Author's Note: Sorry for the late update, I had some pretty bad writer's block for a good week, so I didn't get this done as fast as I would have liked to. But nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please Review, since this is my first Bleach FanFiction! Enjoy!

*This chapter has been edited since its original release*

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, only this story and my OC.

I went to the healing Kidō teacher to fix the jagged gash on my cheek on my way back to my dorm room. He looked concerned when I didn't tell him how I'd gotten it, but he gladly ailed my wound. What was left was a pale scar with a slight twinge of pink to it. It stood out from my pale skin, but I just adjusted my bangs to cover that side of my face, which ended up covering my right eye in the process. The teacher had removed the splinters and cleaned the dried blood from my face. My uniform still had blood stains on the collar below my wound, tainting the white of the uniform a dark crimson.

I was glad that it only left an easily concealable scar, but I still wished it could have healed away without one. I decided not to think about it too much, since I didn't really think it mattered much to me. Beauty wasn't exactly one of the things that I placed priority on. I supposed it was because I'd grown up in the Rukkon, where the standards of living made anesthetics unnecessary.

I blinked, my train of thought cut off as soon as I realized I'd turned the door-knob to my dorm. I barely remembered leaving the healing Kido teacher's room.

I entered my dorm room and top of my uniform off, leaving me in only the red under kimono top and equally red trousers. I plopped down onto my bed and almost instantly fell asleep right then. Something about the bedding and the fabric making me want to instantly call it a day despite the fact that I was perfectly rested. IT was strange, since I never felt safe enough to think about something like that. Usually, I would be too worried about being kidnapped or killed for my stuff in my sleep until my body forced me to sleep.

But, I remembered that it probably would be a good idea to clean up the messy room before I lost consciousness. I didn't want Rukia to spend her entire day working only to come back to a messy room. I know I hated doing that back home, even going so far as to make the kids that I survived with as a makeshift family to keep our hideout clean as much as possible. Though it was mostly through me silently egging them on by simply doing it myself and guilting them into helping me.

After fifteen minutes of cleaning up as best I could, which admittedly wasn't very well, I slipped into the shower to wash away the remaining dried blood. I comically had a hard time reaching the knob to turn on the shower, but I eventually accomplished the task much to my relief. With the cascade of hot water that followed, I felt an extremely small smile tug at my lip when I thought about how today had turned out.

I had been thinking of this day for about two centuries now. My 'family' had advised against it every time I brought it up over the meager campfire we usually had at night. Even though they were at the physical age of eight at ten least, and twelve at the most, they had a deep set hatred for the Soul Reapers. I was the baby of the group, about two physical years behind everyone else, but I wasn't treated any different. We were all delinquents, after all. Those days were easier then when I was left alone, since I had the protection of my 'family'.

"Misami?" Rukia called from the entrance with the opening of the door. "That you in there?"

"Y-Yes!" I called back, my squeaking like it did when I raised it too high, "I-I'll be out...in j-just a minute!"

"Alright!" Rukia said, and soon after the sound of her dropping her things onto her bed.

I quickly finished washing up, roughly drying myself and throwing on a fresh pair of uniform trousers and red under kimono. I brushed my teeth with difficulty, since it was probably the first time in a century since I had tooth paste and a brush instead of a leaf to scrape away the gunk. I grabbed the brush and began to run it through my white hair. Once that was finished, I finally exited the bathroom to see a very focused Rukia sitting on her bed with one leg handing over the edge.

She was reading a high level Kido book very intensely as I sat on my bed, which was on the other side of the room and parallel to her's. I smiled warmly as I spoke, "What are...you reading, Rukia?"

"Oh," She closed the book gently, "I've been a Lieutenant for a long while now and I think I can try out the Captain level Kido to see if my ability has stretched that far. Do you want to talk about how today went?"

"Oh," I smiled, shyly looking at my lap, "I did well in...all my classes."

"How well?" Rukia gently prodded.

"I've been moved to...the Sixth year...with Ichigo," I said with a small smile.

Rukia beamed, "I'm so proud of you, Misami!"

I blushed, trying hard to look her in the eye, but was strangely unable to with how she was praising me, "Never had anyone be...proud of me in my entire...life."

