Tite Kubo © Bleach

Italics means that the characters are speaking in Japanese. Except for conversations between Arisu and her Zanpakuto.

Beyond The Beyond

Chapter 3

by GaleSynch

Hitsugaya was in front of me in a matter of minutes. Any sign of weariness had faded and when I sat up, I realized that I felt... energized. I wasn't as sore as earlier or as tired. Hikaru wasn't lying then, when he said that he could heal and energize those in the area.

"You activated your Zanpakuto?" Hitsugaya said.

I shrugged, telling him that I didn't know what he was saying.

"Light," muttered Hitsugaya to himself as he strode across the office and slapped the switch; light flooded the office and he made his way back to his seat, starting to work on the paperwork with renewed vigor. "She said light." He noticed me staring at him and he waved me away. "You're dismissed."

The last two words I understand particularly well because it had been repeated countless times in front of me before. I saluted him. "G'night."

He shot me a brief look before turning his attention back to his paperwork.

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I saw little of Hitsugaya the next day. Rather, it was Rangiku who took me on a grand tour of Soul Society. She was pointing the division buildings out to me when a Hell Butterfly appeared. I didn't understand what it was talking about but Rangiku gasped as if she'd seen particularly horrifying.

"What's wrong?" I asked, frowning.

"Come on," she said. "I've got to go to the Josei Shinigami Kyōkai meeting! I'm already thirteen minutes late! No wonder Unohana-taicho sent a Hell Butterfly for me!" She shot off, leaving me staring after her.

I guess this is my cue to go back to the 10th division and wander around the office. I didn't feel comfortable going to any part of Soul Society without Rangiku so I pivoted on my heel and started my way back to the 10th division building. I was standing in front of the 11th division building—a dangerous thing to do.

Stop jinxing yourself, hissed Hikaru.

It was rare that he ever did it but occasionally, Hikaru would pop up and say hi. I had yet to hear a word from Arisa's Zanpakuto and Hikaru didn't make any progress about opening dimensions. I was praying and holding out hope that Arisa's Zanpakuto can do that.

After all, there had to be a reason why my soul latched onto hers and merged. She must have something in her! And that toddler Zanpakuto was my only hope even though he seemed pretty useless in my eyes. The second time I visited my inner-world, I saw him playing with his own drool and trying to tag Hikaru with it.

Hikaru was absolutely disgusted and had thrown him into the waters. He had not surfaced for the rest of my visit. I wondered if he'd drown, permanently. I didn't really care about him but if he truly held the answers to getting back, I would be very sorry indeed.

True to Hikaru's warning, something snagged my collar and hauled me back. I let out a strangled yell of shock as I was pulled backward, right into the 11th division.

I dug my heels into the ground. "Stop it," I said angrily, twisting around and wrenching myself out of the harsh grip. I was slightly insulted to see someone smaller than me pulling me around. She had pink hair and dark eyes, a pout was forming on her face at my angry rejection.

"But I need a partner!"

"I don't understand what you're saying," I responded stiffly, turning away to leave but she grabbed my hands.

"Please!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. I understood that. She needed help? This time, when she pulled me, I did not resist and allowed myself to be drag along. "Ken-chan!" she yelled. "I got a partner! Can I participate now?"

I gulped slightly when I saw the large man. There were scars across his face, an eye-patch and his hair had bells decorating it. His cheekbones were prominent and he lacked eyebrows. I knew who he was instantly.

"Hah? Who's that kid?" Accompanying his words were a sharp burst of spiritual pressure bearing down on us. The girl beside me didn't seem fazed.

"Scary," I mumbled, flexing my fingers and trying to get used to the spiritual pressure. Hitsugaya had a powerful spiritual pressure but he had never ever used it to intimidate me or anyone.

"It's the kid that Hitsugaya-taicho took in, I heard," said a short-haired Soul Reaper. From how he tossed his head back, smirking a self-satisfied smirk, I knew who he was at first glance. "I'm Ayasegawa Yumichika."

"Let's start the battle royal!" cried Kusajishi Yachiru.

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It took me five minutes to figure out what was going on. The little brat had led me into a death trap. The first match was already over, quite brutally. One of the defeated pair had walked away with an arm twisted in a way I didn't think was possible.

This was bad.

