Questions and Answers]
Leonidas of Olympus:
Q: If there's not going to be a TsuXMoka, then what's for romance?
A: After reading back over all my previous chapters, I decided to go with TsukuneXSoifon.

Comments]
I really don't see a TsuXMoka happening in this story; at best I'll have Tsukune become a friend with her, but he'd still keep his distance. And why does everyone think I hate vampires? I don't, it's just how this story needs to be written in order for it to flow properly. I will explain Outer Moka's absence later on, but for now just roll with it. I am currently working on a one-shot, but I'm in the finals time frame for college; so I need to study more than work on this story.

On with the story,
Demon

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Tsukune managed to dodge the incoming fist that was aimed at his side. His opponent wasn't holding back as much anymore and it was starting to take its toll on him. It was slowly getting harder for him to dodge attacks, let alone find an opening for one of his own. Grimmjow wasn't kidding when he said that his training was going up in difficulty from this day on. The only plus side to this was that with how hard Grimmjow was pushing him, he was going to be more than ready to join the Safety Committee at the end of the week.

"Focus" Grimmjow said as he landed a solid kick in Tsukune's gut.

Blood spilt from Tsukune's mouth as he got launched backward into a large boulder. He was getting pushed to his very limit; or at least what he thought was his limit. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that he could keep fighting if there was someone's life at risk, but just training; he was spent. Which wasn't entirely his fault; Grimmjow's hour long training sessions always got harder every day that he was being trained.

"You're done;" Grimmjow sighed as he shoved his hands in his pockets "yer gettin' faster though."

Tsukune picked himself up off the ground and felt an urge to vomit. His muscles were near their limit and he could feel them burn as they demanded oxygen to keep functioning properly. Eventually, the burning pain of his muscles got the better of him and he threw up where he stood. The nasty acidic taste that accompanied his vomit stuck to his teeth and refused to come out. How his ribs managed to stay intact after that hit was a complete mystery.

He wiped his mouth as he started to walk towards the pool of water that was nearby while he took Bloodriver from his sash and set her on the ground next to the pool. He was in dire need of a drink of water; as well as a good healing that the water was willing to give anyone that entered it. His legs tried to protest the movement he made, but he somehow managed to force them to keep moving so he could let himself sink into the water. The water felt like a chilled sheet wrapping around his body as he allowed himself to nearly drop into the water completely. There was a slight tingling on the few open wounds that Grimmjow had caused from hitting him so hard sealed up and then completely healed without a scar.

His thoughts began reflecting on the day's events as he took a drink from the pool. Maybe he shouldn't have flared his reiatsu at the vampire he was avoiding; she already knew what it felt like and it was only a matter of time before she tried to call him out on who he really was. And, for some reason, he just knew that the orange haired vampire was going to make him pay for his comment about them not being worth a fight later; he could feel it in his gut. Or maybe that was just the lingering pain from Grimmjow's kick to it… either way though, he had a feeling in his gut.

"Make sure you get back in yer gigai before you leave" Grimmjow said as he got back into his.

The last thing that the panther wanted was for the flat-chested taichou to fuss at him because he forgot to remind Aono to get back in his gigai. She already fussed at him for just about everything else.

"Hai" Tsukune said to his mentor as he watched the Arrancar walk out of the underground canyon.

The panther Arrancar was unusual, but he wasn't complaining. Grimmjow was the only one that could train him in his Arrancar abilities; which seemed to slowly begin to outnumber his shinigami abilities. Sonido, Pesquisa, his strength, and his skin seemed to be taking more to cause injury to; something he'd ask Grimmjow about later. Compared to only Kido and having a shinigami style zanpakuto, he was more like an Arrancar; he was starting to see just how complicated he truly was.

He untied his sash and took his top off before throwing it over to his zanpakuto. The garment was bloodstained, but that wasn't a big deal since it was black and he was in his gigai most of the time anyway. The sound of his necklace moving caught his attention; he looked down and held the cross pendant in his hand. The design was similar to the burn mark it rested on; why, and why was it bugging him so much? Well, he knew the answer to the latter; it bugged him because he wanted to know how he got it and how it was connected to his death. Ghoul refused to answer any questions about the past he can't remember; or tell him any more about the girls that knew who he was. He was flying blind and it was bothering him.

A sigh escaped him as he let himself sink deeper into the pool of water. There was no way for him to clear his head and figure out what to do from here. Well there was, but he didn't want to do it because of the fact that he nearly killed the vampire and didn't want to risk Ghoul taking over when he'd be with her. There was always Mizore and Kurumu, but they'd most likely be around Moka too; who'd probably have Kokoa clinging to her.

"Why can't this be easier?" he asked himself.

He continued to soak in the water for the next ten minutes before he decided that he needed to get out. There was a small list of things he wanted to do before he went to bed; such as check out the Karate Club. If he were to join that, then Soifon wouldn't have to worry about making time to train him if she wanted to relax for a while; something that she seemed like she needed to do lately. They had only been here for three days and she already looked like she was about to kill someone; although, he wasn't sure if that was also stress from back in the Seireitei.