She shook her head, "That's too bad. Why wasn't your family proud of you at all?"

I froze at the mention of my family, "I...uh...they're dead..."

Rukia's face was heavy with sympathy as she slowly made her way over to me. She sat next to me and pulled me into a hug, "I'm sorry, Misami. I know what it's like. To lose your family when you're only children. It's why you became a Soul Reaper, huh?"

"How'd you know...?" I asked.

"It was why a friend and I joined the Soul Reapers. I was sick of Hanging Dog. My whole family had died and I wanted to live in the Seireitei. I wanted out."

"Well, then you kind of know how feel," I sounded unsure at best.

"I think we are exactly the same, you and I," Rukia smiled. "We both have lost our family in the 78th District. We both grew up in Hanging Dog."

"Yeah..." I trailed off, looking down at my clenching fist that now laid in my lap.

"Hey," Rukia said softly, "Do you think we were ever close back in Hanging Dog, but we just never met?"

I smiled, "Maybe."

"Well, Misami, I'll always be your family," Rukia smiled, gently shoving me on the shoulder, "I was always wanting a sister after all."

"You...You mean it?"I said, my eyes sparkling with hope while my mouth opened in disbelief at her words.

"Yes," Rukia smiled, nodding, "C'mon! I think my Chappies just came in!"

As Rukia started to drag me towards the door, I blinked, "C-Chappy?"

Rukia stopped dead in her tracks, "You don't know who Chappy is?"

I shook my head. Rukia's mouth cracked into a smile slowly, before she started to drag me even faster. Every student we passed, with varying number of Years, had the same reaction of passive amusement as they saw Rukia literally drag my small frame through the entire Academy at least three times as she tried to find where the had delivered her "Chappies". She seemed to be either extremely attached to them, or had a strange obsession with them. Something about the intense look in her eyes gave off that impression, anyway. I simply resolved myself to just waiting until she had found these things, and crossed my arms patiently. After about fifteen more minutes, and a good one hundred strange looks later, we arrived at the front office.

The mail carriers were dropping off three large boxes into the office, one with the label of "Kuchiki, Rukia". Rukia dropped me and ran for those boxes, starting to talk with the mail men about where she needed to sign. I stood at the threshold of the door as I waited for the inevitable asking of a favor to aid Rukia in carrying those boxes all the way back to the dorm room. Just as they had her sign the documents needed, they started a small talk conversation. After all, Rukia was a noble from one of the Four Great Noble Houses. I sighed and started to scan the area for something to satisfy my short attention span. I knew that it would only feel like it took longer if I didn't.

Then the worst two students started to walk toward me from down the hall. Those two noble girls from this morning were gossiping as they regally strode down the hall. Looking at almost every passerby as if they were the bane of their existence. I tried to make my small frame as unnoticeable as possible, but I feared they could very easily spot me, since I was still in only my red under-kimono and red trousers. I was was, for all intensive purposes, sticking out like a sore thumb and I knew it. And so did those nobles, as I heard their conversation halt as they drew closer to me. As if to confirm my fears, they both did indeed halt before me and sneer down at my childish form. I subconsciously shrunk into myself under their harsh gaze. I crossed my arms over my chest defensively, hanging my head. The taller one, her name still unknown to me as well as the other, spoke first.

"Well," She began, "Look who we have here. If it isn't the star pupil of the entire Soul Society, and the biggest kiss-up as well. Is it really true that you are with Ichigo Kurosaki so you can use him to tutor you? Since, of course, trash like you couldn't possibly have done anything without someone like him to help."

"...No..." I said in my pitifully small childish voice, "He and I are...just friends. He hasn't helped me...at all."

"That doesn't explain how you are so close to the Kido teacher," The smaller one butted in, "Because, after all, she is an extremely high ranking noble. She is Lord Byakuya Kuchiki's sister! How could scum like you have such powerful friends and be such a worthless waste?"

Their insults didn't matter, though I found it annoying that they seemed to try and cram them into very sentence like their lives depended on it. I sighed and looked up at them with as must respect as I could, but I doubt it looked like that, "I am as clueless as you are at how I was graced with the friendship of both Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki...But that is no reason to assault me due to your ill-willed jealousy."

