A/N- I wonder if my chapters are too short? I tend to like ending them where there is a cliffhanger or dramatic moment. I typed about half of this before publishing the first chapter. ANYWAY.. Read and review please! Flamers get extra cookies!
Really strange thing, I was just reading some random fanfics, and I see a OC called Amaya Kuchiki and then one called Yuki Tsukino. I was all like: "…. No wayyy!!!! T-T"
Spoilers- A few spoilers in this chapter about Yumichika.
Disclaimer- I do not own Bleach, if I did, the anime wouldn't have so many filler eps. [Saidou Eikichi also is not an OC, He's in episode 8 for the majority of people that do not remember him]
Edit- Some OOCness with Ikkaku, thanks to Ying for catching it ^^
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Heartsong – Chapter 2
Ikkaku, despite his fiery temper, seemed taken back. His puny brain never saw that coming did it?
"Well that's too bad! You just have to get over it neh?" He walked over, patting me hard on the back with his large hand.
… Puny brain? No. Does he have a brain at ALL?
The person next to me shifted around uncomfortably after hearing my cold reply and then his partner's boisterous reaction. I guess he was ashamed of his partner for his lack of respect, although Ikkaku was, in reality, my superior.
An awkward silence passed, everyone in the room either not daring, or not caring to break it. The blue shape next to me softened in texture.
"I'm-…"
"Don't." I was still fuming in my head over Ikkaku's behavior.
Idiots can't be helped. Actually, none of the eleventh squad monkeys can.
He seemed to understand how I felt, working up something else to say in his head.
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Wait what? Did an eleventh squad member just understand me?
Narrowing my eyes, I noticed there was something strange about the guy next to me. He was lacking in all the characteristics of a normal *scratch that, average* eleventh squad member. He didn't smell like he was covered in sweat, rather he smelled… like he cared about hygiene? What's more, he actually had something called patience. All the eleventh division shinigami I've met thus far didn't even know what the word meant. There was something else too… Something majorly off about him that distinguished him from the others, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Either way he couldn't be from the eleventh squad. Maybe he was just friends with Ikkaku?
Only one way to find out.
"Who are you?" My voice regaining its innocent touch.
Both men brightened at the change of topic.
"Yumichika Ayasegawa, eleventh squad, fifth seat." The blue silhouette replied with a touch of relief in his voice.
Fifth squad, no wonder… No wait, he said fifth seat. Of… E-eh??? But that couldn't be! I opened my mouth to protest— Crash! Something large fell down somewhere down the hall, near the entrance area.
I rolled my eyes: What kind of fool could trigger that loud a noise here, in the fourth division? Nothing around the entrance area was big enough to topple over, so most likely some drunk bastard knocked down a wall or two.
Drunk… drunk…Oh no….
Ikkaku and Yumichika must have been thinking the same exact thing. They shunpoed out of the room in a flash.
As they left, I started to notice something very obvious about this Yumichika person that should've clicked in earlier. His silhouette was blue, meaning he had a kido-based zanpakuto. But nobody in the eleventh squad—
Hanatarou barged into the room, where I was still sitting, lost in thought. But his presence made me look up immediately. His silhouette was quivering with worry like it usually did.
"Amaya-chan! Your still alive!" Whatever made you think that? Maybe because I'm still breathing.. Oh! I know, it's because I can still move!
"Y-yea…" Despite my sarcastic brain scolding him, I still found the humor in my friend's words. His silhouette solidified a little as he released a pent up breath of relief.
"I thought they," I assumed he gestured at the beds, "Escaped and hurt you!"
"E-eh? I'm not that weak Hana-kun!" I smiled genuinely, lifting up my arm to pretend to flex my biceps.
Hanataro laughed softly, releasing a feeling of familiarity to wash over me, freeing me from the strain of the day. I hadn't even realized how tense I was earlier, talking to two of the strongest fighters in the eleventh squad…
Which reminded me to ask Hanataro something. "Hana-kun, did you see the two ranked officers that were here just now?"
"I saw them shunpoing out, why?"
"What did you think of them?"
His silhouette made a strange rippled motion. He was uncomfortable with talking about them. I bit my lip, quickly switching my question to something more casual: "I mean, what do they look like?"
"Huh?"
"D-do they look cool or anything?"
"Oh! Well, Ikkaku-san is just a little bit taller than Unohana-taicho, and he's—bald. B-but don't tell him I told you! He hates it when people mention it!"
My laugh was suppressed into an amused smile. That must be the one thing that really pisses him off. It was just like calling Hitsugaya-taicho short, or something like that. It was too bad that I can't tell these details in their silhouette. The only thing I can figure out is their emotions. Seeing was so much more useful! Hanataro once told me that he could tell how I was feeling due to something called "facial expressions"…
"Yumichika-san on the other hand, well he looks kind of weird."
"Ohhhh! Tell me, tell me!" Did he have a squashed nose like Omaeda fuku-taicho? Or maybe, he had green hair!