For some reason, he felt like he was starting to like the petite taichou. He did go and get her a pair of shoes like she normally wears, and she didn't kill him when he told her he saw her get dressed last night. If anything, he could swear she blushed… no; he had to have been seeing things. Soifon didn't seem like the type that would blush at much of anything. She seemed to be more the type to glare and say something that would cause you to keep your mouth shut about whatever it was the conversation was about. But then again, she apologized for shouting at him; or at least what he thought was directed at him.

Well, whatever the case; she at least seemed happy to have shoes that she was used to wearing now. Maybe that'll help her relax a bit; with her being a PE sensei she was going to be on her feet all day for the entire time of their deployment a good pair of shoes is what she needed. Although, something told him she wanted more than a good pair of shoes…

'Cuz she wants a good fuckin'' Ghoul said to him 'or are ya gonna be just as much of a dumbass when yer dead as ya were when you were alive?'

'Soifon-taichou isn't like that' he said back.

'Shoulda known' Ghoul sighed 'ya lacked the balls to screw that harem that was chasin' ya around then, and ya lack the balls to screw the taichou ya clearly have the hots for now. She ain't got a rack, but damn that muscle tone more than makes up for it' he snickered.

As much as the thought disturbed him; maybe Ghoul was right. Maybe he should tell her that he likes her in more than the superior-subordinate way. But she was a taichou, and that could only complicate things for her; things were complicated enough. She already had to worry about progress reports for the mission, putting up with the locals and Grimmjow, and maintaining her cover. If he were to tell her how he feels about her it could distract her from the mission at hand.

'Oh, go tell that sob story to Reader's Digest' his darker half said 'and while yer at it; pick up a couple poetry books for me. And I ain't kiddin' about the poetry books!'

'If I get you a few poetry books from the library will you stop having thoughts of Soifon-taichou like the one you said?'

'I'll quit tellin' them to ya' he replied.

'Good enough' Tsukune sighed as he got out of the pool.

It was a little odd that Ghoul wanted to read poetry… It seemed out of character for him, but if it kept him quiet and from taking over then he wasn't going to question it. Besides, he wasn't sure if he'd like poetry himself; so it was worth a shot. He remembered seeing a section for poetry in the library while he was looking for the Encyclopedia that's in his night stand. It was a decent size; so he shouldn't have any problems finding something to keep Ghoul entertained for a while.

He pulled himself up and out of the pool; while his muscles still ached, it wasn't as bad as before. The water that Urahara had put in the pool was really something else; rapid healing for not only external wounds, but internal ones as well. His bruised face was healed up, his cuts gone, and his muscles no longer burned like fire. It was great.

The black kimono top was the first thing he worried himself with as he wiped the water from his face and let it drip back into the pool. The smell of blood wasn't too bad, but it was noticeable to him. If he left it it'd probably get so bad that it'd be noticeable even with him in his gigai. He grabbed the garment and pushed it into the water; watching as it became saturated. Once it was completely soaked, he started to rub the cloth against itself and watched as the water that ran from it slowly turned a slight shade of red. Maybe it was worse than he had first thought; good thing he decided to clean it.

He slid the top back on and tied the sash to keep it in place. The soaked garment refused to set right at first, and when he went to adjust it he saw a white piece of cloth stitched to the black top. When he inspected it further, he noticed that there was a Pasque flower underneath two horizontal lines on it. He remembers seeing that same symbol on one of the doors in the Second Division Headquarters; it was something he was going to have to ask Soifon about… maybe tomorrow… She really didn't seem to be in the best of moods today.

As he fixed the garment, he slid Bloodriver back into his sash. Lately he hasn't been practicing his Kendo and he didn't want to risk having it affect him in a fight. So he opted to check out Kendo Club instead of Karate Club once he left the massive underground canyon. With how Grimmjow was training him, he was getting in enough hand to hand combat training for now. The only problem was that he wasn't getting any Kendo training in; yeah, he was definitely going to check out the Kendo Club once he left here.

He picked up his gigai and focused on reentering it. It was harder than it sounded; while some could get in and out of their gigai like it was nothing, they had experience doing so. Those that were inexperienced at it had to focus a lot more than those with experience; also, it took time. Finally, his legs started to enter the gigai; he slowly leaned into his false body and entered it completely. Once that was done, he stretched his shoulders out a bit and got used to the body again; it was a weird feeling getting back into a gigai, like putting on a wetsuit that just barely fit you.

"Don't think I'll ever get used to the feeling" he sighed as he walked towards the exit while he shoved his hands in his pockets.

As he walked up the stairs that led to the secret door that was a part of a wall, he closed his eyes and focused on compressing his reiatsu a little before letting a wave of it flow out of him. This was the way Grimmjow had taught him how to use Pesquisa; it was also a good way to learn how to control how much reiatsu he let out, two for one ability. Of course, he was starting to be able to feel when someone with higher reiatsu was around; he just had to keep working on being able to identifying reiatsu.

