'Italics'-Orihime and Rikka mind speak.

'Bold and Italics'-Wolf Speak.


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Orihime was curious, really really curious and now was the time she would state that curiosity. They were sitting in the V.I.P. section for some time, casually chatting with each other while she was subtly watching the social interaction occur all around. On the surface the way they conversed seemed normal, mundane, human. But like she had with Ichigo she noticed what they others hadn't. She noticed who was the dominant in the situation and who was the submissive subject. She had to pick out the Alphas and potential allies and observe their patterns and pack. She gave a small sniff and nearly cringed with all the less than pleasant smells floating around, god how did they do this? Without the dampening of her heightened senses it was like someone stuffed a match into her nostrils then threw acid on the burning wounds! Giving her head a slight shake she wrinkled her nose and tried again, this time ignoring the normal stench, focusing through the fog until a coying citrus wafted toward her. It was strong, always fluxing constantly and perhaps a tad bit overbearing but it still good. She turned her head to follow the path and there on another platform was a well muscled man with bells attached to spiked brown hair, an eye-patch a long thin scar running from the top of his forehead to his jaw, and a feral grin plastered onto his face. And feral he was, his energy buzzed with raw ferociousness and Orihime knew he wouldn't be easy to win over. Though he was surrounded by his pack (a beautiful male with short black hair and several highlights and a man with a shaved head) he wasn't relaxed. His stance even sitting down was tensed for battle, his one visible eye scanning for threats, something to sink his teeth into and she knew he would need a firm handling and an incentive, (maybe a fight?) to wind down into a form of submission. He seemed the fighting type, like vicious, no holds bar, down in the dirt fighter. Like he needed to spar like an addict needed his next fix.

His wolf respects power, craves it, demands it. Came the drifting smooth voice from within.

But the question is can I give him that fight? I know we are strong but are we strong enough to face someone like him?

The was a definite pause. No, not yet. We will need time before we attempt to mull him over. Leave him be for now, gather what you need on him and scent out another.

Orihime knew they weren't but the question needed to be asked. No what she was doing wasn't trying to make herself doubtful, it was measuring her mettle to something stronger than a few ranking wolf boys at school. This was a predator plain and simple and right now compared to him, she was a sheep in an open field. No Alpha should be prey to another, and if you were then you don't deserve your title. And Orihime would make sure she earned the right to be recognized as the top dog. (no pun intended)

She nudged Sho's mind and opened the link, feeling her mind instantly slide into hers. Before she could begin the process of integration, she'd need info and she had just the people to provide her with it.

The guy in the corner with the bells. Who is he?

Orihime felt Sho move within her mind, moving to look out of her eyes without budging a muscles from her own spot across from Lily.

He's Kenpachi Zaraki, She answered after a moment, Alpha of the 11th Division within the Gotei. First seat.

Orihime was confused by the seventh word floating around in her mind. Gotei? Seat? Division?

Aah, I forget you grew up unaware and oblivious to the customs. The Gotei is the 13 Division Imperial Guards, or 13 Court Guard Squads. They serve as enforcers to the Wolf populace within range of the Seireitei which is ruled by the Lupos Society. And a seat is another way of recognizing position. There are five seats in each cell, first-Alpha, second-Beta, third-Gamma, fourth-Delta, and fifth-Omega, though that seat holds its own special meaning, and Sentinels like Tsubaki and me also serve separate yet similar purposes.

So they're the police and deputies designed to deal with our kind?

Yes Hime, they keep up the rules and make sure things go smoothly.

She flicked her roaming gaze over to his group again and noticed that this time there was a girl with short pink hair, around the age of thirteen perched on his shoulder. She seemed familiar with him and was allowed within such proximity without a shred of nervousness mixed in with the cheerful concoction that was the child's aura. In fact she herself was fierce, a predator when she chose to be. It was all there underneath her smile hidden but prowling beneath the surface. She smelled like strawberries and bubblebum, a unique scent for a unique person.

She's 2nd seat Beta of the 11th Division, right under Zaraki. Yachiru is his adopted daughter, loyal, willing to follow that man to the end and back. She could make Alpha in her own division but chooses to stay with her father figure.

Um, Sho, who are the other two? Orihime asked in a hesitant voice, after watching their beauty and the beast bit go on for some time and had to resist the urge to burst out into a giggle-fit. They even smelled opposite, like the rain and the sun.

Ikkaku Madarame and Yumichika Ayasegawa, ranked 3rd seat Gamma dominant and rejective, prefers solidarity to the Alpha though takes orders. Ranked 5th seat Gamma dominant and acceptive, more social than his counterpart prefers to flock around attention.

How is he a Gamma when he's 5th seat?

Well Ayasegawa was a shoe in for the 3rd seat that Ikkaku occupied, he liked that number because the kanji for three was 'beautiful' he refused 4th so it's an empty seat and went to the 5th because it's kanji looks the most like the 3rd's. Sho explained with an awkward tenor.