How do I tell Yachiru that my Zanpakuto was a support-type? I could heal wounds but that would mean healing my opponents too. I had tested it out yesterday and apparently, I could heal anyone within range even if I didn't target them, which meant that my opponents would be getting a boost as well.

What's worse, we were going fourth. I considered running but I couldn't. They were surrounding the exits and I didn't want to shame the 10th division.

What would Hitsugaya and Rangiku say if they learned that I'd ran away with my tail between my legs? Besides, my pride wouldn't allow that.

I glanced at Yachiru, trying to keep an impassive face. She was practically vibrating in excitement. She looked younger than me so I couldn't possibly let her deal with two guys, right?

I was praying for some divine intervention but no such luck. In about ten minutes, Yachiru and I were called forward to fight. The referee shouted something, probably 'start!' and I realized my palms were sweaty.

What the heck am I doing here?

I'm not going to help Rangiku for the whole week! This is all her fault! How could she leave me there?!

Yachiru glanced at me, grinning. "'S okay if you're not good at fighting, I'll fight, I just need a partner to fulfill the headcount!" She sounded like she was trying to comfort me.

I glanced down at my chains. I didn't bother calling for Hikaru, knowing that he was useless in this situation. I shifted my stance. If this fight was just taking place in the dojo and the other members were watching, that means that there is a very limited field.

The moment the man drew his sword, I knew the fight had started.

I'm not going to be a laughing stock, not going to be a canon fodder.

I lunged, applying Hoho and even though I overstepped, I was close enough to land a hit. I mentally commanded Hikaru to elongate the chains and swung it, trapping the man's hands, preventing him from running and I punched him, the sickening crack that sounded told me I'd broken his nose.

Body singing with adrenalin, I grabbed the chain and swung, looping it around him and throwing him into his partner.

The referee started counting down. Yachiru jumped and landed on the duo, flashing me double thumbs-up. "Not bad!"

Flushed with my success, I unchained the two and retreated into the crowd.

I didn't know how long I spent there, fighting with Yachiru against the unseated Soul Reapers and the low-ranked ones. But they were cleared out rather quickly. I noticed that there were very few females. Yachiru and I being two of the six ladies there and I wasn't even a member of this division.

I batted the woman's hand away, seized her other arm and twisted it behind her back. The rules were simple after careful observation. The person on the ground longer than ten seconds is out and if one is out, his partner is out too.

Yachiru was probably stronger than me but she let me do most of the fighting, which irked me slightly. She was probably a seated officer, but not Lieutenant yet, I didn't see anyone who was a lieutenant here. I had only been training with Hitsugaya and Rangiku for about two weeks but my movements were no longer so jerky.

Hitsugaya showed me new fighting styles that I vaguely recognized as judo, kung-fu and a mixture of other fighting styles that flowed together without awkwardness. I hadn't master it yet and he might've been criticizing me or telling me I did good—for all I understood, he might as well be telling me to go to the market.

Of course, sparring against him or Rangiku meant certain defeat.

Don't even bring up where Zanjutsu is questioned. Hitsugaya lent me a wooden sword, something that was rare because everyone had their Zanpakuto—he had to go very far for it as the dojo didn't have any wooden mock-ups. I usually dropped the sword whenever it clashes against an opponent's blade.

My Flash Step was also slowly improving, no longer did I crash into walls but I tend to swerve extra hard, overbalance and overstep.

Kido lessons were tough; I was slow at pronouncing the Japanese version of incantation so I usually mess up or it came out very weak. But when I pronounce the English version of some Kido spells I know, it tend to stuck in my hand and I need a lot of concentration to throw it away. The damage was awesome though.

Hitsugaya might have been telling me how that was coming out of my pay.

To make things easier, I only spoke the name and the number of the spells. It was a watered-down version of what chanting the English incantation can do but as I got used to it, it was growing stronger.

"Arisu!" cried Yachiru, tugging hard on my arm. I glanced down at her. "Come on, it's our turn. We can fight Baldy and Peacock!"

Our opponents: Yumichika and Ikakku shouted something in response to what Yachiru was saying. I was reluctant to fight them because I knew I wouldn't be able to beat them.

I gripped my chains, nervous.

Hey, whispered Hikaru in my mind. I'll teach you something new. Up to it? Don't be scared, we're here for you.

For the first time, I heard the cheerful shout of the toddler Zanpakuto spirit.