He slowly pushed the door open and left the canyon training area. It his surprise, it was near sunset already; time flies in that canyon when you can't see the actual sun. With a small sigh, he made sure the door closed properly and started to walk back to the dorms since every club was now, more than likely, calling it a day. Just a little bad luck; nothing too serious.

The air around him began to cool down as the sun continued to fall over the horizon. Darkness slowly became the dominate trait of the sky; even clouds seemed to favor the company of darkness. Clouds… it was nice to finally see some; although something told him that they weren't like the clouds in Seireitei. They seemed to hold a dark secret; just like he did…

Something caught his eye, or rather his Pesquisa. There was a strong reiatsu approaching him from behind; too weak to be Rangiku's or Soifon's, but stronger than Yachiru's. The owner was getting closer and closer to him as he continued his walking pace; whomever it belonged to was clearly in a hurry. Or at least that's what he thought until he felt the owner jump into the air and try to attack him.

His new instincts kicked in as he felt how close the owner was; he quickly turned back to face his attacker. What he saw as a foot, which was originally aimed at his shoulder, coming down at him. A part of him knew who the attacker was; he remembered that the S-rank vampire he had nearly killed tended to favor kicks as her attacks. Plus, the extremely toned legs kind of gave it away; who else had legs like that that would attack him?

He extended both his arms; one to catch the kick and the other to catch the torso of his attacker. No part of him wanted to fight the vampire, not after what happened last time, but he could at least dodge her attacks. Or better yet, show her that he was able to block her attacks and they didn't affect him. At least then she might get the point that he 'wasn't' Tsukune. As soon as he felt contact on his arm, he pushed her against the tree that he was next to; all the while holding the leg she attacked with in the air to keep her from attacking again.

"Why did you attack me?" he asked her as he looked into her blood red eyes.

Moka couldn't believe that not only did he dodge her attack, but he had caught her and had her pinned against a tree. And in a very interesting position might she add…

"Spur of the moment" she answered with a hint of lust in her voice.

While her attack was indeed a spur of the moment thing; she was hoping to run into him while on her walk. Not only did she have a gut feeling that he was completely lying about his identity. All she needed to do was draw a little blood from him and she'd be able to prove it. Or she could always just rip his clothes off; that would be much easier for her and more fun…

Her pride had been completely bashed into another dimension by him; so why try to act like she didn't want him? He had not only taken a full power double ax-kick from her, but got up like nothing happened. Then, if that wasn't enough, he had shown he was much stronger than her by putting her in the infirmary for a week.

"Are you gonna keep me in this position," she asked "or are you gonna do something?" with the same hint of lust in her voice still.

Eiyu looked down to see what she was talking about and saw that he was holding her in an extremely suggestive position. It also didn't help that he was practically pressed right up against her hips to keep her from moving and getting free. Not exactly how he planned on keeping her from attacking him, but… no, he couldn't think like that. He was trying to stay away from her to keep her safe from Ghoul; from himself…

Before he could reply back though, something extremely small caught his eye; a single drop of water that came from above them… It seemed to move in extreme slow motion as it got closer and closer to the vampire he was holding. From what the Encyclopedia said; vampires can't touch water without adding herbs to neutralize the 'purifying abilities' of the liquid. Only a moment later, it struck Moka's leg and she let out a scream of pain as electricity jumped across her body. He quickly let go of her leg, picked her up bridal style and sonido out of there to get her back to her dorm.

Of course he wasn't going to take her to his room; then she'd know where he slept, and that… disturbed him. If she knew where he slept, he'd never be able to actually sleep without fear of this girl doing something, he didn't want to think about what, to him. Sure he could find somewhere else to sleep, but his options were a little limited. Rangiku was, well Rangiku; Yachiru's room didn't have the space; Grimmjow… he didn't want to think of what went on in his room; Soifon… better to not approach that option.

He heard Moka let out another scream of pain as another rain drop struck her. The rain was starting to get heavier; slowly but it was. That would only mean that the vampire was going to be put in more pain if he didn't move faster. His training with Grimmjow had taken an extreme toll on his body and he hadn't had time to fully recover from it; even with the water he drank. His leg muscles started to tense up quickly, but he kept them moving. It didn't take long for him to finally reach the girls' dorm; just in time too, just as he closed the door behind him it started down pouring.

He could feel Moka tighten her grip on his shoulder as she continued to get shocked; she was fighting letting out another scream. While he was fast enough to get her inside before it started to down pour, he wasn't fast enough to keep her completely dry. At least her jacket was damp if not completely wet all the way through, her legs were dripping, and her skirt and panties… well, he honestly didn't want to think about it.

"Which room is yours?" he asked as he pushed another set of doors open with his back; being careful not to hit Moka's head against the door frame.

"3…" she fought between shocks "09…"

He let out a sigh; he'd have to take the elevator to get her to her room. So much for keeping his distance from her; first he was pressed right up against her, then he had to carry her to her dorm, and now all the way up to her room. It was a very long day… He carefully used his foot to push the up button to call the elevator down; of course one was completely out of service, just his luck.

