She bolted up, panting, sheet clutched in her fists, and body on fire with need after the dream that had awoken her. Large hands had drifted over every part of her body, claiming ever part of her. Scarred hands. Her fucking captains hands.

She groaned, covering her blushing face in embarrassment. She had just had a wet dream about her frickin' captain. She heard Fuyu come out of the bathroom that each room had connected to the room.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her face still damp from her cleaning it.

"Nothing," Ayame mumbled.

"You sure? You were making a lot of noises in your sleep," Fuyu said. The taller woman's blush intensified and Fuyu grabbed the hands still shielding her face, forcing them away from her very evident blush. "Moaning noises," Fuyu clarified. She groaned, bringing her knees to her chest and burying her face into her now folded arms. Fuyu laughed lightly. "So who were you dreaming about?"

"…no one…" Ayame sighed, knowing that she was going to spill to her best friend, even if she didn't really want to.

"Liar. Tell me," Fuyu said, her voice getting all stern, even though she was pouting slightly.

"…our captain…" she mumbled quickly.

"Come again?"

"…our captain…" she said, just a little slower.

"Our Caption?" Fuyu asked. Ayame merely nodded. "Captain Zaraki?" she nodded again. "Kenpachi Zaraki?"

"Yes, dammit!" Ayame yelled out. Fuyu burst out in laughter.

"I knew it! I knew you had a thing for him!" Fuyu shouted with a smug smile. Ayame dove at her and covered her mouth with her hand as if someone outside was going to hear or something.

"I do not have a thing for him," she hissed back to the brunette. "And will you be quiet, my head is pounding."

"Why?" she asked, suddenly sounding concerned.

"I had a few drinks last night. Which is why I had that dream. The only reason I had that dream." Fuyu humphed at that, before flouncing off Ayame's bed. As Ayame attempted to make her way out of bed, Fuyu turned around with a predatory smile that immediately set Ayame in guard.

"I thought you hate drinking?" Fuyu questioned.

"I do…" Ayame said slowly, wary of the trap Fuyu was laying.

"Then who," Fuyu said as she walked up to poke Ayame in the forehead. "Did you have drinks with last night?" Ayame's face turned red and she looked away from the smug glee in Fuyu's eyes. "Busted," Fuyu sang in a sing song voice.

"Whatever. Let's get breakfast," Ayame mumbled, changing the subject.

Once the two of them were dressed, they walked towards the dining area. Well, Fuyu walked and Ayame just sorta stumbled her way along. This was one of the reasons she doesn't drink. Major hangovers. When the woman walked into the dining hall and Ayame noticed Kenpachi at the front of the room, a fierce blush passed over her face. Fuyu laughed.

"I'll get you your usual tea," Fuyu said, and Ayame smiled gratefully. Once they finished up they're breakfast, they headed towards the training area. Today was the new recruit's day off, but they wanted to train. Well, Ayame didn't. Her head hurt like a sonofabitch, but no one else would train with Fuyu today.

After hours of them training, or at least attempting to train, Fuyu walked away, shaking her head and mumbling about Ayame being a wuss when she had a hangover. Ayame just grunted as she sat down right there in the training area, resting her swords in her lap. She gazed up at the sky, glad the sun was hidden behind the clouds. The sun woulda killed her eyes today.

"What's up with you?" she heard a familiar voice ask. She bent her head completely backwards so she had he image of Yumichika, the speaker, Ikkaku, and Kenpachi upside down. She looked back towards the sky, shrugging.

"Well then would you like to get the hell off the training grounds?" Ikkaku asked. Well, demanded more than asked.

"Not particularly," she drawled.

"What?!" Ikkaku yelled, his temper easily igniting. She chuckled.

"I have a bit of a headache. So unless you plan on moving me yourself, go train elsewhere." She smiled, closing her eyes and enjoying the hidden warmth of the sun on her face. All of a sudden two giant hands spanned her waist, air rushing around her as she was picked up and slammed onto an impossible hard and wide shoulder. Her eyes flew open to see the back of a captain's haori. After she finally regained her breath from having it knocked out of her, she gasped in fury and elbowed his back. It felt like hitting a brick wall.

