Hey everyone, its moshimellow again with a random extra she decided to type up one day. Please enjoy~ (Free cookie for the first review that points out where I got the inspiration for this extra! :3)
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It was record temperature in Soul Society, the first time it had become so hot. The sun beat down mercilessly as everyone sweated and frantically tried to cool themselves. School was cancelled due to the bad insulation inside the buildings; it would be like an oven inside and the students would be cooked alive. In the towns, shutters were pulled down, doors closed and everyone retreated inside their houses to keep out of the heat.
Meanwhile, in a derelict, small dorm which housed only six young shinigami, the occupants sat in their rickety common room complaining endlessly about the weather.
"Ugh, why is it so freaking hot???" moaned Tifa as she writhed around on the threadbare carpet. Everyone was stripped down to short shorts and singlets yet the sweat still poured down continuously. Shioru squatted in front of her miniature electric fan as it feebly rattled on before making a loud CLANK! and fell apart.
"My fan!! Don't die on me!" she begged, desperately picking up the pieces of the el cheapo fan she had haggled from the market.
"Che," Hoshika said with a smirk. "It serves you right for being so cheap and buying a second-hand one even though a new one was hardly more expensive."
As Hoshika spoke to Shioru, her attention was occupied for a split second. Seeing this chance, Saiko lunged for the flimsy, paper fan in her hand they had been fighting for before and fled with it.
"Why you little...!" with that, Hoshika sped off after Saiko, shouting for her (even cheaper) fan.
At the exact moment they ran to the top of the stairs, Hiyori appeared holding a huge pile of clothes and snacks.
"Watch out— " before Hiyori could finish her warning, the two dashed to the side and crashed past both her arms, causing her to trip and the items in her arms to fly everywhere. Having fast reactions, Saiko and Hoshika stopped right before the next short flight of stairs but Hiyori, having tripped, was falling backwards.
Saiko and Hoshika could only watch open-mouthed as their friend fell back. It was almost like slow motion as Hiyori's body curved backwards as she fell, her arms released their burden to grasp for some invisible support. Shioru and Tifa watched horrified from the living room, their arms reaching out uselessly in a bid to save their friend.
There was a flash of red and white; Mochi flash-stepped behind Hiyori. Way of destruction, Thrust. (1) An invisible force pushed Hiyori to the opposite way she was falling. "Ouch!" Hiyori crashed face first on the creaking boards of the landing.
Everyone let out a breath of air they were subconsciously holding. Mochi walked slowly up the first flight of stairs and grabbed the back of Hiyori's shirt and dragged her up, not bothering to attend to Hiyori's weak knees that couldn't support her weight. In the process, she turned her around and everyone peered at the huge bruise already blooming on Hiyori's forehead.
"Oops," Mochi let go of her shirt, turned around and made her way down the stairs again.
Shioru broke the silence as her mouth twitched and a quiet 'lol' slipped out. The sound made everyone but Hiyori burst out in laughter. Saiko cautiously crept forwards towards the stunned Hiyori and poked the bruise, apparently bringing her back to the world of the living.
"OWWIE!! Saiko, STOP POKING IT! MOCHI COME BACK HERE! YOU DIDN'T NEED TO PUT THAT MUCH REIATSU INTO THAT! OWW!"
Mochi smirked as Hiyori's cries died away as she left the house. She looked up at the clear blue sky and stretched leisurely. Such a great day to have no school; it must be luck.
BEEEEP! BEEEEP!!
"Tch," Mochi stuffed her hand in her pocket and grabbed the vibrating spirit communicator in her pocket. She had forgotten to lose the damn thing the moment no-one was watching but unfortunately forgot. Wrenching it open, she sliced her finger on the little lotus phone charm dangling from it. Note to self: never let Hiyori decorate or buy things for me again. She sucked her finger and read the message:
To all students in the Shinigami Academy, your superiors have decided that you will be participating in the Real World Beach Excursion! It is compulsory to come as we are having a SAND SCULPTING COMPETITION! HOW EXCITING!! 3
Mochi snorted in disbelief. This was something the likes of Ri would organise. If she wasn't such a rii-tard(2), I would have thought she was trying to trick me. However, she began making her way back to the dorms. It had been a while since she had seen humans and wondered if the phone she was looking at in her favourite magazine had been released yet.
