AN: is thar anything to say? OH YEAH I REMEMBER NOW. i remember who i forgot to put in fer pairings! nanaoxshunsui. i think they're so cuute =W= so rukia goes around town with her new friends yoruichi and kisuke. when i said i chose MAJOR characters who fit the role, i kinda lied. i actually am not a fan of hinamori, but i thought nanao would be lonely so i added her. so i hope you get a great laugh from the roles i set fer people :D also, i read over the reviews and a lot of people said they wanted to see ichigo's bad side. well here it is. ;D man i keep forgetting things! x3 i know that the arrancar and shinigami aren't really friends, but lets just make them friends for the sake of my shitty story :D sorry, no sexy dreams in this one ;D but the dream does foreshadow something that happens in later chapters ;) enjoy~ this has to be the longest chapter yet xD
Once that dream had attacked me, I hadn't slept the whole night. My eyes wide open, afraid that if I closed them, the same images might haunt me. When I had finally decided to close my eyes, Uryuu opened the door, calling my name. "Miss Rukia. It is time to awake." I cursed aloud as he raised an eyebrow, opening the large curtains for the light to shine in. "A little home sick, are we?" He asked as I shook my head, squinting as the light hit my eyes. Uryuu raised an eyebrow, a contemplative expression rousing on his straight face. "A fright, I presume?" A fright? Perhaps, though it seemed enjoyable. Here came the insanity once more. Where had those dreams come from? I barely knew the bloody boy... man... person! This is frustrating. "Ah yes, Miss Rukia, you must wake the Master and the two young misses. Breakfast shall be ready in half an hour." Uryuu twirled around and left the room. Bloody hell. I didn't want to wake him up. He would probably attack my face for waking him up. I shuddered; that was a horrendous thought.
I slowly crawled out of the large bed and slipped into my slippers. I walked into to the bath, standing on the tips of my toes to look at myself in the mirror. Why do they have to make the mirrors so high for people like me? I sighed angrily, splashing warm water onto my sleepy face. (AN: my stupidity is keeping me from figuring out how they brushed their teeth and if they did, so if anyone wants to help, please do...) I left the bright bathroom and entered my room, strolling to the closet. As I opened it slowly, I brushed past all of my casual clothing to find my sword, safely tucked away in the back. Thank goodness. I picked out a simple violet blouse and a long gray skirt. I suppose Brother had stripped me of my formal clothing for further excavation, I hadn't found my evening gowns. Scowling beyond belief, I locked all the doors and undressed. My second day in this mad house and I still hadn't figured out my way around. My second day in this excuse of a castle and I still hadn't met the renowned doctor. My second day in this bloody maze and I still hadn't known more than five names.
As I fastened the bow around my waist that held the skirt up, I looked at the shoes from afar, debating which I should wear. I slipped on a pair white socks, walking to the corner where my shoes laid. I picked a pair of simple ballerina slippers and poked my feet into them. Walking to the small door that separated the Young Master - it had become a habit of calling him the 'Young Master'-, I unlocked the door and entered. I saw him laying there on his side, his eyes closed with his shoulder rising silently. I walked slowly and steadily, the beautiful smell making my head spin. I stopped for a moment. inhaling deeply. What was so special about this smell? Brother had worn cologne, Renji had worn cologne. And yet, that tingle this smell brings to my back makes me wonder.
Standing next to the edge of the bed, I reached out to shake his bare shoulder. His skin against mine felt... odd. I shook his shoulder hard; it was his bloody fault that I had these bloody dreams and is feeling these bloody feelings. The Young Master grunted in frustration, nearly snapping my wrist as he took it into his giant hand, hard. His eyes opened into a glare, his lips scowling at me. "What do you think you are doing, woman?" I see he had acquired a new habit as well; calling me 'woman.' I returned the dark scowl, my eyes narrowed into slits. I was a noble, not a maid! I should not be treated this way! As I struggled to release myself from his firm grip, he noticed this and let go.
