A/N: I am now afraid of the game Candyland and Christmas and ice cream now because of Blood On The Dance Floor. TOTALLY AWESOMENESS!
Japanese: "Seriously…"
Hollow Speech: "Won't…"
Thoughts: 'Ever look…'
Inner Hollow/Chaos: 'At ice cream the same ever again. T-T'
'Finally, last period of the day. And it's with Ichigo!' 'Shut up Seren! I am trying to sleep here.' 'You shut up mom. I can't believe that you are still residing in my head. What mom lives in their daughter's head. Seriously!' And she had nothing to say to that. Oh yeah.
"Okay people! Who wants to go first at fighting me? And, as a treat, I'll let you pick what we use to compete with. Like throwing darts/knives at targets, fake pistols on the shooting range, bows and arrows, or staffs in place of swords, ect., ect." I said cheerfully.
The Quincy I sensed stepped forward. "I'll go first. How about using the bows and arrows?" He said. I nodded in approval. He picked up a mid-sized bow made from cherry wood, and I chose a large bow made of birch wood. We walked out to the shooting range that I made them fence in next to my classroom. The Quincy went first, and his shot was one millimeter away from the dead center. He walked past me to go stand with the rest of the class. As he walked past I whispered, "Nice job, Quincy." He stiffened a little, but acted as if he didn't hear anything.
I drew my bow back, and waited for the wind to still. When it did, I let the arrow loose. The arrow hit its target dead center. I smiled nervously, and stated, "Sorry about that, I'm not that practiced in bows and stuff. I prefer swords and things like that." Most people looked at me unbelievingly. Well, everyone but Ichigo, he knows what I mean about being much better with swords. Since I have been in all of his dreams from the day he turned five up until now, teaching him how to swordfight.
"Next student?" I asked. A girl with really short yet spikey hair stepped forward. Suddenly, I realized that I didn't know anyone's name (besides Ichigo, but he's an exception to almost every rule).
"Wait, before the next fight, everyone has to introduce themselves. Then, we can play a game so I can get to know you people better. Oh shit! I forgot to do that with all the other classes! Stupid memory! How does someone memorize every lesson plan that has ever been taught to them, yet never remember their own lesson plan?" I asked as everyone besides Ichigo (WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO SURPRISE THAT BOY?) sweatdropped or deadpanned.
"OKAY THEN! Everyone line up and tell me your name in order! Besides Ichigo, 'cause I already know him." I said, ¾ of my body in a cabinet to find a suitable name game. I cried out in triumph as I pulled out '20 Appropriate Questions for Teachers And Students To Get To Know Each Other Better!'. And I was so sad when I found out the store was out of the more specific '20 Questions' game that I wanted.
So, the students told me their names in the following order:
Orihime
Uryu
Chad
Tatsuki
Chizuru
Michiru
Keigo
Mizuiro
Ryo
Mahana
Mizuho
Satoda
Kyoko
With Ichigo, that makes fourteen students. 'This is a very tiny class.'
"Why do I feel like there are suppose to be more students here? Oh well, I really don't care. Now, time for the 20 Questions game!" I said, smiling my famous evil smile. Ichigo gave me a terrified look while everyone else looked confused. 'Those poor kids don't know what they are getting into. Oh, how I mildly pity them!'
By the time the bell rang, the poor kids had gone through almost an hour of 20 Questions. All of them ran out with either extremely disturbed, disgusted, or just plain odd expressions on their face. Besides Ichigo, who stayed behind after everyone left.
"So, now do you believe that I'm not just a figment of your imagination, Ichigo? I thought that you would realize that after every prediction I have ever told you came true, but, just in case, here I am, in the flesh. Now, before you ask, all of the legends and stories about the Chaos and all are true. Even the part about your heritage is true. Any questions?" I asked.
"Just one," he said, "You said last night that I would meet a Soul Reaper soon, in May, to be precise. When? May 1st is tomorrow. How long will it be before you can tell me everything?" He asked sounding slightly angry and sad. Even though he was still scowling, I could tell that he was afraid of what I told him during the many nights I spent in his dreams.
"Don't worry, soon, I can tell you everything, little brother." I said before walking out the door.