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Chapter 3

Baldy and Feathers

Senna was walking the rather long walk from the Fourth Division to the Eleventh Division's headquarters. She had a little black bag slung over her right shoulder with the few things she owned tucked away inside.

She wore the standard shinigami uniform, no alteration; black hakama and a black kimono top over a thin white shirt. Her hair was pulled half up into a rather sloppy bun and was secured with her two red chopsticks as was usual for her. Her zanpakuto was tucked into her obi on her left side.

It was rather unimpressive. Its sheath was a dull black, same as the hilt, the guard was rather interesting though. It was oval in shape and was made of a dark, shiny metal, it had flower petals engraved on it, which Senna always thought was a bit strange. Her zanpakuto had nothing to do with flowers and neither she nor her zanpakuto were all that fond of them.

' Already, huh?' She thought to herself blandly.

She had passed through the gates of the Eleventh Division just moments ago and could feel five unfamiliar reiatsu behind her. She ignored them as they followed her.

"It's that Urahara girl, isn't it?"

She twitched a little at the sound of her last name, whether it was her given name or not didn't matter at the moment. Ever since she had woken up and learned of Kisuke's betrayal, she had refused to let anyone call her Urahara. Except for the captains, she wasn't about to tell them they couldn't do something.

"Yeah, and I think she's ignorin' us guys. Hey, Urahara, ya ain't wanted here, ya know. Ya listenin', Urah-"

He was cut of when Senna dropped her bag and disappeared only to reappear in front of him a split second later. He was about six feet tall and buff with an intimidating scowl, but that didn't matter to Senna in the least.

A loud crack filled the silence that had taken over when Senna had whirled to face her followers. Using an open palm and an upward thrust of her arm, she smashed the man in the face, hard, breaking his nose and making blood spurt everywhere. The man's eyes widened and he grabbed his nose, trying to stop the bleeding as he cried out in shock and stumbled backwards.

"You bitch!" She heard one of the others shout, she'd turned around and had begun walking back to her abandoned bag. She turned again as she heard someone come rushing at her, prepared to defend herself from the coming attack.

"Enough! Back to your posts. Now, you morons!"

The man stopped and stared at something behind Senna. All the men were looking behind her in fact, their eyes growing wide.

"I said now, you maggots!"

"Y-Yes, sir!" A few yelped and they all ran off without delay.

"Well, well, if it ain't Senna Ura- Ow, what the fu-"

Senna had turned around and smacked the bald man who'd been talking upside the head, wiping the smirk that had been on his face off with the force.

"It's Senna, Ikkaku, you idiot. Call me Urahara again and you'll be buying the sake for the rest of your life, got it!" She hissed in his face.

"So ugly..."

"Nice to see you too, Yumichika," she greeted sarcastically, turning her attention to the effeminate man with the feathers on his right eyelashes.

He sighed and started examining his nails critically.

"So what is it you two want? I was busy ya know."

"The captain told us you'd be coming and I figured we should escort ya over to him so ya don't get hurt," Ikkaku answered, smirking at her.

"Worried about me, Baldy? Thats so sweet," Senna replied, smiling the first smile she'd smiled in almost two years. It felt strange on her normally blank face and was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared.

Ikkaku just stared at her, turning an odd shade of red, caught between beating the crap out of her and screaming his head off.

"Lets go!" He finally snapped, spinning around with a growl.

"Missed you too, Ikkaku," she sang childishly to his retreating back.

"Hmph."

"What about me?" Yumichika asked, a small pout on his face. "Didn't you miss my beauty?"

"Of course I did, Feathers. I could never forget about how pretty you are." Senna grinned widely and ignored the glare that was thrown her way. "You seem as stuck up as I remember, Yumichika."

"And you seem plainer and less beautiful than I remember. Look at those split ends, they're horrid," he retorted, arms crossing over his chest with a huff.

"Don't you two start that crap again!" Ikkaku yelled. "Let's go!"

"No need to be any uglier, Ikkaku," Yumichika threw back loftily.

Senna raised her eyebrows, amused. She had missed these two, she hadn't seen them since before the coma. She had known them for about thirteen years now. They had met a few months after she had joined the Twelfth squad after agreeing to be adopted by Kisuke.

Senna was sitting in a tree watching the sun set over Soul Society. She had needed a break, the training Kisuke had been putting her through was tough as well as both physically and mentally draining.