Saying so many words right after one another had out a strain on my throat, and I almost ran out of air while speaking. I was able to cover it up, still somehow managing to sound somewhat assertive. Though my discrete wheezing probably didn't go completely unnoticed.

They both looked at me with an astonished look on their faces, the tall one snapping out of it quickly and giving me a look of disgust as she sneered, "How dare you talk back to us! To insult nobles such as us is an unforgivable atrocity to commit for filth like you!"

She instantly raised her hand to strike me just like before. I looked up with a fearful expression, not wanting to be slapped like before. I decided to do something I hadn't thought I would do in my time here at the Academy, to resist the unfair cruelty of these two nobles. To not just run away at the first chance I got.

As the back of the tall noble's hand came nearer and nearer by the millisecond, I felt my hands move into position on auto-pilot. I was surprised at my reaction, knowing the consequences of those actions. They weren't going to forget this anytime soon. Yet, as I now realized, I didn't care. Because I didn't want to live this whole year in fear of the next confrontation with these two, since I was superior to them in frankly every aspect, save age and height. The words that needed to be said were already forming on my tongue, "Bakudo No. 1: Sai."

Both of their arms wretched behind their backs and they fell to the wooden hallway floors in comical face-plants. The sound of their collapse echoed through the halls, undoubtedly the reason why I heard Rukia drop one of her boxes gently and her ensuing footfall. The two nobles looked up at me in disgust as they struggled against the binding of my Kido. They spouted very eloquent curses upon my children and my children's children, then moved on to how despicable a being I was to put them on the ground like I did.

Rukia busted through the door to the office and looked from me to the two nobles, "What happened here?"

I spoke before the two nobles could respond, the trembling in my voice sounding like fear instead of the adrenaline rush I was feeling, "They were going to hit me...like last time. I'm s-sorry that...I used Kido on them, I didn't mean to..."

I flicked my wrist, muttering the words to release the spell. The two nobles' arms shot out as they were released, and they stumbled ungracefully to their feet then bowed in greeting to Rukia as the shorter one spoke, "We apologize, Miss Kuchiki, but this inferior child had disrespected us in the most offensive manner. We had deemed it necessary to enact the correct punishment."

"And that 'correct punishment' was?" Rukia asked in the regal and commanding voice that she had enacted as she taught the Kido this morning, "And was this 'punishment' executed this morning prior to your Kido class and during my absence?"

They both seemed to tremble slightly as Rukia had laced into her statement an under-laying tone of warning that could be mistaken for menace. Then the taller one spoke in an even monotone, "The 'punishment' was in fact a strike to her face, Miss Kuchiki. And yes, we did, ma'am..."

"Under who's authority did you inflict said punishment?" Rukia asked slowly.

"...No one gave us that authority, Miss Kuchiki, we acted of our own volition," The shorter noble said timidly.

Rukia put her hands on her hips and frowned like Ichigo as she spoke, "If I hear of this again, I will do my best to have you both discharged from the Academy. Begone."

The two nobles bowed quickly, then walked swiftly on their way as they avoided Rukia's hard gaze. When they were out of sight, I felt Rukia's gaze shift onto my small, childish form. I slowly looked up at her, worried about what she thought of my use of Kido on the two nobles regardless of the situation. She motioned for me to follow her, and we both headed towards three over-stuffed boxes in the main office. Two were smaller, and the other was about twice as big as them. Rukia hefted the bigger box up, grunting to herself as she did so. I grabbed the other two silently into my small arms and lead the way back to our dorm room. The halls still had many stragglers, some couples, as we made our way to the room.

Rukia's face didn't hold any negative emotions. In fact, it held almost no emotion whatsoever. It unsettled me at her stoic mask of an expression. But as I was noticing this, that mask shattered as she saw someone she recognized. I turned my gaze to see who she'd seen, and I saw none other then the carrot-top's slightly less scowling face.

"Hey, Rukia!" Ichigo called, there were still small blood stains on his blue trousers and blue accented top, "Whatcha got there?"

Rukia blinked, then beamed at him, smirking with pride, "My Chappy collection finally came in today!"

