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Chapter 16: Dance
The Winter Gala was an event sponsored by the Head Captain and held at his estate every year for the captains, lieutenants, and squad members of the Gotei 13 Court Guard Squads. The event had started out as a simply dinner and had over the years evolved into a full blown ball. Due to its western theme, the Winter Gala was unlike any other event in the entire Soul Society.
As Jushiro stepped from the foyer into the grand ballroom, he couldn't help but be stunned. Black and white marble tiles covered the floor. The walls were painted a dark red that was accented with white crown molding that lined the borders of the large white ceiling. In the center of the roof poised directly over the center of the dance floor was a massive glass chandelier that hung forty feet up in the air. Large black flower vases filled with white roses lined the sides of the ballroom. A series of round tables topped with massive floral centerpieces occupied the side of the room closest to the foyer where he had entered. A long bar ran down the left side of the room. The wall opposite the bar was composed of large windows. The curtains were pulled back revealing the black sky filled with thousands and thousands of twinkling stars. Below the windows was a row of glass doors that led out to a large balcony. In the back of the room adjacent to the dance floor there was an orchestra. The orchestra played a quick upbeat tune as several couples swirled and spun their way around the dance floor.
"Wow," said Shunsui as he held on to Nanao with his right arm and looked out into ballroom. "Looks like Old Man Yama went all out this year."
"It definitely looks more elaborately decorated than it has been in the past," said Nanao as she pushed her glasses higher up in the bridge of her nose.
"Nanao-chan, have I told you yet how beautiful you look tonight?" asked Shunsui turning to look at his wife. It was odd for Jushiro to see Nanao wearing anything but her shinigami uniform. Tonight she was wearing a tight form fitting red satin dress that had a scalloped neck line and a slit in the skirt that ended only inches below her hip.
"Only a dozen times," she replied. Jushiro saw her blush slightly. "You don't look so bad yourself," she said to Shunsui as she tugged on the lapel of his white suit jacket.
"So sassy, Nanao-chan. I might have to take advantage of you," said Shunsui. "After all, I'd like to have another son by next winter." Shunsui was suddenly smacked in the head by a fan that Nanao hadn't been holding a moment before. "Owww!"
"That's what you get."
"Why so mean Nanao-chan?"
"Humph. There'll be no more babies any time soon unless you plan on carrying them for nine months yourself!"
"Aw, Nanao-chan, you know men can't have babies. And besides—we both know that you can't keep your hands off of me." Nanao's eyebrows furrowed in anger and she glared at Shunsui. A moment later, however, her face relaxed as she sighed in defeat.
Jushiro scanned the crowd on the dance floor and the crowd near the door but came up empty handed. He nervously began tugging on the sleeve of his navy blue suit jacket.
"Don't fret Jushiro, she'll be her sooner or later," said Shunsui. "How about a drink?" Jushiro and Nanao nodded and then the three of them headed over to the bar.
Jushiro slowly sipped on a glass of sake next to the bar. Within a few minutes, they were joined by Nemu, Renji, and Toshiro.
Jushiro couldn't stop his eyes from darting over towards the door every few minutes. The room began to fill more and more until Jushiro could no longer see the door from where he was standing. About ten minutes later, there was an opening in the crowd. Jushiro's breath caught in his throat.
Miya had finally arrived. She was wearing a form fitting emerald green silk gown that belled out at the waist and trailed two feet behind her as she walked. Through the slit in the front of the dress that ended halfway up her thighs, he could see a pair of delicate golden colored shoes. The front of the dress came down into a low V in the middle of her chest. Her coal black hair was styled elegantly on her head. From where he stood, Jushiro could see the sparkle of several clips that held it in place. Hanging from her ears was a pair of small sparkling chandelier earrings.
She looked like a dream.
When she reached the dance floor she stopped walking. She began fidgeting nervously and unconsciously pulled the top of her dress up, trying to get it to cover more of her front. He saw her nervously scan the room. When her eyes finally found him standing near the bar, she stopped.