"My name is not 'woman.'" I snarled at him, to which he sat up and hit me in the head gently. I scoffed and glared at him as he threw the blankets off of him. "Learn manners, you insolent little brat." The Young Master threw at me as he hopped off the bed. I continued to glare as I opened the curtains roughly, the sunlight hitting him in the face as he hissed. "Damn it, you foul witch! What are you trying to do? Blind me?" He barked loudly, covering his eyes from the sudden light. What was he? A vampire? "Not used to mornings, are you?" I asked grimly, a dark scowl on my face as I opened the other curtain. He laughed sarcastically as he looked himself in the large mirror. "What is it to you?" He growled as he picked a shirt from the large, revolting cologne drenched closet, closing the door with a loud bang.
"As long as I am here, I shall make every morning a waking hell for you." I barked at him with a snide, evil grin on my face as I made his bed. He scoffed disbelievingly, throwing his clothing onto the newly made bed. "Get out. I need to change." He barked with a scowl as I frowned, backing away through the opened door. I closed it and left, my mind screaming at me. Bloody hell, I forgot to ask where the young misses' rooms were. Too late now. I sighed and left my room.
I walked down the hall, and to my little surprise, there weren't very many people awake. I rounded the corner to the kitchen, in hopes of finding either Kisuke or Yoruichi awake to help me. What was I thinking? They were chefs, they had to be awake. I entered the steamy kitchen, the smell of burnt food made me cough. "Kisuke! You bloody idiot! I said put the eggs into the pot! Not into the pan!" I heard Yoruichi snarl at Kisuke, who ran for another basin of water. "A thousand apologies, Yoruichi! I hadn't mean to!" Kisuke said as he dumped the water onto the burning pan. More steam began to hiss and engulf the room as I coughed some more, catching the undivided attention of an angry Yoruichi and a scared Kisuke. "Down the next four halls, take a left, and on your second right." They both said. I was amazed. How did they know what I was going to ask?
I left quickly and went the directions. I came across once bedroom with the initials 'Y', 'K', and 'K', 'K'. I supposed they shared a room? I opened it gently, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. I saw large twin beds, looking up to the ceiling, I saw a beautiful chandelier in the shape of a full moon with small crystals hanging off the end. I looked around to see many dolls and a large toy box on one side, and on the other was filled boyish toys. On either sides were large dressers. I peered underneath the sheets to see a light brunette, child-like face sleeping. On the opposite side was a more boyish face with dark hair. I walked to the light switch, the moon turning to a sun, the ceiling shifting from a dark gray atmosphere to a bright blue and sunny one. The two figures sat up and groaned, stretching their arms. They seemed sour, but once they saw my confused face, they returned an equally confused face.
"What ever so happened to the other lady?" The more feminine one began. They looked at each other before shrugging. "I believe she's pasted. Such a tragic loss." I said as they both smiled. Should they be mourning, instead of grinning? "She was a witch." The other one said with a nasty expression. I nodded, listening intently. I could learn a few things from these two. "I am very glad she is gone." The light brunette girl said as she climbed out of bed. She walked slowly towards me, curtsying with her nightgown. "Kurosaki Yuzu, Miss?" Yuzu said sweetly, a genuine smile on her face. I smiled, curtsying as well. "Kuchiki Rukia." The other one did not curtsy nor did she wear a nightgown. Instead she nodded at me and wore pants and a loose blouse. "Kurosaki Karin. I presume you are Brother's newest maid?" She asked. I nodded, opening my mouth to speak, but she had cut me off. "He will find a way to get rid of you. Two weeks and you shall be gone." Karin said it grimly as she exited the room with her hands in her pockets.
What on earth was she speaking of? Get rid of me? Do... do they mean that he killed the previous maid? A cool ripple touched my spine as Yuzu noticed my sudden uneasiness. She laughed nervously, putting on her slippers as she explained. "What... Karin means is that... Brother doesn't like the maids Father picks for him. So, he finds ways to get rid of them... This time was food poisoning, but he didn't mean to kill her, honest." Yuzu murmured with pure generosity. She bowed slightly and exited the room with light and feeble steps. Bloody hell. That was the highlight of my day.