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The six girls filed out of their ramshackle dorm and quickly made their way to school. One was holding a beach umbrella, another a picnic basket and the rest clutched strange assorted items.
"Saiko, stop eating all our food! We need it for later," Hoshika said, pointing her umbrella at the girl holding the basket. Saiko looked up from the sandwich she was greedily gobbling. "No'th wowwy," she mumbled with her mouth half full, "I'm onthly eathing your sthrare! (3)"
"Why you!" shouted Hoshika. She lunged for the Saiko who promptly sprinted away, still munching on Hoshika's sandwich.
"How can they run like that in this heat?" wondered Shioru, who was still mourning the death of her fan.
"Beats me," Tifa grinned. "But all I know is that it's gonna be a whole heap of fun today!" She ran ahead, after the two girls.
Shioru looked back at the two others behind her. She grinned at what other students in Soul Society would think if they saw them now.
Hiyori was... there was no word that could really describe how she looked. At the moment, she looked like a cross between a discount store and a hitchhiking backpacker. She was wearing a giant brimmed hat, huge sunnies and carrying assorted towels, inflatable toys, sand castle making tools and pretty much anything you could possibly use at the beach. What wasn't in the huge bag she was lugging was tied onto her.
Mochi however, was walking as far away from Hiyori as possible in a sad attempt to avoid association with her. Despite her obvious disgust at Hiyori's strange appearance, she wasn't the most normal looking person that day either. In conclusion, out of their whole group, she would be the person that caused most stares and double-takes.
Mochi was dressed rather normally for a beach trip. She wore a long singlet with a strange dinosaur print on it and shorts. Relatively normal if you ignore the fact that she really wasn't the type to choose a top with an angry chibi dinosaur saying 'Rawr' on it. However, the item she held confidently in her arms was... definitely NOT normal.
You could be forgiven to thinking she was holding a giant blow-up chocolate block, if that wasn't strange enough. But this "chocolate block" had floppy limbs, two huge black eyes and a gigantic open mouth.
"What did you say that thing was called again?" asked Shioru. Mochi looked up from her book and glared at her. "Don't insult him by calling him a thing. His name is Domo-kun."
Shioru's eyebrows shot up; she didn't think that Mochi would be so protective of the chocolate blow-up monster.
"Well I'm sorry, I didn't know it had feelings," she replied. Slightly annoyed, Shioru walked a little faster, leaving Mochi and Hiyori behind. "Hmph, this heat is really getting to me," she muttered to herself.
Mochi watched as Shioru disappeared out of her peripheral vision. "Tch,"
"Heh, I didn't think you were the type to like this type of thing. Of course we can't say that it doesn't suit your personality,"
Mochi's mouth twitched slightly, a strong urge to strangle her sword nearly overtaking her. "Shuttup, girly man," she muttered. Her steps quickened with her annoyance.
"Wait for me, guys!" wailed Hiyori as Mochi strode ahead of her and she lagged behind due to the huge load she was carrying. She ran around the corner to see Shioru disappear through a passageway which had mysteriously materialised in front of the academy hall. Above the entrance was a huge banner with the words "Senkaimon(4) to Real World Beach- All Shinigami Welcome!". There were many students around wearing casual beach wear and a few being lectured by the teachers for wearing their shinigami uniform.
Mochi turned around to wait for the slower girl who was removing some of her load; therefore being just normal enough to be acknowledged as an acquaintance. "Hurry up Bakari! You're holding us up," she shouted. Two, small butterflies broke away from a cluster on the wall to lead the two girls and they hurriedly followed it into the entrance.
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Tifa stared sullenly at her friends. They were all being boring. Saiko had gone off and was digging the sand, being a creative and competitive person. Tifa however wanted to go play in the water instead of getting herself all sandy. Hoshika had muttered something about looking for a shady tree and had disappeared off to somewhere. Even Mochi had joined Ri at the sand sculpture building, although she wasn't doing much to help her. Looking around, she realised that a member of their little group was missing. Where was Akechi?
"Damn, even Akechi's gone. What do I do now?" she grumbled unhappily to herself. She squatted down comfortably on the sand, almost where the water reached and watched the waves roll in and out. Swish. Swosh. Swish. Swosh. The sun was still unbearably hot, despite it being in a different dimension so she rolled into the water and closed her eyes.
