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Chapter 2
I must have cried myself to sleep because I woke up when the sun shined through my window. I was terribly tired and had a massive headache from all the crying. I slowly rose to my feet with my whole body extremely sore. Sleeping crouched on the floor does not do well for your body. I walked to my bed and flung myself onto it. My soft silky mattress felt wonderful beneath my aching body.
Then suddenly, I heard a knock on my door and immediately sat up. The door open and in came one of the servants who worked in the mansion. When she sighted me, she immediately came to my side with a concerned look and bombarded me with questions.
"Lady Rukia! Are you alright? You don't look well. Can I get you anything? Should I call Byakuya-sama? What should I do?" asked the poor servant.
I cursed in my mind. I was really hoping to be alone. She probably saw my red eyes and dried tear stains on my cheeks. I probably should freshen up, I must look very unpleasant.
"Umm…don't worry about me and no don't tell nii-sama. I'm fine so please don't worry", I managed to mumble out.
"Well, if you're sure Lady Rukia," says the servant, "Byakuya- sama told me to tell you that Ukitake- taichou wants to speak with you". With that, she bows and walks out the door.
Oh great. My taichou wants to talk with me. Why can't people just let me deal with a broken heart peacefully? I get up and stumble to the door. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Oh god, I look like Hell run over twice! I quickly wash up and head to the 13 division headquarters.
When I reached there, I see Ukitake- taichou waiting for me with a serious face. He motioned for me to follow him into his room. When we were inside, he closed the door and sat down on his desk.
"Rukia, is everything alright? You know I think of you as my own daughter and I can tell there is something bothering you. You have been disregarding your paper work and you seem distracted when we spar." Ukitake said with a worried tone.
I sigh. I didn't know I was beeing so obvious. I had thought I was a better actor than that.
"I'm fine, Ukitake- taichou. I just have had alot of things on my mind and I apologize that it has been interfering with my work. I'll try to pay more attention", I say with my Kuchiki face. I was annoyed, Why can't everyone just let me suffer in peace? Why can't they just leave me alone?
" Are you sure Rukia? You know you can tell me anything", he urged on. I nodded quickly. This was no body else's business.
" Well if your sure", Ukitake said, defeated," there is something else I have to speak with you about. Ichigo Kurosaki has been given the option of becoming the captain of the 5th division."
I stiffened outwardly and my eyes widened.
" And Kurosaki has accepted the offer", he continued," and he will be coming to Soul Society today, so I was wondering if you could help him out and show him how to be a captain."
I get up abruptly. "I don't understand why you would choice him out everyone else to be a captain." I say with an angry voice. Ukitake was clearly taken by suprise. "Because he defeated Aizen and is one of the strongest shinigami there is." he answers.
"But he's a knucklehead! He's stupid! He never follows the rules! Surely you can think of a better person to be the captain." I reply almost pleadingly.
"Rukia, is there some reason why you don't Kurosaki to be in Soul Society?", He asks suspiciously.
Crap! I almost gave myself away. " No taichou, if you think Ichigo is the best for the job, then so be it", I reply with a cold voice. I walk outside and just keep on walking. I really think that god hates me. What did I do to deserve? How could I evee fall in love with that idiot? He's so rash and never thinks before he acts. And now he is coming here to once again haunt me. God I need to clear my mind. I walked into an open clearing to practice obtaining Bankai. Anything to clear my mind.
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