If he intended to dispose of me, how would he? Would the Young Master behead me? Or would he boil me frail body in oil? Throw me into a river? Feed me to wild animals? Lock me away in a dungeon? Well, if he did so, I would make sure he couldn't. I closed the door behind myself, walking down the hall to the kitchen. I had saw that the smoke had subsided, both Yoruichi and Kisuke covered in soot. Yoruichi noticed me first and as I neared her to ask what had happened, she shoved a plate into my hands. I inspected the plate of mysterious mush, Kisuke tossed a fork at me. "Enjoy." Yoruichi said kindly through her teeth. I looked at Kisuke who sat atop a tall stool, his head down as he smiled nervously. Yoruichi climbed onto another tall stool, eating the mysterious substance. "May I ask. What is it?" I inquired. Yoruichi raised an eyebrow before smirking. "Leftovers. For breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Enjoy." She said with her eyes narrowed slightly. I nodded, taking a piece of the 'leftovers' and ate it slowly. Aside from its horrendous appearance, it was delicious.
We ate in silence, when a meow burst out of nowhere. It came through the opened window, crawling onto the counter and into Kisuke's open arms. He set the cat down onto the floor to which Yoruichi set down a saucer of milk. The black cat lapped the milk noisily as we all watched. It seemed that this cat came by everyday. I had seen it for a brief moment yesterday, and it had been sleeping last night. "What is its name?" I asked as Kisuke scratched behind its ears. "He doesn't have a name. But I call him 'Mister Yoruichi.'" Kisuke said proudly as Yoruichi scoffed, yet another smirk on her face. I looked at both the cat and Yoruichi, making out not very many similarities. Dark skin (or fur), golden eyes, and their figures were virtually the same. I suppose the name fit. My plate was empty as Kisuke took it, tossing the three plates and utensils into the large sink. He stretched his arms as he looked around before asking Yoruichi something. "Don't we have to buy more things today, Yoruichi?" She shrugged as he wiped her hands clean on the apron she wore, taking it off. "I suppose." She replied. I looked at the both of them as they both grinned at me. I raised an eyebrow as Kisuke began to talk once more. "Not only that, but I believe Miss Rukia should meet them." He said, walking to a rack to pick up an orange coat, handing it to Yoruichi. Them? Who was them?
"Would you care to join us, Miss Rukia?" Kisuke asked, his attire consisting of a green striped jacket, a matching hat, and a cane. Did I not have maid duties? Oh, well. "Will it be okay? I do have maid duties." I said, hoping they would find a way for me to still come along. Kisuke waved a hand at me, rolling his eyes slightly. "Forget about that hot-headed little boy. Just come along. It will be most fun!" He said, as I nodded, smiling. Yoruichi and Kisuke left with me to my room. They had said it would be a long journey down the mountain, and I should bring a coat. "It will get very cold inside the carriage, Young Miss." Yoruichi said as we entered. They looked around in amazement as I fished for a coat. "This is certainly bigger than our room, huh, Yoruichi?" I heard Kisuke ask. 'Our room'? They had shared a room? Interesting. As I found one, the two began talking to each other.
"I think she will like baker the most." I heard Kisuke begin. Yoruichi shook her head, "The shoemaker is far more interesting." Kisuke laughed, leaning on his cane. Why did he have a cane? He seemed young for his age. I looked at the both of them, fastening the last buttons. "Finished. Now, shall we go?" I asked. The two nodded and led the way down the halls. We pasted very little people who paid no attention to us as we neared the large doors. That was when I asked many questions. "Kisuke? Why do you carry a cane? What is so important about the people we are meeting? Shouldn't we tell somebody we are leaving?" Both Kisuke and Yoruichi laughed as my cheeks burned. "When the time comes, I shall tell you of my cane. These people are our friends, and they shall soon become yours as well. If somebody asks us of our departure, we shall tell them we went to the market to buy ingredients. We are chefs, are we not?" Yoruichi shot him a glare, as he laughed heartily. "You are a chef's assistant. I am the chef." His laughter died as he frowned. "Yes. A chef's assistant. How could I forget." The three of us laughed as left the large doors, Kisuke calling on a carriage.