Their eyes locked in an intense gaze for a moment before her full red lips pulled up into a delicate smile.
Jushiro's heart skipped a beat.
He returned her smile with one of his own.
The next second, Miya was joined by Matsumoto, Rukia, and Ichigo. The group of four slowly made their way to the bar. She stopped walking and stood a few feet from him.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," was all he could manage to reply in return. "Um, you look beautiful." He said after he came out of his temporary stupor.
"Thank you," she said. She looked back up and their eyes met again. "Matsumoto picked out the dress."
"Didn't I do a great job!" exclaimed the blonde as she gave Miya a big hug.
"Yes, I dare say you did," he said. He saw a slight blush cross Miya's cheeks.
"Miss Tanaka!" Jushiro heard Shunsui exclaim. "We're so gland that you could join us tonight. You look lovely. Wait—I have someone I want to introduce you to—" Shunsui walked over a few feet over and retrieved Nanao from where she had been talking to Nemu and Toshiro. "Nanao-chan, this is Miss Miya Tanaka and Miss Tanaka, this breathtakingly beautiful woman is my wife."
"It's nice to finally meet you Miya," said Nanao.
"It's nice to meet you too. I've heard a lot about you."
"Oh?" said Nanao in a suspicious voice as she turned to glare at Shunsui.
"Don't worry Nanao-chan, I only said good things about you." Miya laughed.
"Yes, I assure you, only good things. By the way—congratulations on your new baby."
"Thank you," replied Nanao.
"Hey Nanao—is it okay for you to be out and about so soon?" asked Matsumoto. "I mean, you only gave birth a few days ago."
"Please," said Nanao with a dismissive wave of her hand, "after the first three times, giving birth is about as strenuous as doing paperwork." Shunsui smiled and in the background, the music changed.
"Dear, sweet, lovely Nanao-chan, would you do me the honor of a dance?"
"Maybe later," replied Nanao curtly.
"But darling, I want to dance now," he said with a pout, "You know how much I love dancing with you." Nanao rolled her eyes in defeat.
"Oh, alright." Shunsui held out his arm and Nanao took it and they began to make their way to the dance floor. As soon as they stepped on the dance floor, the other couples began to move towards the periphery of the dance floor.
"Is there a reason why everyone's getting out of the way?" asked Miya as she turned to look at Jushiro.
"Shunsui and Nanao are very…spirited dancers," he replied.
"Just watch," said Matsumoto with a wink. Miya turned and looked back out at the couple.
Shunsui shrugged out of his white coat and threw it to the side of the floor. He undid the top button on his red shirt and loosened his black tie. Nanao removed her glasses and tossed them back towards the bar where Nemu caught them.
They started dancing.
Fifteen seconds later, Jushiro saw Miya's jaw drop open. He followed Miya's line of slight and to see Shunsui and Nanao twirling effortlessly around the dance floor. Shunsui then stopped abruptly, pulled Nanao flush against him, and then leaned her back in low dip bringing his forehead just inches away from her chest while his right hand traveled up every inch of her leg to rest on her upper thigh. He let go of her and swung her out with one hand before pulling her back into him. He hiked her right leg up around his waist and began to walk backwards in a low crouch pulling her across the floor, her left leg dragging behind her.
"You weren't joking when you said they were spirited dancers," Miya choked out after a moment. Jushiro laughed.
"They're both quite fond of the tango," he replied with a smile.
"Aren't they great?" asked Matsumoto excitedly.
"Very. They're the best dancers I've ever seen."
"With moves like that, I'm not surprised that they've had five kids already," said Matsumoto as she continued to stare at the couple out on the floor.
When the song ended and the next one began, Ichigo and Rukia made their way to the dance floor. They were shortly followed by Matsumoto and Renji.
Jushiro and Miya were left standing alone together.
