A/N: This is a fucked up chappie cause I am listening to Blood On The Dance Floor while I type this. BLAME MY BOTDF OBSESSED FRIENDS! My uncle made everything on my computer tiny.

Japanese: "I feel…"

Hollow Speech: "Really happy…"

Thoughts: 'Right now…'

Inner Hollow/Chaos: 'Because of my period and YOGURT!'

I woke up, excited after my nightly spar with my little brother. I should probably explain how I can spar with my brother in my sleep. Chaos generally have the ability to invade dreams, or eat them, or just live in someone's mindscape. I can do the first two, but my mom, Skylar, likes to live in my mindscape and feed off my dreams. Every since my little brother, Ichigo Kurosaki, turned five, I have been invading his dreams and training him to fight. His zanpakuto is unbelievably strong, almost as strong as Sora. And, considering that I have been training since I was five, meaning 1,017 years of experience, that kid's potential is scary. And, I get to meet him today IN PERSON! As his fighting teacher. I can't wait for him to realize that I'm not a figment of his messed up imagination (scary childlike emphasis on imagination).

I dressed in gray yoga pants, a black graphic tanktop with 'Blood On The Dance Floor Says: Screw You Haters!' on it, and plain red sneakers that boosted my height from 5'7 to 5'8. My curly, spiked, shoulder blade-length neon orange hair was restrained in a ponytail, my black tattoos around my eyes resembled the ones Grimmjow has, but the corners end in curls in the middle of my cheeks.

I walked out of my night-themed bedroom, onto the white carpet that inhabits the rest of the house, through the forest green hall, down sky blue stairs, into the red kitchen, where I grabbed a piece of toast and Oreo yogurt to-go for breakfast, my lunch, and Sora, so I could seem more fighting teacher-like.

Walking out of my house, I took my keys out of my pocket and unlocked my black Mercedes. I set Sora down lightly in the back, climbed into the front, and pulled onto the street. I reached the school in about three minutes with my insane driving. I climbed out of my car gracefully, closed the door, opened the backseat door to get Sora and my lunch and kicked the door closed. I strapped Sora onto my back and slung my lunch over my lunch over my shoulder.

I walked into the main office, where I was given directions to the auditorium. The hall was devoid of students, probably in the auditorium for back-to-school announcements, and my introduction. 'Ha, those losers, I must be so late.' I walked down a few more halls and onto the stage of the auditorium.

"Sorry if I'm late, I must have overslept. Again." I said, rubbing the back of my head. I could sense a Quincy, Ichigo, and a few students that have potential in the supernatural department. 'Coolness.'

"Ah, yes. Students, there is a new Defensive Training program we are implementing this year. Here is the teacher for Defensive Training course, Ms. Serenity Kurosaki." I could feel Ichigo's spiritual energy spike in surprise.

"Hey people. Call me Serenity or Seren, I detest being called Ms. Kurosaki 'cause it makes me feel old. I am 22, and if anyone here thinks I'm a wimp for being a girl and can't possibly teach you anything about fighting, just take my course and you will learn firsthand how wrong you are for thinking that. I specialize in swords, throwing darts/knives, hand-to-hand combat, guns, and grenades. And, if you think I'm insane, you will never want to meet my father, Shirosaki. It. Will. Be. Hell." I said, emphasizing the last four words.

I waited in my classroom for third period, when I had a senior class. I ate my breakfast, threw darts at a target, listened in on a few conversations to see who would take my course, and practiced using a bow. After that, I took out my iPod, listened to about twenty-two songs, and sang along to about fifty-seven other songs. Finally my first class came in. I waited for everyone read the blackboard and sit down, and then took my feet off my desk.

"Okay everyone, who wants to fight me first, so I can separate you into groups?" I asked.

One guy with a cocky smirk plastered on his face stepped forward. 'Sucker gonna go down now!' I was extremely infuriated with anyone who thinks that they're better than me at fighting because I'm female. "Okay kid, chose one of the staffs over there." I told him. He chose the thickest and heaviest of the staffs, which was also the shortest as well. I walked over and chose a long, slender, and light staff.

We faced each other, and he lunged forward, aiming for my head. I sidestepped and parried. I twirled so that I was behind him, and then gave what would have been the killing blow to his neck. "Dead. If I had been a murderer, mugger, rapist, or kidnapper, you would either be dead or unconscious. Can someone tell me what he did wrong?" I asked. A girl in the back raised her hand.

"He chose the heaviest and shortest weapon, then attacked with that disadvantage. He should have waited for you to attack, and then go in since he had the shorter weapon. Also, he should probably have tested the staffs to see what fit best in his hand."

"Correct-a-mondo! Anyone else want to step up and fight me?" The day went on like this, with no one being able to best me. That is, all but the last period of the day was like the first class. Because that is the period I have my little brother.