"It ain't my fault if Yachiru trashed the place, and I ain't gonna pay for the clean up!" Zaraki bellowed as he walked by my hiding place. I pressed myself back against the wall and slid down, deciding I was going to stay behind my corner until my chances of re-dying weren't skyrocketing.
Why did I end up in the eleventh? Given, it was better than the twelfth, but how was I supposed to explain why I knew virtually every name and place of the Seireitei if I had randomly appeared INSIDE the walls without going through the academy.
"Are you lost?" A voice sneered and was quite taunting, as if flaunting the fact that I was about to die. Or something to that respect anyway.
He was a lot taller from where I was sitting.
Nnoritora Jiruga to my left with Santa Teresa arching over my head? Wonderful.
Grimmjow Jeaggerjaques to my right and blocking the most isolated escape rout away from the eleventh? Peachy.
"Not exactly," I cringed.
"Then who-,"
"Uh, Nnoritora?" Grimmjow peered into my face, "She's not much older than Yachiru."
"Damn." Santa Teresa tilted enough to let one of my wings slide out from between it and the wall, and I was off.
"Oi! Kid!" I didn't stop. I was definitely going faster than shunpo. Probably even faster than Yoruichi.
And then there was that wall. The wall that loomed out of nowhere.
The wall that I hit and bounced back over twenty feet, just brushing both Espada's arms.
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It was that stupid stupid wall that started everything.
