DISCLAIMER! : I do not own BLEACH. Tite Kubo- san does. Any commentary I use does not belong to me. Only the insane friends, Hoshi Zaraki and Hikari Nairel. 3
In about an hour, I woke up. Unohana came in and told me that I was most likely going to be back in work tomorrow. She gave me my meds and left to check on another patient. Then, the unexpected happened. Ichimaru walked in behind Unohana. He walked over to me and asked. "How are you? Oh, by the way, one of your friends called on your cell. Ayumu I believe. She asked if you were feeling well. I told her you had pneumonia and that you would be back in work soon." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "Hmm. To answer your question, I'm feeling well," I said. "Thank you for speaking to Ayumu."
"No problem." He said. He spoke to me for a minute, and left. Unohana gave me another dose of my medicine, and left again. I sat up in my bed, picked up my Zanpakuto, Tsurekomu No Sono Keiji, and stoked the blade. My Zanpakuto is short, about forty-one inches long, not including the handle, which is about six inches long. I sheathed it again and put in back on the floor. I got up and looked at myself. My eyes had dark circles under them, and my hair was knotted and crumpled. I ran my fingers through my hair to get some of the knots out, and got back in bed. Later that day, Yachiru and my father visited for a while. After they left, I went back to sleep.
I dreamed back to when we were having the sleepover. We were laughing and eating popcorn. All the sudden, it all went black. I woke up and I was coughing quite hard. Unohana came in and helped me get the cough under control. The next day, I got to go back to work. Before left the clinic, I slipped on my shinigami uniform, tied my patch on my arm, and put my Zanpakuto in the loop on my sash and walked out. I rushed to third squad barracks. I had a small stack of forms to do. I filled them out and gave them to their proper captains. After that, Ichimaru told me that we had a mission to do. He took me to the gate in between the Rukongai district and the Seiretei. The gate keeper was holding up the gate door in front of a few ryoka kids. The gate keeper started stuttering when Gin and I walked up.
One of the ryoka, an orange head, said "Ok, who the hell are they?" as we walked up.
"Captain of squad three, Gin Ichimaru and his new lieutenant, Hoshi Zaraki." A talking cat said that.
"Ahh, not good." Ichimaru muttered. I was nervous for this was my first mission as lieutenant.
Gin sliced the Gate keepers arm, and the gate keeper nearly dropped the door. It landed on his shoulders, and he fell to his knees. "Jidanbo, no!" the orangey yelled. The gate keeper stuttered in pain as he said, "I defended the gate and lost. Once I lost, I had to open the gate. There was nothing else I could do."
Gin chuckled. "What your saying makes no sense. A gate keeper who loses isn't supposed to open the gate. For a gate keeper who loses, it means death." I gasped. What? Death? I thought. I unsheathed my Zanpakuto. Gin put his hand out, signaling that it was okay. The ryoka boy came up and crossed blades with Gin. I began to run to him but he signaled me back again. "Oi! Ichigo!" The cat yelled. He pointed his blade towards Gin. "You wanna tell me just what the hell you think your doing?" he said. "Yes Ichigo what are you doing?" the cat asked. "Whats the big idea of you showing up now and trying to butt in, you stupid freakin' ass clown?" he asked. I gritted my teeth. "Anyone who is pathetic enough to show up to attack an unarmed man deserves to be killed." He said.
"Your sure a funny kid," Gin said. "And your not scared of me?"
"Hell no." This 'Ichigo' kid said.
"Careful boy! You must stop! It is best if we retreat for now!" The cat said.
"Ichimaru-san! Do you wish for me to call for back up?" I whisper-screamed. "No," he answered. "I can handle this. And if I can't, I have you."
"Huh? Why? I was just getting started here! There is no way I'm going to submit to this guy! Look, I'll be fine! So just let me finish this guy off!" Ichigo yelled at the cat in response.
"You must be Ichigo Kurosaki," Gin said. "You know about me? But how could you?" Ichigo asked.
"Just as I thought. How very predictable," Gin began to walk in my direction. "Hey! Where are you going? Hey! Wait!" Ichigo yelled. "All the more reason I can't let you pass." Gin said. He stopped about four feet in front of me. He pulled out his Zanpakuto, and pointed it to his side.
"So then why are you standing so far back? Unless you're planning on throwing that dagger." Ichigo said.
"It's not a dagger," Gin said, obviously ticked off. "This just happens to be my Zanpakuto." An amazing amount of riatsu flew from him as he got in position to release his Zanpakuto. I shuddered as he yelled, "Impale him. Shinso!" His Zanpakuto flew towards the kid, and hit his overly dramatic sword sending him flying into the gate keeper, making him drop the gate.
"Ichigo!" Two of the other ryoka yelled. "No! The gate!" The cat yelled. Gin walked up to the gate, leaned to his right, put his fist on his side and waved. "Bye bye now." He said happily. He walked back towards me. "Thank you for coming with me," he said. "You're welcome." I responded, still awed. "By the way, Zaraki-chan, I would like to see your zanpakuto's powers."
"Of course." I said, surprised he'd want to see my Zanpakuto. He led me to the barracks fighting grounds, and told me to release its powers. "Freezing doom, Tsurekomu No Sono Keiji!" I screamed. My sword be came two swords in both hands, with black shadow emanating from the tips of the swords. "Show me more." He said, opening his eyes slightly. "Sure." I responded, exited. I swung my Zanpakuto, and black streaks flew towards the trees and the trees were sliced in half. I explained my Zanpakuto and its powers to him, and how I had nearly achieved bankai. "Very interesting. Could you show me more tomorrow? I am tired." He said, stretching. I walked with him back to the main barracks, and we went our separate ways. I got dressed in a simple white night kimono, braided my short hair, and slipped into bed.
