Okay, second try at this story. Here goes nothing!
Warning to all: The story itself is rated T, but the first little section of only this chapter contains violence, abuse and foul language. So if you don't like it, skip the first part. It should still makes sense. It's an important part of the plot, but my character refers to it several times. Not yet though.
In case you're thinking that the main is a self insertion because of my author's name, forget it. She's not, complete opposite of me almost, and I'm not exactly. . . . well, you'll see.
Hitsugaya: See what? That your story sucks?
Kana: I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!!!!
Hitsugaya: Oi, you can't swear.
Kana: Actually, I can. This is rated T for a reason. Hopefully I don't have to change it to M though.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned something, but then I'd be important. Who wants that?
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"WEAK!"
I cried.
"Pathetic little fool!"
My sobs grew louder.
"Did you really think you could escape me you little slut!?!"
My back hit the wall with a sickening crack, blood filling my mouth.
"You are here to pay for whatever you did when you were alive! That's why you're here! If you want to escape, then don't sin!"
My ribs broke, and the blood in my mouth sprayed out as his fist connected with my stomach.
'It hurts.'
'It hurts.'
The crack of a whip.
'I don't want to be weak.'
A crate broke upon my impact.
;No.'
A scream.
'Please. Save me.'
My thoughts were futile. No one would save me. And I wasn't strong enough to save myself. I cursed my eyes, over and over again, as I laid weeping in a pool of blood. My blood.
"Run! It's coming!"
"Fire!"
Screams and cries of fear entered my fuzzy mind, but I could care less. The pain in my seven year old body became too much for me to bear. Blackness consumed me, and I welcomed it. My only salvation.
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Wake. . .
The voices were powerful and proud, one feminine, the other masculine.
'What?'
She. . . must. . . now.
Like some sort of feline.
'Who. . . '
. . . pup. . . Wake.
But more like a canine.
I opened my eyes, a useless thought, only to see a forest, dead and burning. I sat up quickly.
'It feels. . . . so dead. But. . . healthy'
. . . shouldn't. . .
Calling me.
'Who's there?'
. . . not. . .
Calling me.
'I can't hear you. Both of you, please speak up.'
Y. . . ke up.
Begging.
'But. . . . . I can. . . .'
WAKE UP!
Light consumed me again, and I fell into a pit of white.
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"Look! She awake!"
'Who. . . '
"Poor thing."
"Did you hear? They said she didn't deserve to be in the 80th district. She was an accident, she wasn't supposed to be there."
'I'm. . . an accident?'
"Grey eyes? I haven't seen eyes like that before. . ." the last trailed off as my head lifted slowly, before a hand gently pushed it back down onto a feather soft pillow.
"Hey, don't move too much, you're still recovering." the voice whispered.
My eyes tried despairingly to see what I could not. I could feel someone was there, I knew there were 5 surrounding me, but how I got there, I could never guess. My mind grew confused.
"How?"
"We found you among the ruble after a severe Hollow attacked."
"No, just. . . ." I half-heartedly tried to get him to understand. I gripped my head in pain as memories came flashing back. The pain, being left, screaming, and then-
Nothing.
"Little miss? Are you okay? Does you're head hurt?"
I looked up quickly, banishing my thoughts from my mind. "I-I'm okay. I'm just. . . tired."
"I understand. Don't worry, we're taking you to you're new home now. Nothing will ever happen to you again."
My heart filled with hope, my eyes lifted to the skies, as I took in his promise. My last thought before I drifted off to sleep was the hope that I had in my heart, the first true hope I ever had.
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My messy, collar-bone length, platinum blonde hair blew behind me, the wind playing with my strands. Perched on my shoulder, my little fox, Riku, took in the sight before me. I questioned her, and she replied that a setting sun was almost as beautiful as the moon. I sighed quietly. How she could love a ball of fire and a glowing dish in the sky I would never understand. I'd seen the moon once before, but that was a very long time ago. I barely remember the glowing orb.
I heard my name being called in the distance.
