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Chapter 2:

Powerless

"Feeling powerless and not acting is like being hungry and choosing not to eat." -Naoshad Pochkhanawala

The girl is incredibly nervous.

Her hands clutch at the fabric of her jacket, and her eyes try to find someplace other than outside the window to stare at. Her father glances at her through the mirror, and smiles fondly.

"Hey."

The girl snaps her head up and smiles weakly. "I'm so nervous I could die."

Akihito laughed heartily, reassuring the girl without much effort. "Well, your heart's still beating, so nothing's over yet. And I think that most of your worries are unfounded. You'll be fine. It's just a huge new school, with no one you know, and new teachers, and new cliques, and new school system with lots of girls that wear high heels and red lipstick.

No biggie."

The girl raised an eyebrow at her father and replied sarcastically, "Yeah, because that's not nerve wracking at all."

Even though the girl sounded that way, she was secretly grateful for her father's support. For now, she needed as much as she could get, even if it came in the form of light teasing.

"Ah, look, we're here."

Well that was awfully fast, the girl thought. The school was much closer than her original speculation. And much bigger.

The front parking lot was filled with super expensive cars all over the place, and the school itself looked awfully shiny.

The structure was very modern and sharp looking in blacks and whites, which creeped the girl out a little, since it was so drained of color. The front doors were a beautiful black, and the knobs were glimmering gold.

The grounds were polished and pretty, nicely trimmed green grass with rose bushes scattered in a tasteful and tactful fashion. The school was huge, the first towering structure in front of the parking lot tall enough, but there seemed to be other structures behind it, and the building curved to the left and right to seem almost like a crescent moon, with the entrance building at the center.

Getting out of the car and standing in front of the immense school that should have probably been called a university instead, the girl nearly lost it. Her hands shook a little, and she gulped nervously, heart going a mile a minute.

There was no way that she would be able to make do at this school. No way at all.

"Hey. My little musketeer."

The girl looked back at her father. He hadn't called her that since she was eight. "You'll be fine. Remember? When all else fails, there is always a home to come back to. So be as brave and daring and bold as you'd like. Be whoever you'd like. This is your high school life. Shape it into what you want it to be."

"Okay, Daddy." The girl mumbled, and gave her Dad a hug. That had helped more than he would ever know.

"Ah, and before you go, here's your Student ID card. It looks like you need it for a lot of things in this school. "

Taking the card with a smile, the girl waved to Akihito before going over to the entrance of the school. Fumbling around with the intercom a little bit, she was allowed to come in, and with another small wave goodbye, Akihito's daughter disappeared into the school.

Akihito himself took the time to catch his breath, worried for his daughter even though he was confident in her abilities. Was it really okay for her to go in without him? Well, the representative from the school had told him it was fine, so he wasn't terribly disagreeing with the idea, he was also just nervous.

With one last look, Akihito drove off to work, praying that she would okay.

The girl was not okay. To say in the least.

First of all, the entrance/lobby looked like the lobby for a five star hotel. That was not okay. There was an honest-to-goodness chandelier on the ceiling, (Except the candle holders were in black) the midnight black carpet had silver silk filigree, There was a white spiral staircase straight in front of her, and everything was so overwhelmingly high class that the girl had to take a step back and breathe a little.

Making sure her hands were not shaking, the girl took another deep breath and remembered her father's words. Be as bold and brave as you'd like.

Straightening her posture, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, reaching into the recesses of her mind for a different personality to awaken, a person that the girl liked to call Blue.

She opened her eyes back up, and even though she felt more courageous and adventurous than before, she was still nervous. The only way to have courage is to overcome fear and anxiety, after all.

Courage was two parts of the same coin.

But before that, where was her guide? Her father had told her that someone would be waiting for her inside, but there was no one here, and it was eerily quiet. In the colorless room decorated with only black and white, the same that matched her uniform's colors, and the only splotch of color was the red ribbon she wore around her neck.

Blanched of color, modern, sharp, strict, cool, everything here was completely out of her element and the girl knew it. She felt so out of place. The girl wished for the slightly dirty halls of her school, the funny and strange classrooms, her friends, days where she wore whatever she wanted and where everyday was a wonderful adventure.

She loved doing new things, sure. But she missed what she had from before. That was natural human instinct after all; to long for what is lost.

Since there was still no one there, the girl decided to explore, seeing that there were two hallways that branched out on either side. Flipping a coin, she got heads and went for the left.

The carpet ended in the outer wings, replaced by checkered black and white tiles, almost like the floor of a chessboard. It was truly creepy and somewhat ominous.

