A/N I thank anyone for reading. Much appreciated. OwO

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RinaSakaki – I know, the last Kenpachi fic I start was... When I first started. OwO I hope people enjoy this. X3 And yes, yes, there should be more Kenpachi fics. He's too awesome not to have Kenpachi fics. X3
I've already started it, and now I love the thought of one OC. OwO It'll give me a challenge. X3 I already gave her a best friend. :D And nope, definitely not eleventh division material. Thankfully I chose one.
And no, definitely not the a girl from the 4th division. That seems to be overused. =3

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Heck yeah! Three reviews! :D You guys, my favorite people. X3

Holy crap, people! O.O I totally messed up on the name! Her name is Tamura, not Kamura. *slaps face* Can't believe I messed up on something so simple.

I was thinking, "Kamura, Kamura... Camera..." O.o That's how I figured out I wrote her name wrong. XD

Anyway, the first half of this chapter is about when Tamura first joins and what happened throughout Ichigo arriving in the Soul Society and saving the day. :D Anyway, no one told me which division my OC seemed suited for, so I chose myself. X3 And I also chose which time in the Bleach plot. OwO

And I'm changing the title to Ordinary! :D It just seems to fit, since I used ordinary several times in this chapter. XD

I hope you enjoys. ^/w/^

Disclaimer – I do not own Bleach.

Warning – Swearing.

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Thirty-eight years had gone by...

...and she had barely aged at all.

At first, she had thought, "Holy crap, I've discovered a way to stay young!"

Then after talking to a few people, while awkwardly standing about and attempting to make a conversation, she found out that no, she did not discover everlasting youth. Apparently she was in the Soul Society. A place where souls departed from the World of the Living, souls that could never go hungry and didn't have to worry about "hollows". Things that she never saw yet. Unfortunately, a few months after she arrived she found that, yes, she was going hungry. Those bastards lied to her! She wandered from village to village, growing more and more hungry and weak.

After arriving in one village all her strength just left her and she collapsed.

She woke up when someone started shaking her and opened her eyes, seeing someone staring at her with worry and asking if she was hungry. She could only nod. The man was nice enough to buy her food and water, but he said that was all he could do for her. She was grateful. She scarfed down the food and drank only sips from her water. She knew now that she shouldn't chug it all. She thanked him, bowed down and everything. She was too grateful to be awkward. All he did was smile and tell her to go to a place called Shino academy.

Shino what?

She asked him what was that place. He had told her it's a place where souls could go train to become shinigami. He then pointed at the place where she often stared at in curiosity and said it was called the Seireitei. If she went there she would never have to worry about going hungry. So, she said, "Hell yeah I'm going!"

The thing he forgot to mention was that she needed to take a test before going through the academy. She failed a total of four times before she was finally admitted. And some nobles—she couldn't believe this place had frickin' nobles—poked fun at her and called her stupid.

She wasn't someone that stood up for herself.

Not at all.

She felt awkward when some people stared at her, sometimes openly without a care. Most people found her a little weird for being awkward—can they blame her?—so they didn't bother to talk to her during the first year. All except for one. All Tamura did was sit and watch as the students interacted with each other and become friends. That one she talked about walked from group to group and talk with a silly grin on her face. Everyone found her annoying and sneered because she was a commoner—assholes—and ignored her.

She looked sad for a moment before she looked around and spotted her sitting by her lonesome self.

She then grinned and sauntered over to her and sat beside her.

"Hi," She grinned broadly and held her hand out. "My name is Gozen Kaede."

Her response was... quiet. "Uh... my name is... Shuya Tamura." She ducked her head and looked away in annoyance—the annoyance directed at herself. Why couldn't she just be more outgoing, like this girl here?

Despite being quiet and not knowing how to respond, Kaede hung out with her a lot until she finally managed to get Tamura to come out of her shell. Which took a long time, a total of two months. Tamura had to hand it to her, Kaede didn't give up on her quietness and just continued to stay around her.

They stayed together throughout the six years at Shino academy, neither going to the advanced class. But that was fine with them. When they finally graduated, they had to glumly accept that their scores were... average. They weren't strong, they weren't intimidating, and they just annoyed some people(especially when they found out how outgoing Tamura was when she had a friend).

