her feet, but her exhausted limbs refused to move. She sunk to the floor.
Tatsuki, who was still breathing at a normal rate, turned back to the crowd of trainee- karate students.
"And that, my new friends, is why we need conditioning," Tatsuki grinned, her lazy smile pulling at the corners of her mouth, her hazel eyes shinning brightly.
That chapter was actually longer then I expected it to be. I usually try and keep my chaps between 1.8k-2.2k, and this one was about 2.6k without my random ramblings.
Once again, I'll update as soon as I can, considering the major lack of TatsukixChizuru fan fictions, and the fact that this story is turning out to be really fun to write.
Reviews would be appreciated.
'Till next week
-Dak
