Chapter 6

Slashing her sword a final time, Ookami allows the others to take over. Orihime and Chad are with them and Rukia and Ichigo have gathered too. The horde of Menos is truly large, probably the fault of Juuyon-bantai's massive and sudden reiatsu in Karakura Town. But Kitsune knew that didn't bother anybody in the slightest. Nope, she knew her captain was pissed at the red-haired, tattooed shinigami that joined them.

'What are you doing here?' Neko asked in a wondering tone while the captain glared almost childishly menacing at said lieutenant.

'I was sent along with the others… didn't they tell you?' He said, wondering himself. Nezumi slapped her forehead.

'I forgot to tell everyone!' She exclaimed, waving her hands rapidly while apologizing.

'Whatever. Just keep your mouth shut.' The other red-head growled, sounding exactly like she did in her bankai form. With that she turned away and jumped on the rooftops, heading back to the apartment.

'Her temper is almost as bad as Kensei's…' Ichigo muttered, referring to the silver-haired member of the Visoreds.

'Yeah but Renji keeps saying shit about her Gin! You're gonna die if you keep pissing her off!' Hebi laughed at the stunned Renji. Inu ignored this completely instead and turned to Rukia.

'Who are the others?' She asked in her stoic tone.

Nezumi answered first though, feeling bad about forgetting to tell them something important. 'Tenth Division and Eleventh Division guys!'

'Oh, Shiro is here.' Inu said in a quiet, expressionless voice. But Renji, Ichigo and Rukianearly fell out of the air when they heard what she called them. Kitsune sighed, deciding that was enough… though she really didn't want to get back to cleaning the apartment.

'Let's go, guys! We're done here.' She called in a lazy voice. Regardless, her orders were followed. The members of Juuyon-bantai called back their 'okays' with light grins, except Inu of course and flocked over to their fox lieutenant. 'See ya.' She bid to the remaining shinigami before they all departed quickly.

PART TWO

'Aizen...' Hebi moaned in her sleep. Neko poked her. Urgently. The teacher stopped talking now, staring at the sleeping shinigami in her classroom. She did not look happy.

'Maboroshi Hebi, wake up!' The teacher called her sternly. But Hebi it seems was a deep sleeper and murmured even louder.

'Aizen...! Don't tickle me...' She sleep-talked. Her friends wanted to facepalm badly. Inu let out a sigh of exasperation when she noticed Ichigo and Rukia with their jaws wide open.

Then Kitsune, being the one sitting behind her, decided the following plan of action. Picking up a ruler, she pulled the plastic back fifty two degrees and let it snap soundly onto the back of Hebi's unprotected head. The resounding smack woke Hebi up, causing her to topple out of her chair. The class laughed. Loudly. Hebi laughed along awkwardly, embarrassed.

'Don't tickle me, Aizen!' A fake high pitch voice rang out as a rough boy jeered at her, sneering with his friends. Hebi turned a deep shade of red and Nezumi helped her to her feet and into her chair, shooting a dirty look at the boys.

'That's enough. Back to class...' The teacher said but it was so faint, no one obeyed it.

'Aw, did we hurt you? Why don't you ask Aizen to make you feel better?' Another cooed, causing Hebi to fist her hands, her face still red from rage and embarrassment. Though Inu's face betrayed nothing, the room's temperature dropped.

And no one was expecting the small but swift fist that made impact with the boy's face. 'Sorry~!' Neko said in a meowing voice, her innocent face not matching her actions. 'My hand slipped.'

Silence ensued. Rukia sent Kitsune and Ookami a desperate look but their muscles were already coiled and ready to spring. Nezumi just shrugged her shoulders. Too bad. When the boy lashed out again... well it wasn't pretty. And the furious teacher had sent both parties to go see the head of discipline teacher.

'What do you have to say for yourselves?' The teacher demanded quietly. The boys remained silent, nursing their injuries and glaring at the girls.

'We were provoked.' Inu said in a silky voice that simply breathed confidence.

'But you weren't the one provoked.' The teacher countered.

'We watch out for our friends. That's supposed to be an appreciated value in students.' Kitsune spoke just as smoothly.

The teacher seemed to contemplate this for a while much to the fury of the boys who were given a week's suspension. But Juuyon-bantai didn't get off easy either. As it was, the teacher was the advisor for school events. 'This is our punishment?' Nezumi wondered, staring at the paper they had just signed.

'Yes. You six will be handling all student events in this school for six months. And I expect there to be a lot of events. Make it good ones. You're dismissed.' The teacher said smugly, having just solved all her problems for six months.

'Thank you, teacher.' Ookami said courteously, dragging out her friends. As soon as they were in the hall and the door shut, her tune changed. 'I hate that goddamned teacher.'

PART THREE

'Yo!' Urahara greeted casually cheery, petting the sleek black cat that was his best friend.

