A/N: sooo sorry for the long wait. First my family didn't tell me that we were leaving town for vacation until the day of(I have a fear of airplanes... It was a interesting (horrible) day) and then *gasp* they tell me I can't bring my computer (apparently I have an obsession -_- because they haven't seen my face in "forever" (liessssss) and then I got sick... So yes that was my horrible horrible december and I had a million emails when I got back because of them :/ (still bearing a grudge)So, that is why it has taken me forever to update.

This chapter includes a very moody Miyako. She not out of character just a little depressed :(... Yeah so I'm going to try to answer reviews from now on :) probably chapter six or seven onwards... Once again sorry for the wait

-DF

Disclaimer: still... still... don't own bleach. It's just a fact peoples.


I was walking down the street, arms folded over my chest. It was as angry of a gesture as much as it was one to conceal… What should be concealed.

"You suck. I hope you understand that Captain," I say my voice very childish sounding.

He didn't respond. I guess after the tenth time of saying that he didn't believe it deserved a response.

I now began messing with the bottom of the outfit. I didn't mind it as much as the top… Now that there were shorts underneath, but I didn't like that the scars could be seen even a little bit.

"Stop fidgeting." It was a command of course.

"I'll fidget all I want to." That prompted an eye roll. So I was going into extremely juvenile. But guess what I really hate people whistling at me and there was lot of whistling, obscene gestures, and crude comments.

Okay well that wasn't completely what's bothering me. What was bothering me was Byakuya. He wasn't reacting at all. He had "surveyed" my attire when I had gotten out of the bathroom and agreed to get the shorts… And that was all. After that he had just been making eye contact. He hadn't even been doing that weird look behind me and not meet my eye thing he'd been doing when I was in my night gown. What was wrong with him? Was he even a man?

I looked over at him.

That question definitely answered itself.

I huffed and recrossed my arms. "I swear if I hear one more comment, I'm going to stab the person who says it."

"You do not need to be dramatic," he said, sounding almost bored…

Fine he wanted dramatic… I could do that. Just wait about three seconds.

Three

Two.

"Hey nice rack," he got a few hand slaps from his friends.

So I overestimated by a second.

I smiled at Byakuya, put my hand on the handle of my zenpaktou, and began to slide it out. Byakuya put his hand over mind stilling it. I could feel the pressure of his arm around my back, For some reason I blushed as he moved us along at a quicker pace than before. He didn't remove his hand.

"You are becoming a danger to everyone, Miyako," he said. And yeah I got the message. Don't kill people or else you will definitely be suspected of treason and all that fun stuff.

Creating chaos was sadly in my nature. "You thought I was being dramatic, I thought I might as well demonstrate it."

"You are too old to act so childishly."

And just like that he reminded me of my father. "I am also too old to be scolded by you or anyone else for that matter."

He leveled me with a blank stare. Defiance wasn't something he often came across. Well at least when he usually came across it he could kill the person

I needed to remind myself that in this position I was very, very far below him in rank. I sigh and try to reorganize my thoughts accordingly. "Can you let go of my hand now?" I asked. I like having access to my weapon and with his current position it was hard. Behind my sword the two fans were on the white belt hanging downwards, gently touching my thigh. In my current position I couldn't defend myself very easily, which was not okay.

He made no move to remove his hand.

"Okay seriously I'm not going to stab a bunch of perverts. I promise," I say dryly. I couldn't do the you're my superior thing easily.

With a sigh his hand returned to it's usual position. He still didn't slow down our quick pace. I refused to comment on that. That was the same as giving in, something I would not do.

"So what am I doing today?" I asked wondering the extent that he would let me participate.

"Training. Going over everything they've learned in the academy."

"You'd think it would be over after graduation," I grumble to myself. I wasn't interested in the basics.

"Training is never over Miyako."

That's true I guess. I just nod my head in response. My thoughts elsewhere. I liked pretending to be a shinigami, I did. I couldn't let my thoughts be overwhelmed by it though. I still needed to figure out a quicker way out of here. Waiting for the information from the academy was dangerous for my overall well being. It would be bad enough when my father found out. If anyone else found out who I am I could be risking my life.

I wondered briefly if I could gain his trust and then escape. He didn't seem to like me very much, but he didn't seem to think I was guilty either. At this point I couldn't fight my way out of it. I'd be dead in about three seconds. Too many witnesses. I should have risked my bankai yesterday.

No my dad would find me for sure.

So trust may be an option. Probably wouldn't get very far with it. He was too intelligent to let me go anywhere by myself. He also didn't seem to trust easily, perhaps he didn't trust anything but his stupid laws and his sister.

I could seduce him.

There was no hope for me really.

So I'd have to wait it out. It would probably be a week until the information got here. My father would most likely find out about my disappearance in two to three days. Four if I'm lucky. He'd check the human world first. Then Soul Society. He wouldn't notify the Gotei Captains immediately. My identity is always to be kept top secret unless a dire situation arises. So… I actually probably had a week before he found me. This was going to be a very, very close call.