Orihime mind-giggled. The kanji for three does look adorable.

That it does Hime. Sho thought-smiled and withdrew from the connection though not completely severing the tie leaving Orihime alone with her thoughts. They were an odd group though seemed to balance each other out. A pseudo-psycho and a pseudo-bag-of-happiness and a socialite drama king and a growling recluse, but they all held respect for each other and that was needed. If she could get their leader or lieutenant to agree with even an audience then she could count on the others coöperation. Though allegiance would be another matter but she digressed, she was getting ahead of herself.

Orihime sniffed again this time finding an icy scent, like freshly fallen snow. It seemed to nip faintly at her nose, leading her around until her eyes snagged onto another group sitting at a four seat table. This one seemingly the opposite of Zaraki's savage aggression. He was looked young with his white hair and tan skin but looks can be deceiving his frozen blue eyes carried knowledge of someone who had seen a lifetime of memories. He was mature, a levelheaded leader who took the time to map out a fight instead of barging straight away into it which clashed with the easy-going nature of his busty, blonde female and his quiet genial companions. He commanded those around him with a strict hand but was lenient in a way most unlikely. He would be hard to bring over in a different way. Brawn isn't something that would easily impressive him, wit and strategy. A game of the mind.

Cool, calculating, serious. His Wolf respects someone who can take charge.

Orihime knew he'd be one of the easiest and sadly she wasn't sure if their styles of taking charge synchronized. But for all she was worth, she knew that she would do anything for her pack and that had to count for something.

Toshiro Hitsugaya, Alpha of the 3rd Division, First seat. Rangiku Matsumoto, 2nd Seat Beta, Momo Hinamori, 5th Seat Delta. She like Ayasegawa had tied with another already in office and was given the 5th seat instead of 4th. Unlike the other fighters within her cell she was exactly not that, a fighter. Though she could defend herself if the need be, she is most suited as a healer.

Rangiku smelled like honey and jasmine, a flirtacious scent. Flighty yet carrassing while Momo smelled Lilac and water, gentle yet flowing.

Orihime turned her attention away from the group and focused inwardly. So far she had two packs or rather Gotei on her list, and in the time it would take to obtain their trust or become enemies (because Orihime had no illusions about what would happen if their reception ended wrong) she would have to be ready. Though she had taken classes on Martial Arts and Karate (courtesy of Tatsuki) she was sure she wasn't much or a threat to these seasoned fighters. Her pull was something to be reckoned with but she would need all of her concentration, one single distraction and it was over. She would have to learn everything and hopefully within time become prepared. Yeah, she would need training and she would need it now.

"So Orihime did you find your way here alright? I know this idiot would be so smart as to give you directions." Rukia asked pulling her out of her cesspool of thoughts and into the conversation, shooting Ichigo a glare which the boy returned.

"Well you didn't did you? You left poor Orihime alone to find her own way!"

Orihime grinned at the girl's antics, conscious of the fact that she had been giving mono-worded answers on impulse the while she was stalk-watching. "We found our way here okay, Tsubaki's Horse has GPS and that helped alot!" She distinctly thought she heard the sound of a hand hitting a face in exasperation but thought her ears were playing tricks on her.

"His...Horse has GPS?" Uryu said cocking one eyebrow, his navy eyes dancing with mirth behind his spectacles.

"She means my Mustang, woman insists on calling it a Horse." He mumbled with a sigh, still sounding put out about it.

"Aw, it's okay Tsu-Tsu. I think it's a nice Horse."

"What did I tell you about calling me that in public!" He groaned, placing one hand over his face to hide the faint dusting on his cheeks.

"Don't worry Tsu-Tsu, we all think it's cuuute." Sho sniggered, not at all phased by his death beam cannon stare causing a peppering of laughter to sprinkle around the group. Surprisingly Tsubaki merely crossed his arms and let the ribbing continue until finally an interruption sounded.

"I'm guessing everyone is enjoying themselves?" A cold, soft voice echoed and for a second all Orihime could smell were Cherryblossoms. She felt every body in their corner stand attention (save Ichigo, the Rikkas, and herself), whether in fear, respect, or shock Orihime didn't know. But she had an idea it was an odd mixture of all three and perhaps a little more.

"We are all having a good time Brother." Rukia said, with a smile. Her eyes downcast, like the rest of her friends.

"Yeah Byakuya, it's pretty chill." Ichigo said, his eyes remained straight ahead locking with the man who stood just outside of Orihime's sight.

The smell of flowers was getting stronger.

The smell of spices and tang began to cloud her senses.

Oh no. Oh Holy Cheese On A Pogo. This was gonna happen. They were really gonna do this. There was going to be an Alpha show down on the way.


Hey, this is her. I know I didn't update last week and that's why this is longer than normal. ^^ Anyhow of you have any questions about ranking, pack, or wording review and I'll answer you as best as I can. As a matter of fact, review anyways! It's makes me wanna update faster. ^^