While he was trying to stay away from her, he couldn't help but to be curious about the vampire he had just helped. Was she really that attracted to him or was it just because he was in his gigai; which happened to resemble his actual body damn near perfectly. There were several questions he wanted answered; questions that only she'd be able to answer, but because of Ghoul he had to avoid her. Things were too complicated. The elevator slid open and he stepped in; being careful not to hit Moka's head against the metal door.

The electric shocks slowly came to a halt as the elevator reached the third floor; they were still happening, just not as often. He was sure that Moka was thankful for that, of course she was still hurting from it; that much was obvious with how hard she was gripping his shoulder. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to get his attention and be borderline annoying; he was just too nice to say anything about it. The only thing he was hoping was that her nails didn't break skin and draw blood; that was the very last thing he needed right now. If what he did remember was correct, then she was obsessed with his blood…

Did that really make him no more than a meal to her? Did he really mean that little to her, and if so; why did he put up with it?

"Do you have your key?" he asked in a monotone as he came up to the door.

"Left pocket" she answered as she felt another small shock.

Eiyu gently let her legs down onto the floor and carefully pulled the key out of her jacket pocket. It wasn't that hard since it was the only thing in her pocket, but he still didn't want her to think that he was doing anything more than being helpful. With how she spoke to him earlier, it was obvious she had the hots for him; as Ghoul would put it. As he pushed the key into the lock he could feel the vampire staring at him intently; almost as if she was planning something… While worrying, he knew she was too weakened to try anything against him.

He pushed the door open and walked in; supporting Moka as he did so. Her room was bigger than his; the bed was a little bigger, the desk was about the same size, she had a fridge, as well as her own bathroom, and there was more floor space. On the desk, he saw something that caught his eye; as well as cause it to widen a bit. A cross shaped just like the burn mark on his hand… the red bead in the center looked to be the exact same size as the circle within the burn mark.

That settled it; the vampire he was helping was connected to his death somehow. While he wanted to know how he died, he couldn't just ask without looking suspicious. It would take being extremely careful with his questions to figure out what happened; but that would mean having to spend a lot of time here. Of course, he didn't want to spend too much time with her either; complicated seemed to be becoming the word of the day for him. There was something else on the desk; a picture of him with the vampire's pink-haired self. From the way that he was holding the pink haired girl, it looked like they were very close.

He helped the S-rank vampire onto her bed. A part of him wanted to just get the hell out of the room and get to his so he could relax a bit; the other wanted to offer help to the vampire. The only problem was that if he stayed in the room she could end up drawing blood and blowing his cover; let's not forget the chance that Ghoul could take over him and kill her since she's so weak now. It struck him as odd that Ghoul was so quiet at the moment; he was expecting him to be shouting at him to get away from her, kill her, or make a comment like he did about Mizore. The first two seemed more likely though.

-Tsukune's mindscape-

A vein pulsed in Ghoul's forehead as he tried to figure out how he ended up like he was; hanging by a rope upside down from the Monster Tree with a handkerchief tied around his mouth like a gag. Then he remembered; Bloodriver had blindsided him when he felt that S-rank bitch's Youki. He was just about to shout at Tsukune to get him to stay away from her when he got hit. Of course he wasn't gonna try a full possession again; not with what happened last time. He was still healing from that; as well as the cut across his chest that Tsukune had given him.

'The one thing I wanna know is' he thought as he saw Bloodriver in the distance 'WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE GET THESE FROM? AND WHY AIN'T SHE USING THEM PROPERLY?'

-Eiyu-

"Do you need anything before I leave?" he asked Moka as she took her damp jacket off; luckily her shirt was dry.

Why did he suddenly feel like he was going to regret asking that question? There was just something in his gut that told him he wasn't going to be leaving the room in very good condition. More than likely missing about a pint or two of blood and, with how she was eyeing him earlier, a few clothes…

"I could use some blood" she said as she fought to stand up and walk over to him "fresh is normally best…" as she eyed his neck with a blush.

While she wouldn't have admitted it last year, she had her pink-haired self do an experiment. She would go a day drinking only transfusion blood to see how effective that was at giving her strength. Then the next day, she would drink straight from Tsukune's neck and do that a few times throughout the day. When the results were in… fresh from the tap was the better option because not only did it have more iron, but more nutrients as well. That was just one of her attempts to try to distance herself from the human that completely backfired.

"Keep your fangs away from my neck" Eiyu said as he took a small step back and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Not even just a little?" as she stepped closer to him.

"No" as he stood his ground "I didn't like when it happened in middle school so why would I like it now?"

He had to get her to back off as well as maintain his cover. Soifon seemed to be loosening up to him, but even then there were still times when he wondered if he was still on her shit list. Only time would tell him if he was still on that list or not; till then though, he had to be extremely careful.

"Because" as she pressed herself against him "I know how to bite gently."

"Have you no shame?"

"My pride was beaten out of me not too long ago" as she turned away from him and walked back to her bed "only a week before you showed up here" she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"Must have been a bad beating" as Moka sat on her bed.

"It completely demolished my pride" as she looked at him with narrow eyes "as well as put me in the hospital for a week."

