I gazed up at the doors that blocked the Elevebth Divison barracks from the rest of the Serretti. Mei and the others surrounded me, and together we all listened at the noises that floated down over the walls. Yells, and the sounds of crashing swords mostly. Tanaka was the first one of our group to square his shoulders and step foreward. Switching my gaze to him I blinked as he moved to approach the gates. He's doing what I swore to do. Silently I marvled at the man who I barely knew. He was moving foreward stepping up to the challenge, not because he liked the idea but because it was his duty. Slowly I too stepped foreward and walked beside him. He glanced down at me, and I smiled nervously. He grinned, "Together?" I nodded, and as one we reached up and knocked.
The gates creeked open as though they were rusty from disuse, and I twitched at the messiness that lay before me. Men and sake bottles were scattered every where like the leave of fall- except not as colorful. Some of the Men on the ground were wounded, others merely unconscious. Even more men were sparring. As the six of us beakers walked through the gateway many stopped what they were doing to gaze at us. A murmur speed through the men, they probably weren't actually expecting us, or has bet that we wouldn't come at all. Based on the expressions of some I was pretty sure it was the latter that held more truth. "WHY HAS EVERYONE STOPPED FIGHTING?" a loud voice growled, the men parted but even that wasn't necessary in order for me to see Zaraki Kenpachi- leader of eleventh division and possibly one of he strongest men in the entire Soul Society. He was tall and broad, his spiky hair with it's bells plus the eye patch and the scars that lined his body added to his dominating figure. I would learn later after a bit of observance that he made other men see dainty and small whever they were in his presence- but at this moment the only thing I could do was stare. I had seen him several time far off but never this close and never in his own territory. Mei or someone behind me let out a near silent whimper of fright. "What're you people doing here? Yah here to fight?" Kenpachi looked down at us, resting his chipped blade on his shoulder the edge towards the sky. "Ken-chan!" the pink haired child that suddenly appeared on Kenpachi's shoulder could only be his fukitaichou, Yachirru. "Those guys are the healers cuz Katsu Baka got us kicked outta fourth division, remember?" Kenpachi snorted, "right. If you lot can't deal with it here leave. I don't have time for weaklings and complainers." Mari let out a small squeak, while I kept my gaze steadily on his swords, the feeling of needing to be on my guard had sat strongly in my stomach the moment I had entered this division. Kenpachi either didn't see or ignored me eyeing his zanpakto, and he turned and left, leaving a man with feathers on his eyelashes to show us to our new rooms. I was one of the last people in my group that was givven a room. Closeing the door behind me I liked around, and almost felt happy. It was bigger than my room in fourth divison, and the walls were painted a soft blue, it was easy and relaxing. I unpacked what little I'd brought then took out the healing slave and bandages. It was time to get to to work. The first few weeks were the worst, because we had to organize supplies, make sure that the room where we kept the badly wounded was clean, and other things. For awhile we had the help of Yumichika or Ikkaku, but after the first week the two seated officers were no where to be found. We began to officially see anyone wounded person after we'd finished setting up and making sure everything was secure and able to be locked away. We began seeing to injuries after the first three or four days. By the end of the second week Mei had left. She hadn't really gotten past her fear of blood, or course it hadn't helped that the first guy she had ever treated had been on the verge of loosing an arm. It wasn't long after that that another one of the pRty left after he couldn't keep his mouth closed, and had been throughly beaten by most of eleventh division. Already two of the six were gone. The end of another long day came and I quietly sat in my room drinking a cup of relaxing tea, and pondering the reasons why I had been sent here. According to what Satou had told me Unahana Taichou hadn't just picked us at random. "what are you talking about?" Tanaka had asked his brow furrowed in confusion. It was just us healers as we sat in the mess hall eating lunch. "well think about it- Mari had a blood phobia, and Atobou has never been able to keep that large mouth of his shut. So where would you send people if you knew a place where you have them exposed to and overcome their fears?" Tanaka had a blank expression on his face then gradually began to nod. "I wonder what she sent us here for?" Shaking my head I stood and changed into my sleeping kimono. Not long after I laid down sleep dragged me into oblivion... I was in a bamboo forest running with a smile.'"hurry!" a light voice called. " wait up!" I returned laughing. "common Ami!" I tried to get closer to the person but they only managed to get further away. I realized that he world was shaking and another voice was calling me."Ami-chan!" I opened sleep dazed eyes, and saw a worried looking Yumichik looking down at me. "wha is it?" I asked groggily sitting up. "he says he won't see anybody, but he needs to be healed." his voice was laced with concern and panic. "who?" "Kenpachi..." Quickly I walked down the halls, following Yumichika as he lead me to his captain's room along the way we passed many of the men of eleventh division. Worried frowns lined their faces and I finally felt like I was on familiar ground with them. Yumichika walked to a door and nodded. Returning the nod I walked in, mentally prepareing myself for my first close up and personal encounter with Zaraki Kenpachi. The man sat on the cool floor varying degrees of wounds across his torso. Manicle eyes looked up and watched my expression as I gauged what I should do. Nervously I walked over to the man and knelt beside him. Already his uniform had been removed from the waist up. I silently tended his wounds first cleaning them, mentally marveling at the amount of dirt within. One of his large hands twitched and I fought down the habit of moving away. "Do I frighten you girl?" his voice was a grateing whisper as though he'd been yelling. Mutely I shook my head, it was true I wasn't afraid so much of who he was, but of what the man could do. He snorted, and for the remainder of the treatment was silent. The effort I'd taken into healing the Captain exhausted me. The healing kidos I used were effective and doubtless the man would be fighting again by tomorrow morning. When finished I stood, bowed, then stumbbled out of the room. ~Yumichika's PoV~ I watched the plain looking girl,Ami, stumbble out of he taichou's room, her face grey- from what I was unsure. She walked unsteadily past me and down the hall. As she turned the corner i walked in, and blinked in shock. Gone were the wounds that had stained the floor moments ago. Already the worst had healed while the lesser wounds had been bandaged. Kenpachi was looking at his body, a grin on his face. "Good job. Not bad" "is there anything else I can do Taichou?" "Who's the girl?" "Ami, a plain unbeautiful name." ~Ami PoV~ Life the next morning was hell. The draining of my powers to heal Zaraki Kenpachi took a toll on me, it was one big hangover. When Ikkaku popped his shaved head into the healing room, I knew at once I was descending very quickly past the point of no return. "You are all being called to the training grounds." Tanaka and the others faces paled. I'm almost certain mine did too, we were all going the die.