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Story time!
After a few steps, Nami and I decided to be lazy and wait until the next day to go to the 5th division. We sent a report to Taicho saying we were giving up for today, and went to the rooms.
So, we spent the rest of the day goofing off. In the morning, Nami and I woke up early (much to my annoyance) and started our walk. The day before, I was too distracted to realize that we had left the bulk of our group at Taicho's office. Or rather, they left us. Oops. Too late now.
Heading to the 5th division, Nami and I encountered Kenji in one of the many hallways around Soul Society. It was eerily quiet. His expression set the mood, as he looked scared, peering out from behind the apparent safety of a door left ajar. We only saw the back of his head - he was looking the other way.
I walked up behind him. "What are you doing?" I asked, shattering the barrier of silence.
He yelped, like a dog, turning my way. "Yah! No! No, don't take me! I swear, I'll tell Taicho…" He finally went out of shock and realized that is was me who said it. "Oh, it's only you…" He placed a hand on his heart.
"Why, were you expecting someone else?" I inquired. Just who could scare a person so badly?
"I'm just glad you're not Matsumoto," was his breathless answer.
"Oh." That explains it.
Nami cut in. "Hey, Miyako? I gotta go now, Ryu asked me to do something today. I almost forgot. Sorry."
"Alright. See you, Nami!" I said, and she was gone. Shunpo. It was so hard, and that put me at a disadvantage most of the time. At least sword fighting wasn't that difficult. I wasn't all that great, though…oh, well.
Facing Kenji, I said, "Hey, guess what! You get an all-expenses paid trip to the 5th division's office. I'm your tour guide, Miyako, and I'll guide you around the unfamiliar territory!" I sounded like, well, like a tour guide.
Laughing, he agreed to come on this "trip" with me. I started to comment on all of the sights. After a while, I got tired of commentary and we walked in silence.
About halfway there, Kenji asked me, "So, why are you going to the 5th division, Ohara-san?"
"I was going to ask someone there if they would go to the world of the living," I paused. "You're going, right?"
"Well, I'm not a fighting kind of person, you know…" he trailed off. Great.
"Please? C'mon, Wakamoto-san!" I begged. "You don't even have to fight too much!"
"Too much?"
"Yeah."
"That was a very lame attempt at persuasion."
"Well, do you want me to lie and say you won't have to fight? 100% guaranteed?"
"…I guess not."
"Alright, then. So you're going?"
"I have no choice. I'll go."
"Thanks."
A few moments of peaceful silence followed. I was, once again, the one to break it.
"Can I ask you for one more thing?" I started.
"Yeah," was his immediate reply.
"Can I call you Kenji-san instead? I mean, I haven't known you for long, but I think you look more like a Kenji than a Wakamoto. No offense, of course."
"…Okay. You can call me Kenji-san, under one condition."
"And what is that?"
"Tell me what you think of our taicho, and you can't ask any questions about it."
I was confused. Did he hear a rumor about Hitsugaya or something?
"What do you mean, what I think of him?" I asked.
"No questions," he replied, pretending to be stern.
That confused me even more. I tried to ask him again, but he cut me off and said the same thing.
"Okay, fine," I said after the fifth time of asking him, and failing. I looked for something to say.
"Well…" I trailed off. I didn't know what to say about him, and voiced my complaint.
"Just say anything that you think about him. Your opinion. Leadership qualities, cooking style, looks…" Kenji said the last option quietly.
"Um, sure. I have never tasted his cooking. And I think he is a good leader, but he should lighten up sometimes. He's so stoic. About the last one…I'm going to have to agree with the majority of his fans."
"Fans?"
"Yeah. They say he's the best-looking guy in Soul Society. I mean, I don't know if he's the best looking, but he does look good, don't you think?"
Kenji muttered a vague answer. I didn't notice, though, because I was too busy staring at the office door in front of me.
We were here.
Kenji's POV
I got out of bed this morning, and the strangest thing happened to me.
I started to suffocate.
Matsumoto came charging at me and hugged me so tight that I almost forgot how to breathe. She said, "Oh, hi, Wakamoto-san! I need you for an important mission today!"