Ichigo scoffed as he drew closer to us and fell in beside Rukia as he spoke, "You are obsessed, Rukia, you know that?"

"I am not!" Rukia shot back.

"Yes," Ichigo chuckled, shaking his head, "You are, Midget."

"And I am not short!" She snapped, "You're just freakishly tall!"

"Whatever," Ichigo's scowl slightly deepened at the insult, "Here, let me get that."

Ichigo gently took the large box from Rukia's arms. As he did so, however, their hands grazed each other. Rukia's face lit up in a fierce blush, her hand flying to her mouth to cover it in embarrassment. Ichigo, though he quickly hid it behind the large box in his grasp, was blushing just as much. I looked over at Rukia with a puzzled look on my face, to which she looked apologetically back at me. I didn't know much, but I knew that some thing was going on between the two of them, even though they may not realize it. I gave Ichigo a discrete and knowing smirk, and then gave Rukia one of the two boxes in my hands so she would have something to do. Ichigo looked kind of annoyed at the look I gave him, hiding his embarrassment with his trademark scowl. Rukia had the same look, like she was fighting to control her emotions while her mind reeled at what to say. I nearly started to laugh at how awkwardly Ichigo spoke as he broke the tense air.

"Uh, s-sorry about that..." Ichigo muttered.

Rukia looked up at him, her cheeks still rosy, "I don't know what you're talking about, Strawberry."

"I swear, Midget," Ichigo shook his head as well, "I don't think I'll ever understand you."

"You two...done?" I said as I cut off Rukia from a retort to Ichigo's insult.

Rukia looked blankly at me, as if she just now remembered I was there, "Uh-yes."

"Good," I gave her my childish smile, then motioned at the door of our dorm as it drew nearer, '''Cause we're back."

As soon as I said that I thought I heard both Rukia and Ichigo sigh in relief, which was why I couldn't help but smile. They said their good-byes, however awkward and embarrassed they were, and left to their opposite rooms. We brought the three boxes into our room and shut the door tightly. We were silent the entire time as we unpacked the many, many Chappy merchandise. I smiled to myself as I saw why Ichigo would think that Rukia was obsessed. Yet, I couldn't help but notice how cute and adorable these things were. After the ten or so minutes it took to unpackage them, I took one from the large pile and hugged it while I hopped onto my bed. The child side of me still craved for petty things like stuffed animals, so I found myself extremely satisfied with the soft and cuddly Chappy. Rukia, of course, noticed this right away as she landed on her own bed with another one and smiled at me.

"I see I'm not alone in my 'obsession' with Chappy!" She said gleefully, making air quotes, "Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about earlier today with those two nobles."

My eyes widened as i remembered that situation, and I audibly gulped in anxiousness, "...Y-Yes?"

"I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself," Rukia smiled.

"I...Uh, thanks?" I looked confused, inclining my head and cocking an eyebrow, "I thought you...were mad at me for u-using Kido on them..."

"Well, technically it wasn't allowed to use Kido, however flawlessly executed," Rukia said as a matter-of-factly, "It still made me proud of you nonetheless. When I was in the Academy, I was looked down on by the nobles as well. I didn't object to their insults, though I am glad it wasn't as harmful as what you were going through. Coming from a place like Hanging Dog will attract everyone's attention, good and bad."

"Yes...t-that is true," I sighed, then I thought of something, "Rukia?"

Rukia looked up from a deep hug to her Chappy, "Yes?"

"C-Could you...teach me how to do h-high level Kido?

"Didn't you get reallocated to the Sixth Year?" Rukia questioned, "To Advanced too?"

"Y-Yes?" I sounded unsure, "...Why?"

"Those teach mid-level Kido," Rukia explained, "But I'll make you a deal."

"...What is it?" I asked.

"If you are as good as you were today in Kido with the mid-level that you will learn, then you can learn the high level as I learn it. But you can only use it against your enemies and not fellow Soul Reapers. And only use it if nothing else will work, since it will take a lot of spiritual pressure to use them. But I'm fine with you using the low and mid level Kido at your discretion. Does that sound doable, Misami?"

I nodded, "...I think that...sounds perfect, Rukia."