We entered the carriage, Kisuke and I sitting across from Yoruichi who had her legs crossed. The carriage began to move as I stared out the window. My had been tangled with thoughts as I stared absentmindedly; Where had those dreams come from? Those... odd dreams. They had seemed so real. From the touch, to the sounds to the feeling. It was... frightening. The thought of insanity crept into my mind once. Is that the insanity that I had thought about? As I contemplated this quietly, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. I listened to the rattle of the carriage, the near silent murmurs and chuckles of both Yoruichi and Kisuke. I felt something cover my cool body up, hearing somebody murmur to me, "Sleep now, Young Miss. Sleep now." The last thing I had heard before my mind drowned in thoughts was, "Do you believe she can be one of us?"
"You're a horrible swordsman." He snarled as he thrust the sword once more. She dodged it by a hairline, raising the sword above her head as she slashed down. He moved away swiftly, taking her by the wrist. "I have told you once, and I do not mean to tell you twice." She hissed at him, pulling away from his grip. She ran at him, letting out a battle cry as he braced himself. Once in range, he had cut her wrist gently, knocking the sword out of her hands. She glared at him, gingerly taking her hand into the other. He walked towards her, scowling as he set his sword down gently. "Come here." He insisted under his breath as she back away. "Leave me be." She growled, the blood dripping in between her fingers. He rolled his eyes, taking her injured hand into his own forcefully. "You are stubborn." He muttered to her as she ripped her hand from his grip. "Leave me alone!" She shouted at him as he glowered. "You insisted that I be your teacher, and teach I shall. Come here, and let me see your wound." Hesitantly, she did as so, letting him take her hand softly. He ripped part of his shirt, wrapping it around the small but fairly deep cut. She watched his face closely; intent and caring. That was different than she had seen. He dropped her hand, picking up his sword and turned away. "We're finished for tonight." The moon glistened around the large wheat that surrounded them. She frowned, picking up her own sword. "No! We must continue." She pleaded as he walked away.
She ran after him to which he turned around to her nearly slicing down his shoulder. He snatched her wrist roughly, holding it up in the air as he looked down at her. "You bloody fool. I told you. Enough is enough." He squeezed her injured wrist tightly, making her call out in pain. He let go of her wrist as she glared at him. He looked back, his face softening gently. "Come, let us go." He said, his lips twisting into a frown. She shook her head as he sighed exasperatedly. "We. Are. Not. Done." She said stubbornly. He growled under his breath, taking her by the collar of her blouse. She yelped in surprise as he brought her face near her, feeling his hot breath against my skin. "You insolent dimwit. Do not doubt your master." He muttered to her, ripping four equal holes into the collar of her blouse. He didn't let go as she stared him down. "I do not want to hurt."
I awoke to the sounds of screeching, rubbing my head gingerly. That was an odd dream. I hadn't seen the faces of the two people, though I had an odd feeling that I had known them. When I rubbed my eyes groggily, sitting up straight, Yoruichi and Kisuke had stopped their conversation. I took the coat off that Kisuke placed over me and thanked him as he took it. We exited the carriage, entering the village known as 'Karakura.' It was bustling with activity, both Yoruichi and Kisuke smiling pleasingly.
"Come now, Young Miss. We must go farther into the village." Kisuke said as we began walking. I looked at the various shops and markets, many women and small children running around and about. I had never been in Karakura, since Brother had never let me out of his guards sight. I had been by hills and rivers near Karakura, however. The number of people had subsided when we came to a dead end. I looked at Kisuke and Yoruichi who looked straight ahead. Kisuke walked towards the stone wall, feeling around it as he smiled and pushed in a stone. The stone fell onto the other side -which scared the living day lights out of me- as he stuck his hand into the fairly large hole. I watched closely, hearing a click echo on the other side as the door opened like a door. Yoruichi looked around before nodding at Kisuke, who motioned for me to enter. I did as so with the two following as Kisuke closed the door behind us. I looked around, amazed. It was yet another town, except this was far smaller with only so many shops. There was a large field -that had look awfully familiar- and various small ponds. It was deserted from the looks of it.
