Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of the characters. I love them all, but don't own any of them…sadly.
After forever, I'm finally continuing the story! Yeah, I'm getting a bit excited, but oh, well. I really don't care. It takes a lot of energy to be this excited and hyper at midnight. Hopefully, you'll all be getting more of my stories now that it's summer. Well…enjoy!
After about ten minutes of Matsumoto strangling him, Toushiro finally escaped from her grasp, much to the amusement of Kyo. He checked out his schedule and realized that it could have been worse. The first hour was taken up by The History of the Seireitei, followed by Kidou, footwork, sword technique, hand-to-hand combat, and finally – what Toushiro needed most – reiatsu control. He was more than grateful for the Seireitei making that a full hour class. From what he could tell, he needed all the help he could get in that area of expertise.
"So," Kyo looked down at him, "what do you think of your classes?" Toushiro thought this was an ordinary question, but caught sight of the evil smirk and narrowed his eyes. Was there something to these classes that nobody told him about?
Toushiro thought for a second before reluctantly replying, "Interesting. Is there something I should know about these classes?" Toushiro smirked when Kyo looked down at him in shock.
"W-why would you think that?"
"Oh, just because." Toushiro said offhandedly, smirking at the irritation he could feel coming from the upperclassman.
"Just because what?" Kyo wasn't stupid and wasn't going to get provoked by a soul who still looked like a ten year old child! At this, Toushiro merely shrugged. He was enjoying the feeling of being in control for once. Since he was so small, it didn't happen very often. Deciding that he wasn't getting anywhere with the kid, Kyo let it go and they continued walking around the school, hunting down the classes on Toushiro's schedule.
Now it was Toushiro's turn to be frustrated. This wasn't a school; it was a damn maze! A map wouldn't make it easier to get around. But somehow Kyo managed just fine. Maybe he was just freaking out a little. It was his first day setting foot on the campus. He couldn't possibly be expected to find his way around this hell hole right away. He was careful to take in everything he saw and commit it to memory. Hopefully, the information would make the year more manageable.
Though there were many doubts.
After about three hours of walking around, Toushiro was finally free to go back to his and Hachi's room. He knew that as soon as he saw the bed, it would become his best friend for the following hours.
When he opened the door, the sight wasn't very pleasant. It was Osoroshii Mangetsu yelling at Hachi. Or rather, torturing him. When his eyes landed on Toushiro's slight form, his glare turned more…amused.
"Return of the brat," he barked. Really, to Toushiro, he sounded more like a dog than a human. He also noticed, to his pleasure, that Osoroshii's right wrist was encased in plaster. Hm…That was new. He didn't know souls needed plaster casts for broken bones.
"Shut up," Toushiro sighed as he rested on his bed and opened a book that was set on the table beside him.
"What did you say?"
"I said to shut up. I could always break your other wrist…" Toushiro warned. Osoroshii backed off and glared at the white haired boy. Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad.
Maybe.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. At least it's something. I'm trying to get all my stories updated to a certain extent. Oh, joy. Oh! I also noticed that I've posted ten stories! That's a miracle to me, seeing as I'm notoriously lazy. RAWR!!!! That was a shout out to my best buddy. She goes 'RAWR!!!' while I go 'eep!' So there's a little more info on my amazingly boring personality. Feel free to email me. the email address is on my bio page. Love you all!!!