Those words hit him hard; not only could he not regain control from Ghoul, but he put her in the hospital for a week… He knew that he had seriously harmed her, but that badly… it unreal. And Ghoul was just messing with her, had he wanted to kill her quickly there was little that was stopping him. But to think that he actually did that much harm to her; why would she even go near him after that?

Moka saw how her last statement affected the one that helped her; he looked like he was hit by a train. This only further reinforced the reason why she thought this was indeed Tsukune and not 'Eiyu'. Just the look on his face was enough for her to recognize the look that Tsukune made he had saved her from Kuyo's final attack and she flicked his forehead and said 'So you've finally waken up, sleepy head'. She'd never forget that look of pure shock and awe that he had when he saw that he was holding her like that; to be honest, she liked it.

"Must have been painful" he finally said.

"At first it was" with a shrug of her shoulders "but it got me to think about how I treated my opponents when I fought. I would look down on them as if they were nothing, and always told them to 'Know their place'. After being shown mine, I realize how much of an insult that was. By doing that I was worse than them; I'm a vampire of two noble houses and yet I acted worse than them. I insulted my father by doing so" with noticeable sadness in her eyes "but even worse; I insulted my mother.

But it wasn't till after I thought about all that that I realized just how much I hurt someone that I… I loved. I would push him away, flat out reject him, do everything I could to keep him away from me; yet he kept trying to get my approval. Even doing stupid things that could've gotten him killed; like stepping in the way of an attack that would've only injured me but nearly killed him."

"Must be the Aono guy everyone keeps confusing me for" Eiyu said as he looked over to the picture "is that him?" pointing at the picture.

"Hai" Moka answered as she looked at the picture too.

"Now I get why everyone mixes me up with him" with a small chuckle "I look just like him. I should get going" as he walked towards the door but stopped.

He let out a sigh. Someone was on the other side of the door waiting to ambush him; Kokoa most likely. He thought it was nothing when he felt a slight increase in reiatsu while walking pass a room, but now it made since to him. The room in question was Kokoa's and she had sensed him somehow and became enraged. She had to be enraged still if her reiatsu was at a level where he could feel it without using Pesquisa. There were very few options at this point.

"I might not show it" he said to Moka "but it does get annoying when your sister attacks me."

Moka looked at him confused; there was no reason for him to bring that up right now. Then why would he? It's not like Kokoa was in the room; in the dorm, maybe.

"She's right outside the room" Eiyu said "and I don't want to get hit by her bat-thing this time. She hits hard enough with her bare hands and feet."

Moka got the hint and got up to tell her sister to stand down so he could leave. Although she knew why her sister wanted to attack him; his comment in gym class. It was a complete insult to them and last year she would've tried to kill him right then and there, but now she lacked the pride to even bother with it.

-Kokoa-

The small vampire stood outside her Onee-sama's room with Kyo as a kanabo; just waiting for that arrogant bastard to walk out. He spoke down to her and her Onee-sama, ignored them, and took her attacks like they were nothing. Completely insulting and unacceptable to her. She was going to make him feel pain and bleed out slowly; regardless of what it took. If it meant attacking him every time she saw him, fine; fighting him in a full scale battle, fine. Killing him in his sleep… better, but too much of a sign of weakness on her part.

She tightened her grip on Kyo when she heard footsteps getting closer to the door to her Onee-sama's room. One thing that didn't quite sit right with her was how light the bat now felt. For some reason she felt it was connected to him going missing for a day; mainly because the bake-bake bat refused to talk about where he went and what happened. While weird, she really didn't care; he was only a weapon.

She heard words, but couldn't make them out. Why was her Onee-sama wasting her time with someone as pathetic as this Fraccion? There was nothing special about him other than the fact that he looked like that weakling Aono. Even his blood didn't smell good; it was about like opening a transfusion bag and getting that first whiff of the blood. Not too good to be honest, but it was still blood; of course she wouldn't degrade herself by drinking his blood. There was nothing unique about him; he was just another annoyance to her. A thorn in her side that was going to keep her away from her Onee-sama if he was in her room; it wasn't fair.

'What's taking him so long?' she asked herself.

This was beginning to take way too long. He should have walked out by now; meaning she should've cracked his skull open by now. There was no way she was going to be nice with how hard she hit him; oh-no, she was going to hit him so hard he was going to fly through the window on the other side of her Onee-sama's room. A one-hit K.O. that's what she was going to do to him; and it was going to be easier now that Kyo was lighter, regardless of how he got that way.

Finally the door opened up. She tightened her grip and took the slight back swing before she heard a familiar voice.

"Kokoa-chan" Moka said to her "what are you doing?"

Kokoa nearly dropped Kyo when she heard that. Why did her Onee-sama open the door and not that weakling Kenpachi?

"I'm gonna crack that damn Fraccion's skull wide open;" she spat as she saw him "why was he in your room Onee-sama?"