Yumichika and Ikakku both drew their Zanpakuto. I reared back when I saw the Shikai form.

"Hey, you're upsetting my friend!"

"This a fucking fight!" roared Ikkaku. "If she's scared about this then send that little girl home!"

With a guttural battle cry, he charged, spear swinging. "O searing light, burn—Hikaru!" I heard shouts of alarm and agony. The light was blinding; I squeezed my eyes shut as well but even behind my eyelids, I could imagine my retina melting or something.

Once the light cleared, I forced my eyes open, taking in the situation. Yachiru (who was rubbing her eyes) and I exchanged uncertain glances when we saw how Ikkaku's and Yumichika's respective Zanpakuto had returned to normal katana form. We didn't hesitate, we charged.

Yumichika had enough sense to deflect my blows but he was disoriented. I assume the pain of such bright light piercing his retinas was setting him back. "Hado No. 31: Shakkaho!"

He went flying. I turned to see Yachiru jumping up and down on Ikkaku's defeated form. He was clutching his groin (where I assumed Yachiru had kicked him) and the other hand clawed at his face, trying to soothe the pain in his eyes.

My hair whipped my face. I winced. But when I glanced down, my heart nearly stopped. I felt a slightly shudder rip through my whole body. Slowly, mechanically, I turned to see Kenpachi Zaraki grinning down at me. I wondered if he would've taken my head off had Rangiku not stopped his blade.

I swallowed, scrambling away, terrified.

What a lunatic, growled Hikaru. Arisa's Zanpakuto sobbed in my head. He was probably scared shitless.

"Kenpachi-taicho," hissed Rangiku, her arm was struggling from the effort of stopping his blade. "if you would please excuse us, we have important matters to attend to."

"Heh? Why don't you stay longer and play?"

"No," Rangiku's voice was cold despite the forced grin. I saw sweat beading down her forehead. Almost bored, Kenpachi shoved his arm and Rangiku staggered back.

Hikaru shouted a warning and I raised my arm. "Hado No. 4: Byakurai!"

It didn't hit him but it deterred him from his intended target anyway. I choked, inhaling sharply, from the sudden burst of spiritual pressure. My knees buckled and I staggered but I did not fall. This was Kenpachi's insane reiatsu affecting me. I struggled to push my reiatsu forward, to fight his, but it didn't erase the terror and the feeling I was being stabbed.

"Kenpachi!"

The pressure disappeared; I was weak with relief, I fell into a crouch, noticing that only Rangiku and Zenpachi himself standing. And, of course, Hitsugaya. The permanent scowl on his face seemed to have etched deeper; he looked old despite how short he was.

"I thought you asked me for a spar instead of my subordinates."

Kenpachi shrugged. "You were late. Training Ground No. 15?"

"Fine. Matsumoto, get Arisu back to the office and finish up the rest of the paperwork. I'll deal with you later." Kenpachi and Hitsugaya flash-stepped away.

With a sigh of relief, I flopped back onto the ground—hearing the rest of the Shinigami doing the same or breaking into chatters. Yachiru sidled up to me, grinning. She didn't seem to have been affected by Kenpachi's spiritual pleasure but I guess it was because she was used to it. "Let's play again! You're Hitsu-taicho's subordinates, right? I'll go to the 10th division tomorrow. I've never seen anyone as young-looking as me so—be my friend, okay?"

She grinned widely and waved me away even as Rangiku started dragging me away, shoving the rowdy Shinigami. A few tried to talk to me, waving their arms wildly, grins on their faces, but Rangiku waved them away.

We were out of the crowd when she finally spoke. "Honestly, Arisu, why do you always get into trouble?"

I grinned sheepishly at her because she sounded endlessly exasperated.

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I blinked. Odd, I thought... I raised my hands to my eyes, rubbing the crust of sleep before rolling over, ready to get more sleep and—

I yelled in shock when I saw Yachiru's face inches from mine. "What was that for?" I cried.

Yachiru grinned. "Ran-chan was right when she said you don't speak our language! That's so cool! You can call the Captain Commander old git and he won't even know!"

I didn't know why she was here but once I managed to get her off me, I toileted and dressed; she insisted on helping me tie a ribbon and forcefully tried to tame my wavy lilac hair—and I was still trying to get used to that hair color and this new face—failed and pulled it into a messy bun.