Now, Tamura, when she's in class, wasn't outspoken or didn't draw attention to herself.

But bring a couple of people that were intoxicated within her space and she would become the scariest person you knew.

Kaede found this out herself, along with another friend. They had walked up to Tamura, swaying and making jokes of all kinds, and tried inviting Tamura to go to a bar with them(they were sneaking to bars in the city, which they weren't allowed to do), and said they would have all kinds of fun.

All Tamura did was look at them, note their appearance and the strong stench of alcohol, and narrowed her eyes and sneered at them in disgust.

"No, thanks."

That cold tone managed to sober Kaede. "Wha—? Tamura, what's wron—"

"Shut up and get away from me, drunk." Tamura had quickly stormed away.

Which had greatly hurt Kaede and greatly confused Tamura. Kaede had went to her the next morning, not one to be deterred by Tamura's behaviour, and asked her what she did wrong. All the brunette could do was shrug and say she had no idea herself. They had speculated throughout their academy years that it might have had something to do with when she was still living. Which disturbed Tamura anytime someone said, "—when I was alive—" or "—when you were alive—". Didn't people know how creepy that was?

She signed up to join the second, seventh, twelfth, or the thirteenth division. Though she quickly tried getting back her forms when Kaede informed her what Kurotsuchi Taicho did with his subordinates.

Thankfully she was denied from the twelfth.

And from the second division.

And the thirteenth.

Which left the seventh.

And since she didn't know who the Taicho was of that division she quickly went to the library to see if they had a picture of the guy or gal. When she found the book and flipped through the pages she had froze and widened her eyes. This guy was huge! Not something like six feet(which was tall for her), but his information said he was not seven, not eight, but over nine feet tall! She quickly shut the book and went running around the academy for Kaede and quickly told her how tall this guy was. All Kaede did was widen her eyes and said... ahem...

"Can you imagine how big his dick is, then?"

"...Ew."

When they joined the ranks they had a ceremony, which was great. The Soutaicho was going to be there. Though when Tamura had gotten a look at the guy she had to pull a face, along with Kaede, when they saw how... old he looked. They expected someone else more impressive than a wrinkly old man. After the ceremony they were left to go back to their rooms and they would go to their divisions the next day. Kaede was sad that she would be in another division, but she was thankfully accepted into the sixth division so they would only be next door to one another.

Several years had passed, and Tamura often wondered what was under Komamura Taicho's helmet. He never took it off. She never personally interacted with him, but she often cleaned his office and delivered paperwork. And since she was awkward with new people she would only mutter a shy "Hi" to the Taicho. He never said anything about it but he would nod at her tiny greeting.

He must have thought she was a sad, lil' thing.

Iba fukutaicho was... loud. He had said she needed to toughen up and learn how to fight—Zanjutsu style, of course, and patted her back(hard) and almost knocked her to the ground. Since she was one of the people who delivered paperwork for him and the Taicho he thought he would go as far as to call her "Tamura" like they were friends.

She tried telling him that, "No, I don't want to" but he wouldn't hear it.

She was only saved when the next day she went to go get the paperwork that Komamura Taicho shot up and asked, concerned, as to why she was limping and looked exhausted. All she had to say was that it was Iba fukutaicho and he ordered him that he was not allowed to force subordinates to train. Iba had looked flustered and quickly apologized to her and any he forced to train.

And because he saved her Komamura Taicho earned shy smiles from her.

It was a while(two years) until he finally saw her beaming at him brightly when she asked if he had papers to deliver.

It was quiet in the Seireitei, as usual, when word got around that someone was locked up for treason. Kaede had told her, excitedly, that it was one of the nobles. From the Kuchiki clan. That had them asking people in awe, or more like Kaede did the talking. Tamura just hung back and listened. Apparently, Kuchiki Rukia was locked up for giving her powers to a human. Then before they knew it the sky lit up. Something had hit the protective sphere around the Seireitei.

The next thing Tamura knew was that she was ordered to search the grounds for any Ryoka.