Moka let out a sigh; she knew that her younger sister wasn't going to like the answer, but it was one she needed to hear. While it was only him helping her get out of the rain; she secretly wanted to get him in her room so she could ravish him. She never gave Tsukune a chance, so she wasn't going to wait for Eiyu to try it; he was avoiding her too much.

"He saved me" with a serious look on her face "if he wouldn't have found me, I'd be dead right now."

"Just doing the right thing" Eiyu said as he walked pass the two vampires "see ya around Akashiya-san."

-Later-

Tsukune lay on his bed trying to figure out what to do. It wasn't about the mission, the girls he had befriended again, or even how to keep Moka from figuring out that he is really Tsukune; no, he was simply bored out of his mind. There was just nothing to do. Rangiku had patrol tonight, which he was sure she'd complain about tomorrow, and he was done with his homework already. Grimmjow was more than likely asleep already; Yachiru was currently passed out in his arm. The only thing he could do was think; mainly about how to ask Soifon about the symbol in his kimono top without blowing their cover.

He turned his attention to the sleeping fuku-taichou in his arm. The pinkette child was in his room when he got back to it; again, he didn't want to know how she did it. She had passed out after a sugar high had worn off and taken its toll on her; the wrappers on his bed and floor gave it away. After he cleaned up the mess he picked her up in one arm and laid on his bed; she probably missed Zaraki-taichou. It would make sense; as well as explain why she always wanted to be near him. Just like a little sister would be.

Before he went to train with Grimmjow, she had gone with Rangiku to get dinner and go shopping again. He didn't want to think about how much clothes the busty fuku-taichou had. Although, something told him she got more than clothes; sake, definitely sake as well. Where she hid it was a mystery though, rooms were regularly inspected for things that weren't allowed in the dorm rooms. That didn't leave many places where she could safely hide the alcoholic drinks without risking having someone else find them and take them.

Deep down he felt like several things had changed from when he was alive and now. Now, he wanted something to do; go on patrol, train, something. It didn't seem like something he would want to do when he was alive; although, something told him things weren't too much different.

"Maybe if I sleep on it I'll figure it out" he sighed as he closed his eyes and waited for the embrace that sleep granted everyone.

-Morning-

The rain had stopped sometime in the night and it was already dry outside. A good thing for two vampires; even if it meant Eiyu had to put up with Kokoa's attacks. His attention was drawn to Soifon, who was taking roll and about to start class; she was wearing the shoes he got her yesterday. That was a good thing; her feet wouldn't be killing her before lunch and she would be in a better mood this afternoon when he goes to talk to her. The only thing that was going to be difficult was how to approach her.

"EIYU!" he heard Grimmjow shout to get his attention "get yer head out of yer ass and get moving."

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts and caught up with his class; who was doing their warm up exercises. There were too many things going on in his head right now for him to think; he had to get everything sorted out soon. Otherwise, he could end up getting hurt badly.

-Later-

Tsukune was currently training by himself where he had met Mizore. There was no need to go to the underground cavern to train since he was practicing his hand-to-hand combat skills. Since he didn't have access to his zanpakuto while in his gigai, he will have to strongly rely on his own strength for everything. Even dealing with a certain vampire that wanted to kill him; during gym this morning she had attacked him four times and tried to get him to bleed.

He threw a punch at a nearby tree and caused the bark to fall off as he withdrew his hand. There was just too much going on right now; luckily Ghoul wasn't a worry at the moment. He was currently reading poetry Tsukune had read earlier during lunch. It wouldn't keep his dark nature busy for long, but it gave him something to do other than plot revenge against the S-rank vampire. Tsukune was still wondering what was with the desire for poetry; he personally didn't quite understand it, able to get the most of it but still not fully.

As for the poetry that he read during lunch, he went with the work written by Edgar Allen Poe; Ghoul's request. While reading it, he came across a particular poem called 'Quoth the Raven'. Written about a man who had lost a woman, late at night he heard a rapping on his chamber door; when he opened it, a raven flew into the chamber room. 'Nevermore' was all the raven ever quoted.

In reading the poem, Tsukune stopped and thought about what he had lost by dying. He had lost his friends, but now he was reunited with them; only under false pretence of the alias 'Kenpachi Eiyu'. Nevermore could he be Aono Tsukune here at this Yokai Academy; if he were, the consequences could be disastrous. Those that could help him regain his memory couldn't know his true identity or know of the darkness within him.

He lifted his leg and kicked the same tree he had punched as if he would be kicking someone in the head; only to lose his balance and begin to fall to the ground. Right now, he wasn't sure if he was training out of frustration or out of just the need to get stronger. Either way though, that kick seemed to be thrown out of anger and frustration rather than to train. Now he was just waiting to hit the ground from his blunder and feel the pain that would accompany the ground when he met it. However, he was caught.

"Fighting aggressively doesn't seem to be your style" he heard Soifon say.

He looked back at Soifon and wanted to smack himself for not paying attention to his surroundings. Had he been paying attention, he would've felt she was close by and not have kicked the tree. Today was just messing with him; worse and worse as the day went on.

"Soifon-sensei…" he said with slight shock.

