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Tales of power and ambition and intrigue and betrayal and desire. When you're telling those in a big way, you automatically want to go to Shakespeare.

Beau Willimon

Chapter 6

Christa's POV

"You mean I still have to go to school?" I yelled at the man standing in front of me.

Dr. Kurosaki had called Ryuken while I had slept. Uryu, had tried to stop him but the doctor insisted that Ryuken must be told about the accident. Ryuken made no effort to pick us up. Instead, he sent Mr. Yoritomo.

"Master Ishida gave me explicit instructions. To drive you to school. He said that you could not be trusted to reach the school grounds on your own."

"Doesn't he care that we got hurt? I mean look at us!" I said sweeping my arms for emphasis.

"Master Ryuken stated that had you not gone out and um… partied… all night, you would not have been in the accident, and that if you could stay out all night, then you could still go to school. I am sorry Miss Parks, I have no control over the situation."

"If they still have to go, why not let them walk with me?" a new voice asked. I spun around to see an orange haired teen staring straight into Yoritomo's eyes.

"Kurosaki." Uryu muttered with a hard stare.

"Ishida." the orange haired teen replied with a curt nod and a scowl.

"Well… I… well you see, Master Ishida would be very displeased if I didn't deliver Miss Parks there personally." Yoritomo stammered.

"Eh," Ichigo scowled. "You're telling me that you expect them to just jump up and make it to school. Do you know how many stitches my dad and sister had to put into her back alone?"

Yoritomo jumped at the sudden growl Ichigo's voice now carried. "No sir, I do not. If I don't get her to school, it could mean my job!"

"Are you going to be the one to stitch her back up if she opens her wounds?" Ichigo asked.

"As I am not a doctor, I do not believe that I would be qualified for such a task." Yoritomo admitted. Yoritomo then sighed. "If you feel like you must then I cannot stop you, nor can I force Miss Parks to come with me."

Yoritomo then walked outside. We waited for the sound of a car pulling away, but it didn't come. A second later, Yoritomo came through the door once more. This time, he was carrying a bag.

"This is your school uniform. You must wear it for class. We would not want for you to be dress coded on your first day, would we now?" Yoritomo said with a small smile.

"Thank you for everything." I said with a slight bow.

"Miss Parks, I am only doing my job. You do not have to thank me." Yoritomo said honestly. He then returned to the limo outdoors.

"We really didn't need your help, Kurosaki." Uryu stated.

"Seems to me that you and your English speaking friend did need some help." Ichigo replied. He walked to the door then stopped. "Well?"

"Well what?" I asked.

"Are you two coming or did I just waste my time?"

"We're coming, just let me get dressed right quick!" I said as I took off for the bathroom.

Elijah's POV

"Where have you been?" Shinji asked as I sat in the middle of the training field.

"I've been here." I replied absentmindedly.

"Ya shouldn't lie, ya know. I saw you sneakin out last night." Shinji sat down next to me. He then began to smirk. "Did ya find ya any hot chicks?"

"Yeah, I…Shut the hell up! I wasn't looking after anyone!" I yelled as a blush flew into my cheeks.

"Don't tell me you were out killing Hollows all night. I told ya not to do that without one of us. Besides, that's the Soul Society's job not ours." Shinji deadpanned.

"So what if I did? It's not like you guys do anything" I yelled, anger spilling from my voice.

"Just going out and killing Hollows is a good thing, but it brings too much attention to us. Ya have to be extremely careful not to be found out. We're exiles because of what we are."

"So, you want me to be a good little soul reaper and do as you say, right?" I asked with pinprick eyes.

"Yeah, that's about right. In the meantime, you will be training with Hachi again. He wanted you to be, in his words, 'a well rounded individual in all forms of shinigami combat.'"

"In English?" I asked irately.

"Hachi was part of the Kido corp. In fact, he was the lieutenant. That means he will probably be teaching you Kido since that is the only thing you really haven't been shown, except for maybe shunpo." Shinji supplied.

"I would ask what Kido is, but I figure that Hachi will end up explaining it all to me." I muttered.

"Somethin up, kid?"

"Nah, I just have a lot on my mind." I replied.

