-8 PM-

I finished the Shinigami book, basically twice. But I still felt uninformed.

Maybe because it didn't mention how to become a real shingami, except dying and going through the Shinigami Academy or only how to become a substitute shinigami, which is supposedly a crime.

And it didn't mention a single thing about Quincy's. In the timeline in the back, it didn't have a thing about a war 200 years ago.

Did the shinigami resent the war enough to try to erase it from history?

I didn't go down for dinner. Again. I was too busy flipping through the book, trying to find anything related to the Quincy. I even reread the Wars section a third time around.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I looked in the front of the book to see when it was published. It was published just two years ago. It was new.

Okay, so maybe the Quincy didn't have a humane way of exterminating Hollow's, but this is a text book for crying out loud! It's part of history, a pretty big part of it, at that. I mean, wouldn't mom be in this text book, too?

Mom deserves to be in here. She was a white and joined the black, then made a gray! I think she deserves to be, like, a hero! What the hell is wrong with that academy?!

I growled and got up from my computer chair. I picked up the book and threw it at the wall with my left hand.

"Damn them!" I grumbled under my breath.

I heard footsteps coming up he stairs and then my dad knocked.

I glared at the door as it opened.

He flipped on the main light switch and it became brighter. It irritated my eyes.

He looked a bit worry. "What was that noise?" He asked.

I pointed at the book, "It doesn't say a damn thing about the Quincy or mom! Why? Why doesn't it?!" I demanded.

He quietly shut the door behind him and sat in my computer chair. He made a gesture for me to sit on my bed; so I did, though I didn't feel it was right for the moment.

"Seishou... The shinigami aren't proud of what they did. But they had to do what they had to do. If they hadn't fought back, the outcome wouldn't have ended up very well. The population would have dropped drastically. Please understand that no one wants to remember those dreadful times. Your mother's identity had to be kept secret form those who didn't know. I asked for that." He explained

I tightened my fist, now I knew what he said made some sense, but it still upset me.

I looked into my lap, avoiding to look at dad.

"She deserves better... She was trying to make a difference... She wanted to be heard, but she couldn't... She had to keep quiet or else she couldn't make that change... She failed because of Kurotsuchi...

"I know she wanted to make a change the relationship between Quincy and Shinigami, I can feel it..."

I looked up to dad, now full of confidence. "I'm going to finish what she started. But I'm going to do it differently. I'm not going to keep quiet, I'll yell it to every shinigami or Hollow if I have to. I am going to defeat Kurotsuchi and make mom's name be known everywhere in Soul Society."

He looked a bit surprised, than smiled a bit. I wasn't used to this expression of his. I knew he was proud, like before, but it still felt so unfamiliar.

He put his hand on my left shoulder. "I can't stop you anymore, can I?"

"No one can stop me. Nothing will stop me." I said.

I shoved his hand away and got up. "I'm going to train."

He got up, too. "But you're injured still." He said.

"I just said nothing will stop me. A few busted up bones will be an exception."

-Dojo-

As painful as it was, I was doing what I said I was going to do; train.

I was trying to learn how to use my left hand with a shinai.

I had a bell tied to the tip of each side of it. A method dad used to learn how to be graceful, but quick, with a katana.

It took some pain reliever and even took some calcium pills from dad's medicine cabinet. I wanted to heal as quick as possible.

With each blow, I put some reiatsu behind it.

I made sure not a Hollow or even another shinigami detect it. In the Shingiami book, it had some information about kidou, although it only gave me about five basic incantations and one type of seal.

I had made a seal and sealed off this room so that whatever reiatsu was in it, couldn't leak out to be detected unless I released the seal.

It was hard; holding up a seal and training with my left hand at the same time. It was tiring.

I didn't know if I could really last ten more minutes like this.

"Tired there, Princess?" A voice asked.

I recognized it right away and stopped almost automatically.

I looked around anxiously.

"Silly, stop looking around! You can't see me." She said.

I growled now, "I'm going psycho..."

I got back into position and gripped tightly.

"Are you trying to ignore me?" She asked.

I didn't say anything. I continued what I was doing before I heard Her voice.

I made myself believe I was just having these weird dreams. That her voice nad grin was just me being stressed out.

"Oi! Listen to me when I'm talkin'!" She demanded angrily.

I kept on thrashing my shinai forward, bring it back up in a sort of curve so the bell would not make a sound.

I flinched at the sudden pain in my right arm. The bell ting-ed.

"Heh." Her voice said.

It was louder than the bell. She sounded satisfied for some reason.

I was about to move, but, I couldn't.

I tried to flex my fingers on my shinai. Nothing.

Why... Can't I move...?

"Isn't it obvious, Princess? Your little gigai's at it's limit. Your soul is mine for the taking." She gloated.

I tried to move again, but nothing. I couldn't even blink automatically, or breathe at my own pace.

