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Tatsuki, Kenpachi, Yachiru, Yumichika and Ikkaku
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She wasn't really sure how it had happened, but somewhere along the way someone had decided that she was definitely Eleventh Division material. She was pretty sure that she should have been offended by that, but as it stood, right now she was too bemused for righteous indignation.
She was being welcomed in by a man that she was not one hundred percent sure was sane. He appeared to be… glittering. Perhaps that was normal in the Gotei, but it sure as hell was not where she came from.
"Ah! You're Kurosaki's friend, I'm sure! Please, come in, come in!"
A heavy weight sprawled on her back and she stumbled, distracting her from the sparkles and the aura that she would soon learn was called- only behind the sparkle-man's back- as 'demonic gay charm'.
"Kid ain't strong. The hell was Ichigo thinking?"
That voice was deep and a little bit angry, and had she not been more concerned by whatever animal it was on her back, that now appeared to be- ew- chewing on her ear, she might have been scared, but as it was she was just really, really annoyed. Hadn't she been beating Ichigo up since he was a kid, and he was just a snotty-nosed brat? And now she was being judged too weak?
"Fuck you, old man! I'm plenty strong!"
She felt a sudden intense weight of spiritual pressure bear down upon her, and she struggled to stand. After what felt like an intensely long period of time she fell to her knees, refusing to let her head bow, still glaring at them all.
A small girl leapt off her back, to her mute surprise, and jumped through the thick pressure as if it wasn't there, landing on the shoulder of the immense Captain in front of her.
"She tastes good!"
And as if that was an adequate reasoning, the pressure stopped instantly, the fruity-looking guy still tittering his amusement in the background.
"She didn't throw up, Captain! Didn't even end up face-flat in the dirt!"
The Captain grunted, and a bald man appeared from behind him, scowling, a bottle in one hand and a plethora of scars and bandages on his bared torso.
Tatsuki was left with dusty knees and a wet neck, blinking. The newcomer offered a hand to pull her to her feet, and offered her some sake, which she drank. She managed to do it without wincing because they were all still watching her, and as if that was the final part of some strange initiation that she hadn't known that she was taking, he slung an arm around her shoulders.
"Welcome t'the Eleventh. You drink?"
She nodded, figuring that to survive this place, she might well just have to start.