"Alright, come on."

"What?" I asked out of surprise.

"We are going into town to get something to eat." Shinji replied. "Once a week, we all go into town to get a bite from one of the local restaurants. I'll tell the others that we are doing it today instead of Wednesday."

"And how would like me to order? You going to do it?" I asked as Shinji gave me a confused stare, allowing for me to continue my rant. "It would pretty funny really. 'And my friend here would like to have the Chow Mein.' Of course the waiter won't be able to see me and will look at you like you're nuts and call some loony bin to take you away."

"How annoying. Chow Mein is Chinese not Japanese." Shinji said shaking his head. "How long have you been out of your body?"

"I don't know, a couple of weeks?" I replied.

"Yep, it's time for ya to get back inside it. When a human becomes a substitute shinigami, they tend to act like pregnant women a bit if they don't return to their bodies every so often. Getting back to it should stop your mood swings." Shinji said with a large grin.

I nearly pounced on him right then and there, but something flew into the back of my head and knocked me forward. Uncontrolled laughter followed.

"You should really pay more attention to your surroundings ya dumb ass." Hiyori laughed.

"Good one. Nice to see that someone else gets treated as bad as me."

"Shaddup!" she yelled as she threw her other sandal at Shinji as hard as she could. Shinji sidestepped causing the throw to miss. Shinji smirk grew larger, until a large rock smashed into his face.

"What was that for, ya midget?" Shinji yelled, clutching his face.

"I told ya to shut the hell up!" Hiyori roared as she threw an even larger rock, this one hitting him in the forehead sending him backwards.

"Hiyori, enough. We need to leave soon if we want a table." Kensei said with his arms folded.

"Yeah, yeah, I was through anyways." she replied shooting Shinji a look that clearly read, 'don't mess with me, dumb ass.'

"Come on. Your body is over here." Love said as he waved for me to follow. We walked to the very edge of the training ground to a door that seemed like it led to a supply closet. "There you go just hop in and we will get you down."

"You shoved me in some closet?" I yelled. The door Love threw open led to exactly what I thought, a closet. My body was hanging by my shirt on a hook on the far wall. The closet was filled with more hooks and sharp blades and tools that looked like they were for torture. It basically looked like a torture chamber.

"It's not a closet, it's our equipment room." Love corrected.

"Equipment my ass! This place looks like it's from the dark ages!" I shouted.

"Just get in your body before I throw you in it!" Kensei shouted from behind, causing me to jump.

When I turned, I saw an evil glint in the corner of his eye. Fear filled my being as I scrambled for my body. I looked up at it for a second. It looked more or less like an empty shell.

"Hurry up! I'm starving!" Kensei roared.

True to his word, Kensei hoisted me into the air and threw me at the empty body. I screamed in terror as I flew through the air. I braced for the impact, but something else entirely different happened. I felt as if I was falling into a vat of rubber. My soul form began to merge with my real body. Arms attached to arms, legs attached to legs, and head attached to head.

"Ya might feel a little weird for an hour or so. Yer body hasn't been used in a while and ya are more powerful than ya were the last time ya used it." Shinji said.

I waved my arm as a test and it seemed extremely stiff. I tested my legs head and shoulders. All of which felt stiff and sore. I decided to do a few stretches, hoping to loosen up my muscles, but Hiyori had other plans.

"Get yer ass in gear! We are leaving now! We don't have time for any of yer crap!" she yelled directly in my ear.

"Ok, ok, just stop yelling in my ear!" I shouted back.

"Alright, let's go. Hachi, be sure to lock up when we leave." Shinji said as he turned to leave.

Christa's POV

The walk from the clinic was uneventful. Uryu and I walked side-by-side, whereas Ichigo walked a little bit farther ahead of us. Ever since my abilities awakened when I was attacked, I was able to sense the energy a person had. It was part of the reason I got up so early today despite my injuries. There were so many powerful signatures in a single building that my brain was in a full overload. It was like listening to the radio or a TV that had no signal. It was pure white noise.

Uryu, Elijah, and three weaker pressures, made it hard to sleep, but Ichigo made sleeping impossible. The stoic teen seemed to not notice his affect at all. He made it hard to think much less to concentrate.

