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"G'morning, mates." Harry greeted as the 'transfer students' entered the common room.
"Ohayo!" Orihime greeted cheerfully.
"What?" Ron asked stupidly (just imagine it.)
"She means good morning." Ichigo translated, joining the group, "Japanese is the first language for all of us, after all."
"Right right." Fred and George said, throwing themselves at Ron and tackling him to the ground for no reason.
"Oh, get off!" Ron wheezed as they crushed the air out of his lungs.
Hermione came up behind and smacked Fred and George's red heads together, "Knock it off! It's too early in the morning!"
"Hey, you guys know those teachers for that new class, right?" Fred asked, standing up and rubbing his sore cranium.
"Yeah," Rukia answered, "What of it?"
"Well, we were just wondering what they are like and what the class is going to be like." Hermione replied for him.
"Oh, that's easy." Renji laughed, "They both love fighting, especially Ikkaku, Yumichika is obsessed with beauty but he's really strong. Both of them are. The class is probably gonna be hell for you all, but don't worry, we'll be there to keep them in line."
"You know, generally the teachers keep the students in line, not the other way around." George said.
"Your point?" Ichigo looked at him.
"I really don't know." George replied offhandedly.
The group walked into the chatter filled great hall and all took their seats to eat.
"Look here," Ron said, "Strange looking food."
"It's probably in honor of them." Harry said, motioning to the transfer students and eyeing a pot of strange looking soup.
"Are you done giving the miso soup the evil eye?" Ichigo asked Harry.
"Is that what it is?"
"Yeah."
"You can have it."
"Thanks." Ichigo spooned himself a bowl of the soup while Harry opted for more 'safer' dishes like bacon and eggs. The rest of the original Hogwarts students stuck to their normal breakfast foods as well.
"That was good." Renji said, leaning back after he had finished eating.
"It always is." Ron agreed.
"Thanks to the house elves." Hermione said indignantly.
"Oh Hermione, you're not working on spew again this year?" Harry groaned.
"For the millionth time, it's not spew, it's S.P.E.W. and yes I am." Hermioned replied hotly.
"What's S.P.E.W.?" Orihime asked.
"The Society for the Protection of Elvish Welfares." Hermione answered, "House elves don't get the rights they deserve and I think that it is wrong."
"What are hou-" Orihime began to ask but Ichigo put a hand over her mouth.
"Don't, we don't need too much information this early." He said.
Fred and George came up behind Orihime and whispered in her ears really scarily, "House elves are little creatures that suck your brains out when you sleep! They nibble your toes and slobber in your hair at night!"
Hermione threw a book at them, "Don't tell lies! And don't scare people! They're just joking."
"Or are we?" Fred and George left the question hanging before bursting into laughter and going back to sit by their other friends.
"What are they really?" Orihime asked, unphased by the twins.
"They are creatures that serve wizards unquestioningly with no benefit for themselves." Hermione informed.
"Oh Mione, they like serving us, it's their instinct. Making them not serve us is like... is like... is like denying you any form of book." Ron said.
"Poppycock." Hermione dismissed, "Oh look! They're handing out schedules!"
"Here you all are." Professor McGonagall said, handing them each their time tables.
"Hey, we have non-magical defense with the Slytherins first." Ron observed, "Great."
"What are you talking about," Harry asked with a grin, "Don't you wanna see Malfoy get his ass kicked." Ron paused,
"I didn't think of that! This is gonna be great!"
"And if you didn't notice, boys, we have it with everyone in our year." Hermione informed.
"But we still have it with the Slytherins." Ron retorted and Hermione just sighed.
"Who's this Malfoy person?" Ichigo asked.
"A complete and utter git." Ron stated matter of factly.
"He's this bully that we all hate. Stuck up, the most conceited person to ever walk the planet, muggle born hater, relies on his fathers influence, stuff like that." Harry elaborated.
"Well, we must ask Yumichika and Ikkaku to give him an extra beating." Renji grinned evilly.
"Can you?" Asked Ron, who stared at them with semi-awe.
"Pft, of course!" Rukia laughed.
"Do it!" All the nearby Gryffindors cheered.
"Will do." Rukia said with an evil grin of her own. After that they walked to class, chatting amongst themselves before they arrived at the non-magical defense classroom. It was a previously unused room on the first floor, but now it had been magicked to resemble a typical Japanese dojo, complete with wooden floors, a sliding paper screen door, and plenty of natural light. There were also mats lined up against the wall, some punching bags in one corner, a rack of shinai ((a type of wooden practice sword, for those who don't know)) and bokuto ((a different type of wooden sword, only more solid)). There were many other things around to help with training. And standing in the center of the room were none other than Ikkaku and Yumichika, complete with shinigami gear and zanpakutou.