'Hey, Kisuke-kun.' Inu answered his greeting stoically. Kitsune was attempting to pacify a fuming Ookami and whining Nezumi, to no avail, of course.

Hebi and Neko chattered animatedly, waving to Urahara as they too entered the shop. Ookami promptly sat on the ground, crossing her arms petulantly. Kitsune gave up at this and pushed Nezumi towards the unmoving captain. Everyone watched as Nezumi grabbed Ookami's wrist and pulled, not managing to move the teenage girl at all. 'Get up!' Nezumi yelled.

'No.' Came a determined reply, her black eyes closed.

'Come on, we can go train…' The mouse shinigami bribed in a lilting voice. Ookami stopped resisting and opened one eye, peering at Nezumi.

Baited, she uncrossed her arms passively. 'I won't go easy on you.' She warned but there was already a smile in her voice at the idea of vigorous training.

'Yeah, yeah, I know!' Tabiki Nezumi grumbled, dragging an eager Ookami to the training ground, the two phasing out of their gigais quickly.

'What was that about?' Yoruichi asked curiously. The remaining members of the 14th Division looked in her direction to find that she had transformed… and Urahara was still petting her hair as if she was a cat.

'We were roped into organizing events for school. Hebi starts first and she chose to do a Kimono Day.' Kitsune explained with a smirk, unperturbed by the naked Shihoin's body, unlike Inu who looked away in the name of decency.

Ookami stuck her head back into the room with a grimace on her face, barely being held back by a frustrated Nezumi. 'I will NOT be forced into that feminine attire.' She snarled, hate filling those two words.

'Can't you behave, Ookami?!' Nezumi huffed with struggle as her petite body tried to contain her captain's furious energy.

'…But we already asked Jii-san for…mmhph!' Neko mumbled before Hebi clamped her hand down tight over the cat shinigami's mouth.

'What?' Kitsune asked sharply. Neko shoved Hebi to the door where a just arriving Ishida caught her, the rest of the Ryoka and company with him.

'Jii-san said we can have Kimono Day in Soul Society too!' She said excitedly, not realising or not caring about Ookami's brooding aura.

'I don't want to wear a kimono in Soul Society.' Inu agreed, frowning.

'Whatever. Fine, have your freaking Kimono Day.' Shizen Ookami suddenly said, grinning. The sudden change sent chills up everyone's spines. Well, not Kitsune. She just sighed and facepalmed. The teenage captain pointed an accusing finger at Ishida who had caught Hebi. 'Oi, pervert, stop feeling up my Rokuseki. I need her for training.'

Ishida spluttered, about to shoot a retort when Hebi righted herself and pushed him to the ground without care and a big smile. 'There's no one for me but Aizen~!'

'Settled, you train with Ookami-taichou then.' Urahara chuckled. Nezumi blew a breath of relief and Hebi groaned as a dangerous aura exuded from the red-haired shinigami. She even forgot to give Renji a dissing reply; he was just standing there in shock, wondering what the hell was going on…

'Hebi-rokuseki… You planned the Kimono Day. You know I HATE wearing feminine clothes.' Ookami growled ominously. Hebi only had time to hiss a plea before being dragged away to the training grounds by a vengeful taichou.

PART FOUR

'Aizen-sama, I have the first report from my prototype Eye.' Szayel said, walking into the room and flipping his pink hair pretentiously. Gin and Aizen halted their conversation, turning to him.

Aizen had been interested in this particular creation of his, since it was based off of Ulquiorra's eye. It couldn't match up to the original but it did have an advantage; it had no reiatsu that could be detected. That was why it was sent to the Human World to spy on the situation there. 'Show me.' Aizen invited.

Szayel pulled out the remote from his sleeve and brandished it at his contraption, causing it to open a white screen on the wall. 'It would seem Soul Society has sent some new shinigami to the Human World.' He mused to himself, playing the first scene of Juuyon-Bantai fighting the horde of Menos alongside Ichigo and the others.

'Hebi.' Aizen murmured smiling peacefully. Gin opened his eyes, revealing that too-sharp colour, gazing at the red-haired captain. Ookami had returned. She must be angry… beyond furious.

'Are they of interest to you, Aizen-sama?' The pinkette Espada asked his lord with a smirk.

'Yes.' Aizen admitted without shame. 'Keep an eye on them but do not act. They will come to us eventually, won't they, Gin?' He asked happily, grinning as he walked to the balcony. Perhaps he would ask Szayel to make the place more comfortable for Hebi…

'Yes.' Gin answered with a false smile. He didn't want them to come.

While Aizen wouldn't purposely attack them, Ookami does not forgive betrayal… she wouldn't waste time in attacking him and then Aizen will kill her without hesitation. He couldn't allow that to happen… but then again… why would she accept help from a traitor? Gin backed into the shadows, letting his face fall. She wouldn't trust him even if he told her the truth. She won't forgive him for this.