So this is the beginning of the story, and how it began really. Please rate and review, its my 1st story!
Chapter one
New Arrival
6 years ago…
Yuki made her way down the long, wide corridor of her grandfather Yamamoto's residence, whilst doing so; she carefully admired the beautifully carved patterns in the oak wooden panels that ran along the walls and the skirting boards. She had never seen such stunning craftsmanship, the colours of red and gold silks that made up the curtains and the upholstery shimmered in the sun, and to her it was like looking into a smouldering fire everywhere she turned.
Yuki was rather a refined girl. She had quite exquisite taste for saying she was the equivalent age of an eleven year old in human years. She had just taken it for granted that it was born into her. As soul reapers age differently she wasn't sure exactly how old she was but she thought she was at least 300 years old. She was lucky to say the least; she had been plucked out of poverty in the rukon district to come and live in high grandness in the seireitei.
Although she was eager to find out about what would happen during the next stage of her life, she couldn't help the feeling of loss. She had left the only companions in the rukon district for this, she couldn't help wonder, was it worth it?
The person whom she would miss the most was of course her best friend and possible life support, Rukia-chan.
Flashback xxxxxx
The two of them met when Yuki was the cute young age of eight, and Rukia wasn't trailing far behind at the age of seven. They spent the better part of their days playing in the large open fields and in old abandoned shacks where they stored their "treasures," that they had stolen, this consisted of several brightly painted clay bowls and pots, these could surely be sold for a reasonable amount of money, a small stash of low value coins and Yuki's favourite item, an exquisite ladies' fine tooth comb, the handle in the shape of a lily. Rukia had picked it up after she had inconspicuously followed a richer lady who had been passing through the area. Rukia had hoped to attempt her first pickpocket, but what the lady accidentally dropped, was worth far more than she would get from a single pickpocket, or in this case, handbag pocket. She picked it up and brushed the dust away from it revealing the prize she had uncovered. She ran as fast as her small legs could carry her, she ran straight to Yuki to show her the loot. Yuki, using her "expert knowledge", valued the item to be at least five thousand; this would probably fetch more on the black market. This just one of the exciting escapades that happened on a daily basis.
Yuki soon discovered that the two of them became to be inseparable.
But it wasn't all fun and games, most days, items didn't fall out of ladies' pockets or reveal themselves in a clump of dirt, they often had to pull scams and steal food and money out of unsuspecting victims (general citizens) in order to survive. They also found out that they were also talented pickpockets. It was a tough life, they were in constant fear of being caught in the act of stealing, and they never knew where their next meal was coming from.
Despite of this however, Yuki loved it. She loved being free, she had no rules and boundaries, no parents to tell her what to do or who she was allowed to talk to. Oh, how she had hated the way her parents had made her behave when she was alive. "Little Girls should be seen not heard", her father would often say, or another personal favourite of his, "Sit up, Yuki! Do not slouch!" Her Otosan was the disciplinarian in the family and made sure that she knew how to act like a lady. She had to endure hours of private teaching from her sensei, practising fine dining techniques and walking straight whilst balancing a heavy encyclopaedia on her head.
Her Okasan on the other hand was much softer; she would often relieve Yuki of her teachings and would take her outside for a much needed breath of fresh air. This, much to Yuki's disappointment, was about the extent of her softness as she too agreed that her daughter should act the way her social status is, the only daughter of the noble Lord Yamamoto, one of the four noble clans.
It was behind her though, she now had the best friend a young girl could have, she knew Rukia would always watch her back and would always be there for her, no matter what happened.
Then they met Renji-san. He proved to be a worthwhile addition to the duo, thus making it a much better trio. They now found it easier to cheat their way to survive; there was more distraction from Yuki and Renji whilst Rukia stole a pot of clean water or a jar of peaches.
For three years she lived this way, she loved every second of it.
When she came to the soul society, she knew that even as a soul she was a noble. She had never revealed her last name, she was unsure of what would happen if people knew there was a Yamamoto noble scrounging around in the worst slums of the rukon district.
When she hit eleven, she did just that, and "sealed her fate" as it were.
"What's you're last name?" asked Rukia bravely.
"Nase" Yuki replied brashly,
"I-I just wondered, you have never mentioned it before and I was curious!" Rukia said quickly.