It was all calm. All Tifa could hear was the gentle swooshing of the waves and the recurrent lowering of the water before another wave washed up. In her silent tranquil bliss, she felt someone approach her, heralded by a violent splashing in the water. She sat up and looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun.
A dark haired man was staring down at her, possibly wondering whether she was a corpse or not. As she looked up at him, he gave a quiet snort of disbelief and his curious look was replaced by a look of superiority. "You are in the way, child," he stated.
Tifa kept staring up at him. Wow. Look at those abs. What a hot guy, she thought. Looking past his face she focused on the ripped looking board he held. A surfboard! Seeing the board she stood up in excitement.
"Dude, that's an awesome board! Can you teach me how to surf?" she babbled eagerly.
The man's eyes widened for a second before he recomposed his expression to one of disdainfulness.
"That's Kuchiki-taichou for you," he replied before wading slowly into the water. Tifa took a few seconds before comprehending what he said. Cool. I hope I get to be in his division, she thought cheerfully before quickly following after him.
"Hey Mister Kuchiki! Do you think I'll be able to master it before we leave today?"
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Hoshika was definitely having a bad day. Firstly, she had an awesome fan that she had created out of leftover paper from the academy. But Saiko just had to steal it from her, despite the fact that she owned an even better fan. Secondly, Saiko ate most of her homemade lunch which she had personally made because she was a picky eater, unlike Saiko. She growled angrily under her breath when she realised that Saiko was the cause of her problems and glared pointedly at the crouching figure as it dug in the sand.
The sun was excruciatingly hot and Hoshika was already half-baked with the heat. Looking back at her group of friends, she imagined them as cookies slowly rising in the oven. What the hell? She shook her head to get rid of the disturbing image of herself as a cookie and noticed a sheltered area of trees. The shade looked so invitingly cool and relaxing, she didn't think twice. After muttering a quick goodbye to Tifa, the only one who was listening, she took off.
She yelped as she darted through the hot sand. As her feet touched the cool sand under the trees she breathed a sigh of relief and happiness.
"So nice!" Hoshika sank into the cold sand and gazed contentedly into the distant horizon where her friends still gathered.
"I agree," a sly voice said behind her.
Hoshika jumped up and crouched like a coiled spring while scanning the dark bushes before she saw a silhouette of a tall slim man behind her. How did he slip behind me without me noticing? Hoshika stared at him suspiciously.
"You must be wondering how I got behind you without you noticing?" he asked, breaking the tense silence. "That's because I was here before you, you're the one who walked here without noticing me," he continued. As he spoke he stepped forward and out of the darkness, revealing his white haori, which signified that he was a captain. Hoshika was slightly overwhelmed but gathered her emotions and gave him a stiff bow.
"May I ask for your name? And what division you are captain of, sir?" she said, before looking up at his face.
A smile spread on his face, slowly growing and when it was complete, Hoshika was taken aback by its creepy yet mesmerising effect. His eyes seemed closed, as he replied to her, "Am I that good looking that you have to stare? I'm the captain of the 3rd Division, Ichimaru Gin."
The information he gave her however, just slipped through her mind like sand in an hourglass. Gone in seconds. Hoshika stared fixatedly on the large packet he was holding. "Never mind that," she interrupted. She slowly raised her arm and pointed at the packet. "Are those…" she paused, just to make sure she was correct, "are those dried prunes?", her face lighting up in wonderment.
Ichimaru blinked. "Err... Yes? Do you want some?" he asked.
Needless to say, her answer was not 'no'.
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"Mochi! We have to win this competition with our awesome sculpture! Can you pass me that shell over there?" squealed Hiyori. She patted the sand mound in front of her happily while chattering away. There was no reply from Mochi who sat next to her, reading her book. The inflatable Domo flailed its arms next to her in the breeze.
"Oh well, I'll just get it myself," said Hiyori, reaching for a small pink shell. "Look how pretty this is, Mochi!"
There was an irritated grunt of reply and then Hiyori fell silent again, intent on making her dream sand castle. Mochi spotted a small, sparkly shell which she absently chucked in front of Hiyori making her explode with chatter again. Headache. She groaned and stood up, grabbing the brown monster. Glancing quickly at Hiyori, she flash stepped to a distance before starting to walk again. Hiyori just kept nattering away, not noticing that her companion was hardly even within earshot.
