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Her Academy years finally behind her, the dark haired girl smiled with intense glee on the day of her graduation. Now sporting the dark uniform that she had so long dreamt of wearing, rather than the white and red trimmed "track suit" that she so despised, she took in a breath of air, which now smelt somewhat different all of a sudden…perhaps of happiness because of her promotion, or maybe even cherries?

Squinting slightly, the girl glared up to the bright blue expanse of sky above her with excitement, which seemed to make the radiance of the sun to shine even brighter than usual.

The red of a ribbon fluttered slightly from a soft breeze that served to cool—if even only temporarily—her milky white skin in its gentle caress. With a soft sigh, she combed her rebellious flowing hair with her fingers and tied it into a ponytail using the ribbon, and was quite happy with the results. Her bright orange-amber eyes scanned the area and the other newly graduated Shinigami, then darted them back toward the less populated area heading towards the Senkaimon.

The gate to the real world, which Shinigami of past and present had taken on their missions to perform Konso or "Soul Burials", and never ending fight against evil spirits such as Hollows. It didn't take much for the girl to get sucked into differing scenarios of her missions, like saving countless plusses, or maybe even killing a Menos Grande! Smirking devilishly, she quietly began her casual walk towards the spirit gate, that is, until a firm grasp planted itself on her shoulders.

"Where do you thinkyou're going…?" The gruff voice questioned her motives from behind her, which as luck would have it, proved it difficult for the man to see her face wracked with surprised guilt. Of course, turning around to face her interrogator gave more than ample time for her to change to an 'innocent' smile. Before her stood the largest forehead she's ever seen, which happened to be attached to a heavily tattooed and red haired man. "What are you staring at?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"N-nothing, Lieutenant Abar-"

"Yeah, yeah, that's enough pleasantries." he quickly brushed aside her attempt at being polite. Scratching his head, Renji closely observed the smaller girl in front of him, as if searching for an answer for his previous question somewhere on her face. "You're supposed to be reporting to Captain Kuchiki at Squad six headquarters…" he instructed the girl, knowing full well of her history and attitude from a mix of reports and first hand accounts from instructors. "…and I don't care even if you are third seat. If you try any nonsense with me, I'm kicking your ass, and even if I'm not around, I'll find you, then kick your ass…got it?" She reluctantly held her tongue from any outbursts for now, and silently nodded her head toward the man. Stepping to the side, the girl calmly walked toward her objective, as commanded by her Vice Captain.

But of course, as she walked away from the hawk-like eyes of Renji Abarai, there was no way she could hold back her deviant smirk for long. Senna knew that he couldn't keep his eye on her all the time…

Memories of that Somebody

Written by: Typewriterman

This definitely was a new development for her. In fact, she had no idea anything of this magnitude had been available under her nose all this time. Her membership to this group was quite surprising, even more so than her given an actual rank in the Gotei thirteen upon her graduation from the academy. It was an intimidating process to register with Squad six, although a certain red haired man had already done most of the paperwork, leaving really only ceremony and an introduction to the daily Squad events. This group however, couldn't be more different than what she had to learn day to day for the past week from fellow squad members.

Unlike the regular Shinigami forces, the group she was just inducted to, crossed over the barriers and restrictions of the Squad system, united by a single common ideal amongst them. And from where she sat at the table, Senna felt at home amongst her peers, and they too, she confidently felt, could say the same about her. Not paying attention to the scene around her, the dark haired girl had no chance to hear the stifled giggles approach her, as a blur of pink suddenly zoomed past, sending Senna backwards in surprise. "Hey there, 'Newbie', what chu' thinking about?"

With childish glee and a disarmingly innocent attitude, the small pink haired girl looked down to the floor from where she stood on the table, giggling at the other girl's unfortunate fall. Her head still slightly jumbled from the crash, Senna shook her head quickly as the giggling continued. "President, please refrain from such childish behavior!" A stern voice suddenly chided. Reactively sitting up, peeking just over the edge of the table, Senna looked about the room until her eyes rested upon a bespectacled woman, whose own dark hair was tied in a professional bun.

An air of professionalism swirled about the woman like her own reiatsu, to which the small pink haired child-girl hesitantly obeyed. "Okey dokey!" she cutely chirped, and scampered delightfully to the front of the room, where at the head of the table she jumped into her own seat.

