A/N: Dang… this chapter gave me trouble… The first page or so, not so much, but later on... it felt forced. I like it when the chapters type themselves, do you know what I mean?

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to my two friends: Captain Asshole and Midget Bitch Ninja. They are responsible for the two characters whom you will meet and here about in this chapter. So a big "Gratias tibi ago" to you both. …You both know Latin. Figure out what it means!

I also want to thank everyone who has reviewed! I have reached 50, which is a number that I never expected, seeing as before this, I had hardly ever gotten in to the double digets. Thanks to XDKingdomHeartsXD for being reviewer 50!

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Chapter 9: Of a New Captain and Registration

"Cheers."

The sound of two glasses clinking together echoed through the empty room. A young long black haired, teal eyed woman wearing a white haori bearing the mark of Third Division sighed, and tipped back the bottle of sake. "How long is it going to take for them to get here, Isshin?" she asked.

"Have patience, Sora-chan!" Isshin exclaimed. "My son and Rukia-chan will be here soon enough!"

Mitsukai Sora glared at the Ninth Division Captain. "But when, Isshin? I have things to do. Besides," she said taking another sip of the sake, "how will we know?"

Isshin grinned. "Oh we will," he said mysteriously.

"Sure we-"

A scream broke through the air.

"They're here," the male Captain laughed.

Sora gave him a strange look, but nevertheless followed him to the place where Rukia and Ichigo's reiatsu had begun to emanate from.

To their surprise, upon their arrival, they found Ichigo in a rather interesting position over Rukia. Isshin's mouth fell open, and Sora smirked. "Could you two get a room, before you start doing something like that?" she drawled.

Startled at the female Captain's voice the two jumped. Or rather, Ichigo collapsed onto of Rukia; the one thing he had been trying to avoid. The small black haired girl let out a grunt. Ichigo rolled off of her, his face red.

Sora, meanwhile, had broken into full-throated laughs, but Isshin had fallen to the ground, sobbing. "My son is all grown up!!!" he cried. "I'm going to be a grandfather soon!!!"

Ichigo growled. "What are you talking about!" he demanded, scowling at the man.

The elder Kurosaki didn't respond. Sora poked him with her toe. "Eh… Isshin, are you still sober…?" she asked. "I thought you only had two bottles…. You couldn't have gotten drunk that fast…"

Rukia and Ichigo's heads swiveled to face her. "Who're you?" Rukia asked.

Sora grinned. "Mitsukai Sora. I'm Third Division Captain," she explained. "Pleasure to meet you both. Isshin's mentioned you."

"Oh he has?" Ichigo muttered.

Isshin jumped up, and let out a laugh. "Yes! I have! All about your escapades to save Rukia-chan, and everything like that!"

Ichigo and Rukia shared a look. "What?" Ichigo asked.

"No need to pretend, my boy!" Isshin exclaimed.

"What?"

Sora sighed, and cuffed Isshin. "He knows, and I know."

"Know what?" This time it was Rukia who asked.

"That you both remember everything!" Isshin exclaimed. "Masaki told me everything! She's so wonderful like that!"

Blink. Blink.

There was silence.

And then… "Shetold you!?" Ichigo demanded. "I'm surprised the whole world doesn't know already."

"Ichiiiiigooo…." Isshin moaned. "You're so mean…"

Sora laughed again, and threw an arm around Ichigo shoulder. "I think I'm going to like you two," she chuckled.

Isshin put his arm around Ichigo's shoulder as well. "We're off to the Academy!" he exclaimed.

Ichigo threw both arms off his shoulders, thrust his hands into his pockets, and walked sulkily behind them.

Rukia had turned to Sora. "So, you're the new Third Division Captain?" she asked. "Who's your Lieutenant?"

Sora nodded. "I am, and my Lieutenant is the former Fourth Seat, MojamiNatsuki."

Rukia nodded. "Ah," she said.

Ichigo frowned, turning to face her. "Why are you here, anyway?" he asked.