Mochi sighed as she silently walked further from Hiyori. Even when Hiyori was just a small smudge in the horizon, she could still hear her shrill voice. Walking past a small pavilion, she noticed Shioru sitting with a dodgy looking old man. He looks pretty suspicious. Long hair just like someone I know…. thought Mochi. While debating whether to go over to them and check out the situation, an offended voice disturbed her thoughts. By "long hair", do you mean me? Mochi smirked as she ignored the voice.
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A little while before, Shioru had been wandering around the beach, searching for her companions. "Sigh. Where have they gone?" she muttered under her breath. The sun was relentlessly beating down on her and she felt like she was slowly melting. Spotting a scattering of small pavilions nearby, she made for the nearest one. It was when she almost reached the shelter that she realised it was already occupied. Occupied, by a mysterious looking man with long white hair. As she got closer she realised that it was actually the captain they came across a while ago when they were trying to get to the real world.
The white-haired captain looked up as she came closer. "Hello there! I'm Ukitake. Would you like to join me for some tea?" he called out to her. Tea? Her eyes lit up and she grinned back at him.
"Yeah! I've got some Kasutera as well. Would you like some?" she asked before taking a seat. "Oh yeah, and I'm Akechi."
"A hot day isn't it?" asked Ukitake as he poured the green tea into two cups. Despite the weather being sweltering hot, Shioru took the tea gratefully, blew on it to cool it down before taking a sip.
"Indeed," answered Shioru. "This tea smells and tastes wonderful. Thank you, I really like it."
"Glad you do. It's some of my special tea leaves for unique occasions like these."
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Mochi's eyes swept over the wide expanse of beachy surroundings and stopped on a small, lone figure sitting in one of the stone pavilions. Hmm. Looks pretty little. Must be Saiko or someone.
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Saiko grunted as she piled layers of wet sand onto her sculpture. With her creative juices flowing and ridiculously competitive nature, she would not lose this sand-sculpturing competition. She had the best idea in her mind, an idea which equalled ultimate EPIC win. And that idea was slowly coming alive as she shaped the huge mountain of wet sand before her.
Next to her, another Shinigami had the same thoughts in mind as he ground the clumps of sand he held into clever little shapes. His eyes scanned the beachy landscape for something useful for his sculpture and a small sword-shaped piece of driftwood caught his eye. At the same time, his hand and Saiko's hand shot towards the driftwood and collided.
A suddenly visible aura of malice appeared around both of their figures as they slowly faced each other.
"Teme… THAT'S MY PIECE OF DRIFTWOOD!" they shouted in unison. Saiko's eye twitched as she glared daggers at the red-haired Shinigami.
"DON'T STEAL MY LINE FREAK!" they shouted in unison again.
A tumultuous amount of swearing and cursing and childish-name calling was going through Saiko's little brain as she had a glaring match with the red-haired Shinigami. Stupid –beep- weirdo –beep- my wood –beep- eyebrows –be-ep-?
"HEY! You're that freaky eyebrow dude I walked into a while ago!" she burst out.
The Shinigami stared at her. "So it was you. I can't believe I got blown away by a little short freak. And that's Renji-sama for you, kiddo," he retorted.
"HEY! Don't look down on short people! It's height-ist. Anyways shuttup man, I need that driftwood to make my sculpture of myself!" she shouted back, flailing her arms around.
"That's MY idea!" argued Renji.
They glared at each other. There was a silence. A seagull flying ahead cawed.
GURURURURU! A deep rumbling sound broke the silence.
"I'm hungry."
"Same here."
"Let's get some ramen."
"That's what I was thinking, there's an awesome ramen stand over there."
GURURURURURURU!
"Let's go."
"Indeed. Although," Saiko squinted at the stand, "Why do they think anyone would want ramen at the beach? Anyone sane, that is—"
GURURURURURURURURURURURURURURU!
"Ok let's go."
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Mochi started walking towards the small figure. However as she got closer, she felt the spiritual pressure of someone else press down on her and it was harder to breath than usual. This can't be the chibi…
"Oi! Chibi there!" she shouted.
Suddenly the pressure pushed down on her shoulders and the small figure was shrouded with an almost visible aura of misty white. "What did you say?" a low voice snarled.
"The chibi there with a low voice," she repeated, her curiosity beating her sense of self-preservation.
