Disclaimer: I do not own bleach.
Byakuya found the girl annoying.
Not only was she standing way to close to the tenth division captain, but she also hadn't acknowledged any of there ranks. She was probably some ignorant commoner girl. It was a wonder she even had enough discipline to become a shinigami.
He was defiantly going to correct her.
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Miharu stared at the guy with hair curlers who was telling her to bow to them all. It wasn't like she didn't know that they were all high ranked. It was just that she chose to ignore the fact.
She could see that he instantly expected her to give in, so she did the one thing that he would least expect.
Miharu stood in front of him, stuck her chin out, stared him straight in the eye and said in an unmistakeable tone "no".
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Everyone in the room froze.
No one had ever spoken to Byakuya like that. Not only that, but it was by a girl that he no doubt regarded as a lowlife commoner.
Byakuya took a deep breath and repeated his command but it was met with the same response. So Byakuya did something unlike him and gave up.
Instead he asked "Are you Asuka?"
Miharu shook her head in reply, "I am Miharu. Asuka's probably trying to run away about now."
Byakuya gave a visible sigh of relief, having ignored the bit about Asuka as she'd be in his division.
Masumoto however turned to Miharu and hugged her, saying "You're joining the 10th division with us. You'll be the 3rd seat."
Miharu smiled. Third seat wasn't bad to start with, but she knew she could do much better. Especially as it wouldn't be long until the three of them achieved bankai.
But she didn't want to tell them that so instead she hugged Masumoto back, then started dragging 'Shirou-chan' out of the door on a quest to find Asuka, while Masumoto followed on laughing hysterically.
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Asuka was quiet determined in her escape.
So determined that she how found herself scaling sheer white, while the wind was constantly tried to make her fall. She was sure that was Miharu's doing.
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Miharu and Asuka spotted her about the same time that Byakuya looked out the window of the trainee dorm and saw a black smudge on the wall surrounding sereriti. (A/N: Is that even close to the real spelling?)
All three groups were soon gathered at the bottom of the wall looking up at Asuka. It seemed she hadn't noticed them yet, but that would soon change.
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"How are we going to get her down?" Renji asked, evidently not wanting to be the one that would be sent up after her.
Miharu smiled at him, "Easy. All you have to do is catch her."
Seconds later an unusually strong gust of wind knocked her off the wall and she was falling. Poor Renji was trying to get into position to catch her.
Unfortunately he succeeded and was crushed as she was moving quiet fast by the time she hit him.
Everyone nearby winced.
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The three new shinigami were seen escorted to their new rooms and left to settle in.
Emi was pulling out all the weapons and alcohol that she'd brought with her now that she was safely in her room. It really had been a pain carrying it around all day, quiet literally. She had little doubt that it wouldn't last long so was soon out the door on the search for decent bars and off-licences.
Asuka was wondering why her room had an outside lock and bars on the window. Didn't they trust her not to run away? But instead of pondering it more she started taking chunks out of the bars. Soon enough it was like they had never existed, then she realised that it was a 150m sheer drop out of the window and sat down exhausted.
Miharu had dumped her bag and was staring out the window from a comfy position on her futon. She was on the top floor and quiet pleased with the decent sized room. It even had a kitchen, not that she would use it or in fact cook anything remotely edible. But she still was happy to have a kitchen.
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That night Emi got drunk and Asuka started drawing up escape plans.
Miharu however was doing something completely different.
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Miharu was stood at the top of the ruined execution posts staring at the full moon, while it bathed her in its silvery light.
Hitsugaya had felt her reiatsu as she'd silently padded down the corridors in the middle of the night and decided to follow. In fact he was glad he had. Just the sight of her stood there, looking so pure and innocent, was worth all the lost sleep it was costing him.
The light bleached her skin ghostly silver, while her black uniform swirled around her peaceful frame. Her hair was loose and it cascaded down her back in a rippling torrent as it was blown by a wind that could only touch her. Even the hilt of her zanpakuto seemed to glow with an unearthly light of it's own that matched the rest of her body.
But the most startling thing of all was her face. Both relaxed and attentive, it was tipped upwards towards the moon; her bluey silver eyes seemed like windows to the endless emotion behind them.
The very sight of her stirred memories of the warrior priestesses from times when he was still alive.
The thought seemed to fit. She was like a priestess of the moon, staring up at her goddess and preparing to fight for the one she had dedicated her life for.
Hitsugaya carried on watching her until suddenly Miharu's head snapped towards him and he was caught in her endless glare. Slowly he lowered his head and left, having felt like he was intruding.
Neither of them mentioned that night but Hitsugaya never forgot it.
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By the time morning broke Asuka was being hauled back to the 6th division headquarters to meet her captain by Renji. He was already wondering how to get rid of her as she was far too much trouble.
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Byakuya sat in his office and contemplated the newest addition to his division. She was being a nuisance so far with her escape plans, but they could be stopped. However the one thing he wouldn't be able to cope with was if she was as stubborn and disobedient as her cousin.
Miharu didn't know how much of an effect she had made on him but it was huge and he didn't like it. That girl was even worse than Renji.
The office door slid open and a teenage girl of about medium height, with short black hair and glasses was unceremoniously shoved rather violently through the door.
It wasn't the scruffy uniform or the way that she'd stumbled into his office that annoyed him. It was the fact that from just one glance he could tell that she was exactly like her cousin, only worse.
She was stood there holding him in her steady gaze. Her eyes were dark brown, filled with a deep intelligence that was concealed by the thin glass lenses of her glasses.
She was the sort of person who kept all information to herself but that she thought you needed to know and even then only the minimum amount.
In fact the only people she would tell all her information to were those she was closest to, especially Miharu who generally had given her the information to start with.
She was exactly the sort of person that annoyed him no end.
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Emi swung Eroshinu down in a graceful but deadly sweep and Ikkaku couldn't help but marvel in the ferocious beauty as he dodged. He couldn't believe that the slightly hyper bouncy girl could be so deadly, and with such grace.
Emi's uniform swished around her as she danced in and out of his attacks never once being touched. Her short blond hair was swept back roughly but mainly flew free, like a golden halo.
The overall image was that of a young Amazon warrior who would fight to the end. A dagger encased in candy floss.
To all those around her she was death, and would deal them their end without a thought. She was a warrior in the truest definition of the word.
Ikkaku couldn't help but shiver as he fell to the ground and her piercing glare was on him, with her zanpakuto at his throat.
Luckily for him she was in a good mood and spared his life. For a while, anyway.
So they found them, finally. It took a while but the next update will probably take a while.