"Good," She smiled, "So how did Zanjutsu go?"

"Good...I-I think," I shrugged, "My sparing partner...was Ichigo."

Rukia's eyes widened, "Ichigo? How did you do?"

"I did...well. I got...cut up a little," I said, twiddling my thumbs.

Rukia looked at me with a cold gaze, "Did he go easy on you at all? Where did you get cut?"

"I don't r-really know, Rukia. Today was...the first time I fought...against him. And...here." I meekly responded, pulling away my bangs so she could see the scar that was left over.

"I can't believe you'd get a scar on your first fight..." Rukia gave me a sly grin. "Make sure this doesn't happen again, okay? You're too beautiful to get these scars!"

I gave her a nervous laugh, "O-Okay!"

"Well," Rukia sighed, her breaths becoming deeper and steady, "Good night, Misami."

"Good night...Rukia," I smiled, just as her violet eyes slowly closed.


I woke up to a noisy but touching scene. Rukia, though going only to Ichigo's abs, was beating him up with repeated kicks to the shin and punches to his arms and chest. Ichigo, a strong Soul Reaper with the spiritual pressure higher then a generic Captain's, was being submissive to Rukia's assault. I pretended to sleep, but continued to watch. Though, it became increasingly more difficult with each strike Rukia delivered to the freakishly tall carrot-top. With a hard enough punch to the abdomen, Rukia suddenly had Ichigo on the ground and wheezing as he lost his breath. I found it hilarious that such a strong soul, whom I knew had no doubt had been in more than his share of fights because of the match we'd had yesterday, would be brought to his knees by the petite Soul Reaper. As he regained his breath, he instantly mumbled a string of curses including Rukia's height, her drawings and Chappy obsession more or less in the same sentence.

"What did you say?" Rukia gave him a cold stare that seemed to make Ichigo pale.

"I...uh," Ichigo stuttered, drawing a blank.

"He says he's sorry for waking me up...so early with his whining," I grinned as I sat up, earning a smile from both Ichigo and Rukia at my rare use of humor.

"You awake then?" Ichigo asked, no evidence whatsoever that he had a confrontation with the Soul Reaper that was temporarily taller than he thanks to his position.

"Yes...Ichigo," I yawned, stretching contently like a cat, "Morning...Morning, Rukia."

"Good morning, Misami," Rukia smiled ever so softly, a stark contrast to the cold glare she had been giving Ichigo a moment ago, all notions of the carrot-top in question forgotten for the moment, "You remember your schedule is flipped now?"

"Yes," I nodded, "Me and Ichigo have...the same schedule and...it's a reverse of mine. So...I get to end the day with...my favorite Kido teacher!"

Rukia's smile grew at the compliment, "Well, I suppose the two of you should get going. No doubt Ichigo will get you lost, so you might as well give yourself a head start..."

"Hey!" Ichigo snapped.

Rukia turned back to him, shrugging, "It's true, though."

Ichigo looked right at me for support, as if I somehow knew something relevant to the current argument. I merely shrugged, looking apologetically to him, "Sorry..."

Ichigo sighed, finally rising to tower over a triumphantly smirking Rukia, "Well, let's get going Misami. Want to ride on my back? I've seen Yachiru do it with Kenpachi, and it looks like it's fun for her."

I quickly pulled on my now clean over kimono of the Academy uniform and then turned to smile at him, "S-Sure!"

He smiled back, turning around and crouching to make it easier for me, "Hop on, then."

I gladly walked over and jumped lightly onto his broad back, my childishly small frame finding purchase on his uniform as I peeked over his left shoulder. He smiled and started to jog at a nice pace as Rukia watched from our room. But as soon as she was out of sight, I felt my body rip forward as he slipped into an incredibly fast Flash Step. The halls were a blur as Ichigo raced down to the Zanjutsu classroom that his schedule told him to go to. Since I had the same classes as Ichigo now, I felt no need to bring my schedule. Of course, we only got there on time, since we seemed to go in circles before we could finally find the class room. The classroom ended up merely down the hall from our old one, which I Ichigo know very quickly.

"Nice try, Ichi," I rolled my eyes and giggled quietly.

"Hey," He grinned, "I tried, but your directions didn't help any."