"No one is around;" as she helped him up "you said you wanted to ask me a few questions."

Tsukune had asked her if he could ask the questions after school once all the classes were done for the day. That told her it had to deal with either the mission, or shinigami affairs in general; not that she'd have a problem answering any other questions he may have. Tsukune was probably the only subordinate that she would answer questions for; anyone else she'd more than likely tell them to follow the chain of command and not waste her time with stupid questions.

Yoruichi was right, she was interested in Tsukune; and something told her that her mentor already knew it. It was only a matter of time before the Neko started to tease her about it; or worse… A shiver went down her spine as she thought about what the princess could do; tease, spread the word through the Seireitei, or even… try to give her sex advice again… That thought alone put more fear into her than when she fought the former king of Hueco Mundo.

The last time Yoruichi had given her sex advice, she had brought up things that she had done with Urahara. The mental scars still exist and occasionally haunt her nightmares. The idea that Yoruichi would allow that man to touch her in such a way made Soifon slightly question the Neko's taste in men; although, she really had no room to talk. She's never had a boyfriend, only a few one night stands; only problem was that her last one was about a hundred and five years ago.

"H…hai" as he recollected himself "yesterday after Grimmjow-san trained me, I noticed a symbol on the inside of my kimono top. It looked like a flower with two lines over it. What does it mean?"

"The Second Division's symbol is the Pasque Flower; our motto is 'Seek Nothing'" Soifon explained "the Second Division consists of not only the Gotei Thirteen shinigami, but the Onmitsukido as well. The Onmitsukido is a stealth task unit; they were formed underneath the Shihoin clan to protect the head of their clan. They are now tied to the Second Division because the last head of the Shihoin clan, Yoruichi-sama, became the Taichou. They specialize in assassinations, stealth, and hand-to-hand combat. The way that many in the Gotei Thirteen refer to us as is 'ninja'."

"Us…?" with a confused tone.

"I used to be a member of Onmitsukido myself" as she remembered her younger years "Yoruichi-sama handpicked me to be her personal bodyguard and she even trained me herself" with a blush and smile "but then…" as her smile faded "she vanished. Not long after that I became Taichou of the Second Division and trained so that one day I would be strong enough to bring her in…"

Before she could continue, she felt arms gently wrap around her. Tsukune was… hugging her… A part of her liked the feeling; he just gave off that feeling that everything was going to be alright; she had only ever felt that when she was being held by Yoruichi. The warm feeling that nothing was going to happen and everything was fine; she missed having that feeling. She missed seeing Yoruichi everyday and being able to have someone understand her.

She was the only female in the Onmitsukido; and it had taken its toll on her. She had to train harder than everyone else so that she could prove that she was strong enough to be there. That even if every one of her opponents were males, she'd be strong enough to beat them; regardless of the numbers against her. That was part of the reason that Yoruichi had taken notice to her in the first place.

The other part of her wanted him to let go of her. She was his acting Taichou and this was unprofessional in every sense of the word.

"Is there anything I can do to help; Soifon-taichou?" he asked gently.

"Yoruichi-sama and I have already reconciled" she answered "but…" she fought to say it "thank you."

-Rangiku-

"I'm so bored" the busty fuku-taichou complained.

She not only got stuck with possibly the worst patrol ever last night, but Eiyu went to train by himself and Yachiru was somewhere playing with the witch that they had met over the weekend. She couldn't go to her room and drink either; not with the random room inspections that went on. There was too much of a risk of her getting caught with the drinks; if that happened it would only mean paperwork, and she hated paperwork.

There was no way in hell she'd do homework; mainly because it was just paperwork with a different name. She hated homework in the Shinigami Academy, so of course she'd hat it here.

"Why'd Eiyu want to go train on his own" she pouted "I could've helped him."

"This Eiyu guy is pretty popular for a first year" she heard a male voice say with an Osaka accent "I'm Morioka Ginnei; but everyone calls me Gin."

Rangiku turned around to see Gin, and to be honest; he looked hot.

"Matsumoto Rangiku" she said back with a smile.

…Shinigami Cup: Golden…

Hiyori growled as she watched the odd purple mist pass by the window of the bus. She couldn't believe she had to take this old rickety thing; it smelled horrible, and looked like shit. If that wasn't enough; that bus driver was kind of given her the creeps, and that's saying something. There was very little that could shake her nerves; Ichigo's hollow going ramped was one of those things. But this guy, who was smoking a cigar and starring straight forward, was creeping her out. Maybe it was his glowing eyes; yeah, that's it.

"Oi" she said "can't ya make this piece of junk go faster?"

"This rift isn't stable enough for me to go faster" he chuckled "unless you wish for this 'piece of junk' to get pulled apart by the mist around us."

The Visored just growled again; she hated just sitting around and doing nothing. That's kind of the reason she was sent to get this guy that Yoruichi's pupil was worried about. She needed something to do and this was the only thing that has come up since Aizen's defeat; the bastard got off easy in her books. If she had it her way, he'd be roasted alive with Yamamoto's zanpakuto and then fed to one of Mayuri's experiments; or better yet, used as one.

