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Chapter 3! Is the third chapter. After the second, before the fourth. Don't know what else to say.
Oh yeah and FYI... a shihakusho is the name for those black Shinigami robes.
Chapter 3- Why Not to Play With Fire
"C'mon, follow us!" shouted Rukia to the 1st year students (who will hereby be referred to as the noobs). "We'll show you where to go." She and Renji ran towards the building as the others followed, running over people who had fallen down along the way. By the time they got to the door, it was lodged shut with students crammed in so that nobody could get in or out. Suddenly a bell resonated throughout the building. Soifon-sensei casually stepped in front of them. "Tsk, tsk. You all have at this point forty years of detention each and counting. Oh, well... this is the first day so I guess it can slide. Now HURRY UP IN HERE BEFORE I WHOOP ON YOUR BEHINDS!!!" The massive sound waves emanating from her managed to dislodge the students, causing them to fall over. They all got up and calmly made their way into the main hall.
The main hall was just a long, tall hallway that stretched forever down a straight path, with doors and smaller hallways branching off. The floors were made of wood and the white walls were decorated with classic Asian style windows and pictures and whatnot. You've seen what the inside looks like anyway right?
Almost immediately to the right of the entrance was another door leading into the lecture hall. The lecture hall was fashioned like an amphitheater, stretched upward fifteen stories tall, and could fit every Shinigami student enrolled and his brother. The seating was divided into three sections: a mass of seating on the bottom, one above it in the middle, and another above it on the top.
Renji and Rukia made their way up a lot of stairs to the second section where they found two seats, followed by Ichigo, Chad, Uryuu, Orihime, Tatsuki, Keigo, and Mizuiro, who sat in a nice little 3x3 block with three in a row in three rows. On the massive stage below, almost a thousand chairs were set up in nice, neat rows. "How big is this school?" asked Orihime out loud.
"I heard that it's so big that they need a thousand teachers just to accommodate all the students," answered Tatsuki, the rumor apparently confirmed by the number of chairs below. As students filled into the room, Rukia explained what was going on to the mass of noobs that had followed her up.
"This is where the headmaster introduces himself and the other teachers and explains how this school works. Just remember, this is a very serious establishment, so you must stay formal and sophisticated at all times, especially in this room."
"Peanuts! Get your salty, oily, buttery peanuts! Now with only 3 percent of the lethal dose of rat feces!" shouted a vendor a few aisles below.
"Yo, up here!" called Renji, throwing money at the vendor in exchange for a green bag of peanuts. As he was about to open them he noticed a glare from Rukia. "...what? I'm hungry."
"Don't you dare make me use this..." warned Rukia, taking out from under her shihakusho a large red rubber hand on a handle, with a picture of a frowning Renji on it.
"No!" He threw the peanuts in the direction of the back seats. "Not the disciplinator, please!"
"Alright then." She put it away.
"Silence, everyone!" shouted the old, old, ridiculously incredibly old headmaster below, after all the teachers had sat in their seats and he himself was standing up in the middle of the stage in front of his own chair. "Silence, silence! You with the glasses up there! Stop talking!" He pointed at Uryuu, which is strange because if I recall he hasn't even said anything yet.
When everyone quieted down, he cleared his throat. "I am headmaster Yamamoto. Welcome to Soul Reaper Academy. One thing you will learn about this place is that I am quick to expel all and any students who disturb this establishment. And by expel, I mean I will light you on fire. With my magic fiery powers. Oooooooooooh!" He waved his fingers in the air mysteriously.
A student coughed somewhere on the first floor. Immediately the headmaster pointed a finger at him and the student suddenly combusted, turning into a pile of ash on the chair in 1.2 seconds flat. "Any questions? No? None? You!" He pointed out a girl in the first row, who cringed.
"Don't worry, you needn't be afraid of me. I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 10. Do you know what it is?"
"Um... 7?" ZAP! Another pile of ash. "Correct! Congratulations. Now I guess I should introduce all the teachers and explain all the rules of the school, however, that would be boring and tedious and it would be much more fun to combust random students as you all scurry out in a frantic manner."
Nobody moved.
"I SAID GET THE HELL OUT!" he thundered, causing students to quickly escape from the room. "He must be in a bad mood," Chad commented as they ran out the door into a hallway.
"Yeah, he gets like this at the beginning of every year, I hear," answered Renji.
The door they came out was on the eighth floor. It was a mirror image of the first, with a long hallway that never ended. As they regrouped, fifth and sixth year student officers were wandering around, spreading news of what to do. "All students years two through six report to your respective dormitories. All freshman follow us to the Courtyard of Agony and Despair."
Despite its name, the Courtyard of Agony and Despair was a rather pleasant place. It was high up in the building, on the roof of at least the tenth or eleventh floor, but on all four sides of the large square park, walls with uniform windows on them stretched higher still, boxing it in. The courtyard itself was reminiscent of a Tokyo park, scattered with green trees, small gardens, park benches, and even lamp posts, on a smooth white tile floor.
The park was packed with confused and nervous kids in regular clothes. There were also a few student officers from higher grades in shihakushos looking over them.
From a door on the other side of the courtyard entered a dark-haired, professional-looking woman with glasses and skirt of modest length.
"All freshman line up in the shape of a K!" she commanded.
"Why?"
"BECAUSE SENSEI WILLS IT SO!!!" The freshmen hastily lined up as so.
"Now." She straightened her glasses. "My name is Nanao. I am the aide of Shunsui Kyoraku, professor of zanpaku-tou classes. Now if only he would show up, we could get started..."
Suddenly, a whoosh of air (yes, a whoosh) came from above as a black silhouette appeared out of nowhere, its sword gleaming in the sunlight as it came down from above, stopping in front of Nanao. The light shone on the silhouette, showing it was a tall, hairy man in a pink robe decorated with flowers, wearing a round straw hat like all stereo-typical samurai do. He was facing the students and his head was down, and when he raised it he uttered, "I... am Shunsui Kyoraku."
As he finished his sentence, Nanao's shihakusho silently tore into three cuts, in the shape of a K. All the students clapped and cheered; Nanao, however, seemed rather unpleased. "Sir, is it possible for you to make an entrance without ruining my clothes?"
"It is not." He then turned to the students and began to explain just what in the world they were doing.
Finally the end of the chapter... sorry it took me awhile to update, truth be told I had the bulk of this finished about a week ago but I couldn't come up with a good ending... heh... so. Reviews very appreciated please!