Kira downed another cup of sake, relaxing after a long day's work. Hisagi, Matsumoto, and Iba sat around him, Matsumoto already beyond drunk, Iba tipsy, and Hisagi trying to maintain order.
"I don't know why Hitsugaya-taicho had to put me in charge of training the Academy graduates." Matsumoto wined. "It's not like any of them are really good. They just stand around trying to impress the rest of us."
"Squad 9 has seen a rise in recruits. It's good to know things are beginning to return to normal now that Aizen has been defeated." Hisagi said, trying to snatch Matsumoto's fourth bottle of sake away from her, only to be beaten by Iba, who downed it himself.
"Not so with Squad 3, but there was a promising candidate in the mix. Her name is Akiko Kimura. She even requested Squad 3 personally. I wonder why."
"Maybe she likes you!" Matsumoto teased. Iba laughed.
"I wouldn't worry about it too much, Kira." Iba added. "When fortune knocks, don't question it. Just open the door."
"You're right." He still couldn't shake the feeling he'd met Kimura before, though. Maybe the rumors about her were true. Maybe she had been in the Academy before and they'd met there. He shook his head. No. He'd remember that. It must have been even earlier. He shrugged, downing another cup. Like Iba said, why not just open the door to a star student like Kimura?
Kimura pushed open the library doors. Everyone was out partying, and only the most depressingly devoted trainees would be in the library. She could handle them with a simple lie if they became too curious. She crept to the back of the building, past general files into the secret. To the average person, it would merely look like they had stumbled into an old part of the library and turn back, but she knew better. She pressed the spine of A History of Soul Society, making another book spin and click open, revealing a key slot. She pulled out the pass she'd stolen from Lieutenant Yachiru. The squirt had never been too clever or organized, so stealing it had been easy. The back wall of books slid open with a well oiled ease. She could tell it'd been used recently. A lot. She slipped in, the shelves closing behind her without the slightest whisper. This room was the only place where you could access restricted files except for Squad 12's main computer, and there was no way she would try to slip past Mayuri, or join his squad. She didn't want to die. Especially not the way he made you die. The computer buzzed to life the moment it registered her reiatsu. It had entered long before she'd started her mission.
Within seconds she'd accessed all the files she'd need. She slid a tiny device onto the panel, instantly erasing her presence from the computer's memory. She smiled. The Soul Society would provide everything for its undoing. She left as quietly as she'd come. Squad 12 would be working for weeks just to figure out how she'd left without a trace, let alone what she'd accessed. By then, everything would be over.
Still don't know how to put notes on here, so here it is: Please review! This is my first fanfic, and I am always looking to make it better. Thank you.