At the Academy
Captain Zaraki had brought Hoshi to the Academy and was talking in the office with the principal, who was also the first squad captain.
"So this is the infamous Hoshi Takaya that's been scarring off Hollows and Soul Reapers alike." He said good-naturedly. He picked up a file. "Hoshi Takaya, age 16, murdered February 19th-"
Hoshi interrupted him. "I'm 19 damnit!" The captains were taken aback by her sudden out burst. She steadied her raged breathing. "I'm 19 sir, sorry."
Yamamoto glared at her slightly. "Hoshi Takaya, age 19, murdered on February 19th, sorry for the mix up Takaya."
"Least you didn't think I was 15." She muttered.
"What was that?" Yamamoto asked, looking over the papers.
"Nothing." Hoshi sighed, utterly bored. Captain Zaraki and Captain Yamamoto continued to talk.
"So the rumors were true?" Yamamoto asked.
"Yes, sir." Kenpachi said, glancing over at Hoshi, who was trying her hardest not to fall asleep. "I saw her kill several Hollows my self."
"Wait several…. How long have you been following me?" Hoshi asked now interested, glaring at Kenpachi.
"Three days." He said. "That a problem?"
"Noooo, that's not creepy at all." Hoshi said sarcastically.
"It was necessary." Yamamoto told her. "To determine if you would be a good candidate for the Academy."
"But you just told me that people usually stay in the uhhhh…Rukongai, for years before being accepted into the Academy."
"Yes," Yamamoto said getting impatient. "but you are a special exception."
Hoshi immediately shut up noticing Yamamoto's anger rising. Hoshi backed up in her seat slightly, Yachiru had hopped off Kenpachi awhile ago and was sitting on Hoshi's shoulder, which Hoshi didn't mind. Yachiru was having fun poking and turning Hoshi's various piercings. "Hey, not the eyebrow-ring." Hoshi jumped as Yachiru reached for the ring on her eyebrow.
"Come on Yachiru." Kenpachi said suddenly.
Yamamoto stood too and handed Hoshi three text books, a binder and a pencil case. "Here's what you'll be needing. And your uniform will be in your new room."
"Wait, wait, wait, uniform?" she stopped her protest when Yamamoto gave her a look. "Never mind."
Hoshi walked out of Yamamoto's office along with Captain Zaraki and Yachiru. "What is up with the old man? Did someone shove a stick up his ass or something?"
Kenpachi laughed slightly at the comment. "I wouldn't talk like around him if I were you."
"Thanks for the tip." Hoshi waved as she walked down the hallway in the opposite direction. She looked at the slip of paper in the binder. "Room, 11 floor 1."
Hoshi walked around for a while till she found her room. "Finally!" Hoshi yelled as she kicked the door open. Unfortunately two other girls were there already. "Who the hell are you two?"
"Uhh…" one with long black hair and bright green eyes looked at her shocked. "I'm Chiyo Aburame."
The other, a girl with a large bust and light brown hair stood. "And I'm Miki Haruno. But the real question is who are you?"
Hoshi threw her stuff on a bed and sat down crossing her legs. "Hoshi Takaya, age 19, murdered February 19th."
"You remember when you died?" Chiyo asked.
"Yeah, I only died two weeks ago." Hoshi said flopping down.
"When did you come to the Soul Society then?!" Miki asked wide eyed.
"Just now. After much coaxing from Zaraki, Ikkaku,Yumichika, and Yachiru." Hoshi rolled over and opened a text book.
"Y-you met Captain Zaraki and didn't get killed?!" Chiyo almost yelled.
"Yeah, he's no scarier then a Hollow, and I've seen some pretty freaky ones." Hoshi said like it was normal.
"YOU'VE FOUGHT HOLLOWS?!" they cried in unison, backing away slightly.
"Yes," Hoshi sighed. "first day and people already think I'm a freak…. Wonderful."
Miki's shocked and scared face softened and she sat next to Hoshi. "Sorry, I just can't believe that a 16 year old girl could've met a Hollow and lived."
Hoshi's eye twitched in rage, but she quickly calmed herself. "For the last fucking time I'm 19!"
"Sorry, sorry!" Miki apologized quickly. "You, your just soo-"
"Small. I know. And I fucking hate it!" Hoshi yelled suddenly self-conscious.