"So, Miss Miya," said Jushiro as he turned to face her, "Would you also like to dan—"
"Hey Miya!" At hearing her name being called, Miya turned around and saw Toshiro approaching. "Let's dance." Before she even had time to respond, Toshiro took her hand in his and started towing her behind him as he made his way to the dance floor.
Jushiro could have killed him.
Although Jushiro knew it was innocent enough, he couldn't help but want to rip the young white haired captain's arm off. Toshiro ended up dancing three whole songs with Miya before handing her off to Renji for a fourth.
Jushiro sighed and hung his head.
"Uki-Uki, why so sad?" Jushiro looked up to see Yachiru standing in front of him with an uncharacteristic frown on her face. Her long pink hair that matched the color of her knee length dress was pulled up in a pony tail and she had her hands placed on her hips.
"Oh, nothing Yachiru, I'm fine," he replied. Yachiru raised an eyebrow at him.
"You don't look fine," she replied.
"No, I really am," he said. A moment later his eyes involuntarily turned to look at Miya who was still dancing with Renji. Yachiru followed his gaze.
"Oh I see," said Yachiru, "You're sad because Miya's dancing with someone who isn't you. But that's okay!" she said as a large smile appeared on her face, "We can fix that! It's time to turn that frown upside down!"
"Wait—no—I—"
But it was too late to protest. Yachiru quickly grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him towards the dance floor.
When they arrived at the side of the dance floor, Jushiro saw Renji lead Miya off the floor on the opposite side. He bowed thanking her for the dance and then took off towards the bar again.
Yachiru shunpoed to stand behind Jushiro.
"Go get her Uki-Uki!" she said right before she shoved him onto the dance floor. He stumbled onto the floor a few feet and was nearly trampled by Zaraki and Soi Fon as they danced by.
He straightened up and looked back at Yachiru. She gave him a big smile and a wink before she disappeared back into the crowd.
He turned back around to face the direction he had just seen Miya standing in.
Their eyes met at the same time.
He saw the corner of her mouth twitched as she tried to suppress a smile. He took a deep steadying breath and determinedly began to walk towards her.
He was over halfway there when he suddenly saw something that made his eyes widen and forced him to take a sudden ninety degree turn back into the crowd away from the dance floor.
Miya had watched as Jushiro slowly made his way towards her until her line of sight was cut off. Her eyes trailed up the strong sharp lines of a black suit coat and over a stiff white dress shirt collar until they came to rest on Byakuya Kuchiki's face.
"Captain Kuchiki," said Miya in surprise.
"Miss Tanaka," he replied while meeting her warm dark brown eyes with his cool grey ones. "May I have the honor of the next dance?"
"You may." The words were out of her mouth before she had even had an opportunity to think. Byakuya gave her a small bow before turning to head onto the dance floor. Recovering from her shock, Miya scanned the crowd in the spot where she had last seen Jushiro but he was now nowhere to be found.
She sighed and then followed Byakuya onto the dance floor.
He stopped directly under the large chandelier in the middle of the dance floor and turned to face her. She stopped walking and stood several feet in front of him. The music suddenly changed.
"I'm afraid I don't know this dance," she said as she nervously rubbed her left forearm.
"That's okay," replied Byakuya in a gentle voice, "I do." He offered his left hand out to her. "Just follow my lead." She gave him a skeptical look before hesitantly reaching out to take his hand.
A shiver shot down her spine at the contact and she saw a small smile cross his lips as he stepped to close the distance between them. He stopped merely inches away from her and lifted her right hand up in the air. Her left hand automatically went to rest halfway up his right arm. His left hand went to hold her waist.
His long white fingers extended past the edge of her green dress reaching the skin on the small of her back. It felt as if her skin was being burned at five distinct points.
Byakuya looked her in the eyes once more before he started gliding them across the dance floor. After a couple of unsteady first steps, Miya caught onto the rhythm of the dance and was easily able to follow him.
