The flash of light…the scream of the beast…it's all too unreal…
He couldn't believe…that a mere human could have such immediate control of their Shinigami powers…after countless decades of training, even he couldn't suppress all of his reiatsu, and it always leaked out just slightly.
"This girl though, Rukia…what sheer control…" Dresssed in a white kimono, he was all too aware that all of his powers have been stripped from him; not just half. "She might go mad from it...!!"
Lopping off the Hollow's right foot, the small raven haired girl continuously charged in a mad spree. "That's for attacking my family YOU FISH-FACED FREAK!!" Immediately slashing down, the white mask split at a terrible speed, disintegrating into mere smoke.
Her violet eyes blinked once more, and then she exhaled and collapsed to the ground. Struggling to get up, Ichigo instead crawled over to the unconscious form in an unexplained panic.
"Don't worry about it…" a man's voice calmly said.
"Heh?"
Around her, dust and clouds skewed her view. She was still dressed in the strange dark garb known as a shihakusho.
"Ow…what's going on, Rukia…" A man groaned in pain. His ripped and tattered doctor's coat fluttered in the dead wind.
"Rukia-neechan…it hurts…" A small girl whined.
"I thought when you became a Shinigami…You'd save us!?"
"Oooww!!"
Looking away at the zombified versions of her family, Rukia spotted the orange haired man standing behind her. Raising his hand to salute, he smiled a blank and toothy smile, "I am sorry" his monotonous voice said, "You were too late!"
"Good-"
"Too late!?" She called out in surprise.
"-Morning-"
"Then I…For nothing…"
"RUKI...AAA!!"
"HAI-YAHHHH!!!" A large scream called out, so loud that even those passerby heard from outside. A loud smack followed, and the goat haired man was shoved down to the bed by her shoed foot. "What kind of freak attacks his daughter in her sleep?!"
"I…just wanted to hug my daughter…" his voice muffled out. "You looked so cute…"
"Hey old man, where are your wounds?" The old man's eye snuck out into view, surprised at what she asked.
"Wounds? What wounds?" Her own eyes furrowed at this, not knowing what to say.
"Say what?"
Sitting in a chair, staring off blankly, the auburn haired girl blinked not once since seeing him. Her book, the 'Encyclopedia of the Stars' lay flat in her lap as the school bell rang. The slight breeze, allowed into the room through the open window behind her, brushed the nape of her neck with its warm gentle caress.
Her grey school uniform, which hugged her gracious curves with all too much talent, shifted about as she sat. Breathing in and out idly, she sighed loudly.
"Hey, stop that." Another uniformed girl approached. "Don't waste your youth daydreaming!" Placing her hands on her hips, she smirked as the auburn haired girl snapped out of her reverie.
"Tatski-chan…"
"I see you're taken by the new guy…" The tall raven haired girl said suddenly.
"Huh?"
"…" Sighing to herself, the raven haired girl bent down so her face was at level with her elusive friend. "What's so great about him, Orihime? He's got tweaked out hair, he's sitting away from everyone, and he hasn't even introduced himself… a girl with boobs like yours could do a lot better."
"He's funny!" The long haired girl replied. A stupid grin popped on her face.
"Wuh…?"
"When I think of his scowling face…" Quietly sitting, Orihime suddenly burst into a raucous laughter. "It's hilarious!!"
"Um, okay…"
"Hey, did you guys hear about Rukia-san?" A male student interjected from his seat. "She may be absent today."
"Mizuiro…How come?" Tatski questioned.
"It was like this," the perm wearing boy began to explain, "I was passing by her place this morning and there was this big hole in her house. They said a truck plowed into it in the middle of the night—so her dad said…"
"A truck!?" Tatski exclaimed, "So!? Is she hurt!? Or maybe-"
A bag slapped her head before she could finish, and looking at her attacker, a smaller raven haired girl stared back with an uninterested look. "Sorry to disappoint you, we all survived."
"Good morning, Rukia-chan!"
"Hey there Orihime-chan."
"So you're not fixing your house then?" Tatski asked her friend.
"Yeah...I was able to speak to Miss Ochi, and she didn't think too much about it."
"Hey, Rukia…took you long enough to get here…" a voice scowled from beside her. Stiffening at the familiar voice, she slowly turned her neck towards her left, where the furrowed brows of an orange haired brute stared. He wore the male uniform of her school, but it clearly didn't look like he knew how to wear it properly.
"What…are you…"
"Oh, this is Ichigo Kuchiki. He started here yesterday, but it seems like you already know each other…." Mizuiro popped in. "It's an unusual time to transfer, but his family had to move."
"Why are you…" she pointed with a trembling (out of surprise) hand.
"Yo, I don't have any textbooks yet. So, I'm going to borrow yours."
What…?
"K, Rukia?"
"IS HE OUT OF HIS MIND?!"
Some words from the Typewriter
Now I've updated two stories since Spring Break, and one more to go.
Orihime's entrance is a funny story, since it took me a bit of thinking to come up with it...basically, I was tempted for a bit to make her daydream about Rukia, but that would kinda change her character, wouldn't it?
And why'd I skip the the construction scene from the Kurosaki family? It would take away time from writing about my cute Orihime...pyon...
...legalities...
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