-Next Morning-
I stood infront of the information desk with a blahish look on my face.
"Can I help you?" The secretary asked.
"Yeah, I need to talk to the director, Ryuken Ishida." i said.
"What buisness do you have with him? Business or personal?" She asked.
"Let's just say it's really urgent, this matter is both buisness and personal." I said, with a smirk on my face.
"Then you'll have to come back later, then, miss. He's booked at the moment." She said.
I frowned, "I don't think you understand. I'm the strongest yankee around Karakura Town if your son hasn't told you yet. Hasn't be mentioned a blue-haired girl with the strongest punch he's ever experienced?"
She seemed to know what I mean, "He's in his third office; room 23. Left hall." She said quickly.
I smiled sweetly, "Thanks. And tell Tenshi hi for me, 'kay?"
I started taking her directions and then found room 23. I knocked on the door and waited.
"Come in." A man's voice said.
I placed my hand on the knob and the turned it and opened the door.
Before I even went in, I looked in the center of the room in the back to see a man in an all white suit with a white tie with blue crosses all over it. He had white hair, too, but looked young. He had thin glasses like Uryu, too.
He leaned against his desk, readng a file in his hands.
I stepped in and closed the door.
"What is your buisness?" He asked, still reading the file.
I looked at him with a blank look. "I need your training." I said.
He put his files down and crossed his arms, keeping a straight face.
"My assumption was right, but I refuse." He said.
I pursed my lips, trying to contain my anger.
This guy was pissing me off; the way he just refused and kept a straight face.
"You refuse? Why? You're the strongest Quincy alive and yet you refuse to pass down your wisdom? What's up with that?"
He still had a straight face. "Here's some wisdom I will passs down: Focus on the living, not the dead."
I clenched my fist. Damn this guy! I come to him and he says no? What kind of deal is that? And what's what with what he just said? Does he hear himself?!
"Look, I want to save both the dead and living." I said.
"You can't have it both ways." He said.
I smirked now, this is where I could get to him.
"Oh, really now? You know, my dad came up with a bit of a nifty saying about the Quincy and shinigami. The Quincy are white, the shinigami are black. In a way, I happen to be both. I'm gray, or you could use a pattern, like black and white checkers. And the Quincy are alive, but yet the shinigami are pure souls, meaning their dead. Either way, I'm both." I said.
He still had that straight face. "You prove a bit of a point, but why should I train you? How does that save the living?"
I stiffened up a bit unconsciously. "I don't know much about the Soul Society or Hollow's, but I know the Hollow's effect the living world, too, then it effects Soul Society, then it just goes into a cycle, I guess.
"If a Hollow devours a soul, that soul can't be sent to Soul Society, and if that can't happen, that soul can't be reborn into the Real World, and if that Hollow doesn;t become purified, then more souls are destroyed, and if it gets out of hand, then it becomes more than a cycle, it becomes the end of the Real world and Soul Society." I said.
I hope I sounded smart.
It was silent between us, he had the same expression.
"How long have you known about shinigami and such?" He asked, breaking the eerie silence.
"Nearly a week, Ishida-sama." I answered.
"And you came up with that philosophy on yor own or did you learn it from someone else?" He asked.
"Myself, Ishida-sama. I don't know whether it's accurate or not, but that's what I know." I said.
It was silent again.
He closed his eyes, I could tell he was in depe thought.
"How intuned are you with your powers?" He asked.
"I'm able to drain reiatsu from a Hollow and weaken it fairly quickly. My dad says it's like my mom's Quincy powers, but that's all I know about the Quincy strength; the ability to take spirit particles from their surroundings. So I assume that what I can do is unique, since I can just think about gaining strength and take my opponent's reiatsu. I've used it twice, the first time without realizing it. Other than that, I'm pretty inexperienced. That's why I came to you." I told him.
"Alright, I'll teach you the basics. But Uryu will take over when you know the basics. Do you understand?"
I nodded, then bowed, "Thank you very much, Ishida-sama."
"Now leave. I have much work to do. I will have Uryu give you a message of when I am free." He said.
I was about to turn around, but stopped and looked to Ryuken. "Um, one more question: Does Uryu know about being related and all?" I asked.
He gave me a stern look. "That is unimportant. Leave." He ordered.
I sighed, then left.