She ran around, even looking around the kitchens and around any shrubs.

She wasn't good at looking for things.

"Shuya, you may rest." Komamura Taicho had told her, he was familiar around her since she had grown to love and respect him. He was just amazing around people. Once, she even spotted him with his dog. He was so gentle. This man was amazing.

She thanked him and ran towards the barracks.

The next few days were a blur.

She had walked around with Kaede, patrolling, when suddenly reiatsu hit them like a wall. It knocked them to their knees as they gasped for breath, as if they had run a marathon. The stronger shinigami had looked around before they started saying it was Zaraki Taicho. They had passed out, and when they woke up they had learned that the Ryoka had beat Zaraki Taicho.

"This is crazy!" Kaede yelled, her short, brown hair bouncing as she shook her head and paced around the room. "He's Zaraki Taicho! He's strong as you wouldn't believe, and this Ryoka beat his ass like he was nothing!" Her wide, brown eyes made contact with her own brown irises. "I hope we never run into this monster."

Tamura blinked. "...Zaraki Taicho?" Yeah, she can guarantee that.

"No, the Ryoka!"

Oh.

Yeah, she can do that.

Kuchiki Rukia was sentenced to death.

The day it was supposed to happen she had froze and widened her eyes. Since the Taichos' were strong it was easy to sense them, and right now she could sense Komamura Taicho fighting with... Zaraki Taicho? She had turned and started running, hearing some people call after her. Before she could even make it something was happening on Sokyoku hill.

She never felt so helpless.

The end of the day, however, she learned that the Ryoka were now comrades and there were traitors.

Aizen, Ichimaru, and Tosen Taich—no... They were no longer Taichos'

Kurosaki Ichigo's name had travelled throughout the Seireitei and even in the Rukongai. This man was a legend now. The months that followed showed his strength and how much he grew after gaining the powers of a shinigami. He defeated Aizen and became a hero. Kaede was absolutely smitten with him and had said he hoped to come back to she could seduce him. All Tamura did was stare at her with wide eyes. She then had to remind her that Kurosaki Ichigo was fifteen in the World of the Living, practically a child to them, and was no longer a shinigami.

Which made Kaede pout for days.

Which brings us back to our story...

"No."

Tamura scowled, watching as Kaede's grin soon diminished before she crossed her arms. Just a couple of months had passed since the war was over and Kurosaki Ichigo was living a quiet life. Some people speculated that it wouldn't be long before he'd want to be a shinigami once again, because to them he just didn't seem to be someone who was born for a normal life. Tamura didn't know, maybe he'll become a shinigami again, maybe not. Only time would tell. Plus, she had become a little awestruck of the man. He should come back and stay here.

"But Tamura!" Kaede whined, falling to her knees and shuffling closer with a cat-like smile on her face. "You've been single this entire time I've known you! And how long did you say you've been here? Thirty something years?" She narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips together.

Kaede was... attractive, she supposed. Nothing like Matsumoto fukutaicho and those things she called breasts on her chest. Seriously, they were too big to be real. Some people had even tried convincing others that they were fake until it was proven real, in a painful way. Unfortunately no one knew how it was proven.

Her friend was slightly curvy. Her breasts weren't big, but her hips were huge. Tamura had little curves and her hips were no where near as big as her friend's, but a lot of people thought she was skinny as a stick. Which was fine with her. Once again, they were nothing like Matsumoto's, but still... Big hips had to be annoying. Even Kaede complained that she would accidentally walk into things and people.

"Thirty-eight," Tamura informed her, face flat while she held a pile of paperwork to her chest to deliver to the second division from Komamura Taicho. Speaking of the Taicho she had seen his face after that those Ryoka—comrades—went back to the World of the Living. She had frozen in shock when she saw him, and he lowered his face and looked away as if in shame. Before she knew it she had squealed and said, loudly, "You're so cute~!" He looked at her with wide eyes while she flushed and slapped herself. He's a respected Taicho, he shouldn't be called cute! And as if their roles were reversed, he had quietly thanked her. He had sounded embarrassed, which made him even more adorable. "And I don't need no man." She narrowed her eyes and nodded.