"For not knowing this dance, you caught on pretty quickly," he said as he released his grip on her waist and spun her out. The skirt of her dress fluttered around her.
"Following isn't so hard," she said. He pulled her back in and she crashed against his chest. He brought his hand to rest on her waist once again and secured her to him. She could feel the fire of his hand burning into her lower back again. "How did you get so good at dancing?" she asked him in an attempt to distract herself form the feel of his hand on her bare skin.
"The only way anyone ever gets good at anything," he replied with a small smile, "By practicing."
The rest of the dance passed in a blur as Miya couldn't focus on anything besides the touch of Byakuya's hands on the bare skin of her arms and legs and the feel of his body pressed up close to hers.
When the end of the song was near, Byakuya cradled her back with one hand and slowly dipped her backwards in a smooth fluid movement. She leaned her head back and felt his free hand glide from her knee, to her thigh, to finally rest on her waist.
When the music finally ended, he didn't immediately let go of her. Miya brought her head back up.
Their eyes locked in an intense gaze.
Her chest heaved slightly and she could tell that he was a little out of breath as well. They stayed that way for a few moments not moving or saying a word. After a little while, his eyes searched her face for a moment before he ever so gently pulled her back up.
It was only when she was standing up again that she noticed that the room had become completely silent. She glanced around the room to see a hundred pairs of eyes staring at them from the periphery of the dance floor. Byakuya also seemed not to have noticed until then. He glanced around the silent crowd. Her senses finally snapped back to her and she heard Byakuya clear her throat.
"Thank you for the dance, Miss Tanaka," he said with a small bow. She bowed in return and they both turned and left the dance floor in opposite directions.
That was odd, she thought as she made her way off the dance floor.
"That was amazing!" Miya looked to her right and saw Matsumoto approaching. "Really, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen!"
"What was?" asked Miya confused.
"Your dance with Byakuya."
"What?—no it wasn't."
"Uh, yeah it was. You two put Shunsui and Nanao to shame. Who knew Byakuya Kuchiki was such a good dancer? I guess we should have assumed as much, I mean, with the way he seeks perfection in every other aspect of his life, we should've known that dancing wouldn't be an exception."
"Wait—you've never seen him dance before?" asked Miya in disbelief.
"No one has," replied Matsumoto. "In the past hundred plus years that the Head Captain has been having this gala, he's never danced once. He usually sits of to the side somewhere and frowns while everyone else twirls around."
Miya was about to open her mouth and say something but was cut off from doing so when she heard a familiar voice.
"Having fun?" The next moment, Miya turned to see Kazuma standing next to her.
"Kazuma? How'd you get in here?" she asked.
"The same way you did—through the door," he replied in a bitterly sarcastic tone.
"No, I mean—I thought the gala was only for shinigami."
"Well, if that's the case, how did you manage to get in?" he asked in a gruff voice. From where she was standing, she could smell the strong sour scent of alcohol on his breath.
"Miya helps out in the Court Guard Squads so she's automatically invited to all of the Gotei Thirteen events," said Matsumoto, suddenly serious. Kazuma turned to glare at her with bloodshot ice blue eyes before turning back to face Miya.
"Whatever," he replied. "It doesn't really matter how we got in. But, since we're both here—Miya can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Of course," she replied. Matsumoto stepped closer to her.
"Alone?" he insisted in an annoyed tone before turning to head towards one of the balcony doors. He staggered a few times before finally reaching the door and going out onto the deserted balcony. Miya hesitated a moment before starting to follow him.
"Miya—are you sure that's such a good idea? He seemed a little—on edge." Miya turned back around and gave her friend an assuring smile.
"Yeah, everything's fine," she replied.
"Okay then," replied Matsumoto with uneasy look on her face. "I'll be right here. Call if you need anything."
"Really Matsumoto, everything's fine," she lied with another fake plastered smile.
Everything was not fine.