"Welcome to your first class ever of non-magical defense." Yumichika greeted, "I am Yumichika Ayasegawa and this is Ikkaku Madarame. You shall call us Yumichika-sense and Ikkaku-sensei."
"Why?" Malfoy asked as his buddies giggled.
"Because that is the Japanese way of doing it and because I say so and I am your teacher." Yumichika replied coolly, which shut the Slytherins up.
"Now," Ikkaku said, stepping forward, "Does anyone here have any sort of previous non-magical combat experience? And I don't mean those petty little fist fights you teenagers seem to be so fond of, I mean formal, strict, exhausting training."
Obviously, the four Japanese students raised their hands, but no one else did.
"Well this is just pathetic." Ikkaku stated, shaking his head disapprovingly, "Not even a bit?"
"Well," Justin Fitch-Fletchy said, raising his hand tentatively, "My mum had me take some self defense classes a little while ago."
"How'd you do?" Ikkaku asked, cocking one eyebrow.
"Umm, not too well." Justin replied with a nervous smile.
"Hopeless!" Ikkaku exclaimed, throwing his hands up.
"In my second year I killed the basilisk with a sword." Harry put in.
"Really?"
"Yeah, but it just sorta happened, I didn't really do anything."
"Ugh! That's it, Ichigo get up here and grab us each a bokuto. You and I are gonna show this British people how a sword fight looks." Ikkaku ordered, pointing at the orange haired boy. Ichigo got up and grabbed two of the wooden swords, tossing one to the bald instructor.
"You all may wanna stand back." Yumichika warned and all the Brits complied immediately. Orihime walked over to Yumichika and stood next to him.
"I'm on injury duty." She informed and he nodded.
"How injured can they get with just wooden swords?" Ron asked the remaining shinigami.
"You have no idea." Rukia replied.
"Here I come, Ichigo!" Ikkaku warned and they began to spar. With the cracking sounds of wood on wood filling the air, the students watched with awe as Ichigo and Ikkaku fought. With swirls of color and flashing movements, the traveled across the floor, the beat of the violent dance never relenting. The two were at a dead tie, neither able to gain an advantage over the other when Yumichika decided that it was enough.
"That's enough, you can stop now." He said, stepping forward and clapping his hands loudly a couple times to get their attention. The two stopped and stepped back from each other, panting and covered in sweat.
"Any injuries?" Orihime asked, popping up from behind Yumichika. Both fighters shook their heads.
"Ichigo, you did pretty well in that robe." Ikkaku complimented.
"It wasn't easy. If we're gonna be doing this all year, we need better clothes to change into, like gym uniforms." Ichigo said with a grimace.
"We'll be sure to inform Dumbledore." Yumichika said, "Now you go join your classmates."
"Dude, that was amazing!" Ron exclaimed in a hushed tone as Ichigo took a seat among them.
"Thanks." Ichigo said with a grin. From there, Yumichika and Ikkaku spent the rest of class explaining, albeit vaguely, what they would be doing that year in class. And it must be said, many faces in class got continuously paler as the explanation went on.
"Okay, that's it. Go, be off with you." Ikkaku dismissed at the end of class.
"Off to your next classes now." Yumichika added with a glare to Ikkaku. Ichigo and the rest hung back.
"What's up?" Ikkaku asked as soon as all the other students had left.
"Well, we just wanted to put in a request." Ichigo replied.
"What sort of request."
"Give an extra beating to one person in particular"
"Why?"
"He's an ass."
"Fine by me." Ikkaku replied offhandedly.
"Who is it?" Yumichika asked.
"That one Slytherin boy who spoke up earlier." Harry answered.
"I didn't like him." Ikkaku added.
"We very well might 'give him an extra beating'. Now off to class." Yumichika pushed them out of the door and they all made their way to the next class in a good mood.
Mira: There it is, chapter whatever number it is.
Skye: Smooth.
Mira: What? Like you know off the top of your head what chapter we're on?
Skye: ... touche.
Mira: And I must say, No Good Deed from the musical Wicked sounds cool in German!
Skye: No it doesn't! Being in German kills the song!
Mira: Says you.
Skye: Yes, says me.
Mira: Anyway, we're done here. Please review!