"He looks a lot like a girl… with the long eyelashes and long blueish hair…"
"Eh?" That isn't so strange…
"…And he had feather like things sticking out from his eyelids that are red and yellow!"
"Wha? Why would he have those?"
Hanataro shrugged, he didn't know either. "Knowing him, it's probably his fashion sense." Well whatever sense it was, it was off.
I made a thoughtful expression, then told Hanataro what was on my mind.
"You know, Yumichika doesn't act like a –" A scream pierced the fourth squad building.
*Insert curse word of choice here* I swear everyone is trying to stop me from saying what I need to say.
Hanataro stood up shocked, running out of the room towards the noise. But my conscience had long since reached the person that Ikkaku was chasing. If anyone got in his way, Ikkaku may just hurt them as well.
"Wait, Hana-kun!" I shouted, but he ignored me.
I followed his fast-moving silhouette immediately trying to grab on to a sleeve of his shinigami uniform, which proved to be a mistake. My arm just passed the door towards him, when my head smashed into the doorframe.
It would be incorrect to say that I saw stars, because I really didn't, but the pain erupting from my nose overcame all of my senses, making me dizzy. My sightless eyes watered slightly, the tears soaked up by the fabric around my head. I gripped my nose, trying to remember a kido spell that could be used to sooth pain, but at the moment, all I could think of was the pain.
I was grateful that Hanataro couldn't see me in this condition. I was so pathetic. Dragging myself into a corner of the room, I silently waited for the pain to pass. Focusing my thoughts on everything and anything else. My mind lighted upon the rumors that I heard the drunken men discussing earlier today. Believe it or not, I was unintentionally listening.
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"What happened then Saidou?"
"Dunno! For all I know she could've done it with the kid while I was gone.
Laughter.
"Did he even know how to fight?"
"Not at all. Poor dope kept using the same attacks on me with his huge zanpakuto, I bet he didn't even know his sword's name!"
More laughter.
"Poor princess, and at one point in time I actually had a crush on her!"
"Who are you kidding? Touch her and her brother would've finished you off!"
"Oh yea, stupid overprotective taicho, I bet he actually has a crush on her. That'd probably be the real reason why he adopted her."
"No way! He has to be gay, his hair is just like a girl's. It even looks like he uses some sort of girl shampoo."
Some chuckles.
"Hey look, Eikichi, he even has a twin!"
"No way, maybe that's his second adopted daughter! Oh and her boyfriend!"
"No… it has to be his twin! Just ask her!"
"You ask her!"
"No you!"
"Fine, fine…. Hey kids, what are you two doing here?"
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The pain ebbed slowly… until it finally disappeared, along with all other feelings and thoughts.
A dark blue silhouette raced into the corner of my eye just before I passed out.
She didn't attend dinner. She wasn't in her quarters. She wasn't in the room that he'd last saw her. Where the hell could she have gone?!?!
Hanataro tried to calm himself. His agitated movements were earning him weird glances from his fellow shinigami. Unohana-taicho had even asked for him to settle down. If he kept up his restless pacing the injured shinigami wouldn't get any rest. Even the taicho hadn't seemed to notice Amaya-chan's sudden disappearance.
Turning a corner, he ran headfirst into the silver-haired fuku-taicho.
"Oww!!" They both muttered as they collided into each other. A lieutenant's badge clattered on the floor loudly.
"Hanataro-kun! Are you okay?" Isane asked concerned. She reached for the badge that she had dropped.
"I-I'm so sorry!" Hanataro stuttered, grabbing the badge that was at his feet, handing it to the lieutenant.
Isane took the badge and strapped it onto her arm. Watching Hanataro hurrying past her, she quickly grabbed his sleeve. "Is there something that I can help you with?"
"Huh?" Hanataro looked thoroughly confused, with a hit of anxiety in his blue eyes. "N-no…" He turned away.
But she followed him. "There has to be something bothering you!"
Hanataro kept his pace, if not quickening it. He looked down, searching for something to say, eyebrows furrowed in thought. For as long as Isane has known him, he hadn't ever acted this apprehensive. He shifted his head left and right as they passed some rooms.
"What are you searching for?" He must have lost something. "I can help you find it if you need help." Isane tried to ask supportively.
"I'm f-fine Isane fuku-taicho!" He answered nervously. "Aren't you supposed to help out Unohana taicho? P-please don't bother with me anymore!"
"It's okay, Unohana taicho has already handled the sick patient, or are you implying that I'm bothering you?"
"N-no!"
Hanataro's attention immediately left the fuku-taicho as they reached another set of rooms.
Isane's eyes followed Hanataro's every movement, trying to figure out what he was looking for. Wasn't there a girl that usually helped him out whenever he lost his zanpakuto? Fourth seat Amaya Tsukino? Where was she right now?
"Where's Amaya-kun? Doesn't she usually help you whenever you lose something?"
Hanataro froze. "That's just the problem!" His fearful blue eyes locked onto her soft gray ones. "I…. I can't find her!"