As soon as she exited the warm ballroom and was standing on the deserted balcony, she could feel the toxic spikes of reitsau that emanated from Kazuma. To anyone else, his reitsau pattern would have appeared normal, nothing unusual about it. But she knew better. Having known him for over half her life, his reitsau pattern was as familiar to her as her own. Although she didn't know what exactly was causing this toxic reitsau pattern, she knew that it was a bad sign.
"Kazuma, is everything okay?" she asked as she went to stand next to him.
"Everything's fine. Just peachy," he replied bitterly.
"Kazuma, I know you better than that. Everything's not fine. What's bothering you?" She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder that he roughly shrugged off.
"You never answered my question," he said in a low voice. If she hadn't known him better, she would have missed the underlying anger in it.
"What question?" she asked confused.
"Were you having fun?"
"What?"
"You heard me. I saw you in there with that captain. It looks like you were having a lot of fun." She wracked her brain.
"Captain Kuchiki?"
"Yeah that's the one."
"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I like dancing and we were just dancing."
"You two were definitely not 'just dancing.' It seriously looked like he was going to have his way with you right there on the dance floor and you looked like you really wanted it."
"Kazuma, that's totally out of line!" she replied. Her concern for him had suddenly vanished and was replaced by anger.
"'Out of line?'" he asked in a bitterly sarcastic voice. "What's out of line is you throwing yourself at every captain in that room. It's disgusting!" he yelled.
"Shut up Kazuma! You're drunk and being a total ass," she replied angrily. "I don't know how you came to that ridiculous conclusion, but that's not what's going on at all!"
"Don't even try to deny it Miya," he growled through his teeth as he took a wobbly step towards her. "I was so stupid for coming here to the Soul Society just for you. You don't appreciate anything I've done for you—anything I'm doing for you. You're not the girl I knew back in Rukongai who hated shinigami and all they stood for. Oh no, you sure have changed a lot—first you agree to stay here in the Seireitei with all these self-righteous bastards and then you start throwing yourself at them like a little slut. You're lucky your mother's dead—if she were here it would kill her to see how you've let yourself become the Seireitei's little bitch!"
That did it.
Miya brought her right hand up and slapped him hard across the left cheek. She had done it so suddenly, Kazuma had merely stood there with his face tilted to the right until he was able to process what had just happened. Taking advantage of his shock, Miya turned around and began to quickly walk back towards the ballroom doors.
She suddenly felt the iron-tight grip of Kazuma's hand on her wrist. He pulled her back and dragged her to him. She once again could smell the heavy scent of alcohol on his breath.
"Let go! That hurts!" she growled through her teeth.
"No, I'm not done talking to you yet!" he replied, his eyes wild and dangerous.
"Oh yes you are." A hand suddenly appeared on Kazuma's wrist. Miya followed the arm up and saw Byakuya glaring at Kazuma with a thousand times the force she had ever seen him glare with. "Let go of Miss Tanaka."
"Oh, Captain Kuchiki," he said with a mock reverence, "Have you come to join the party? Don't you know it's rude to meddle in other people's affairs?" Byakuya's jaw tightened.
"I'm not going to say it again. Let go of Miss Tanaka's arm or I'll just rip it right off your body." The sudden spike of violent reitsau that radiated from Byakuya indicated that he was in no way joking. Kazuma dropped Miya's hand and held both his hands up in a gesture declaring innocence.
"Geeze, alright already. No need to get your panties in a bundle." Miya brought her wrist up and began rubbing it where he had held it in a death grip. "Miya, babe, tell your guardian to back off already will you?"
"Because you're a friend of Miss Tanaka, I won't take any physical action against you. Instead, I'm just going to kick you out of here. This is after all, a Gotei Thirteen event and academy students are strictly not allowed to attend. Don't think that I won't be reporting this to your superiors at the academy." Kazuma rolled his bloodshot eyes. "Leave. Now."
"Fine," he snapped. "But we're not done talking yet Miya."