I faked a look of shock, "You were one to listen...to those directions, you know. You...didn't have to listen to me, Ichi."

He turned his head to the shoulder I was hanging by and sighed, "Never mind. We did make it on time anyway."

The gong of the morning bell rung tauntingly to prove him wrong. He sighed again and slash stepped into the room. I hopped off his shoulder, my long white hair trailing behind me. The other students, all Six Years, looked over to us. They were either blinking in surprise, looking at us with recognition, or staring at us with a certain distaste. They didn't have long to say anything to us as we heard the voice of the teacher.

"Glad you all could make it back on time class," The teacher yawned, having a much more laid back attitude than Ichigo and I's prior teacher. "As you can see we have two new students that have been moved up from their First Year. They have displayed astonishing skill, if I am to believe the report. Anyway, same partners as yesterday, if you can remember them."

"Yes, sir!" The class said more or less in unison, dispersing into their groups.

That left me and Ichigo, with the latter scowling even deeper then usual, to stand next to each other, waiting rather impatiently for what we should be doing. We didn't have to wait long, since the teacher spoke to us directly, "You two, follow me."

Ichigo, looked to me, then tailed the teacher with me on his heels. He brought us to what looked like a storage room with a multitude of sheathed katanas. Ichigo seemed to know exactly who those were intended for, while I just stared at them. The teacher picked out two, one a bit longer then the other and turned back to us.

"These are Asauchi, Zanpakuto without souls waiting for them to be materialized," The teacher explained, "When you fight with these, your soul will be poured into them and your Zanpakuto will eventually come into existence. As for you, Ichigo Kurosaki, it is likely that your Zanpakuto will merely reform itself and in a sealed state as well. As for you, Misami Tsukino, you will have to go through the entire process since you have had no prior training, save yesterday evening."

I nodded, "How long...will that take?"

The teacher shrugged, "That depends on you and your Zanpakuto. At any rate, I would like you to go with Ichigo and try to create your Zanpakuto along with him. It is possible, with the skills you have displayed in Kido, as well as your old Zanjutsu class, that you could have your Zanpakuto formed on the first try."

I shrugged, just as Ichigo asked the teacher a question, "What are you doing here, Hat-and-Clogs?"

"Yamamoto wanted your old mentor to oversee your training, as well as Misami's since she has shown possibly as much potential as you." The teacher said.

Ichigo groaned, "...Whatever."

We turned and left the storage room and sat cross-legged against the wall, our new swords in our lap. Ichigo looked at me with a small, rare smile and then closed his eyes. Hanging his head, an aura of blue spiritual pressure emanated from him and started to flow into the katana. Soon it began to glow too, until the entire thing was a glowing katana-shaped light rod. I stared at the sword, mesmerized by the display. When the light began to fade I noticed the differences. The sheath was black, and it had grown a good three to five inches. The hilt was traditionally wrapped, with black bindings and dark red showing from underneath. There were two inch long tassels of red hanging from the end. The guard was decorated with crescent shaped carvings. It was a very intimidating blade.

"So how...am I supposed to do that?" I asked as I continued to stare at the long sword.

Ichigo shrugged, "You just pour your soul into it. It's like Kido, really. Just let it flow into the sword instead of your hands, I guess."

I exhaled, trying to concentrate on the relatively small blade in my lap, "Okay...Here goes nothing..."

I felt my spiritual pressure flow into the blade, feeling like I was charging up an incredibly strong Kido attack. It felt like a strange mix between Hado and Bakudo, as I closed my eyes to shut out the looks I was getting from the class. I saw on the backs of my eyelids that my new blade was glowing, though I couldn't tell what color it was. It began to heat up slightly in my small lap, but not to an unpleasant temperature. There were some gasps of astonishment from the class as the light seemed to intensify. The blade shifted slightly in my lap, lengthening and reshaping to, what I hoped to be, its new form. Suddenly, I felt the weight of the sword double, and it seemed to widen to twice its size. That caused many more gasps of surprise and all sparring to halt as I felt all the attention on me. Then I heard something that would have made me blink if my eyes had been open to begin with. It was a voice inside my head, whispering like a soft breeze.