"But you need someone!" Kaede shot up to her feet and grinned broadly. "You need someone to tell you how adorable and cute you are and—Oh!" She widened her eyes and looked away with an embarrassed smile. "You're like... that. I didn't know." She pointed at the brunette. "You should've told me."

Tamura frowned in confusion. "Like what—?" She narrowed her eyes and scowled. "No, I'm not gay. I just don't want a boyfriend. Why should I have a boyfriend?"

"So you can experience love!" Kaede twirled around her friend and grinned. "C'mon! You're cute! You can get any man you want!"

Cute. Right.

Unfortunately, for the both of them, they were often overlooked because they were "average." Ordinary. Nothing to fawn over.

"Do I need to remind you the last ten men you hooked me up with?" Tamura turned and gave her friend a glare, watching as she furrowed her brows and gave a nervous grin.

"So they drank. Who cares?!" Kaede threw her arms up and grinned. "They found you cute when I first introduced them to you!"

"And as I've told you before, I don't like people who drink."

"Yeah, you need to see someone about that," Kaede rubbed her chin and frowned, eyeing her friend speculatively. As if she was someone to study. "If I even have one drink you get all huffy and glare at me like I'm something you scrape off from under your foot. It's mean, I tell you." She crossed her arms and looked away with a sniff.

"As I've said before, Kaede," Tamura sent her a light glare as she continued down the street. "I don't know why I get irritated with people who drink. I tried figuring it out since I arrived and I have no idea." She paused and looked up before turning. "Is there a device that lets you see your life when you were alive?"

"No."

"Then we'll never know." Tamura shrugged lightly and raised her eyebrows before she continued on. "I don't want a boyfriend."

"But every guy wants a cute, lil' girlfriend!" Kaede cooed, patting her friend's cheeks with a grin before she received a glare. "C'mon, as a friend, I want you to be happy."

"I am happy."

"Then look me in the eye," Tamura scowled in irritation before she turned to see Kaede pointing at her with a frown. "and tell me you don't want a body to cuddle up with when you wake up in the morning."

Tamura shrugged lightly with a bewildered frown. "I could just get you to sleep over and I'll cuddle with you."

Kaede grimaced and shook her head. "No, thanks. The last time you 'cuddled' with me I woke up and had to wrestle with you to let me go," Apparently, Tamura, when cuddling, held on too tight. "One more date! And then I'll stop!" She hid her hands behind her back and crossed her fingers. And toes, just to be safe, but let's be honest, she just curled her toes.

"..." Tamura closed her eyes and sighed loudly before she reopened them and sent her friend a flat stare. "One more. Then I'm done. And that's it! No more! If you lie to me and get me another date then I'll..." She hesitated and looked upwards in thought before she grinned evilly. "I'll tell Miyamoto you like him."

Kaede froze and widened her eyes before she scowled. "That's a low blow."

"But required."

Miyamoto Takeda was the fifth seat of the sixth division, and Kaede got all flustered and embarrassed when she was with him. Of course, someone like Tamura, who didn't know anything about loving or liking anyone, had thought she was sick and panicked and even went as far as to bring her to the fourth division. Though once she found out she had said, "Oh." She then asked why Kaede didn't tell him. That earned a long explanation why someone of Kaede's stature doesn't go up to seated officers and tell them why she likes them. Besides, he had a girlfriend. Which was said in a sad tone.

And those "dates", if they could even be called them, every one of those men had ordered drinks. And when she said she didn't drink that just earned her a strange stare. So, as soon as they would take a drink from a cup her attitude turned cold and she left before they knew it.

She did have a "boyfriend" when she was in the Shino academy, but that was for a friend. He had asked her(he had been a friend of Kaede's and had become a friend of hers) to act as his girlfriend to get some guys off his back and stop getting called gay. Even though he was. Of course she agreed.

Strangely, this just gained the attention of a popular student.

She found out he only wanted her attention because he thought Musashi was a loser that didn't deserve a girlfriend, so he had flirted with her. He must have been jealous of her friend. And he flirted with her without knowing her name. And since she wasn't used to this behavior she just stared at him with a strange look and always left when he came within range of her.