You're not real! You're not real! I'm not a soul, I don't have a gigai! I am a Quincy! You are not real, so you can't take over! My body is mine! Whether you're real or not, I will stay in control

I didn't hear her voice for a few moments.

I tried to move my feet and flex my fingers at the same time, it was successful.

I smirked a bit, but it was quickly wiped off when I collapsed to my knees, panting.

I'm going insane...

-Next Day - School-

I was standing by Chad, Mizuiro was sitting in his assigned seat, Keigo was sitting on a desk.

"Seishou, do you think you'll be able to at least come to next month's kendo tournament at Tokyo University?" Mizuiro asked.

I smirked. "Tch. That's not all I'm going to do there." I said.

Keigo raised a brow. "Nani?"

"I'm going to participate. Duh." I said simply, as if everything was normal.

"But you just got hurt." Mizuiro pointed out.

I held up my left held and put it in a fist, I threw my fist at Chad's arm.

He didn't move. Did he even notice?

"I felt it." He said simply.

I smiled to Mizuiro and Keigo, "Who said that I'd be stopped from doing what I do best? Some busted up bones sure ain't stopping me!"

"Oi, are you mental? You can't use one hand for kendo." Keigo commented.

I lifted my right foot and brought it up to his face before anyone really realized I moved. B

"Didn't I just say I'm gonna be stopped? Eh, Kaeru-bozu?"

I lifted my foot and plated it on the floor.

"Itai..." He squeaked. TʌT

I sensed Ichigo's reiatsu coming and I looked to the door. There he was.

He looked chippy today.

I could only wear a straight face. I knew why he was so chippy today. I remembered yesterday, when Yuzu came to the bakery.

Tomorrow, he'll take the day off from school for a picnic. To celebrate an anniversary. Masaki's death.

Orihime waved to Ichigo, "Ohayo, Kurosaki-kun!" She greeted gleefully.

Ichigo stopped and looked to her with a chippy smile. "Oh, ohayo, Inoue." He greeted.

Ichigo started walking towards our group and stopped on the other side of Chad, opposite of me.

"Ohayo, Ichigo." Mizuiro greeted.

"Ohayo." Chad added.

"Ohayo, Mizuiro, Keigo, Chad, Seishou." Ichigo greeted in return.

I tried to smile. "Ohayo gozaimasu, Ichigo..."

"Ichigo, Seishou kicked Keigo in the face again." Mizuiro said, to go along with the situation.

Ichigo laughed with Mizuiro and I let myself join. Keigo grunted and Chad remained quiet.

-Kendo Practice-

I stepped into the gym with my kendo outfit on and my shinai in my left hand.

My right arm, with the sling, was on the inside of the front guard.

Arata, a member of the kendo club, jogged to me and stopped. "What are you doing here?!" He demanded concerningly.

"What does it look like? I'm here to practice! Now step aside, buddy boy! I'm not used to using only one hand, my left at that." I said, pushing him aside with ym shinai.

I kept on walking forward and went to the empty corner of the gym.

I didn't have the bells on my shinai, so it would make it difficult to determine whether or not I was doing it right with this hand.

I noticed that all eye's were on my, I snapped my glare to every pair of eyes on me. "Get back to training, bakas!"

They all stiffened and bowed, "H-hai!" They said all at once and quickly got back to what they were doing, only more cautiously.

I smirked.

It's good to be back!

Before I could train, I saw dad coming my way.

I noticed he had an envelope. He stopped by me and held it out for me.

"Nani?" I laid my shinai against the wall and took the envelope.

"It's an invitation for the kendo summer camp." He said.

I looked at the envelope, it looked authentic and said it was from them itself.

My eyes grew wider and I used my teeth to tear off the edge and took out the paper inside with my thumb and index finger, dropping the envelope. I unfolded the paper and began reading.

Dear Seishou-sama,

Haha! Your ol' man fooled ya! It's not really from the kendo club camp, but it is an invitation.

I stopped reading and looked up to dad. "You freakin' liar."

"Keep reading." He insisted.

I grunted and kept reading.

You probably don't remember me, but it's Urahara Kisuke. I used to give you lots of candy when you were younger.

I stopped reading again. "Urahara?!" I said out loud.

I remembered him. I remember trying to steal his hat repeatedly and once I tried to burn his shoes.

I kept reading.

Congrats on deciding your future career! Everyone's really proud of you.

Anyways, mind coming back over for a little fun tonight? Just make sure none of your friends find out. Especially Rukia, she'll try to kill me!

Sincerely,
Urahara Kisuke

I folded it back up and looked to dad. "I'm assuming he knows, too?"

I gave him back the paper, he put it in his pocket. "There's no way he would not know. He knows more than even myself."

I wore a straight face. "Why does he want me over?"

HE smiled. "You'll see."

He wore a frown now.

I panicked a bit, knowing what he was about to do.

I quickly got back into position and started training as quickly as I could. °n°

"Move it, maggot! Put more power behind that strike!" He demanded.

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