That mission turned out to be shopping, or actually, carrying her bags and being a doll for her to dress up, even though she couldn't wear this kind of stuff outside of Soul Society business. But while shopping, I could ask Matsumoto a question I needed the answer to.
"Matsumoto-san?" I prodded.
"Mmm-hm?"
"What would you look for in a guy, if you wanted to, uh, date him?"
She looked at me and smiled. "Sorry, you're too young for me!"
"N-no, I meant, what would you look for? Like, girls in general, what do they look for in guys?" I started turning red. Maybe Matsumoto was a bad person to ask…
"Ooh! You like someone, don't you?! Oh, this is so fun! We could go somewhere, and I could arrange dinner, and…" She was lost in her own thoughts.
"I-I, what I meant was, no I…" Yup. Matsumoto was definitely the wrong person to ask.
Silence separated us for a minute. Then, out of nowhere, she spoke.
"She's really nice, you know. And smart."
I acted dumb. "Who?"
"The girl you like, of course!"
"How do you know she is?"
"Oh-ho! So you do like someone!"
Drat.
"So I do. So what?"
"Tell me who it is!"
"No way!"
"Please?!"
"Nope."
"Pretty please?"
"Not budging."
"Please please please with mochi on top?"
"Never."
"Fine. I'll figure it out by myself," she huffed. But not long after, she whispered to me. "It's not Fujimoto-san, is it?"
"…I'm not telling you."
And that was that, until she started to hunt me down and force me to tell her by making me eat her horrible cooking.
Running from her, I hid behind a door, which is how I ended up walking with Miyako. She basically dragged me with her, and then forced me to come on the trip to the human world. So pushy. And we talked a lot.
I'm glad, though, that she doesn't know who I have my eye on right now. I don't know how she'd react, and I don't want to accidentally upset her, Miyako. She's my friend. The girl I like was a student from the Soul Academy, and she's really smart and (in my opinion) nice-looking, even if she doesn't think so. I guess it was a stroke of luck that she ended up in my division. That was probably the only luck I'd ever had in my love life.
Miyako's POV
Ah, finally - the 5th division. It was a short walk, but I enjoyed my time talking with Kenji. He was really nice. Maybe too nice. I don't know.
Anyway, I opened the door to the office and only Kira was there. Huh. Where was the person I'd come for?
"Hi, Kira-san," I greeted cheerily. He was very nice to me and agreed to try and teach me shunpo. It was kind of working. I was breaking my top numbers, but I was still the slowest of probably everyone. "Where's Hinamori-san?"
"She left to go visit Hitsugaya-taicho. She should be over there right now," he replied.
"Okay. Thanks, Kira-san! Oh, before I forget, you want this?" I held out the candy Ukitake gave me. Kira usually ate the things I didn't want.
"No, thanks. You should give it to your captain," he said. I thanked him again, said goodbye, and left.
Outside, Kenji fired off a question. "Did you talk to Hinamori-san?"
"Nope. She's out. Can you come with me to get her?"
"Depends. Where is she?"
"At our division's office."
We walked back, or actually, we tried to shunpo back. I didn't fail too badly this time.
We entered the division office. Hinamori and Taicho were talking about the trip, but stopped as soon as we came in. Hinamori turned to us.
"Hi, Ohara-san! Hi, Wakamoto-san! We were just talking about the trip! Ooh, it sounds like fun. I wish I could go." she greeted.
I smiled, like a small child with a secret that had to be told. "Actually, that's what I came here for. Would you like to go, Hinamori-san?"
"Oh, thank you! I would love to!" she chirped. She was too cheerful, in my opinion, but she was still kind.
"Ohara-san, how many slots do you have left?" Taicho asked. His teal eyes were full of concern. "We need to start getting things ready by tomorrow."
"Actually, I was on my way to get the last person," I replied evenly.
"Good. Tell me the names of the volunteers so I can get a message to them today."
"Okay."
Kenji came with me to get the last person. I went to the 10th division's rooms and knocked at Fujimoto's door.
She opened it. "What - oh, Third seat-san," she replied, annoyed.
