If I owned Bleach, the Zanpaku-tos would be in their 'human' forms all the time, not just in Filler arcs. Are they? No. Do I own Bleach? No.
When Byakuya woke up the next morning, it was in a severely uncomfortable position that did absolutely nothing to help with his various aches and pains. Despite this, he didn't move, dreading what the next day at school would bring. It was a day two and day two meant Phys-ed first period. A full seventy five minutes of their crazy teacher, Mr. Zaraki. In Byakuya's opinion, Mr. Zaraki, like Mr. Kurotsuchi, shouldn't be allowed anywhere near impressionable young people. However, some idiot had decided 'hey, let's put a homicidal maniac in charge of kids for a whole day,' and a whole bunch of other idiots had said 'what a great idea! Let's find some appropriately crazy homicidal maniac right away!' Or… something like that.
Groaning a bit, but knowing that his father would murder him if he were even a second late for school, Byakuya rolled out of bed, shivering as the cold air hit his skin. Quickly, he pulled on a pair of designer jeans that his mother had bought him and a designer sweater that she had also bought him. Actually, Byakuya couldn't find one thing in his entire closet that he'd chosen himself and definitely nothing comfortable. It was all brand-name this and designer that, all chosen for aesthetics, not to keep the wearer warm or comfortable. After quickly pulling a pair of impeccably white socks over his bare feet, Byakuya stumbled out of his room, brushed his teeth and headed out the door without bothering to eat.
He came back in several minutes later to grab his jacket and gloves, pulling the cloth around his slim body as protection against the fierce, bone numbing cold that accompanied the first snow of the season. It was early, but since when was it ever not? Now properly equipped to brave the weather, Byakuya slipped out of the door and locked it behind him. If he was lucky, he might even be able to drive himself to school.
No such luck. As usual, Senbonzakura was waiting in his crappy car. Despite the fact that his body was turning into a human-shaped block of ice, Byakuya didn't get in.
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Aw, come on, get in. You'll be late!"
"After you nearly killed me yesterday? I think not."
"Would you rather walk?"
"I can drive myself."
"Do you have keys?"
Crap. Of course he didn't have keys. His parents didn't trust him with the full control of a vehicle, even though with four of them and only three people in the family, one would think that they could spare it. Beaten, Byakuya crawled into the passenger seat.
"Be careful." He warned, buckling himself in.
"I'm always careful," Senbonzakura quipped, backing out of the driveway.
Hisana and Rukia walked to school again, both of them wrapped up in coats from the Salvation Army. Both were relieved when they stumbled through the door of the school into the warmth.
"Look at them," Rukia murmured in her sister's ear. Hisana followed the younger girls gaze to see two boys standing in the bitter cold outside. One was very short and had spiky white hair. The other was much taller with a long mane of dark turquoise hair and an X shaped scar across his face. Both boys seemed to be enjoying the cold and neither showed any inclination to come into the warmth.
"I know the younger one," Rukia continued. "His name's Toshiro. I think he's in your grade. He's a child prodigy. The other guy's his brother, I think."
"Aren't they cold?" Hisana murmured, more thinking aloud than really asking a question.
"Dunno."
Hisana shrugged and continued on her way to her locker, frowning. There were a lot of really weird people in this school, she mused, looking at her schedule.
"Oh suck," somebody said over her shoulder. "You have gym first period. You poor girl!"
Hisana looked up to see who was talking. The voice sounded vaguely familiar. It was the girl who sat next to her during Social Studies… Rangiku?
"Remember me?" the girl asked cheerfully. Hisana nodded. Rangiku grinned at her. "You should come hang out with us at lunch," she offered. "Get to know the school and all that. Plus, we're pretty fun." After a moment of thought, Hisana remembered which group Rangiku hung out with. She was in the big mixed group of guys and girls. "How about it?"
"Um…" Hisana swallowed. She wasn't used to getting invitations to sit with somebody at lunch, especially not from gorgeous, rich, popular girls.
"Renji's already invited your sister," Rangiku continued, as though trying to guess what the problem was.
"Sure?" Hisana tried. Rangiku seemed nice, in an air-headed sort of way.
"Cool!" Rangiku exclaimed, standing up. "See you then!" she skipped off and Hisana stared at her locker. What was that about?
When she walked into the gym, fully changed and slightly apprehensive at what this supposedly dreaded period was supposed to hold, she found that she knew many of the people there. Yoruichi, Soi Fon and the sandy-haired boy with the green and white hat were standing together near a wall. Yoruichi was laughing and Soi Fon was yelling at the sandy-haired boy, who seemed faintly amused. The boy-prodigy, Toshiro was standing with his brother. He looked irritated, probably annoyed that his brother was treating him like the eleven year old that he was. Byakuya was standing against one wall, looking as though he really, really didn't want to be there. Some of Rangiku's friends- pretty boy, bald guy, the crazy-science teacher's daughter and a red headed, well endowed cat-like girl, were also there. There were several others that Hisana recognized and a many that she didn't.
A man whom she was assuming was their teacher strode into the gym. On his shoulder balanced a little pink-haired girl, no older than four or five.
"Alright all you wimps," the man shouted. "Let's get those legs warmed up! Run ten laps of the gym!" The man had a sort of side-ways Mohawk of pointed chunks of hair and an eye patch covered his right eye. As she ran, Hisana began to wonder if this Mr. Zaraki guy was just as crazy as Mr. Kurotsuchi.
As it turned out, he was even worse.
What does Kenpachi do to them? Guess you'll have to wait until next chapter =)
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-Stormy