'I don't mind much, besides the weirdo is growing on me. I don't think having him as a brother will be so bad... Thanks, Ukitake,' she thought to herself, smiling up at the orange hued sky.

Her hair was half up in a bun and secured with two pencils. Her uniform was not the standard issue one, but a modified version to make her training easier, not too mention keep her from ruining a uniform everyday. It was very similar to the uniform worn by the lieutenant and captain of the Special Op's. It was a tighter fitting, backless top, with a somewhat deep v neck, revealing the red wrap she wore underneath to make her feel a little less exposed. You could see the muscle definition in her arms and shoulders, she was in very good shape, not buff, but toned. She wore the usual hakama pants today though, she would occasionally wear the tighter special op's pants, to allow her to move more freely, but she didn't really like feeling so exposed. She noticed the looks she'd get from some of the men while wearing them and it wasn't something she cared for, to be leered at like a piece of meat.

'Even that damned Shinji stares,' she thought with a low growl.

She was so lost in her thoughts about how she'd really like to wipe the stupid grin that always seemed to be on Shinji's face off, that she hadn't noticed that two people were approaching the tree she was lounging in.

"What've we got here, Yumichika? It looks like that new addition to the Urahara family."

Senna jumped a little and looked down the twenty feet to the ground to see two men looking up at her curiously. A bald one and a rather feminine looking one.

"Ehh, how can you sit in that thing? It's dirty," the feminine one scoffed, a disgusted look on his face.

Senna cocked her head to the side and stared at the two men for a moment before jumping down to the ground rather gracefully.

"Can't talk or something, little birdy?" The bald one asked rudely.

"I'm the birdy, huh? He's the one with the bright feathers on his face," she retorted while gesturing at the more feminine of the two men who happened to have feathers adorning the eyelashes of one eye.

The feminine male glared at her before deigning to reply. "I think they enhance my beauty," he sniffed arrogantly, crossing his arms and turning his head away from her. "Not that you'd know anything about beauty."

"Excuse me?" She asked, irritated with man.

"Just ignore him, everyone else does," the bald man said lazily.

"Whatever." No longer willing to stick around and be picked on, she turned and started to walk away.

"What? No introduction, huh? Ya scared or something?"

She turned back to the bald man. "What am I supposed to be scared of, Baldy? You, or feathers over there?"

"IT'S SHAVED, I'M NOT BALD!" He yelled at Senna, turning a bright shade of red in his frustration.

"Uh huh, if you say so," she replied calmly, pausing before saying, "My name, if you must know, is Senna Urahara, and I'm currently the twelfth seat of the Twelfth Division."

"Ikkaku Madarame, third seat of the Eleventh Division." This was from the bald one who was still a funny shade of red as he slung his sheathed zanpakuto onto his shoulder..

"Yumichika Ayasagawa, fifth seat of the Eleventh Division," Feathers said, smiling pompously at her.

'Ah crap, of all people I go and piss off they have to be from the Eleventh, and high ranking members at that,' Senna thought to herself. "Well, nice to meet ya, gotta go,"she chirped, waving quickly and attempting to run off again, only to be stopped by Yumichika's voice.

"I think you scared her, Ikkaku."

"Hey, I am not scared of you two!"

"Then spar with me."

"Huh?" Senna looked at Ikkaku, who had spoken, like he was nuts. "Why?"

"'Cause Feathers over there won't, and I wanna have some fun," Ikkaku said grinning sadistically.

"Stop calling me Feathers, and I won't because I don't want to get dirty. It's so not beautiful," Yumichika huffed in reply.

"Ok."

Both Ikkaku and Yumichika looked over to Senna, a little surprised she had agreed.

"Ok, loser buys sake," Ikkaku said, still grinning self-assuredly.

Senna shrugged. "Sure, why not."

'I'm so gonna regret this later,' Senna thought to herself, groaning inwardly at her inability to back down from a fight.

Their sparring match hadn't lasted long. Senna lost though she did manage to get a few hits in. Very few.

Ikkaku was somewhat impressed the girl didn't back down even when she knew she couldn't win, she just kept on fighting. He liked that kind of persistence.

"Why not give up?" Ikkaku asked, staring down at Senna who was on one knee holding her right shoulder and panting.

"Why should I give up? I'm not dead yet," she replied between her breaths.