Without saying anything further, the bespectacled woman sighed and walked after the small girl, leaving Senna to reseat herself at the table. "Don't worry about Lieutenant Kusajishi," a young blonde woman sitting next to her smiled. "Hey, I'm Kiyone." she introduced herself.

'Hi…Senna." she returned her own introduction. After exchanging a few tidbits of information between them, both Senna and Kiyone turned to face the front, where the two club officers began their meeting. 'The Shinigami Women's Association, huh?' She couldn't help but smile as well.

"Now, today's urgent priority…" one blonde haired woman spoke out from her seat near the pink haired girl and the professional woman were. Senna's eye flinched just slightly at her appearance and choice of dress; the pink scarf was really cute, but to say that the woman was well endowed, was akin to saying that the ocean was damp. "We need new pictures for next year's calendar. I'm thinking between a topless Ukitake or maybe a pairing? How about Hisagi and…"

'T-topless Captain Ukitake…?' Senna blushed at the thought of it. 'This is my kind of club!'

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She sat in seiza just before the mat, nerved by the dimmed lights of the large room. She had never been in the Kuchiki manor before, nor would she expect to ever return again. It was pretty doubtful that her captain wanted to have tea and snacks. In fact, Senna hadn't really met Captain Kuchiki even when she went to report at the Sixth Division Headquarters. He had been gone for a personal meeting having to do with family affairs. Really, the only reason that she thought of to be invited to a noble's home, and more importantly, her captain's home, was something important to be discussed. Most likely, it was something clandestine…

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The sun was beginning to set on Soul Society, as Senna finally managed to get back to her room. Haven just returned from her Association meeting, she was in amazingly great spirits. Though dim as it was, she immediately noticed the piece of parchment settled on her desk. The Sixth Division's seal was prominently printed on the rolled up message, meaning that there was no one else it could be from. "A message…from Captain Byakuya?" she asked out loud, and opened up the paper.

As soon as you receive this, proceed to the Kuchiki Manor

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Her reminiscing was cut short as she heard the dragging of wood from the sliding paper door in front of her. Though not dressed in his normal Shinigami shihakusho and white Captain's haori, Byakuya Kuchiki was garbed in the silky robes of an Aristocrat. Actually, his hair was still parted as it usually was in the Sereitei by his kenseikan headpiece, though he was not wearing his familiar white scarf. Without saying a word, a flanked by two nameless men—most likely servants—he calmly walked across the heightened wooden platform until he kneeled into a perfect seiza a few feet from her. With a single nod, the two men on his flanks backed away from the room, leaving the two of them alone in the dimly lit area to discuss their matters privately.

"Senna Sayuri…" the nobleman began, his face was calm and austere as she had always remembered it. "I will get straight to the point." He continued without hesitance, "You must know of another Shinigami, who had just gone off to patrol in the Living World. As a seated officer of my division, I have a mission for you."

"A…mission…Captain Kuchiki…?" she asked back.

"She is an important member of the Kuchiki Household, and failure of this mission will have dire consequences on your part…" he said in a grim tone. Senna could only gulp as his intimidating glare only seemed to worsen as time went on. "I want you to…follow Rukia Kuchiki…"

Next Chapter "Preview"

'The Senkaimon...' She gasped at the magnificence of the large spiritual gate. Fluttering about her, the dark Hell Butterfly beat its wings until it pressed against the door, and opened it as a blinding light escaped from the crack. "Captain Kuchiki...about this mission..." Senna began with nervousness in her voice.

"Don't tell Lieutenant Abarai..." the stoic looking captain said simply.

"Huh?"

"Lieutenant Abarai doesn't know about this mission..."

"Uh...ok..." she slouched at his suddenly intimidating glare.

Shinigami Cup!!!

...Golden...

"So Rangiku-chan, how do you propose to catch Ukitake-taicho topless!?"

"Hmmm...I haven't really thought about it, Kiyone-chan..."

"But it's a really good idea, since it's almost impossible to get Hisagi-kun to do something 'Bleep' "

"I agree...but since he likes to drink, it should be easier to do than one would think..."

"..."

"...Kuchiki...taicho...?"

"What are you doing here...Kuchiki-taicho?"

"I'm sitting in for both my sister, and my third seat, Senna Sayuri..."

"Why do I get the feeling that this won't be the last time he'll do this...?"