Kisuke and Yoruichi began to walk without me as I called after them to wait. They both smiled as I caught up with them, Kisuke and Yoruichi putting one of their hands onto my shoulder as though I was their own. "Who shall we meet first?" Kisuke asked as Yoruichi shrugged. "The seamstress and thread weaver." They both decided as we walked towards the first shop ahead of us. As we entered through the door, a bell rung loudly as well as a groan. The smell of fine wines and cotton made me cough slightly as foot steps came from the protruding stair case. "Ran! Wake up! I think we got customers!" An odd sounding voice said as another groan erupted. "Shut up, Gin! I know! They're down here!" A more feminine voice said from underneath dresses. With a few more steps, a fox-faced man with odd silver hair came down with a generous smile. He wore a loose dress shirt with a tie and a pair of dark pants.
"Ran, o' dear Ran. Why di'n't'cha greet them?" He asked with the strangest accent. Up sat a busty woman wearing a dress, her golden hair sticky to her face. She scowled at the man addressed as Gin as he continued to smile. "Because, Gin, we know them." She pressed. Gin chuckled as he wiped his hands. "O' right. Sorry, Ran. Di'n't mean ta wake ya." He apologized. Gin neared us, bowing as he grinned. "Urahara, Princess Yoru. How do ya do?" He asked with abnormal nicknames. Kisuke and Yoruichi both smiled as the lady addressed as Ran staggered towards us. "Positively splendid, Gin, thank you for asking. And I see you've had a bit too much to drink once again, Rangiku?" Kisuke asked as she frowned. "I guess. So what brings you here?" Kisuke pushed me in front of the two as Gin propped an elbow onto Rangiku's shoulder. "Presenting, Master Ichigo's newest maid. Miss Kuchiki Rukia." The two inspected me carefully before Gin took my hand swiftly. "Nice ta meet'cha, Miss Rukia. I'm Ichimura Gin an' this is Ran." I smiled at his hospitality as Rangiku pushed him out of the way, Gin falling to the floor with a loud oof. "My name is actually Rangiku. Matsumoto Rangiku." She said as we exchanged curtsies. "Nice to meet you two." I said as they both smiled.
"Yes, yes. Now please forgive us Gin, Rangiku. I believe Miss Rukia must meet the rest of our friends." Kisuke said quickly as the two nodded. "O' course, o' course. Is she one o' us, though? Ah well, we'll see. Bye bye, now, Princess Yoru, Urahara." Gin said as he pushed us out the door. We walked down the dirt road as I began to wonder. Princess Yoru? Urahara? I looked up at the two who stared ahead intently. "Kisuke? Yoruichi? Why had Gin call you two by those odd names?" The two whispered somethings to each other before looking at me. "Miss Rukia. You shall learn the true meaning once the time comes. For now, do not think too much of it." With that, we entered the next shop.
Here sat a small looking boy with white hair, reading what was on the counter in front of him. I looked around to see many shoes and presumed that he was the shoemaker. He looked up at the sounds of the bell, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brow. "Yoruichi, Urahara. What brings you here?" He said as he fixed his piercing blue eyes onto me, sitting up straight. "We've brought a new friend, Toshiro. The newest maid to Master Ichigo!" Kisuke introduced me once more. The boy... man addressed as Toshiro looked at me before turning his attention to the paper. "She seems worthy. Is she one of us?" He asked solemnly. What had they mean about I being one of them? Kisuke chuckled, "We do not know quite yet." He nodded without looking back up, I opened my mouth to speak. "You quite young to have a store." His white eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he kept silent. Kisuke began to laugh nervously as Yoruichi began to talk. "Toshiro, I believe we must leave now. When we find out, we shall tell you." He didn't say anything as he nodded, waving his hand as his eyes moved across the page.