"This is going to be a long day." I muttered.

"Ichigo has that affect on people. We liken him to a leaky faucet since he has no control over his reishi. I suggest you try to block out any outside spiritual pressure."

"How would I do that?" I asked.

"Imagine that you are in a room by yourself. Think of every aspect of that room; every crack, creak of the floor, and every shred of light."

I did as I was told and concentrated. At first nothing seemed to happen. I still felt the overbearing weight of the energy around me. As I thought about my room though, I could feel the pressure lift and the noise to dissipate.

"Thanks, Uryu."

"Don't mention it, Miss Parks." Uryu replied.

A few more minutes passed before we made it to the front gate of the school. It was a large multi-floor building with sports fields on one side and several support buildings on the other side. The school crest glistened in the morning sun as students of kinds walked inside the building.

"Iiiccchhhiiigggooo!" a voice cried.

I turned to see that a teen about my age was barreling toward Ichigo with a stupid grin on his face. Ichigo didn't bother turning around. Instead, he held his arm out and performed a perfect clothes line. The teen's head snapped back as he fell on his back.

"Sup, Keigo." Ichigo said passively as he continued to walk toward the school.

"Really Mr. Asano, I do not understand why you continue to greet Ichigo like that. He does the same thing every morning. I guess that's why you are helpless with the ladies." a black haired teen said as he passed by, cell phone in hand.

"Come on, Mizuiro! You're supposed to be my friend!" Keigo yelled as he jumped up and ran after the other teens.

"Please say that they aren't in our class." I muttered.

"Unfortunately, they are. Try ignoring them. It seems to help." Uryu suggested as we walked inside.

We made it to class just before the bell rang. There was a middle aged woman standing in the front of our class. She noticed me right off the bat. As I entered she greeted me with a bow.

"You must be the new exchange student. I am Mrs. Ochi. If there is anything that you need just be sure to ask." the woman said in fluent English.

"Thank you ma'am." I said with a bow.

"It says here that Mr. Ishida will be helping you with your studies. I think it would be best if you sat next to him in the front row. Oh, but before you sit down, let's get you introduced to the class."

"Y-you really d-don't have to." I stuttered nervously.

"A little shy I see. Don't you worry, everyone has had to do this at sometime or another. There is some chalk over by the board. Go write your name on the board over there. Then we will begin class." Mrs. Ochi said as she directed me toward the chalk.

I bravely walked up to the board and wrote my name on it; completely in English. Turned ever so slightly and saw a group of kids in the back snickering. I blushed profusely.

"Class, today we have a new student. This is Christa Parks. She transferred here from the United States."

"What else is new?" someone from the back yelled in English.

"Mr. Toriyama, that is enough out of you." Mrs. Ochi reprimanded before continuing. "She knows very little Japanese. So, while everyone is in class, we will only be speaking in English. It will help with your foreign language studies as well as make her feel more comfortable. You will receive a grade based on how well you are able to speak the language."

There were audible groans from over half the class while many students seemed to be quite pale. I assumed those were the ones who couldn't speak English very well. Then there was the group that looked like they were about to murder me. I decided that it was best to steer clear of them.

"Christa, you may take a seat now."

Before I had a chance to sit down, a raven headed girl shot her hand into the air.

"Mrs. Ochi, is it alright if Christa sat next to me?" the girl said enthusiastically.

"I guess that is alright. Miss Parks you may take a seat next to Miss Kuchiki." I spotted the empty desk next to her and gingerly made my way forward. I quickly sat down shrinking into the said desk.

"My name is Rukia Kuchiki. It is a pleasure to meet you." the girl said with a large smile. She held out her hand for a hand shake. I looked down to see a note written on her hand.

'What are you?' it read.

"I'm, Christa Parks." I said quietly. I hesitated before adding after Uryu nod his head, "Quincy."

"Your from Quincy? Isn't that in New York? I have always wanted to got New York City. I hear that the women there are gorgeous!" the brown haired boy from earlier yelped.

"As if they would ever let you in the country Mr. Asano. They have very strict laws concerning perverts." the black haired teen replied, still texting away, albeit under a text book now.