I didn't like this at all.

And I don't have a choice. I had escaped from one prison only to be put in another. I frowned to myself before finally looking up. Byakuya was looking at me, perhaps curiosity was in his eyes. I doubt he'd voice it.

I was suddenly in a very bad mood. My earlier excitement was gone. If he had said anything to me at this point I'd probably have given defiance a whole new meaning. Anything to get rid of the feeling that I was trapped.

I felt myself become emotionally detached, something that rarely happened and in itself was a very dangerous act. I tended to lean towards my instincts whenever this happened. My instincts weren't something I liked to follow. When ever I did things got violent quickly.

I sighed out loud. I hadn't completely lost control in many years. I'd be fine.

My sudden solemn appearance had Byakuya's attention. He didn't say anything though. It's not like I'd done anything to warrant a comment from him. He looked like he might just say something anyways.

He didn't.

He finally slowed the pace down as we approached the sixth division.

I was deep in my own thoughts. I had for all reason checked out. I probably wouldn't be back for a little while. I followed and went through the pretenses. I was introduced to everyone else, something my father was definitely going to kill me for.

Screw him is basically where my thoughts went with that. I muttered something about a wardrobe malfunction when I heard a girl comment about my okay let's admit, slutty attire. From the six years I lived in the human world -the time with my fathers permission- I had gathered that no matter where you went there was someone who doesn't like you for whatever reason they had. The girl didn't like me simple as that. When I was in a better mood I'd figure out a way to make her dislike stronger. That caused a little grin.

I would never be a people pleaser that was a fact. It was an even greater reason for my father to let me go. In our line of work people pleasing was sometimes needed. He says that my sister can do the cordial stuff. Well she's definitely better at me but she too has issues. I say she issues… because she can't even leave the damn floor without going into cardiac arrest.

That was an over exaggeration…

We went through drills. They had gone over much of the basics yesterday thank goodness or I'd probably have lost my mind. As it was I was actually entertained by Renji conducting things as Byakuya was out of sight.

But I was still pretty moody and feeling more than a little destructive. I needed something to get me out of my bad mood. It just wasn't me. I looked around thoughtfully. What should I do or say? We were on break. The girl who appeared to dislike me was having a conversation with me. Her name was Chiho and there was a glint in her eyes that made me think she had ulterior motives.

Well of course she has ulterior motives.

I will confess that I have fun manipulating bullies. Especially the sneaky kind like her. I wonder how much damage I could do in a week. I smiled and chuckle to myself.

And then an idea came to me. Something to do. Something to do.

I broke away from the conversation abruptly and walked over to Renji. My eyes glowing brightly. "So," I say breaking him out of his reverie. My usual attitude was back with a vengeance. I hadn't been able to handle a captain, but a lieutenant would be fun. "Now that I'm officially apart of the division," I say with a bright smile," Can I start that challenging business."

Bloodier images went across my mind. I shook my head disliking the complete lack of control I was displaying. I was over a hundred years old for God sake. Maybe fighting wasn't the best idea.

"You serious?" he asked a tone of disbelief clearly ringing out in his voice. "I thought you were joking yesterday."

I frown at that. "Do I look like I'm one to joke." Uh yeah... "Never mind don't answer that."

"You're kidding right? You're just out of the academy." I glared at him before realizing he hadn't been the one to say that. It was that annoying girl again. I turned around and actually took in her features this time. Straight brown hair, absolutely no wave or volume, shoulder length. Brown eyes, fair skin, short, and average shinigami uniform. Pretty, but only just above average.

I debate how to deal with someone like her. It took time to mess with her type. Time I didn't have considering the week limit. Maybe I should just fight her instead and somehow make her accidentally stab herself. She was cocky for some reason. Not that she didn't have skills, she did, but she overestimated them by a long shot. An accident would be easy enough to cause.

"Yes I'm serious," I finally say smiling. "I mean I am just the epitome of seriousness. I understand if you don't want to fight though… A lot of people are scared."

He knew it was a taunt meant to drag him down to my level. He took it anyway. We set the rules to the fight. First one who has the other pinned wins. Easy. No death. Avoid blood if possible.

We were now in the training area soft sand was underneath my shoes. It was compacted enough that running wasn't too difficult, but people would tire more easily on this type of terrain. The plus side was you don't get as messed up when you fall.

We circle each other waiting for the other to move. I feel exhilarated as adrenaline pumps through my veins. I was correct, this would definitely cheer me up.

I felt eyes on me. Well a lot of eyes, but one in particular. Apparently Byakuya decided to come and watch. I make a move to glance out of the corner of my eye. Renji immediately takes advantage.

I curse to myself as I hop backwards. I had good enough foot work that I managed to avoid the sweep of his blade. I always found the shape of Renji's weapon very interesting. No I saw the dangers it's large reach posed. It would be difficult for me to get in a hit because his sword would be in range to make contact with me long before my fans were in range to hit him.