"Put me down, you caveman," she shrieked, continuing to hit him with her elbows and fists, even starting to kick her legs against him. Any other man would have dropped her from the pain of her brutal hits, but the friggin' tree trunk called Kenpachi just laughed. That stupid man made her fell feminine and petite. And she didn't like it. Dammit, she didn't! When they got to the edge of the training field, he dumped her on her ass. She felt the breath whoosh out of her. She could hear Ikkaku roaring with laughter and even Yumichika laughing.

"What the hell?!" she asked even as she rubbed her now sore ass. He had such a shit eating grin on his face that she wasn't sure if she wanted to hit it off his face or kiss it off. He laughed.

"You said you weren't moving unless someone else did it. So I moved you," he said, still laughing as he turned away. She sputtered, trying to find a response. She was not charmed by that infuriating man. Absolutely not, dammit. Ikkaku as on the ground, laughing at the look on her face. She felt her temper ignite, but took a deep breath, determined not to let the past influence her.

She stood up, walked over to Ikkaku, kicking him, flipped off the still chuckling Yumichika off, and stuck her tongue out at Zaraki, and then flouncing off to her room. Stupid men with their charming smile and sexy laugh and stupid and absolutely not funny sense of humor.

She was still fuming at dinner when Ikkaku walked in, seen her, and immediately started laughing. She growled, standing up and going to get more tea. She heard Yumichika start to laugh and even Kenpachi, too. She heard others questioning what was so funny, only making them laugh harder. She tried so hard to rein in her temper, but that was the last straw. She whirled around, chucking the empty cup at Kenpachi's head.

"You're all fucking assholes, you know that?!" she yelled, turning on her heels and leaving the sudden silence behind. She expected to her the captain come after her since her aim had been extremely accurate and he now had little cuts spreading across his face. Instead, she heard him laugh even harder, others joining in and saying things like 'woman are damned temperamental' and 'she's fucking crazy'. She felt tears burn the back of her eyes. She hated being laughed at. Not the 'we just pulled a joke on you' laugh, but the 'we're laughing at you because you're beneath us and you're pathetic' laugh.

She walked to the garden, blinking rapidly to get rid of the tears. She hated crying cause it didn't do shit but give you a headache and puffy, red eyes. She climbed one of the trees and starred at the Moon for a while, eventually falling asleep in the cradle of two tree branches.

She woke up a few hours later to a small noise, then heard a softly whispered 'Ayame?' It was Fuyu, but Ayame didn't answer. Now that she'd had time to calm down, she was incredibly embarrassed about her lack of control. She knew the guys hadn't meant any harm when they'd laughed at her. Fuyu called her name a few more times, but she was to ashamed to say anything back, so she just ley Fuyu walk out of the garden. She eventually drifted back to a light sleep, but was once again woken up. She glanced down and was shocked to see Kenpachi standing in the small clearing beneath her.

"Dammit Mori, get your ass over here. I know you're here." He sounded pissed. She glanced up at the moon once again before moving to sit on the branch with her feet hanging down. He glanced up and actually seemed surprised that she was up there. She guessed that he didn't actually know where she was, just that she was in the garden. She jumped down lightly with her back to him, watching the sky. They didn't say anything for a minute until she finally broke down and swung around.

"I am so sorry for what I did earlier." She said, falling to her knees and bowing before him. She felt a flash of anger at once again kneeling at someone's feet, but she quickly suppressed it. "I lost my temper and I am so sorry." She said, the last being said in a very quiet voice.

"What in the hell are you doing?" he demanded. She looked up to see him reaching for her, hand coming at her and flinched, unable to suppress that particular habit. He ignored the flinch and grabbed her arm, easily jerking her to a stand. "You didn't hurt me, moron. As if you could," he scoffed, giving her a hard look. She looked away.

"I know… I just lost my temper and I never do that…"

"Why'd you lose your temper?" he asked, his voice seeming to soften just the slightest.

"Wha- it's just things that happened in the past… the laughing just…" she trailed off, unsure what to say to explain.

"Brought up the bad shit?" he asked. She nodded, still not looking at him. Then he did something that caught her completely off guard. He grabbed her chin in a hard grasp, but what was probably gentle for him, and directed her head up to look at him. "Don't worry about it. Everyone's got a bad memory or two. Sorry for laughin' at you," she just stared at him, shocked into silence.

"Th-thank you," she stuttered. He let go of her chin.

"But you really shoulda seen your face. Fuckin' hilarious," he said, and she was slightly relieved to see his old grin back on his face.