"Come on," said Byakuya grabbing him roughly by the collar and dragging him towards the door.
"Whoa," said Kazuma in a surprised voice, "You weren't kidding when you said you were going to kick me out. Are you seriously going to drag me to the door yourself? Oww—what are you trying to do, choke me?!?" Byakuya ignored Kazuma's drunken protests and swung open the balcony door and pushed him through. Byakuya paused for a moment with one hand on the door and turned back to face her.
"Please wait here. I'm going to make sure he leaves but I'll be right back." Miya watched through the glass doors as Byakuya and Kazuma disappeared into the crowded ballroom.
After a few moments she realized that her breath was coming short and her jaw had started to tremble slightly. She shook her head trying to get it to stop, but it was no use. She could feel a slow stead pressure begin to build behind her eyes. She looked up and through the glass balcony doors she could see shinigami smiling and laughing and several who were staring at her and whispering conspiratorially to one another.
She couldn't take it any longer.
She quickly made it to the door and once she was inside the ballroom she started running through the crowd towards the exit. As she ran, the pressure behind her eyes continued to increase.
"Miss Miya!" she heard Jushiro call out. She turned her head in the direction she had heard his voice come from. She saw him standing next to a large black flower vase on the side of the room with Shunsui and Nanao. His mouth hung open slightly and he had a concerned look on his face.
She didn't stop running.
She headed straight for the ballroom door nearly knocking several shinigami over on her course. Once she was out of the ballroom, she ran down the large flight of stairs and through a long golden colored hallway that led to the outside door.
She yanked open the front door ran down the dimly lit path that led away from the Head Captain's house she kept running until she couldn't run anymore. The pressure behind her eyes finally broke and several hot stinging tears fell from her eyes. The path they left as they traveled down her cheeks burned her face and she quickly brought her hands up to wipe them away. She threw her head back in an effort to stop any further tears from coming out. Above her she could see several bright stars twinkling in the black night sky. She stood that way for several minutes until she was satisfied that no other tears would manage to squeak their way out. She took a deep steadying breath before she started walking. The wind picked up snapping the train of her green silk dress out behind her. She wrapped her arms around her torso for warmth and continued walking.
What in the world is wrong with Kazuma? She had seen him drunk many times but it had never made him aggressive or harsh. What had triggered him to do so now? Kazuma, although a little temperamental, had never been one to be so mean. And the things he had said—he'd never talked to her that way before. He knew that talking about her mother like that was a low blow—it was the only thing that would definitely hurt her.
Had he been right? Had she really changed so much?
Yes, I suppose I have. But is that a bad thing?
She was no longer the angry little girl that she use to be in Rukongai who would have done anything to survive. And now, she could no longer say that she hated shinigami. Before moving to the Seireitei, she had been so naive. She had wanted to blame shinigami for everything that had gone bad in her life. But she knew better now.
Her father hadn't left her mother because he was a shinigami—he had left her because he was a bad person. Her mother's heart had been broken over and over again not just by shinigami—but by regular men too. In the end, it had been bad people who had caused the bad in her life. It was unfair for her to blame a whole group of people for the trespasses of a few.
And, in the end, she knew that dwelling on the past wouldn't change it or make it better. No, the only thing it would do is make it that much harder for her to move on. That's the one thing she realized her mother had never been able to. She had held onto the past and in the end it had swallowed her up.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here." Miya's head snapped up to see a tall lanky shinigami whom she had never seen before. He was closely followed by three others. The look he gave her made her she stop dead in her tracks. She looked around quickly and realized that she had no idea where she was. Neither the area nor the shinigami before her seemed familiar. She had been so sidetracked she had somehow managed to wander away from the normal Seireitei paths. "Just what might a pretty little thing like you be doing out here so late?" he asked with a leer.
"That's none of your business," she replied in a hard voice. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be." She began to walk around them when one of the other shinigami shunpoed right in front of her. She stopped again.