Sure a hell didn't stop him, even now.

Since he was in the eighth division, they would cross paths and he would get that swagger and smirk on his face and ask if she was still seeing Musashi.

That guy irritated the crap out of her.

"Fine"! Kaede threw her arms apart and shook her head. "One date! And I'll find one that doesn't drink!" She gained an evil grin, rubbing her hands together. Which freaked Tamura, but she kept that comment to herself. "Oh, seen Musashi yet? I heard he changed his hair color?" She ran a hand through hers with a grin.

Tamura blinked. Speak of the Devil. "He did? What color?"

"...Green." Kaede started cackling when she saw the look that crossed her friend's face. "Nah, he just changed it to a lighter blond."

Musashi had dirty blond hair, so why would he do that? He was good-looking, she supposed, and always had that boyish smile on his face. Maybe someone made fun of his hair. Jerks. So she had no idea why that jerk from before didn't like Musashi, maybe because of his looks.

"When will you be ready for the date of your life?!" Kaede got that deranged look in her eyes, giving a wide, evil grin and snickering.

Which freaked her the fuck out whenever she got that look.

"Um..." Tamura frowned and took a step away before rubbing the back of her neck. The day was like any other, except it was now Fall and grey clouds were starting to roll in. Pretty soon it would be winter, and that would suck very much. "I dunno, when can you find one that doesn't drink? In a year?"

Kaede frowned and sent her a flat look. "Not everyone drinks, Tamura."

"And when you find one you tell me." Tamura patted her friend's arm with a grin before walking down the street.

People that don't drink... was there even such a thing? It seemed that everyone she met wanted to drink. Losers. Not Kaede, though, she was still awesome. She even made an effort to stop drinking.

"See, it's that attitude right there that makes men shrivel up and their dicks fall off."

Crude.

So crude.

Tamura closed her eyes tightly and turned to send Kaede a glare. "Stop talking like that. It's...creepy." Not to mention embarrassing. "...And I don't make those... things... fall off." She murmured meekly, her face turning scarlet as she looked down.

"See?! Adorable~!" Kaede squealed before she pinched her friend's cheeks with a wide grin.

Tamura's eye twitched.

She slapped her friend's hands away and turned, walking away with a scowl. She wasn't adorable. She wasn't cute. She was one some people would rather call cold-hearted. She just didn't have patience to deal with people who drank. Thankfully, Komamura Taicho was refined and didn't drink. Not unlike Iba fukutaicho.

Her scowl grew when she first saw him drinking. The expression on her face was deadpanned, eyes slightly wide. When he saw her he greeted her heartily until she opened her mouth and practically ripped him a new one. Then she walked away without a care, even though he stood gawking after her.

She just didn't know why she didn't like people that drank!

It was annoying!

Kaede continued coo at her when they walked into the second division courtyard, which gained a lot of stares. Tamura didn't like being the center of attention, so she didn't have the heart to tell her best friend that even if she did get a boyfriend she would most likely feel embarrassed if he ever got that intense look she had heard people give their loved ones. Hell, even now the thought caused her face to turn red. Nobody would ever give her that look...

Well, she'll ask Kaede how it is, if she ever grows a pair and tells Takeda her feelings.

His girlfriend be damned.

Tamura had Kaede to ask someone where the office was. The first time Tamura delivered paperwork she had felt too awkward to ask someone where the office was so she had spent the day looking for the room. Only until someone noticed that she didn't belong did they finally bring her to where she wanted to go.

When they walked down the hallway towards the office they paused and blinked when they could hear voices being raised.

"For the last time, Zaraki, no!"

They both widened their eyes and gawked. Zaraki Taicho?! There?! Fuck!

While the man was looked up to by his division, he was very much looked at with fear from other people from different divisions. Themselves included.

"C'mon, Fon, just one round, an' whoever kicks whoever's ass can be indebted to them!"

"No. If you feel the need to fight, you can very well go to Kuchiki. Now get out!"

"I'll leave ya alone for good!"

"As I said, no. Out!"

