Author's Note: I'm so excited! Reviews on my first fanfiction! My sincerest heartfelt thanks to you reviewers… you've truly made me happy! Again, thank you for reviewing, and thank you even more for reading! Bleach or any of its characters do not belong to me in any way for it is Tite Kubo's, but Rina is my character. And Dragonball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama. No, this is not a crossover!

"Hey, you should watch where you're going, that could have left fatal scarring!" He complained, rubbing a spot on his forehead. "Oh?"

He cocked an eyebrow, taking interest at the newly assigned badge hanging loosely on her arm. It was barely clinging there, because she had figured that why bother making it fit right if she was about to die anyways?

"You've been assigned to the Eleventh? A new girl like you?" He asked, while simultaneously checking his reflection in a handheld mirror he (Or she. Suspicions of "she" were coming back now) had just whipped out of a pocket.

"I don't believe it either." She muttered under her breath, not knowing what else to say in the situation.

"Well. At least you should get up. I'm Yumichika Ayasegawa, the most beautifully talented person in Soul Society, fifth seat." He declared, helping her up back onto her feet with some kind of elaborate gesture while doing it. "You're not too much of an eyesore. What's your name? I doubt it's as pretty as mine."

Yumichika? Ah, so he really is a guy. Um, okay… Maybe the Eleventh won't be so bad after all, if they're guys like him… What am I thinking?! Am I forgetting those rumors about this particular squad already?

"I'm…I'm Rina Nakano. Rina Nakano of probably-going-to-die-in-a-few-minutes." She stuttered out nervously and blinking in surprise at her choice of words. Where did that come from? It's true for the most part anyhow. "Er, and uh… Ninth seat."

"Hmm? For a person with a nice name, you're not very positive. Being pessimistic is bad for your skin, you know. You'd get the most dreadful acne, and that's always no good." He said, eyes switching over to her forehead, wincing at the various telltale scars, scabs, and irritated bumps.

Says you, Mr. Perfectly Clear Complexion Man. "Is everyone as nice as you?" Rina asked him with a tone that she hoped didn't sound too desperate. Which it did.

"As pretty? No. I find that pretty people have fairly good personalities. And the people you are about to meet are very, very ugly." He wrinkled his nose when he said the word "ugly", as if it were some sort of unfortunate affliction. "Oh look, here come Kenpachi. He takes so long to do his hair, what was it last time, six hours just for the bells? And eye patches were so last century; do you think he was a pirate as a human…?"

Rina lost track of conversation at that point, for there was something that was seriously bothering her about the Captain of her new division.

This guy was tall.

As in, ridiculously, ridiculously tall.

As in, "Either the world got dramatically smaller, or I've just shrunk by five feet recently" tall.

"-And I'm willing to bet all my beauty-ness that the Captain uses the same kind of hair gel that those guys use in that one human manga, Dragonball Z. Ikkaku's always reading that, but-Oh, good morning Captain Zaraki! Good morning Lieutenant Yachiru!" He suddenly finished up, greeting Kenpachi, and-?

Even stranger, a miniature girl with light pink hair sprang up higher on the Captain's shoulder, as if trying to contradict each others' appearances. "G'morning feather head! Who's the tangled hair girl?" Yachiru shouted out cheerfully, firmly grasping two fistfuls of the cloth at Kenpachi's shoulder, keeping perfect balance while smiling at the new arrival.

Can you see me quaking from up there, Mom? Oh wait, that guy's blocking your view. Ah, never mind, I'll see you in a couple minutes…

"This is Rina Nakano. She must be cold or something, look at how she's shivering." Yumichika said with a note of concern. "I bet she's from that alleyway near Rukongai, they're always like this at first."

"Eh?! They sent this little whelp to join the Eleventh? Tch, they must've really wanted to get rid of her from the academy to place her here. So… how good are you at wielding your zanpaku-to, hmm?" He growled, leering at her in a bored but mildly interested manner as if evaluating whether or not she would hold up if he decided to stomp on her, or whether it was worth it at all.

"U-Ummmm, uh… ah…"

Perfect. I'm tongue tied. Dammit, Taku's going to mock me forever about my last words. I'd like to see him say something meaningful in a situation like this.

Scowling, he withdrew an extremely crumpled paper from his pocket. "Hn. Nakano? Ninth?! A pansy like you?! Soul Society's grown soft, what the bloody hell were they thinking? You're more like Fourth Division dead weight, unless you completely failed the medical exams like the rest of us…"

"Initiation, Kenny?" Yachiru offered sweetly.

Rina started to perspire, and thinking that she should have just decided to drown herself this morning.

A wolf-like smile crept across his face, made even more twisted by the deep scars that jutted in. "Okay, here's the jist, weakling. If you survive my attacks for five minutes straight without running, I'll let you live. If not… You're probably not that stupid."

Yumichika began backing away, though Rina knew better. This was not an "I'm backing away to go get help" movement, this was an "I'm moving out of the way as so not to get all blood soaked and such" type of thing. Or either this was probably Rina's usual bad habit of acting negative in moments of stress.

On that particularly happy note, he unsheathed his zanpaku-to, sliding it out slowly, as if to savor the moment, his maniacal grin spreading wider and wider with each approaching step...

OH. CRAP.

-End Chapter Two, continuation on Chapter Three-

Author Note: I'm glad you stuck around for the second chapter! You know you want to read Chapter Three, for action awaits! The first two chapters I'm sticking my toes in and testing the waters, but for the third and fourth, I'm jumping right in. You'll get a better idea of what the summary really means. My intro is fully over, now I'm prepared to sink into the actual story development. Get ready, and I'll see ya!