"Are you insane? You never ask how old the shoemaker is!" Kisuke hissed at me as we entered the next building that was fairly large. It seemed empty, but as our footsteps echoed, out came two woman who stared at me nervously. "Miss Yoruichi. Newest maid, I presume?" One with glasses asked as she held a large book. The other that had her hair tied up as a bun smiled at me. "Yes, Nanao, Momo. This is Kuchiki Rukia. And no, we do not know yet if she is one of us." The two closed their mouths and nodded, leaving us as they continued walking around. I looked around to see many shelves filled with books, varying in size. I had assumed they were the book keepers. We left quickly, walking towards the field of large wheat. I had wondered why we needed to meet these people, why we left so quickly when we had, and what they had mean if I had been 'one of them.'
Underneath the comfort of a makeshift roof sat two men, conversing and sipping tea. One had dark hair and wore a Japanese pink haori, flourished with flowers over his white shirt while the other white-haired one wore a simple white shirt. As they noticed us, they smiled. "Kisuke, Yoruichi, my friends. How do you do?" The white-haired one had asked. They smiled as they answered, "Jushiro, Shunsui, we do very well. How about you?" Kisuke asked as they nodded, "Fairly well." They both answered. "And that must be?" The man with dark hair asked as he sipped his tea. They explained who I was once more, getting the same answers. I must know what they are all apart of.
We walked towards another shop that emitted screams of torture and the smell of wines. "Shinji! You lowly piece of shit!" Screamed a feminine voice. All three of us winced as the window broke, a blonde man bleeding from the side of his head. I gasped but Kisuke held me back, telling me this was common. The door opened and a young blonde girl with her hair held up by pigtails snarled at the man on the ground who stood up and braced himself. She didn't wear a dress nor a skirt, but boys attire. The shirt was a tad to big for her, rustling in the wind as she lunged at him. Kisuke grabbed her by the waist, pulling her off the ground and setting her somewhere else as Yoruichi helped the man addressed as Shinji off the ground. "Miss Rukia, this is Shinji," Kisuke said motioning towards the blonde man, "And this is Hiyori. The wine brewers." He said motioning to the girl. Hiyori scoffed as Shinji held his throbbing head, smiling weakly.
"Man, Hiyori. Ya gotta calm down. I could've died there." Shinji said as Hiyori glared. She spat onto the ground, crossing her arms. "So. What is she? One of you? 'Cause she couldn't be one of us." Hiyori asked. Oh joy! Now there is another group! Kisuke chuckled, "Dear Hiyori, you and I are no different." She scoffed and turned around with Shinji following behind her. Before he had closed the door, he winked at me, making my cheeks burn slightly.
Kisuke rolled his eyes as two mysterious figures came towards us. One had dark hair with green eyes, and equally green lines running down either side of his face. The other man was taller and had bright blue hair with the same color around his eyes. They both wore trench coats and hats, either of them with their hands in their pockets. "Urahara. Yoruichi." The green-eyed one said as he stared at me. The other one scoffed, leaning down to inspect me. "She is definitely one of you." He decided as he began walking away. "Grimmjow, you trash, get back here." The dark-haired one snapped as the man addressed as Grimmjow stopped. "You're not the boss of me, Ulquiorra." He growled. Kisuke laughed nervously once more, waving his hands in front of him. "Go on ahead, Ulquiorra, we must be getting ahead to meet the others." The man addressed as Ulquiorra scoffed and turned away, leaving us to our next destination. "Who were those two?" I asked as we made our way to the next large building. "They are news reporters. They make the newspapers around here." I nodded as we entered a quiet atmosphere. There was a jail cell that was empty and a man sitting behind the desk, reading a book I presumed. He had fairly dark skin and wore glaring glasses. Two children ran about, one red-headed boy and a shy-looking girl. The three of them smiled at Kisuke and Yoruichi when we entered.
"Urahara! Miss Yoruichi!" The man said, his voice booming as footsteps aroused. A man with brunette hair with a lock set between his eyes came out to greet us. Kisuke's smiled had faltered when the man appeared. "Tessai. Jinta. Ururu. Aizen. This is our newest friend, personal maid to Master Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia." Kisuke introduced me once more. Aizen bent down to inspect me as he stood up straight. "Who is she with?" He asked as the red-haired boy known as Jinta scoffed, crossing his arms. "She's one of us, of course!" Aizen rolled his eyes and disappeared behind the walls. This was confusing. The man named Tessai frowned at Aizen as I looked around. "May I ask, what is it you people do here?" I asked as the shy girl addressed as Ururu answered. "We're the police department." I nodded as Kisuke said his farewells and dragged us out of there.