Walking down the hallway for a bit, she heard voices, and whisper shouted a prayer to god, fastening her pace a little bit and turning the corner. She almost jumped out in joy, but quickly turned on the brakes when she saw that she had come across a situation that she wasn't supposed to see.

Two guys, also in black and white uniform, were kicking down the head of a short kid, who was fallen on the floor and crying over his freckled cheeks. The two bullies had ties of blue, while the kid on the ground had a white tie.

The tie/ribbon colors might have symbolized different years, and since the girl was a sophomore and wearing red, the kid was probably a freshman, and the two guys bullying him were probably juniors.

It wasn't her place to interfere, and she knew that fully well. In her other school, she would have already knocked them out before they could even blink. But here, in an unknown environment, she found herself hesitating.

Why? Why did she need to make more problems for herself than she already had? The girl groaned. She knew the answer.

Running around the corner like a burst of lightning, she walked in front of the boy, and pushed an offending leg out of the way. The stuttering outraged voices of the bullies and surprise of the boy behind her faded into the background as she concentrated.

Black.. Black!

What?

I need you!

Do you have a valid reason for calling me out during my torture-the-demon time?

I apologize sincerely, but I really need your help right now. I need to save this kid.

Why would that be a problem? We can just leave him here.

Black. Please.

Fine. Just this once.

Thank you.

The girl stared straight at the bullies, and with a deadly glare that made every single one of them feel something strange. Hands; skeletal hands that wrapped around their legs and threatened to pull them under into the floor, which had suddenly turned into purple muck.

The sinister voices of the undead plagued them as they screamed, clawing back at the surface to try to get back, and then centuries of war and blood passed through their heads in one memory, as if it was a flash that had lasted several life times.

In reality, nothing had actually happened. The bullies took one more look at the fearsome girl with eyes of death, turned tail, and ran away as fast as their legs could take them.

The boy behind the girl looked at his savior in wonder, wondering who had bothered to save him. The girl, who had realized it would be a good idea to run away now, before the person sprawled on the floor behind her or the bullies that had just run away could either remember her face or bring their buddies along, in order respectively.

Without a heed to the boy's pleas to talk to him, the girl sent a silent apology to him, turned tail, and ran away.

Can I go now?

Yes, Black, and thanks again.

What a wonderful waste of time.

The girl chuckled at Black's antics, and came to a stop right back in the lobby where she had come from. She straightened her clothes, made her breath even out, and looked completely and totally composed as she stood there alone in the lobby, once again.

This was getting absolutely nowhere. She sighed again. Should she try going in the right wing this time and find a classroom? This school was way too big.

"Miss."

A frustrated tenor rang out from behind her, and the girl swiveled around to see a boy behind her, also wearing the uniform. "Um, Miss, are you the trans-"

"A HUMAN BEING!"

She shouted, and ran up to him and hugged him. "MISS!? HEY, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, GET OFF ME, YOU IMBECILE-"

The girl quickly released him before he was in too much of a fuss, and the boy brushed off his uniform, straightened his tie, and fixed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Now that she had a second look at him, the boy was quite good looking, with straight navy blue hair cut short in the back, and with his bangs sharply cut long on each side of his face to frame it, with high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes underneath his silver wire glasses.

He was lean and quick-footed, and quite the intellectual. The girl hadn't heard anyone in this century call someone else an imbecile except for Purple, and she didn't count.

"Anyway, Miss, are you the transfer student? From Karakura High School?"

The girl flinched when she heard that name, and remembered why the hell she was here from the first place, then sighed deeply. "Yes, I am the transfer student. Your name?"

"Ishida Uryuu."

The girl tried the name on her tongue a couple times before she gave up and just declared, "Ryuu-kun!"

"It's Ishida. We just met."

"Details, Ryuu-kun. Are you going to take me around the school?!"

Ishida ignored the annoying nickname for now, agreed, and then tried to stop her from dragging him down the right wing. "W-Wait, miss, I need to know your name!"

The girl turned around to face him.

"My name? It's Murasaki Tomoe Kagayami." She grinned, and Ishida replied smartly,

"Your first and last name is enough."

WAHOO!

Quick explanation on names-

In Japanese, your last name comes before your first name. Example- James Lebron.

In this story, the main character, her friends in Karakura, and any of the other Original Characters will be done the traditional American way.

But for the Bleach characters they will be done like this: James Lebron. Okay? And quick note, it's considered rude to call someone by their first name right after you meet them in Japan.

Weird custom, I know. But it does mean I get a lot to work with!

I'll be back in 3rd week of February,

Allora