"Eh, fun's over, lets go get that sake you owe me."

"Ugh, why not?" She shrugged, picking herself up off the ground and smiling while rolling her shoulder to work out the stiffness in her muscles.

"You're so much prettier when you smile, you know."

She glanced over to Yumichika, who was examining his nails and not looking at her despite the fact he had just spoken to her.

"Thanks... I think."

The three were walking towards some nameless bar Ikkaku wanted to go to, they were rather quiet, and it made Senna a little uncomfortable.

"How do you get your hair so shiny?" Senna asked Yumichika out of curiosity and sheer lack of anything else to talk about.

Ikkaku sighed upon noticing his friend dramatically brighten up. "He won't shut up now, ya know."

Sure enough, Ikkaku was right, Yumichika didn't shut up for nearly two hours. Once they had gotten to the bar, Senna had bought the sake she owed Ikkaku, who then wandered off somewhere, while Yumichika kept yammering on about conditioner and hair products while Senna stared at him and nodded in what she hoped were all the right places. When he was done, he'd said something about making her beautiful too.

She sighed and looked around. "Hey, so... where'd Ikkaku go anyways?"

"Probably harassing some poor soul for more sake."

"Miss me?" A voice suddenly cooed teasingly in her ear.

Senna screamed and nearly fell over as Ikkaku popped up next to her, grinning like an idiot.

"Not exactly, moron," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Made new friends, eh, Urahara?"

"Huh?"

The odd trio looked up from their seats to see a blond man with a big smirk on his face looking down at them.

"What do you want, Hirako?" Senna growled at the blond in front of them. 'Oh how I want to wipe that smirk off your face,' she thought, smirking inwardly at the joy the thought gave her.

"Know him?" Asked Yumichika while Ikkaku settled for glaring drunkenly.

"Unfortunately," she replied curtly, sipping from the sake cup that had been placed before her.

"Ahh, that ain't very nice, ya know? Your brother sent me to find you," the blond replied, a smirk forming on his face as Senna glared at him. "It's kinda cute when ya glare like that."

"Whatever, lets go." Senna waved to the two sitting at the table staring after her with confused expressions and left, trailing behind the ever grinning Shinji Hirako.

They had been friends ever since. They would usually run into each other near the tree that Senna liked to sit in whenever she could get away from the Twelfth Division. She and Ikkaku would spar, mainly because he could get sake out of her when he won, which was almost all the time. While he would be off drinking the sake he won, she and Yumichika would talk, usually about beauty. He had apparently decided she need help with this, so he was giving her little gifts of skin creams and hair products. She didn't mind much, she might be a little rough around the edges, but she was still a girl.

'Hmm, come to think of it I could use more of that skin cream,' Senna thought to herself. 'I'll bug Yumichika later.'

"Hey!"

Blinking over to an annoyed Ikkaku, Senna responded with a dull, "What?"

"We're here," he stated, while sliding open a door that allowed them access into a rather dark and cramped office. At least she thought it was supposed to be an office, it was hard to tell.

"We got her, Captain," Ikkaku said to the large Zaraki, who had gotten up from behind a desk that looked very small compared to him and was walking towards her with a grin that made her fidget.

"What the-" Senna looked down when there was a sudden pressure around her waist, it turned out to be a little pink haired girl with a very large smile. The girl was swinging around on Senna's waist as if she were a toy.

"YAY! You must be the new girl, Senna, right?" The little girl asked with a childish giggle.

"Uh-"

"I'm gonna call you Chopsticks, k? And you can call me Yachiru, that lieutenant stuff is silly." The little pink haired girl stared up at Senna, who just looked blankly back down at her.

"So, Kenny, where's she gonna be placed?"

Apparently the girl lost interest in Senna for the time being and had jumped onto Zaraki's shoulder, propping her little head up on his shoulder as she kicked her feet in the air.

"No idea," Zaraki replied in a deep voice.

Everyone but Senna looked at him like he was joking.

"But, Kenny, how do we know where to place her?" Yachiru asked curiously in her chirpy voice.

"You two," he said pointing at Ikkaku and Yumichika. "Deal with it." And then he walked off.

Ikkaku scratched his head for second before he turned to grin at Senna.

"Well, this should be fun."

Senna glanced at him, ignoring the devious grin on his face, and shrugged.

~A/N~

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