"Kana! Dinner!"
I sighed again, but reminded myself this would be the last one for me here for a long time. My home for a half of my relatively short 120 years. I couldn't be late.
"Coming, Obaa-chan."
I'll come back. It's not like I was leaving forever. Just the shinigami academy.
Remembering the past once again, I thought about my brother. He had become my reason for the academy, despite the fact he only held me back. Granted, he was my adoptive brother, but he refused to let me try out, claiming me to be below standard. Only looking at my disadvantage, he never saw my strengths. But now he's a shinigami, so nothings stopping me. He's too caught up in his duties to visit right now. Thank Sereitei he's gone.
Turning, I ran down the path my feet had memorized long ago, coming to a halt at home, my place of safety and comfort.
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"So that's that, huh?" asked the elderly voice.
I looked towards the elderly lady I'd been living with for untold years. I couldn't really see her, but I smiled slightly, imagining her wrinkled old face as the tears I heard drop the the ground made their way through a maze of wrinkles.
"I'm sorry that I-"
"Don't even think on it, little Kana. You did what you were unable to do before. Do not blame your brother for holding you back. He only did what he thought was right. Remember that, and don't forget to visit!"
I smiled softly, remembering once again that I'd now be living in a completely different world. My only comfort was the little fox resting on my shoulder.
"I'll remember, Obaa-chan."
I turned, then started to walk a familiar path towards the academy, a small bag of possessions in my hands. I remembered to count my steps carefully, avoiding the other souls walking through the streets in the early morning.
'Just 329 steps left until I've reached my new home.'
Remembering my brother, Takai, led me to remember the reason I was becoming a shinigami in the first place. Guilt raged through my body, just remembering I was the cause of the damage not only to my Obaa-chan, but to my neighbors as well. They won't even come around anymore. Personally, I don't see the problem. I don't know how the other kids got hurt. Fire's rarely hurt me.
Sighing once again, I narrowly avoided those out for early shopping. Even through my disability, I discovered a way around it. By putting out tiny fragments of reiatsu, I could sense the presence of others, and even 'see' objects that were made of spirit particles through reiatsu. And since most give off their own reiatsu, I can sense them as well. Though it still wasn't perfected.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, missy!"
"My apologies sir, I wasn't thinking."
I continued my walk guiltily, scolding myself once again on spacing out. I could only be thankful for this being a better town than my original home. But I had no time to dwell on old memories, having already arrived at my destination.
Voices attacked my ears, as there was a mass gathering in front, greeting the first years. All the first years are to receive their schedules and rooms at a front desk. The packet given to all first years will tell us which classes we'll be in, before we head off to be lecture on our responsibilities for the rest of the day. Joy. More lectures.
Sensing each person individually (as each had his own spirit pattern) I noticed one person heading in my direction. Knowing others were coming in at my back, I paid no attention to the person as he moved towards me. I had made more than one mistake thinking the person was coming for me in the past. Instead, I ignored him and went to the tables that had everyone's new schedules and class lists.
"Kimura Kanami." I said in a bored tone to one of the people handing out our packets.
"Kimura Kanami. . . . . . . . Kimura. . . . . Ah! Here's your schedule and map. This is the key to your dormitory, you'll be sharing it with 2 other girls in your class. You'll be in the advanced group."
I heard whispers from others who were behind me, but I ignored them. Not my fault I only look 10. Sometimes I really do curse being young.
Leaving for a secluded corner of the grounds, I held up my information for Riku, pretending to read it as her neck craned over the paper.
'Got it. I'll lead you to your classes until you can memorize them. Your dormitory number is 342. Just ask anyone about that. If they point it out on the map, I'll direct you.'
Sometimes I truly loved her mind-speak ability. Spirit animals are much better than the regular ones. Much.
Nodding, I followed her directions, leaving for the crowded area once more. I moved into a large building where both the dormitories for guys and girls were connected to, only to have the same soul as before walk over towards me.