"Hey, so… sorry for the seating and all that, but, I was wondering if you'd want to come with everyone to the world of the living - me, Taicho, Matsumoto-san, Wakamoto-san, Kenpachi-taicho…" I trailed off, hopeful. "
Her sullen pink eyes stared me down. She looked like she was about to refuse, then stopped herself. "Okay. I'll go," she said glumly, and slammed the door in my face. That was rude. But, hey, she'd always been rude to me.
Ever since she'd been in my class for shunpo, she had annoyed me to no end. Her shoulder-length, golden hair was gorgeous (as was the rest of her) - and she knew it. She always bragged about how she was so good at shunpo. And how I wasn't.
She was the best of the - shunpo - class. And she particularly didn't like me. She'd always stare down at me (she was taller than me) and mock me about how I couldn't do it fast enough to pass. Her rose quartz eyes would glitter coldly and she'd laugh. However, she had the smarts to back up her attitude. It must have been the shunpo class and Soul Society History that made her barley scrape past me in the ratings. Just barley. She's not even at the top of the school listings for best grades, either.
But what really made me mad was the way she acted around Kenji.
Maybe she liked him or something, but she would always suck up to him and be so modest it made me want to puke. I'd seen them around the Academy sometimes, and I'd always wondered how he could manage to turn her personality like that. I didn't have the courage to ask him, though. I didn't know him. I started to brainstorm vague possibilities.
Right in the middle of my train of thought, she burst the door open again, scaring me into yelping. She took no notice of me - she only had eyes for one person.
Kenji.
"Oh, I'm sorry for slamming the door like that! I had no idea you were here! Miyako was being mean to me, so I shut the door before we could fight!" she wailed, throwing herself into Kenji. He smiled, face lit like I'd never seen before. He was standing far enough back in the narrow hallway so that he couldn't hear what really happened. I grimaced, rage flooding me at how fake she was.
"Get. Away. From. Him." I growled. She sneered at me.
"You can't separate friendship!" she taunted.
"Oh, yes, I can. You have no right to call your superior by their first name without their consent. And don't try lying about anything you've done in the past to cover up this defiance!" I threw at her, using my superiority over her false calmness. I tried to cool off. She was the one that had a mask, anyway. If I could break it…
She did something so stupid I was taken by surprise.
She drew her sword on me and lit the blade on fire with her rietsu. It gave off no fumes, but I started to lose my breath. Scared, I guess. That's shameful.
She faked innocence. "Don't hurt me! Please! I'm drawing my sword on you for it!" Pushing Kenji to the ground, she continued to yell. "Don't worry, Kenji-kun! I'll protect you! Get out of here!" He had no idea who started the fight, so he used shunpo to carry himself down the narrow hall. Figures he'd believe her lies.
I didn't want to draw my sword yet. But that blade looked like it was really burning, and I couldn't run fast enough, obviously. My kido was half decent, but it was all healing. Useful in times like this, right? What made things worse was that I never expected this outcome.
Rika, the "one with two names", peeled off her mask and left a conceited hypocrite. With a flaming sword.
She took a step closer. I would have used karate, or some form of martial art we had to learn, but her fire sword killed that option. Which meant I'd have to use blade on blade if I wanted to prevent serious injury, maybe even death.
I drew my sword after she came charging at me. I met her head-on. We clashed, and time seemed to stand still as the first waves of a fight crashed down on us, misting the air with a refreshing spray of fury.
Hmm, now that I think about it, the ending sounds kinda corny.
…And I know I stink at writing cliffhangers.
That's all the OC's for a while, in case you're wondering. This count doesn't include zanpakutos, though.
Okay, I lied. I said there was going to be action, but I wanted to stop dramatically like those corny suspense fighting scenes. And it was very corny, but I'm not so sure about suspenseful. Oh, well. I don't care. I just wanted to try it for once.
Chapter 4 is being typed right now. Hopefully I can get it up before a week ends! But my school is being mean and giving me tests to study for at the end of the year. A lot of tests. And projects. At least my math teacher is still awesome! But he's getting fired at the end of the year! Boo!
Sorry about that pointless rant. Please review if you like this story!