"Says the guys who has his own harem!" accused Keigo as tears streamed down his face.

"I didn't know that you could speak English." Ichigo said as he turned to look at me from the other side of Rukia.

"Oh Ichigo, I am quite fluent in many languages. English is one of the easiest ones since a large amount of people speak it." Rukia replied with a creepy grin.

"Whatever, old maid." Ichigo muttered under his breathe as a vein popped from Rukia's head.

Suddenly there was a soft beeping from Rukia. She quietly pulled out a phone and stared at the screen. An evil grin formed on her face as she quickly smashed a fist into Ichigo's gut.

"Mrs. Ochi, I think Ichigo is feeling sick!" Rukia cried in her cheery voice.

"Oh, um, well you and Chad take him to the nurses office." Mrs. Ochi muttered as if trying to make sense of what happened to the student who was fine a second ago.

Chad, a very big and muscular Mexican, got up and picked Ichigo up and threw him over his shoulder. He and Rukia hurried out of the classroom.

"Yes, Mr. Ishida?" Mrs. Ochi said as she spotted Uryu's suddenly raised hand.

"Mrs. Ochi, Miss Parks left her school books in her locker. Is it alright if we fetch them?" Uryu asked.

"Alright, you may go." she said, but we were gone before she even finished. A second later, we heard her call after us. "Be sure to hurry back!"

"What are you doing? I had all of my books." I asked as we ran through the hallway.

"I was going to introduce you to my cohorts at lunch. However, I believe that it might be better if you met them while they take care of the Hollow."

We ran out the front door of the school and headed west. Uryu was directing me as we went to stay low until the threat was over. I thought it was rather hypocritical to drag me to the danger then tell me to stay away from the danger. Before I could voice my opinion, the shriek of a hollow ripped through the air.

It stood in the middle of the street. Wreckage had been strewn all over the place. It was as large as a house. It stood on bipedal legs, each the thickness of a tree. It it had two arms and a large, ivory mask that was shaped somewhat like a gorilla's skull. It pounded its chest with two fists the size of small cars. It then proceeded to run directly at Ichigo, who was now wearing black robes and carrying a large cleaver-like blade.

Ichigo yelled as he raised the sword above his head. "Getsuga Tensho!"

A blue wave of energy shot forward in the shape of a crescent. It smashed into the Hollow and neatly sliced it in half. The Hollow slowly began to dissipate as a white cloth wrapped itself around Ichigo's sword. He then placed it on his back.

"Rukia, are there anymore Hollows, or can we head back to class. And while we are on the subject, why the hell did you do that to me? I had Kon! He could have swapped with me!"

"Simple, you deserved it." Rukia replied as she let her hand slip to the hilt of her sword. Her next words turned deathly serious. "Someone's watching us."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to spy on you!" I shouted as I jumped up from my hiding spot behind a dumpster.

"It's you! You're that girl that was at the clinic this morning. Um, what was your name again?"

"Really, Kurosaki? You really are dense." Uryu stated with disdain as he too made himself known.

"You're the Quincy girl. Why did you follow us?" Rukia asked.

"Uryu dragged me out here so I could meet all of you." I replied.

"I see." Rukia said thoughtfully. "I am Rukia Kuchiki. Squad Thirteen of the Thirteen court guard squads."

"I'm Yasutora Sado." the Mexican said.

"But we all call him Chad. I'm Ichigo Kurosaki, substitute Shinigami." Ichigo interjected.

"I'm Christa Parks. I guess I'm a Quincy in training."

"So you aren't an actual Quincy?" Ichigo asked.

"No, not really. I just learned how to summon my bow." I replied meekly.

Elijah's POV

"I knew you would call." the man from before said over the phone.

"I only called to tell you that I am not interested in whatever it is that you want me to do." I replied.

"I see. If that is how you feel, then I must use another means that will persuade you." the man sighed.

"What does that mean." I asked suspiciously.

"Are you free this afternoon?" the man asked.

"I'm with my friends." I replied.

"Meet me where we first met in ten minutes. Come alone."

"Fine, show me whatever you want. It won't change my answer." I replied.