Sora jabbed a thumb in Isshin's direction in lieu if a response.

"But you volunteered, Sora-chan," Isshin argued.

The Third Division Captain turned to glare at the man. "I did not. You dragged me, damn it! Forcefully, I might add."

"Sora-chaaaaannn," Isshin moaned. "You waited with me willingly. We were drinking."

Ichigo and Rukia looked at each other. Were they flirting…?

Sora "hmphed" and put her left arm on her hip. "My fukutaichou's doing my paperwork, which is the only reason I agreed to come," she said after a minute.

"That not nice Mitsukai-taichou," Rukia reprimanded. "You shouldn't make her do all the work."

Sora shrugged. "Neh, I don't like doing it. It's not fun," she let her arm fall to her side with a sigh. She looked at Ichigo and Rukia. "You two aren't telling anyone you remember, right?" she asked.

Ichigo nodded. "We're not."

"You're not pretending?" Isshin asked.

"No," Rukia answered, "We are."

"You are?" Sora asked.

"Yes," Ichigo replied.

"Ah," Isshin grinned.

Sora, on the other hand frowned. "You both are aware that by doing this, everyone is going to be watching your every move, waiting for you to show signs of remembering."

Both shrugged. "Nothin' new," Ichigo said.

"As a Kuchiki, my every move has always been watched," Rukia explained. "Besides, wouldn't they watch us anyways?" she asked.

"True, true," Isshin answered. Then he frowned at them, "Neither of you have your zanpakuto," he pointed out. "How come?"

Rukia and Ichigo shared another look, "Dunno," Ichigo said. "When I changed out of my shihakushou, Zangetsu, just kinda… disappeared."

"This is the first time I've been out of my body," Rukia added.

"Hmm," Sora mumbled, "Still, when Urahara knocked you out of your body, you were both wearing you shihakushou?"

"Yeah," Ichigo answered.

"So your Shinigami forms carried over with the reincarnation…" she trailed off. "That's interesting."

"You don't know the half of it…" Ichigo groaned, his thoughts going to his Hollow.

"Awww… that's not nice King…"

'Shut up you,' Ichigo growled.

"Buuut Kiiiiing…"

Ichigo shook his head, as if attempting to clear water out of his ears. It seemed like he was having this conversation a lot recently.

Isshin was talking. "… Asauchi to practice with."

Ichigo frowned. "What?"

"Nameless zanpakuto, idiot," Rukia rolled her eyes.

Ichigo scowled at her, "Are we almost there?" he asked.

"Impatient?" Isshin asked, grinning at his son.

"Sick of walking," his son growled.

"Sora-chaaannn, my son is laaazy…" Isshin moaned turning to the other Captain.

Ichigo turned to the old man, a look of disbelief clearly evident on his face. "Lazy?" he repeated, aghast. "Have you ever been forced to travel through the freakin' Senkai-Mon?!?!" he demanded.

Isshin and Sora exchanged glances.

"Nope."

"Never!"

"Well, you go run through that stupid thing for… who the hell knows how long, and then call me lazy," Ichigo growled through gritted teeth at his father.

Sora laughed. "You must remember, young Kurosaki-kun. Your father and I both have hell butterflies."

Ichigo merely glared at her.

Rukia was frowning at the female taichou. "Is there something wrong with your arm, Mitsukai-taichou?" she asked.

Sora smiled softly. "You're rather observant, aren't you, Kuchiki-chan?" Rukia looked down a little as Sora laughed. "Yes, my arm was injured badly during the War. It is still difficult to move."

"Who hurt it?" Ichigo asked.

Sora's face darkened, but she didn't respond, and they didn't pry.

It was silent, and the mood sad for a few minutes. Suddenly Rukia's awed whispered seemed to penetrate them. "…Wow…" she muttered, eyes going wide.

Ichigo looked up and found himself looking at a school not too dissimilar to his own. "What's so impressive, midget?" he asked.

"It's changed so much…" came her awed response.