The chibi turned, his silver-white hair glinting in the sunlight. The pressure increased but Mochi continued to squint in his direction. Looks familiar… "Oh! You're that captain dude with the white hair…. Hibutaya?"
"It's Hitsugaya…." he corrected her testily, still glaring at as he scooped a spoonful from a huge bowl of shaved ice. Mochi stepped into the little shelter and sat down on the cool stone seat, dumping Domo down beside her.
"It's nice here," she murmured to herself.
"It's nicer in my world," a snide little voice replied within Mochi's mind.
"Yeah. Stupid Matsumoto dragged me here saying something about little kids and sandcastles," Hitsugaya replied, and at the same time,Mochi growled, "Urusai(6)."
He looked over to her with raised eyebrows and an expression on his face which made Mochi feel like a foolish five year old being scorned by a teacher. "What?"
Mochi tossed the inferior feeling aside and had a very violent urge to bash up her zanpakutou the next time she saw him. "Nothing. I was just talking to myself- my zanpakutou," she explained grudgingly. Amazingly, he accepted this with a nod and continued eating the shaved ice.
"That's just normal. Hyourinmaru is actually good company compared to the rest of the idiots here," he continued, scooping another spoonful. He stopped eating when he saw the disbelieving look on Mochi's face. "What?"
Mochi glared at the zanpakutou she had placed next to her on the seat. "Mines an effing bastard who wakes me up at freaking five in the morning to train," she grumbled.
Oi! I can hear you, you know. It's for your own good anyway.
"And there he goes again,"
Hitsugaya grinned. "That's actually not too bad you know. I knew a guy whose zanpakutou kept him up for many nights humming some iinfuriating little tune. I think he went mad."
Mochi laughed quietly and gazed out dreamily at the ocean. It's been so long since I've been to the beach, ever since….
"You died?" Kanda's voice interrupted her thoughts.
...yeah...
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"Hehe, Mochi! Just tell me if this side tower looks a little wonky or not. I really like how this pretty shell you gave me looks just right over there, don't you think?" Hiyori's rambling seemed unstoppable but then, the first time in about half an hour, she looked over to where her friend was. Not there. Not even Domo-kun was there to keep her company.
She jumped up in shock. "Mochi? Where are you? Are you playing hide and seek with me? You should have told me we started the game already, geez!"
After hunting around for fifteen minutes, she realised the cruel truth; her friend had long deserted her.
Glancing around the beach landscape, she could not see any of her friends, not even Akechi!
Abandoning her sand castle, she wandered sadly along the coastline before bumping into someone. She slowly looked up from her feet. What huge bo- She caught herself from thinking such perverted sounding thoughts. How can I put it? What large... um... mammary glands... She giggled and looked up at the lady's face.
The lady had shockingly orange hair, piled in soft waves around her face.
"Ooh! I like your hair!" blurted Hiyori. The lady gave her a huge grin and grabbed her with immense strength.
"I like your sense of style, honey. Since you look lonely, you can come with me because I'm looking for my taichou. I'm Matsumoto, you?" she asked friendlily.
Hiyori beamed back at her and replied, "I'm Hiyori, nice to meet you."
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A clink of metal against glass cut short Mochi's troubled thoughts and she looked up and saw Hitsugaya shove yet another spoonful of the shaved ice into his mouth. Suddenly her throat felt very parched and she felt like drinking a lot of water.
"Hey. Where did you buy that? I don't see any stores selling shaved ice," she asked the boy.
"Oh. My element is ice. I can create ice with my zanpakutou. Convenient, isn't it?," he explained.
Mochi glowered at her sword again. Geez. Talk about useless zanpakutou. She heard a quiet chuckle which she swore inwardly at.
"Do you want some?" Hitsugaya's voice interrupted her thoughts again.
"Uh. Can you make some right now?" she asked.
He nodded and unsheathed his sword. "Souten ni Zase, Hyourinmaru. One shaved ice deluxe(7)," he commanded. A mist of water droplets swept towards the shining blade, before fusing together into the shape of a bowl and fell lightly onto the table with a quiet clunk. The remaining droplets shattered into shards and fell into the bowl.
"Oh. That's cool. Thanks." Mochi stared as the small captain handed a small spoon from his pocket.
"It hasn't been used before…" he said.
A companionable silence set over them as they ate their shaved ice.