The next building smelled of flowers, and as we entered, it was calm. The three people behind the large counter was tending to a vase and hadn't looked up as we entered. "Love, Rose, Lisa." Kisuke greeted as they finally looked up. The three figures looked at me as they snipped the ends of various flowers, dropping them into the vase. "She must be one of you." The man with blonde, curly hair named Rose assumed. Kisuke chuckled as Yoruichi answered. "Actually, we do not know yet." The three nodded, the woman with glasses and a long braid running down her back turning to read the paper. The dark skinned man with giant hair known as Love picked the clear vase up and handed it to me, as I took it gingerly. "Welcome, miss?" He asked as all three of answered with my name. Love, Rose and Lisa nodded as they disappeared, tending to flowers. We said farewell and left. Kisuke and Yoruichi informed me that the next building is second to last.
As we entered the bloody and foul smelling building, we had stepped in on two men bickering. One had been bald with red outlined eyes, while the other had an odd hair cut. "I am too beautiful to cut meat! You know it, Ikkaku!" The one with hair said, flaunting it dramatically. The bald one addressed as Ikkaku snarled as he picked up a large knife, cutting down into the bone of the meat perched on the board. "You worry too much of beauty, Yumichicka!" He growled as the one addressed as Yumichicka scoffed. We watched carefully as they screamed at each other, and when they had finally noticed, the screaming hadn't cease. When it finally subsided, they apologized and asked what Kisuke and Yoruichi were doing here. I held the vase of flowers that Love, Rose and Lisa gave me as Kisuke introduced me. I hadn't been listening, but had heard the same thing. They nodded as they began bickering again, we left.
Kisuke began to laugh as I looked up, "The baker is one to see." Yoruichi agreed as we entered the wondrous smelling bakery. I stopped at the doorway, afraid to step in further. Behind the counter stood a very large man with man scars on his with a little girl with pink hair perched on his back. He glared at Kisuke and Yoruichi, who laughed at my reaction. They pulled me inside as I stood against the wall, trying to stay as far away as I could. The large man chuckled loudly as he tried to kneed the small lump of dough in front of him. "Kenny! You're doing it wrong!" The little girl whined, as the large many growled at her. "Yachiru! I told you to shut up! I know what I am doing!" Yoruichi and Kisuke were doubling over in laughter as my eyes went wide. This was the baker? This large man? "Now, now, Kenpachi, Yachiru. No need to fuss. This is Kuchiki Rukia. Tell me Kenpachi, Yachiru, can she be one of us?" Yoruichi said soothingly as the two stared intently. Kenpachi scoffed, turning back to the large oven. "She's weak. I don't think she can do it." He said doubtingly. I frowned, as Kisuke patted my shoulder reassuringly.
"Everybody else had said she would make it." Kenpachi began to laugh scornfully, opening the oven where steam attacked him, a burnt smell making our noses wrinkle. "Ah! Kenny! You burnt it!" The little girl named Yachiru screamed. Kisuke and Yoruichi laughed once more, before speaking. "Well I believe you two are busy. We shall leave you two now. Good luck... baking, Kenpachi." Kisuke said as he tried to hold in his laughter while Yoruichi laughed under her breath. We left the bakery and walked towards the stone door again.
I must know what they mean. What do they mean? This was all confusing. And all of those odd people. Gin, Rangiku, Toshiro, Jushiro, Shunsu, Nanao, Momo, Shinji, Hiyori, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, Tessai, Jinta, Ururu, Aizen, Love, Rose, Lisa, Yumichicka, Ikkaku, Kenpachi and Yachiru. What was so special about them? And why did they need to know if I was 'apart of them'? This... is not normal. I kept silent as I entered the carriage, thinking intently as we rode home. We didn't even buy ingredients for lunch.
AN: this is the longest chapter ever. sorry if it's boring Dx