Hello, Master Misami, the soft voice seemed to wisp through my mind, I'm glad that you can finally hear me.

Who's this? I thought back, testing to see if I had gone crazy.

I am your Zanpakuto, The voice replied, Though it is too early to tell you my name. But know that I am here for you. I have been with you for a long time, and I know what you've gone through.

Why can't you tell me your name? I asked.

I can't tell you because you haven't earned the power it brings, The Zanpakuto explained, But if you continue at the pace you have shown, it will not be too long for that to happen, Master.

How long will that be, then? I asked.

It merely depends on if I find you worthy of my name, the sword said. But judging by the fact that you've skipped a good year of fighting with me and imprinted your soul into me so I could talk to you to begin with, I wouldn't be surprise if you proved yourself.

I mentally sighed as I conceded to the fact, Fine, but you'll let me know when I earn that, right?

Somehow I knew she was nodding and smiling, Of course, Master.

"Misami?" Ichigo's voice held a mix of pride and worry, "You okay?"

My eyes shot open, and the light burned my eyes, "Yeah...I'm good."

"Well," Ichigo broke his scowl just a moment, "You did it, Misami."

I blinked, cocking an eyebrow in confusion, "Did what?"

Ichigo pointed down at my small lap. I looked at my Zanpakuto. Or, rather, both of my Zanpakuto. Two identical swords sat in my lap in place of the Asauchi the teacher had given me. They had black sheaths, with white markings. The hilt was wrapped the same as Ichigo's, but was white where his was black, and black where his was red. The tassels where the same, but they were a a nice sky blue. The guard was decorated with gracefully curved lines. The blades were slightly longer than when I had first received the sword, to the perfect size. I smiled at my blades, smirking as I had a vague idea of how rare duel Zanpakuto were in the Soul Society. Every white part of the sword seemed to be glowing, and shifting in brightness so that it looked as if there was a current. One of the two blades had a white, bandage like strap attached to it. It looked too small to sling it over my shoulder, but it was big enough to wrap around my waist. And the other blade had a black cloth-like strap that was interupted by a buckle like wooden rectangle with a vortex-like symbol carved into it. This one looked big enough to sling over my shoulder, however.

"Misami Tsukino," the teacher announced, "I'd like to congratulate you. You have done a seemingly impossible task on your first attempt. I'd say I'm glad you have Ichigo to keep you in check. Otherwise, I fear you would have no real opponents, save the teachers of course. I am Kisuke Urahara."

"P-Pleased to meet you, Mr. Urahara," I bowed my head slightly, since I was still sitting with my Zanpakuto in my lap, contrasting starkly with my red trousers.

"She did it on the first try!?"

"Isn't she like ten?"

"Aren't there only two other dual base Zanpakuto?"

"Just what in the world is she?"

He smiled then turned to the class, their whispers quieting, "Alright, everyone back to work."

The class once again dispersed and soon the clash of blades resounded through the classroom. Ichigo helped me up, as I grabbed both of my swords by their straps. Ichigo had already strapped his large blade to his back, the hilt looming over his right shoulder. I rose and we slowly made our way to an open space so we could spar.

"Ready?" Ichigo smiled, "Cause last time we did this you got a bad scar and I got enough bruises for an entire squad."

I smirked back, "Yeah...just gimme a second."

"'Course," He said.

I smiled then set down the sword that had the black strap, and held the one with the white gingerly.

You were right in assuming it goes around your waist, my Zanpakuto chimed in, It should be behind you, parallel with your back, so that the hilt is sticking out past your hip.

Thank you, I thought back, doing as she instructed, And the black one goes on my back?

Correct, Master, I could tell she was nodding. I quickly slung the blade onto my back and positioned it like Ichigo had his sword.

Once I finished securing my Zanpakuto, I looked over to Ichigo, whom was waiting patiently.

"Ready?"

"Anytime," I smirked, my right hand going to the hilt at my shoulder, and my left to the one at my hip, then drew the two of them in a fluid motion out.

Ichigo smirked and unsheathed his Zanpakuto, the long blade shining from light peeking through the window, "I will teach you, Misami, how to really fight your enemies."

I smirked back, "Bring it on."