"Now, now, where are you going in such a hurry?" asked the brown haired shinigami who had stepped in front of her. "We just want to talk to you."
"I don't know any of you so there's nothing you could possibly have to say to me. Excuse me." She walked around the brown haired shinigami but only made it a few feet behind him before she felt a hot hand on her shoulder. She violently shrugged it off and spun around.
"Whoa, easy," said a third shinigami. "We're not going to hurt you."
"Speak for yourself," she heard the lanky shinigami say. For the first time in a long time, Miya suddenly felt afraid.
Several of the shinigami began to walk closer to her and she took a staggering step back and reached for her zanpakuto.
But it wasn't there.
Miya looked down at her hip in the position her zanpakuto should have been but instead only saw the shiny green silk fabric of her dress. She hadn't worn her zanpakuto to the gala and now she was really wishing she had. She staggered back a few more feet before turning to run. She ran into a hard object.
"Not so fast," said the lanky shinigami. Miya tried to get away from him but he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her hard against his body. She struggled against his vise-like grip but it was no use. He grabbed her jaw and roughly brought her head up so he could look at her face. "Oh, pretty. Pretty." He said. "Don't you think guys?" he asked as he spun her roughly around.
"Oh, I do think so," said the brown haired shinigami as he took a step closer to her.
"Come on guys, this isn't funny," said a blonde haired shinigami who hadn't spoken before. "Let her go. Someone will be by here soon enough and if they see you you'll be in trouble for sure."
"Thing is, no one's going to come by anytime soon. They're all at that stupid party at the First Division tonight. We're all alone out here," said the lanky shinigami that held her from behind.
"Besides," said the brown haired shinigami, "She's just so pretty." He reached up and ran his hand along the side of her face before letting it trail down her neck. "But I bet she's even prettier with her clothes off."
Miya's eyes widened. There was too many of them, without her zanpakuto, she knew that she couldn't fight them all off. So, she did the only thing she could do. Hoping it would be enough, she used the one kido spell she knew.
She reached down and placed her hand on the leg of the shinigami that was holding her set his uniform on fire.
"Owww! You crazy bitch!" yelled the shinigami as he released her and began swatting at his burning pants leg. She kicked the brown haired shinigami standing in front of her in the stomach causing him to double over in pain. The blond haired shinigami ran over tried to help extinguish the fire.
She took off running.
"Oh no you don't!" yelled the third shinigami who suddenly appeared in front of her. He stopped her, grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, and threw her to the ground. She quickly scrambled to her feet and was about to start running again when she was suddenly tackled by the brown haired shinigami. She saw stars as her head hit the hard ground. She instantly became dizzy and her head began to throb. The shinigami roughly flipped her over onto her back. Through the pain and dizziness in her head, she lifted her hand up to set his arm on fire but was stopped before she could do so.
I rectangular yellow bar suddenly appeared around her hands and try as she may, she couldn't form the kido spell. Her vision began to blur. A few seconds later she saw the lanky shinigami standing over her.
"Stupid bitch," he said as he pushed the brown haired shinigami who was pinning her down with his body out of the way. "This was my favorite pair of pants. You're going to pay for ruining it." She felt the green skirt of her dress slowly being pulled up her legs.
Her head lolled to the side and her eye lids felt as if they had lead weights attached to them as they slowly fell. The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was a flash of white.
Somewhere out in the darkness, she heard someone call her name.
A/N: Sorry it was so long, but I hope you liked this chapter! You can see why I chose to split it up into two.
Just for fun, I placed a link for the Bleach Sealed Sword Frenzy ending in my profile. It has Jushiro, Byakuya, Shunsui, and some other Bleach guys wearing dress suits. Lots of the other Bleach characters are shown wearing regular clothes as well. It's worth checking out if you haven't seen it yet.
I've already started working on the next chapter. I don't know when it will be ready, but hopefully I'll be able to finish it soon. Until next time!
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