-School-
I had went ahead and went to school. I was only at the hospital for half an hour. I told my teacher that I had cramps and she excused me being late.
Right now, I was in class, staring out the window.
Man, did dad know how stubborn and snotty Ryuken was? I think I'm more fond of Uryu. If Ryuken wasn't such a snob, I'd be learning about my Quincy abilities.
I wonder what Uryu's reaction would be if I told him we're related? I should, just to see!
The bell rang for lunch and I shot up, glad that I didn't have to sit still anymore.
The whole class barged out, except for Keigo, Mizuiro, Ichigo, and Uryu. Uryu never left the classroom for lunch.
Mizuiro and Keigo came up to my desk, showing they were waiting for me. I smiled to them. "Hey, do you mind if I eat lunch with Uryu today? Just today, that's all." I said.
Mizuiro smiled, "Sure, that's fine."
Keigo looked stumped, "Have you gone insane?" He asked.
I glared at him, then looked to Mizuiro, "Tell Ichigo I'm sorry, I just need to talk with Uryu about soemthing. Plus, the guy needs a friend." I said.
They left with Ichigo and I got my bag and walked over to where Ishida was sitting, in his assigned seat. I put my bag on the desk next to his and sat.
He didn't looked at me. He was... Sewing.
I blinked a couple times. "Um... What's that you're sewing?" I asked.
He put the cloth and needle down and gave me a stern look. "What is it you want, Kotsu-san?" He asked.
I smiled, trying to give a good first impression. "What's wrong with getting to know eachother?"
"I already know your basics and personals." He said.
I was still smiling, "Creepish, but okay. But I don't know you. Well, other than your name, hobby, looks, and a few of your relatives..." I trailed off.
"I only have one relative." He said.
I raised a brow, smirking, "Oh really? Hasn't Ryuken mentioned another member who beared a child your age?" I asked.
"I don't have to listen to someone uninformed." HE said nad went back to his sewing.
I slapped his back playfully, "That's no way to treat your cous!" I said.
everything became silent and he didn't move.
"Nani?" I poked his back.
"Did I kill Uri-chan?" I asked myself, now poking hsi head.
He got up and I sighed i relief, though I knew he was okay, physically.
He glared down to me. "You have no proof." He said firmly.
I leaned back in my chair, making it tilt. I was grinning, "Oh really? I don't know a lot, but I sure do know what you are, which is what I am, too."
"And just what is that?" He asked.
I got up and pushed the chair in. "Quincy."
His glare intensified. "Why should I believe you?"
Just the expression I'd hope for! This sure is entertaining!
I put my hands behind my back innocently. "Can't you tell from just my reiatsu? I'm not much, but I sure can tell you're strong. I don't know how much reiatsu I ahve compared to yours, but I've been learning to suppress it as much as I can, but surely you sensed it before I started suppressing it. I mean, it was enough to attract Hollow's! One by will which I took out with some primitive Quincy power and a blade in hand. But I guess having a former shinigami as a father might overrule my Quincy reiatsu."
He only glared and I sat back down and reached into my bag and pulled out an apple. I held it up in the air to give it to him. I was smiling.
"You look a bit pale, eat."
He just sat down and went back to sewing.
That was so much better than TV!
I took a bite out of the apple since he didn't accept it. "You didn't answer my question, Uri-chan. What'cha makin'?" I asked.
"It's Uryu. I'm making a pillow case for sewing club." He said.
"Hm. Could you do me a favor then?" I asked.
He grew an anime vein. "What is it?"
I stood up and lifted my baggy girl's uniform shirt to show him the lining of my school skirt and pants. "Could you sew my skirt and pants together? It's a pain trying to find them individually every morning. And keeping them both adjusted to eachother and everything."
Without word, he go up and then placed his hand on my shoulder. I found myself spinning in fast circles, than stopped not even two seconds later. It took a moment for me to see clearly, but then I saw Uryu sitting down.
"There." He said.
I blinked a couple times in confusement, then looking downtown my skirt and pants and was speechless.
"Uri-chan... What... In the Hell.. Did you do!?" I demanded, becoming furious.
My pants weren't pants anymore, they were tight shorts and my skirt was frillier than what it was. I looked in the back and saw the pants material hanging in ribbons from the back of my skirt.
"I just made some minor adjustments, that's all." He said.