"It has, hasn't it?" Isshin asked. "We've advanced!"

Sora looked at him, a grin growing again. "Not so much. Seireitei's not quite caught up to the Living World yet."

Isshin looked at her, and then went prancing into the building. Sora allowed Ichigo and Rukia or rather just Rukia to stare in awe for a little longer before rolling her eyes. "Are you both coming?" she asked. "Isshin's already inside. Or, are you just going to keep staring?"

Both kids seemed to snap out of their trance. Rukia who staring at the building and Ichigo, whose eyes had landed onto Rukia and stayed there shook their heads clear of water and followed after Sora who had started walking.

Upon entering the Academy, they walked into the equivalent of the main office and found Isshin talking to one of the receptionists. Or rather, he was flirting with the receptionist. "…course! You look like a flower, dear Kimiko-chan!" he was saying.

"I do?" the red haired woman asked, metaphoric stars in her eyes.

"You always-"

THWAP.

"Sora-chan….." Isshin moaned.

"Stop flirting, you idiot," she growled. The female Captain glared at him and turned to the receptionist, the glare still evident on her face. "We're here to sign up two new students."

The receptionist, Kimiko, nodded, blushing, and looked down at her paper. "You're in luck, taichou. Today's the last day," she said. "Classes start tomorrow. We'll just have to get them uniforms… there's none left here."

"They already have some," Isshin told her.

"They do?" Kimiko asked, looking up. It seemed she had not seen Ichigo and Rukia yet. "Where'd they…" her voice died in her throat, and her eyes went wide as she realized who "they" were. "You-you-you-you-" she stuttered.

Sora and Isshin laughed, sharing a look. "Sign up Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia as first year students, please, Kimiko-chan," Isshin told her.

"Of- of course, Kurosaki-taichou!" Kimiko answered at once.

Sora leaned over the desk. "What rooms?" she asked. "We'll take them there."

"203 for Kuchiki-sama and 345 for Kurosaki-sama."

Ichigo and Rukia's eyes went wide at the "-sama" honorific, but they didn't say anything.

"Thanks for your help, Kimiko-san," Sora said, as they walked away. "I'll take Rukia to her room, you get Ichigo, Isshin?" she asked.

Isshin nodded. "Sure. Goooooddddbyeeeee, Rukia-chan, Sora-chan!"

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Later."

The girls nodded as they took the left hallway, and Isshin and Ichigo took the right one. Once out of earshot, Ichigo hissed, "-sama?"

Isshin just laughed, and Ichigo wondered how sober his father was. He seemed to be laughing a lot. "That's probably the least of your worries, my son. You will probably get worse with your roommates!"

Ichigo blanched. "Room…mates…?" he whispered.

"Of course!" Isshin answered. "Did you forget you were going to have roommates?"

"Yes," Ichigo replied. "Great…"

Isshin laughed, once again at his son. "Do not sound so sad, my boy! Relish the experience!"

Ichigo rolled his eyes, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Whatever. I suppose I should just get used to it. And I guess I should be glad of the forewarning."

"Yes, Ichigo!" Isshin exclaimed. "Don't be so pessimistic!"

Ichigo stopped and stared at his father. "Did you just say "pessimistic"?" he asked. "Do you even know what it means?"

Isshin pretended to cry. "My son thinks his father is stupid," he sobbed.

Ichigo sighed. "I'm not even dignifying that with a response," he muttered, and looked at the door numbers. "339, 341, 343…345!"

"Ichigo!!!!" his father shouted.

Ichigo didn't even glance at the names on the door; before he unceremoniously threw it open and flew into it. Letting a sigh of relief escape him, he sank down onto his bottom against the door.

There was silence.

…And then:

"Who're you?"

END Chapter 9: Of a New Captain and Registration

A/N: I finished it!!! I am sooo proud of myself!!! It only took far longer than I wanted.

I'm not going to say much, except… we're heading into the OC's homeland, so prepare yourself. XD Hope it was all right, and please, leave a review!

Ambiguous Rose