"Hey, Hibutaya? You know how you said you were a captain?" started Mochi.
He looked up and scowled again. "It's Hitsugaya-taichou. Yeah? What about it?"
Mochi played around with the ice in her bowl before answering. "I wonder which division I'll get assigned to… Oh yeah. What division are you from?" she asked.
"I'm the captain of the Tenth Division." Hitsugaya watched her troubled expression, "Don't worry about which division you are put into at first, because it's not always permanent,"
"Oh."
Another silence fell upon them. For a while, only the sound of the tide and the clinking of their spoons could be heard.
"Ara! That short little boy over there eating! That's MY taichou!" a cheery female voice interrupted. "Huuh?! Who's that long-haired person? Never seen her before!"
"Ooh! What a shortie! OMOOOO! That long-haired person looks like my friend!" another voice chimed in.
"Oh god. She found me," Hitsugaya and Mochi groaned in unison. They looked at each other in surprise before sinking lower on the cool stone bench.
Hiyori appeared, followed by an orange haired woman, bounded up the steps to where Mochi sat.
"It is you! Mochi, why didn't you tell me when you left?" she asked, accusingly. "I didn't even get to finish our sand castle... Aren't you so disappointed?".
"Shaddup Ri, can't you see that I'm eating now?" grunted Mochi sullenly. She glanced at Hitsugaya who was trying to hide his twitching smile and she gave him a pointed look. Looking back at Hiyori, Mochi realized that she was staring hungrily at her and the small captain's shaved ice.
"Mochi, where did you buy this? OMO! I really want some! Looks so yummy!" she squealed. The orange-haired woman looked closely at the ice and gave a loud shout which made everyone jump.
"Taichou!! It's your special again!! Make me some please?" she asked, giving Hitsugaya a puppy dog face. The white haired captain ignored her before scooping up the last tidbit of ice in his bowl and eating it.
"There's none left now Matsumoto."
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"And then he taught me how to balance properly on the board! It was so cool! I wish we had beaches in Soul Society so I could learn some more from him," chattered Tifa. She thought happily about the dark haired captain as she walked home with her friends. Shioru thought fondly of the small bag of tea leaves she had inside her pocket. Hoshika walked beside her, clutching a bag of prunes which she dipped her hand in, every few minutes.
Saiko walked behind them, so engrossed in her bag of bonus rock candy from the ramen store that she didn't even bother to annoy Hoshika. Mochi was relentlessly being pestered by Hiyori who was extremely excited about her meeting with Matsumoto, who she wanted to be under in the future. Domo-kun had been deflated from Saiko's continuous attacks and was folded up in Mochi's pocket.
The small group of teenagers halted outside their dorm door as the rummaging for keys began. There was a shout as one located hers and one by one they filed into their dorm with Mochi pausing to look up at the sky before she entered.
The sun had set in Soul Society, marking the end of an eventful day. With the going down of the smoldering sun, the temperature dropped to a pleasant coolness which everyone relished in. Everything was dyed a deep purple shade and by the time they had entered the common room, the first stars of the night were twinkling and the half moon was glowing in the dark blue sky. Mochi stared up at the sky intently, pondering over a stray thought.
Feels like the calm before the storm huh?
She considered her Zanpakutou's comment for a moment and entered her room, closing the door behind her.
"Yeah."
A/N:
Yay for summer!
(1) This is a Hadou spell which pushes the target away from the caster.
(2) Rii-tard is a cross between "Ri" – Hiyori's last name, and retard.
(3) Translated it is: "Don't worry; I'm only eating your share,"
(4) In case any fans have already forgotten, the Senkaimon is a doorway between Soul Society and the real world. Shinigami can pass through when accompanied by a Hell Butterfly (Jigoku Chou).
(6) Shut up.
(7) Hyourinmaru needs to be in shikai for Hitsugaya to be able to create ice.
This chapter outlines the meeting and bonding of our OCs with existing characters in Bleach. Hitsugaya, I think he's kind of OOC in this chapter but I tried to make him more friendly because he had met a 'kindred soul' who goes through the same hardships (of having idiotic friends AHEM Matsumoto and Hiyori) as him.
See you next time, Mochi-sama.
Please note that this is a filler. If you are confused by some happenings in the future that contradict with this chapter, please disregard all that you have learnt in this chapter.