"Hey! I'm Ootami Ryuusuke! What's your name? I tried to talk to you before, but you just disappeared," said the hyper active and overly chipper soul.
My eyebrow twitched. Great. Yet another flamboyant idiot.
"My sincerest apologies. I forgot most people can't teleport."
"Wow! You can teleport?!"
I felt a severe headache coming on.
"No. It's a good friend of mine called sarcasm."
"Oh."
Good, maybe he'll shut-
"So what's your name again?"
Guess I was wrong.
"Why?"
"Because I think we're in the same class! Advanced first-year, right?"
Who knew. Maybe he wasn't so much of an idiot after all.
"R-really. . ."
"Yep. Anyway, what's your name?"
"Kana."
"Really? No full name?"
He was testing my patience. This was a test. To make sure I was worthy of the advanced class. He couldn't be this stupid.
"No, the rest of it just ran away."
"How does a name do that?"
My headache was getting worse. I wondered if he was just trying to be irritating.
"Sarcasm. Really, do you have a pea for a brain? Wait. Never mind. That's an insult to all peas."
He laughed. The idiot laughed. At himself, of all people.
"Man, you're hilarious aren't you? Well, Ka-chan," My eyebrow twitched at the nickname. "you're my new best friend!"
"What?" My heart filled with fear as he put his arm around my neck.
"You heard me! Man, this is gonna be so much fun!"
I couldn't help it. I grabbed his arm and flipped him. I didn't want to catch 'idiot'. It's a very acute and deadly disease.
"No."
'Kana, We're late. We'll have to hurry to find your dormitory now.'
'I know.'
With that, I turned around and left him lying there on his back. Thank Sereitei he's finally shut up.
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Leaving Ryuusuke in the foyer, I headed to a teacher I had sensed nearby.
"Excuse me, do you know where room 342 is located in the girls dormitories?"
Luckily it was a female voice that answered.
"Yes. Do you have your map?"
"Yes ma'am. Here."
"By the way, nice display over there. I'm sure that the heir of one of the noble court appreciates being tossed on the ground like that."
I raised my eyebrow. "If they're going to let an idiot become a court jester, fine by me. If they're going to let an idiot become a court official, then it's the same. Neither is my business."
I couldn't see the smile on her lips, but I could hear her chuckle.
"Good for you. There are too many around here who kiss up to them. But be careful. After all, you weren't the only one using sarcasm."
Surprised, I turned back, only to remember that it was a futile action. I didn't need to in order to know he had gotten up and walk away. Mixed with the masses, I couldn't make out his voice, nor did I try.
Turning back to the woman, I asked, "Are you a teacher here?"
"Yes. Kidou actually," she paused for thought. "You're in the advanced classes, right? Be careful of the weapons master. He'll push you until you drop and then wipe you up to start again." She smiled, I could tell with the slightly happier tone she began using. "I wouldn't want a little one like you leaving before you could full fill your dreams, neh?"
"I'm prepared, Sensei. And I'm not a child."
"Really. Here's where you're dormitory is located. Good luck, little one."
Scowling, I walked away in the direction Riku pointed to with her small body. While I followed her directions, I thought about my decision to become a shinigami. Was it the right choice? Could I have chosen differently? Should I have?
'Stop here, Kana. Turn to the left. The door is right in front of you, go ahead and knock. There are others inside already. And stop worrying, You make my head hurt.'
Mutely, I obeyed her, and lifted my hand to the door.
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Okay, if you are reading this from my last story, is this a better story so far? Or can you not tell? Anyway, the reason I changed the story was because I had thought up my character, but I didn't really think very far. I thought about how things would fit in the end, but I didn't really imagine what was going on in the academy. So I made some changes here, and hopefully I'll be able to keep with the story. Hopefully as well I'll be able to get more reviewers. I feel unloved. . . .
Hitsugaya: Sure you do. Of course you're not just fishing for reviews. . . . .
Kana: I can't help it! I LIVE for reviews!
Hitsugaya: Then write something good, and they'll review!
Kana: JUST REVIEW!!!!!!!