"I think it will. We will be paying a visit to your sister."

Third Person POV

"Have the transceiver programmed immediately. Be sure that all of the stages are set. I want everything to seem as really as possible." the man in an expensive suit said as he hung up the phone.

"Yes master. I take it that our candidate refused your offer?" a young woman in an ankle length black dress asked.

"Yes, however, there is already doubt inside his mind. The insider is planting the seeds. All we have to do is nurture them." the man replied as he rose from a large wing back chair.

Elijah's POV

I told Shinji and the others that I was going on a walk. When they asked about it. I made up some excuse about wanting to explore town. They fell for it easily enough, though Shinji was a bit of a harder case to sell to.

I left the restaurant and made my way down the street. I remembered the man from earlier vividly. He was a hard person to forget. He also felt like he was extremely dangerous. When I was near him, I couldn't sense anything from him, but he set off alarms like a tornado.

"It is good to see you again, Elijah. I hope that I am able to persuade you to my side this time." the man said in the shadows of the alley.

"Don't count on it." I replied.

"I really must be vigilant this time. I wouldn't want to push you away."

"What is it that you want."

"To show you the truth your so-called friends don't want you to see." the man replied. He then grabbed me by the shoulder. "Teleport!"

There was a blinding flash of white light. I felt as though every molecule in my body was being torn apart. A second later the pain disappeared as though it never happened. I opened my eyes and saw a deep blue sky.

"The first time is always the hardest." the man said as he dusted off his left shoulder. "Morgan, how did your mission go?"

"Master, it went according to plan. My cloak was able to get me past the senses of the Substitute soul reaper and his friends. We are receiving audio now."

"Good. Turn it on and let us hear what they are saying." the man said as he handed me a pair of binoculars. "Right there, is the school your sister is attending while she attempts to bring you home."

I looked through the binoculars and true to his word. Christa was on the roof eating lunch. There were several others with her. Then I noticed two people in particular. The black haired midget girl and the tall orange haired teen!

"I'm trying to train so I can bring my brother home. If I can't reason with him, then I'll bring him back by force." I heard her say via the radio.

"You said he had a black Zanpakuto?" the carrot top asked.

"Yes." Christa replied.

"I think I know who you are talking about." the red-head said thoughtfully.

"If he is a threat to the Soul Society, we must alert the Head Captain at once." the black haired girl added.

There was some slight static for a second before Christa's voice came back this time it was extremely sad. "We can't let him get his way, even if that means I have to kill him."

"She is willing to kill me for not going home?" I asked as I took a step back in disbelief.

"It seems a little harsh but we cannot allow him to destroy what little balance remains." the black haired girl continued.

"If I can't persuade him to come home, then I want to be the one to finish this. He is my brother after all."

"You will need to get stronger. If what you say is true and he has only been a Shinigami for a couple of weeks, then he is growing almost as fast as Ichigo did when he first became a Shinigami." the boy with glasses added before the audio cut out.

"Unfortunately, that is what happens when the Soul Society is involved. They twist around ones desires then use them to get what they want. The Visored aren't any different. They plan on recruiting Ichigo Kurosaki. They want to use him to battle a traitor of the Soul Society. You see, the Visored were ordered to train you and to get you to fight for the Soul Society's cause! They have been lying to you from the very beginning."

"What proof do you have? They took me in when I had nowhere to go!" I yelled back bitterly.

"This is all of the proof you'll need." the man replied as he tossed me a recorder.

I caught it and pressed the play button. "Kurosaki is definitely one of us. His Hollow abilities are slowly consuming him from the inside." Shinji's voiced stated.

"You think he will come willingly?" Lisa asked.

"Probably not. From what I can tell, he is wary of newcomers. It will take some convincin." Shinji replied.

"If we can get him to team up with Parks, we would definitely have an advantage over Aizen when the time comes." Kensei added just before recording cut off. I began to tremble after the recording ended.

"What more do you want?" the man asked.

"Nothing. That's all I need." I replied bitterly. I felt betrayed; used.

"Does that mean you will be joining the organization?" the man asked.

"Yeah. I'll join." I replied quietly.

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