She looked back into Rukia-chan's deep blue eyes. Despite her better judgement, she conceded. She did trust Rukia-chan after all.
"Ok, but promise you won't say anything to anyone?"
Rukia nodded her head in mutual agreement.
"Y-Yamamoto, Yamamoto desu" she reluctantly admitted.
Rukia was confronted with the feeling of shock and awe. How cool was it that a noble was sitting opposite her?! However it did mean that if she were found out, she would undoubtedly be taken away to live with her noble family. This deeply worried Rukia, for how long would they be together? She didn't have much time to dwell on this as Renji-kun briskly walked into the room. Instantly noticing the melancholy on the girls' faces, he sat down in between them and started firing questions.
"What's up, Rukia-chan?" asked renji.
He turned to Yuki.
"Yuki-chan? You look awfully depressed, is something on your mind?" continued Renji.
Neither of the girls said anything. They just continued to stare at the floor, deep in thought.
"You know it's awfully unattractive of you both to have your bottom lips dragging on the floor" mocked renji.
At that, the girls' snapped out of their melancholy ways in just enough time to smack him over the head, he wasn't going to get away easily with comment like that!
It was neither renji-kun nor Rukia-chan who blew her cover, nor was it any of the other children who she hung about with.
No, it was a boy about the same age as Yuki, who was a particularly mean bully. He resented Yuki for the things she had, friends, treasures, and the uncanny ability to wrap most people around her finger, which she also inherited from her Okasan as well as the knowledge of fine taste.
He unfortunately overheard their conversation and decided to relay the message to whomever he past in the street, thinking this was a perfect way to get back at her.
The news spread like wild fire in the Australian bush. Before long the butcher's sister's daughter's husband's mother's cat knew. After only two days of this, she was confronted by two shinigami. They then took her to her new life.
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Yuki finally reached the end of the corridor; she met the end of it with a large wooden door that fit in with the rest of the décor. Carved into the wood was the sign of the squad, a large -, ichi, showing that this was the squad captains barracks and private abode.
She lifter her hand up to knock on the door, when the double doors opened spontaneously, away from her, revealing her grandfather's study.
"Come in please Yamamoto-san" he asked in a firm yet somewhat caring voice.
Yuki did as she was told and stepped into the room. As if by magic, the double doors closed themselves behind her with nobody manning them.
"A bit more please, don't be shy" continued her grandfather.
Again she followed orders; she walked all the way into the study until she was in the dead centre of the room. As her grandfather stepped to face opposite her, she quickly knelt to the ground. She put her head down to the ground, her waist-length blonde hair spreading over her slender back like a veil.
"Arigato gozaimasu!" she muffled from the ground.
Her grandfather did something quite unexpected, as she lifted her head she saw that he in turn bowed to her.
The confused look on her face leads him to explain…
"Don't worry my child, you are noble too, you need not bow down to anyone anymore" he replied.
She slowly rose to her feet, as she did so she couldn't help but examine the room. She had expected a much grander room than this, compared to the long corridor, this room was immaterial, it had a simple design, but it was effective. She could clearly see her grandfather's clever use of space as he had designed a two tier room with five steps leading down into a well stocked library. Behind the myriad of books she saw a large glass fish tank that ran along the back wall in the shape of a crescent.
As she did think, her grandfather started to walk around her, observing her. This made her rather anxious; she had never been put on the spotlight like this before, and hadn't seen this man in centuries (shinigami years). After two full circles he stopped in his original place.
He smiled and simply said,
"I haven't seen you since you were ye high" he said whilst indicating to his knee.
Yuki smiled in return and wracked her brain to see if she could remember him at that very young age.
"You have the beauty of your mother, Kichiya, my only daughter" he said he sounded on the brink of tears, though Yuki found this hard to believe, that he would cry so easily.
It was true though, she had inherited her mother's large, deep, green eyes, and her father's small nose.
One thing odd about her is her hair though. Both her parents are blonde, so it is expected that she follows suit and has blond hair due to DNA. However one thing not expected what that the ends of her hair about ¾ down are white. Snow white in fact.
Her parents had taken her to the doctors when her hair had grown long enough to show this, as they were worried a chronicle illness might have caused it.
She's fine they had assured them, it's a simple genetic mutation.
He had remembered it so clearly.
"I'm so glad I found you" he said as he returned to his desk.
"I now have my granddaughter, and an heir to the noble title.