Author's Notes; I'm very mean. But don't worry, you'll find out what Masaki's shikai in the next chapter. It's pretty important. And the Corps finally reach Masaki. Please Rate and Review.


Kido Destiny

Masaki winced as his instructor inspected the wound. He was in his dorm, being treated. He was shirtless, fresh bandages wrapped around his shoulder and the top half of his chest. There was a faint bloodstain on through the bandages on his shoulder. There was a similar stain on his back, in the same spot.

"When did I pass out?" Masaki asked.

"About the time his sword came out the other end." His instructor's hands became green. He pressed a hand on each side of the wound. "You need to learn the healing techniques. You see what a difference it made. Had Tosen not known it, you very well might have won."

Masaki nodded. "I know. I'll focus my attention on that."

The man appeared beside the instructor. "Masaki Nakamura."

Masaki blinked. "Yes?"

The man produced a scroll from his sleeve. "I am a recruiter for the Kido Corps. Do you know who we are?"

Masaki's eyes widened. He was speechless for a few seconds. "The K-Kido Corps?"

The man nodded. "We've had our eye on you for a while now." He continued. "It is obvious that your skill in kido is comparable to a ranked officer. Eishohaki at your age, deceptive double chants. Nakamura, you are only twelve years old. You are a prodigy, and we would be honored to have you join the ranks of the Kido Corps."

Masaki trembled. "I would be honored."

The man unrolled the scroll. "If you sign your name right now, we can offer you immediate admission into the Corps and, if your instructor signs as well, we can give you the rank of seat 20 or higher."

Masaki looked to his instructor with big eyes. "Instructor-dono,"

"Masaki,"

"Instructor-dono," Masaki repeated, "Joining the Corps has been my dream since I joined the academy."

His instructor sighed. "You know I'm reluctant. You've just learned shikai. It's only your second year. You're only twelve years old!"

"You know I've got more power than half the students in this academy, regardless of age." He protested. "I'd make a fantastic ranked officer and you know it."

"Humility, Masaki." His instructor warned.

Masaki shook his head. "Humility, yes. I learned that the hard way. But being in a position where I could do the most good isn't breaking the code of humility. I know I still have a lot to learn, but the Corps can teach me. Please," He pleaded.

His instructor sighed, closed his eyes, and nodded. "Very well. I'll sign. But,"

He was cut off as Masaki jumped up and hugged him around the waist. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He was patted on the head softly.

"Just remember what you've learned here." His instructor reminded. "And do the academy proud."

The Kido Corps had a well sized building. It was hidden within the Seireitei, at the base of Sougyoku hill. A special door opened only when a member of the Corps used a special gate opening kido. It was easily learned. Within the hollow hill, the Corps barracks were neatly built. There was one large building at the end of the hill, which branched out in both directions until it reached the end of the hill. There, the building split into smaller buildings that turned toward the entrance.

"Wow," Masaki whispered as he stepped into the hill. "It's nothing like I've imagined."

"Come," the recruiter pointed to a building seven doors away. "First, proceed to the main building, where our captain will meet you and your rank will be decided. There, you will be fitted for your new clothes."

In the main building, members of the Corps gathered around to see the new recruit. The building was one large room, brightly lit. At the end stood one man, wearing a bright blue robe that flowed to his feet and had an upturned collar. He held a staff that looked both elegant and fierce, yet simple.

"Greetings," The man nodded toward Masaki. "I am Tessai Tsukabishi, captain of the Kido Corps."

Masaki bowed immediately. "Captain-donno. It is an honor to serve under you."

The captain said nothing more and approached Masaki. He gently placed his hand on the young boy's head. "Your reiatsu is strong," He remarked. The Corps whispered to one another. "And you have a good heart. We have an position open in our eighth seat."

Masaki looked up. His eyes were glowing. "8th seat, Captain-donno?"

The captain grinned, obviously pleased with Masaki's reaction. "You are young, Masaki Nakamura. You will only grow stronger."

Masaki looked around the room. Shinigami of both genders and most all ages surrounded him. At twelve, he was the youngest. "But surely there is someone here more worthy than I?"

Captain Tsukabishi chuckled. "Nakamura-san, two years after your introduction to the world of kido, you have learned enough to be recruited into the Kido Corps. You have already mastered double chant, and have nearly mastered Eishohaki." He grinned. "I am amazed to discover what you will know in one-hundred years." He turned to a female shinigami standing to his left. She wore an orange robe over here standard Shinigami shihakuso. "The scarlet robe will suit him nicely."

The girl took him into the fitting room and stood him in the center. The room was much smaller. He enjoyed watching her as she glided from closet to closet, looking for the right clothes.

"Well that's a shame," She remarked, turning to Masaki. "This is a little embarrassing, but we don't have scarlet robes in your size."

"Can I see the smallest size you have?"

She nodded, and produced the red robe. He studied it carefully. The back of the robe had the insignia of the Corps. It looked too tantalizing to not wear. "Let me see."

He put the robe on and stood up straight. It trailed behind him comically, and the sleeves were too long. But he liked it. "I think it fits just right."

The girl nodded. "It sort of gives you that cute little fighter look," She commented. "And I know just how to keep it on." She vanished into a closet and came out with a wide blue strip of cloth. It looked just like the white one used to keep his shihakusho together.

"A lot of shinigami personalize their uniforms," She explained. "Wear this over the robe to keep it tied to your shihakusho."

When his outfit was complete, Masaki was thoroughly pleased. "Thank you for helping me." He said to the shinigami in the orange robes. "What's your name?"

The girl had dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail. "My name's Ana Tsukabishi," She explained. "I'm the captain's niece and the 5th seat."

"What do you think of me?" He asked. "Of a twelve year old 8th seat?"

Ana chuckled, sounding similar to her uncle. "It's not something to get worked up about if that's what you're thinking." She replied. "I look forward to working alongside you."

Masaki stuffed his sheath into the belt. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a shinigami.