Luckily I was a lot faster than him. With the two fans grasped tightly in my grip I flash stepped to the side of him. Apparently an expected move. I felt the clash of metal fans against his zanpakuto. Vibrations weren't sent down my arm with the same severity as with Byakuya.

I grinned and shifted my position. He put his weight into the hit, hoping for me to bring my weapon down. My right hand didn't even tremble. I released the fan in my left hand to gain purchase on the chain that connected the weapons.

Smiling up at him kindly I used the chain to swing the fan that wasn't engaged with his zanpakuto. It swung with accurate precision and in a real fight were I could kill it would have done the job nicely. I counted on the fact that he'd have fast reflexes. Instead of a deadly hit the fan scraped against his cheek drawing blood. It wasn't a deep cut.

He seemed surprised. I didn't know if it was the fact that I was matching him in strength or that I'd managed to get a cut. I laugh a little too overjoyed. He was now staring at me in a very serious assessing way. Apparently our mock fight was no longer a joke.

He came at me and this time the strikes were a lot more powerful. My smile widened a little further. I was once again holding the fans up, now in a defensive position. The weapons collided and yes he was strong, but I knew that if I put my all I could overpower him. He was frowning as if he knew I was holding back.

Hmmm. What to do? Without bleeding injuries or escape to worry about I was very excited about the fight. The tight handle I had on my control was slipping quickly as more bloody images came to mind. My movements were becoming choppier and almost robotic as I tried to reel myself back in.

Maybe fighting hadn't been the best idea. Hindsight is very 20/20. At this point everyone was watching with bated breathes and I found I couldn't make myself back out.

Apparently Byakuya wasn't the only arrogant one in the room. The idea wasn't a comforting one.

I had to do something. Right now the fight wasn't going to either person. I now attempted to remove my mind from the dark place it kept heading. It was a struggle. With the little clarity I was getting I understood I'd have to lose the fight. I just couldn't make it super obvious that I was losing on purpose. Winning in this case could cause me to lose control and would garner too much attention. Attention that would eventually lead back to father dearest. Well then again it took forever for news to get to him.

No. No just lose.

I huffed internally, but with every hit that I receive. I let my arm shake a little more, Making it look like my strength was weakening. It felt like it was all oddly slow motion. Every second of it I thought about taking back my initial thought of losing, but I knew my father. If he heard a new member took out a Lieutenant it would raise his suspicion. If he found out the girls name was Miyako - which is a fairly common name- he'd come and investigate. I was not going to risk it even with news traveling slowly. I should have thought about this before engaging Renji, but I hadn't really been thinking at my best.

Finally my weapons clattered to the ground. I stared at them with a blank expression. The press of metal against my throat made it official. "You win," I say and make myself smile as if I was still suffering from the excitement I had earlier. The fight had made my mood twenty times more worse than before. Congrats Miyako for another stupid idea.

"Of course," Renji says with a smile but I can see the suspicion in his eyes. He didn't believe it for a second. "With skills like that you'll get a seat in no time."

I pretend to look up with big eyes. "Really!" I say excitedly. Then act as if I was correcting myself. "Well duh I will," I add with an even brighter smile. I picked up the weapons.

"Miyako." It was a command from Byakuya. With a sigh I headed over to him.

"What's up Captain?" I say with the usual teasing tone.

He's doesn't look at me with suspicion because there isn't a doubt in his mind about what happened. "The other newest members are going outside of the Seretei for a mission. You will be remaining here with me."

Disappointment was a definite emotion. "Don't trust me?"

"You will not be leaving my sight for the duration of your stay."

And the disappointment increases. He wasn't an idiot though so I shouldn't be too surprised. "I understand."

He is frowning at me. I think. The facial expression is not one I'm familiar with. Well with him. "I was under the impression you wanted to be a soul reaper."

Apparently my mood hadn't escaped his noticed. "I do," I say automatically because I really did, but… This wasn't how I wanted it to happen. I wanted graduate from the academy. I didn't want to be watched 24/7 because he suspected me of being a traitor. I really was the exact opposite of that.

"You lost on purpose."

"Yeah," I say. Why bother lying?

"Your strength exceeded my expectations."

I grin a little. "Yeah. Well no surprise there all arrogant one."

He doesn't get my humor. "Originally I was going to have you go out with Renji and the others, but it seems as if he can't handle you."

Now I give him a look of outrage that really should have been directed towards myself. Look Miyako you screwed yourself over again. You just had to go fight the Lieutenant like the cocky girl you are.

"It makes me wonder if you were holding back on me as well."

I looked at him and for some reason I felt the need to share. I was being stupid. "In all honesty you are physically stronger than me, but my sword is much more powerful than yours could ever hope to be."

An arrogant statement directed at an arrogant man. I wasn't sure if the comment was true,I'd never tested its capabilities in a real fight before. I knew that in the right hands my sword could be undefeatable. I currently wasn't the right hands, but I had the power, the potential.

"That will just make me all the more weary of you," he says in response.

I look at him feeling my age and status for once. "Be weary then Byakuya. I don't care. I'm not going to attack you. As I said once I am not the enemy." With that I walked into his office