Standing out in front of the barracks Ichigo scowled, resetting the strap of her duffel bag on her shoulder. The blush that stained her cheeks felt permanent. Walking into a room full of half-naked men was just too much for a girl but here she wasn't a girl, if anyone ever found out she was dead meat. Walking to the end of the room she tossed her duffel bag onto the last unclaimed bed at the back of the hall, toeing open her foot locker. Thankful for the white tank top she was wearing she pulled on the dark green t-shirt and glared at the cargo pants. 'I'm going to have to wait till the place is empty to change my pants, I should not have shaved my legs,' she thought biting her lip in annoyance and cursing her girly habits. Though her legs were slim she could pass off as a scrawny guy if she hadn't of shaved. Ichigo scanned the crowd, noting only one other guy that looked as pathetic as her. He was short and skinny with huge droopy grey eyes that looked scared, not only that he slouched in on himself attempting to look smaller than he was. He noticed her staring and waved, Ichigo quickly away not wanting to be pinned as his friend. She already looked weak enough as it was the only thing impressive about her was her height of 5'9". Grabbing her duffel bag, Ichigo squashed it into the foot locker, managing the almost impossible feat of shoving the bag and it's contents into the foot locker. 'I can do this Shiro, I'm not gonna fail,' she thought smirking to herself. When there were only two men left in the room Ichigo risked looking at them, the first was a really tall lanky raven, one of his eyes covered with a bandana the other was just as lank but not nearly as tall with blonde hair. Both men had piano tooth smiles. The blonde smiled. Ichigo waved halfheartedly and watched as the pair approached.

"Hey, I'm Shinji and this creepy bastard behind me is Nnoitra, pleasure to meet you," he said, shaking her hand. Ichigo wanted to wince, his grip was that strong but she bit the inside of her cheek holding it back.

"Shiro," she grunted, the manic grin on her face a mirror image of Shiro's. If she was going to be using Shiro's name she might as well pull out all the stops.

"We'll see you later in orientation, we have to go do other shit," Shinji said slightly panicked by her smile. Ichigo quickly pulled off her jeans, thinking she was finally alone. The hand on her shoulder proved her wrong.

"I didn't think there would be a lady in the men's barracks," the man whispered moving his hand to the back go her neck. Ichigo hissed at him, bashing an elbow into his ribs before hooking a foot around his ankle knocking him on his ass. Growing up with Shiro had its uses.

"Yeah well I ain't a girl," she growled, pulling her cargo pants on as quickly as was humanly possible, walking away from the man. He moved to grab at her but Ichigo just slammed a foot into his face leaving him to groan in pain alone. When the door slammed shut behind her Ichigo took off running, thinking if she ran fast enough she could leave all her problems behind.