The door slammed open, and out stalked Zaraki Taicho, looking very much intimidating in person. In a photo he looked scary, but in person... you might as well shit yourself and then piss yourself and then do it all over again. The two women widened their eyes and held their breath when he turned in their direction. They heard he could crush a person with his reiatsu alone. And that if you got in his way he would punch you just to move you. And his strength alone rivaled Komamura Taicho. And that he drank the blood of hollow's, though that may have just been a rumor. Maybe. They had also heard he was bored enough to go after the other Taichos' and even tried giving them offers. Unfortunately, no one wanted to accept.

His hair in its infamous state, with all nine spikes and the bells at the tips and that famous eye patch, he looked even taller. And intimidating, did they already mention that? Having gotten a new haori since the end of the war he also looked as impressive as ever. That angry look in his eye was enough to make them freeze and pale when he briefly glanced at them. Kaede even went as far as to try to smile at him, but it came as a grimace. Has anyone ever smiled at him and lived? They never knew. He growled lightly and sneered at them before he walked down the hallway.

And on his shoulder was his famous partner Kusajishi Yachiru, who beamed and waved at them as they went by.

As soon as he rounded the corner they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are we dead?" Kaede asked, eyes wide as she stared ahead. "Ya sure he didn't kill us an' were in the afterlife-afterlife?"

"...I think so." Tamura looked down at herself and nodded. "Yep, didn't piss myself. I'm proud."

"...Can't say the same for myself." Wide eyes swirled to stare at her before she grinned. "Kidding!"

"Let's just deliver this paperwork and get out of here." Tamura was still pale when she delivered the paperwork, trying to avoid looking at Soi Fon. When the war finished the woman was brave enough to go to the twelfth division to get her arm back, and from what she had heard it was painful. She could barely handle a paper cut. But the brave woman was determined to get her arm back and train.

Apparently everyone was disappointed in themselves that they were training as soon as the war was over in case another threat came.

Not Tamura.

Or Kaede, for that matter.

If a threat did come the Taichos' could take care of it.

Besides, they weren't what you would call... strong. As said before they were average at best when fighting. They could defend themselves, all right, but if they were alone... Well, then they'd be that person that would run from a fight screaming bloody murder. So, they didn't see a reason to get stronger. They weren't brave. They weren't geniuses. They weren't strong. They were... ordinary. Average. Something to look over.

And they were fine with that.

And though she didn't know it, Tamura still didn't have much skills as she did from her earlier life, other than learning how to fight and control her reiatsu. So she was glad to have Kaede as a friend, since she had skills that made her a little envious. For example, she was teaching her how to cook.

Yum.

Tonight's lesson was making Tonkatsu, deep-fried pork rolled in breadcrumbs.

Double yum.

When they walked out of the building they breathed a sigh of relief. Soi Fon, like all the other Taichos', was intimidating. Besides, she more likely knew where all the vitals in your body were. And that was a scary thought itself. Never piss off that woman.

"Just so I know, would you date someone from the eleventh?"

The question came out of nowhere that it was enough to make Tamura stop and turn to stare at her best friend with wide eyes. Her face must have been funny, because it was enough to make Kaede start cackling. Okay, it might have been funny, but did she even hear herself ask that question.

"...No," Tamura pulled a face and shuddered. "Why would I date someone from the eleventh division? That's gross. Did you even see any of them, they're all ugly." Especially those hair styles.

She paused when she saw Kaede stop laughing and grin before her eyes popped wide open. She was looking over her shoulder, which made her furrow her eyebrows and turn to see what she was looking at.

Zaraki Taicho.

He must have gotten lost in the building. His sense of direction was also famous, since it was well-known throughout the Seireitei that he got lost easily. He had slid the door open and had heard what she said, if that glare and sneer meant anything. Tamura widened her eyes when she saw how dark his look was.

"I-I mean..."

You know what? Screw it.

She turned and started sprinting away, with Kaede on her tail. They kept running until they thought they were safe out of harm's way and started gasping and wheezing for breath and leaned on the walls for support. Kaede blinked when Tamura turned and sent her a glare. Why was she staring at her like that?

"...What?"

"Why didn't you tell me he was behind me?!"