"I would tell you how scary this Academy is" as the bus exited the tunnel "but I'm sure that you've seen far worse" while Hiyori got off the bus "Shinigami" with a snicker.

Before Hiyori could respond, the bus doors had closed and it was pulling away. She had been careful to make sure that she didn't leak reiatsu or anything that could hint that she was once a shinigami. How did he know; never mind, it didn't matter to her. No longer did she consider herself a shinigami; not after what that bastard Aizen did. Hollowified her and her friends so he could make sure that it was safe before he did it to himself.

She carried her usual scowl as she walked through the woods on the path that was cut out of the trees. They were a little erry, but she was far stronger than anything that could attack her here. However, she knew that there was always someone stronger out there somewhere; her fight with Ichigo had shown her that. Then the fights she had during the final battle of the Winter War were very close calls up till Gin had sliced her in half; she still had memory pain from that every now and then.

"Ain't as bad as Hueco Mundo though" she told herself "that's for sure."

The former fuku-taichou had gone to the Hollow home realm a couple times when she still considered herself a shinigami. Just a lot of sand that covered a large forest that consisted of quartz trees and covered the entire realm. The only bad part was that it was the Hollow realm; their home turf and it had every type of Hollow there.

She thought about what Yoruichi had told her about the one she was going to get. He's undercover and using an alias, Kenpachi Eiyu; why in Hueco Mundo he chose that name as an alias she couldn't understand. Kenpachi wasn't a name that was to be taken lightly; even she feared the deranged psychopath that was the Taichou of the Eleventh Division. At least she didn't have to worry about mixing names up since Yoruichi didn't tell her the guy's actual name.

He was also here to avoid a vampire; works for her. She'll just pose as that vampire and kick the tar out of him before dragging him back to Karakura Town. If 'Kenpachi Eiyu' didn't tell anyone the vampire's name then it would be extremely easy for her to pose as that particular one.

"This might actually be more fun than I first thought" she snickered as she came up to an old looking building.

She stopped and took in her surroundings; there were a lot of students here. With her red track suit she stuck out like a sore thumb, but she really didn't care about that. The sound of her flip- flops slapping against the bottom of her feet as she walked could be heard over the conversations that everyone was holding while she looked for 'Kenpachi Eiyu'. Chocolate-brown hair and light brown eyes; not something that would easily stick out since it was a common color for both hair and eyes.

He supposedly carried the current Kenpachi's unofficial daughter on his shoulder like he did. Pink hair, that definitely stuck out much more in a crowd than brown hair. She couldn't use shunpo to look because it would mess up her ability to claim that she was the vampire 'Eiyu' was avoiding by coming here. She's been working on her patience ever since she was sliced in half, but she hadn't gotten very far yet. Although it was better; normally she would've just smacked someone with a flip-flop and demanded that they tell her where the person she was looking for was.

Baby steps, that's how Kisuke described it to her; while he was annoying as hell, he was right. The man, whom she originally thought was trying to replace the one she looked at as a mother, acted about like a father towards her. But she wouldn't know what a real father acted like; she was an orphan from the Rukongai and only ever saw how fathers treated their kids. Deep down she envied them, they had something that she thought she would never have; family. That's why she joined the Shinigami Academy, so she could get out of Rukongai and hopefully find someone she could call family.

"When did that brat dye her hair?" she heard someone ask.

She quickly kicked off her flip-flop and smacked the person that asked the stupid question. She was a natural blonde and didn't like when someone questioned her hair color or made blonde jokes.

"This is my natural hair color ya dumbass" she said as she grabbed his jacket and held the flip-flop to his face "and I dare ya to say somethin' about it" the killer intent could be seen in her eyes clearly.

"Did she just smack Saizo with a flip-flop…?" she heard several people ask.

Saizo didn't dare say a word; with how hard he had just been hit with that flimsy flip-flop, he didn't want to know just how hard he'd get hit for making a joke.

"Since ya ain't talkin';" as she pulled him closer "where's Kenpachi?" with anger in both her voice and eyes.

"I've got nothin' to say to ya" Saizo spat "ya little brat."

Hiyori snapped; she smacked him with her flip-flop as hard as she could and wouldn't stop till she knew where Kenpachi was. One step forward, three steps back; that's how she could hear Shinji describe the scene she was causing right now. There was no one that could stop her from beating this jackass into the next month with only a flip-flop.

"What do you want with that weakling?" she heard someone ask.

She turned around to see what appeared to be a red-head version of herself.

"I have unfinished business with him;" as she dropped a badly beaten Saizo on the ground "now where is he?"

"Don't care" Kokoa said as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Sarugaki Hiyori" the Visored said as she dropped her flip-flop and put it back on.

"Shuzen Kokoa" as her eyes narrowed.

Hiyori fell to the ground laughing. She has come across some weird names in her life, but this one takes the cake. Never before had she met someone named after a bean; it was priceless.

"WHAT'S SO DAMN FUNNY?" Kokoa demanded to know.

"You're…" she gasped between laughs "you're named… after a bean!"