"I didn't know until I stopped laughing!"

"Never mind that, why ask such a stupid question?!"

"'Cause I know someone from the eleventh division!"

"No! Not now, not ever!"

"But—"

"No, let's go, he might be trying to hunt us!"

Kaede didn't argue with that thought even if it was be ridiculous, since she also thought the same and ran down the street with her friend. They heard the guy was dangerous and were taking no chances.

"You looked kinda pissed there, Boss. What happened?" Ikkaku was sitting at the bottom steps and gave a smirk when the Taicho walked down.

"Fon said no," Again. Kenpachi glared in the distance and practically shook in anger. Whatever technique Ichigo used had caused him to lose his powers, what made matters worse is that there was no rematch. He left without a goodbye. But he knew, Ichigo would be back. It was just a matter of when. "An' that little bitch that ran away pissed me off."

"Whatever for?" Yumichika turned away from examining his nails and smiled at the Taicho.

"Nothing," Like hell he would tell them. It wasn't really something to get mad about anyway. Still, everyone from his division was ugly? He scoffed lightly. Didn't they notice that Yumichika was—The thought caused him to frown. Why did Yumichika pop into his head as an attractive person. True, he was attractive, but... eh. "That bitch said all my subordinates were ugly." He frowned in thought.

Actually, she had a point.

Nothing but thugs.

"Excuse me?" Yumichika instantly hissed, which made the Taicho roll his eyes. Of course he had an opinion about that. "I hope they weren't talking about me!" He huffed and placed his hands on his hips. "Everyone else, of course, is ugly. Those two women..." He scoffed loudly as a look of disgust crossed his face. "They're nothing to fawn over."

Ikkaku frowned and raised an eyebrow as he pushed himself off the step and stood. "You'll even go as far as ta insult a woman? Sheesh, no wonder women don't like ya."

Yumichika turned and gave him a frosty stare.

"Did you see them?"

A blink. "Yeah." Kind of hard to miss two terror-stricken women run by.

"Exactly! Their skin was oily, their faces plain, they looked fat, just... ugly!" Yumichika scoffed and crossed his arms to look away. "They should stay away from the eleventh division, them and their ugliness!"

Ikkaku gave him a dry stare and huffed. One compliment from them and they'll be his favorite people for a while. His vanity knew no bounds. Seriously, he doesn't really know women, but he knew enough to not insult a woman. Even behind their backs. It was like they had a sixth sense for these kind of things. It happened one time when he insulted Matsumoto, the next time he had seen her she had punched him across the face.

Never insult a woman.

It might come back to bite you in the ass.

Yachiru, still on Kenpachi's shoulder, pulled a face and tilted her head. "Ugly? They didn't look ugly. They looked... scared!" She grinned at what she thought was a good observation.

"No, no, fukutaicho, I meant their appearance was ugly."

"No, they weren't."

"They were."

"No."

"They were—You know what? Never mind, let's go." Yumichika, still huffing, turned and sauntered towards the exit. "Let's hope we never run into that ugly pair again."

"They're not ugly!"

"They were!"

Yachiru and Yumichika continued arguing while Kenpachi and Ikkaku shared a look. They knew what was going to happen next and they were going to make sure they saw so they could laugh. Sooner or later, if Yumichika continued to anger Yachiru, he was going to get his ass kicked.

Great first impressions. XD

Anyway, if you're wondering, "What the hell? Kenpachi has spikes in his hair?" O.o It's 'cause I'm starting this right after the war ended! :D Two years before Ichigo comes back. X3

So they'll all retain their original look. X3 Not for Kurotsuchi, though. :( He'll still have that pharaoh look, I still love his look when he first appears. X3 Over time their appearances will change. :3 No quincy arc, though. That'll just piss my off. In case you haven't noticed... I don't like any of the quincies in the quincy arc. XD

And I'm bummed out. :(

My Hunchback of Note Dame... is scratched. DX I only watched it ONCE! And that was before I went to college. I had foolishly thought my family wouldn't scratch it. I should've took it with me. DX One of my favorite movies and it's scratched... QAQ

It sucks.

October 11, 2014