Instead of leading me to the office, she led me out of the division building. "Let's race one another to Sokyoku Hill!" I understood only one word and I glanced up at the iconic rocky mesa. Rotating my shoulders, I raced after her, feeling the wind in my face.

I could barely keep her in sight and once I took another road, through the roofs, I only caught sight of her a few times.

The journey up was tough and I was winded by the time I reached. Yachiru joined me a second later. "Cheater!" she cried. "You took a shortcut, you used Shunpo! We should've taken the same road!"

"I win," I grinned.

Yachiru puffed her cheeks but eventually gave up the pretense of being angry after awhile. "It's nice up here, isn't it? I like the wind. But this place is to execute traitors and wrong-doers. It's a big mood-killer." She pouted. "And you don't even talk! How are we going to be friends?"

"Ne, Yachiru, do you want to train?"

Yachiru's brows furrowed as she tried to decipher what I was saying. "You want to race to another place?"

Words were not going to get us anywhere. Action it is. I bent my knees and sprung, using the Reishi to push me further up. Yachiru watched, mouth slightly parted as I tried to land a hit. She skidded away, dodging easily, grin on her lips. "Well, you're just like Ken-chan! Fighting to pass time?"

I raised my hand, gesturing for her to come and get it—so to speak.

Yachiru understood fighting well. She was smaller than me and she always tried to get closer to hit vital points. I couldn't understand what she was saying so I didn't respond verbally but I think she was trying to teach me where to hit, where it would injure an opponent the most.

We trained until the clouds parted and the sun glared down at us.

Yachiru's stomach growled loudly, disrupting the tranquility between us.

I snorted as she giggled. "Race ya down!" She dashed off. I followed at a much more sedate pace.

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When I reached the bottom, I was confronted with a horrifying fact: Yachiru didn't use Flash Step. I'd used Flash Step and yet, I'd lost. She had not used it and she'd won.

"How did you do it?" I cried, looking at her with newfound respect. She cocked her head to the side in confusion. "You—Shunpo—didn't use?"

Yachiru beamed. "No. You used it, right? That's cheating but—"

"Teach me!"

Following that statement, Yachiru appointed herself my teacher. She didn't teach me Japanese and didn't seem to care that there was a very thick language barrier between us. Every morning to late afternoon after that, she made us both race up and down the Sokyoku Hill—without Shunpo—so understandably, I was very weary and often lost.

She even made me wear weighted clothing and weights.

"In return, Kido lessons!" she said. She kept repeating the word 'Kido' until I understood that she wanted me to teach her Kido. Apparently, she wasn't too good at it since the 11th Division only cared about physical strength. I understood her want to be a master at everything.

I learned about Hikaru's handy feature: the ability to re-energize us. I used it to erase the fatigue one afternoon and we were able to train until midnight before collapsing.

We laughed about it afterwards.

I liked Yachiru. She was funny, nice, understanding and patient with me when I didn't exactly understood what she wanted to teach me.

I remembered a peculiar lesson where she brought a chart she 'borrowed' from the 4th Division. Every body part of the Shinigami was labeled but she kept making hitting motions when she pointed at a particular spot so I assumed she was teaching me where to land the most effective hits (that included someone's private parts and while that might've struck other Divisions as despicable, Yachiru reassured me that it was common practice in the 11th Division, or so I gathered).

Yachiru also had another way of teaching me to speak Japanese. She pointed at things and repeated them in Japanese, making me repeat them a dozen times until she was satisfied. I really want to see how she was going to teach me Japanese words such as 'feelings' that were abstract.

I rarely ever visit the office anymore, opting to wander around with Yachiru and training with her, so I was surprised when Rangiku called for me.

"Yes? Anything?"

Rangiku grinned and ruffled my hair at the use of their language, but there was a worried glint in her eyes. "The captain wants to talk to you." I followed her obediently, dread curling in my stomach when I saw how grim they both looked. Did someone die? Or—my heartbeat spiked—they found out who I actually was.

I leaned forward, hands clasped.

"Look, Arisu, I don't know how much you understand but... this weekend, there's an evaluation test for you." Hitsugaya sounded strained, massaging his temples. "I misunderstood what the Captain Commander was saying—"

"Actually, I'm sure you just want—"

"Shut up, Matsumoto." Rangiku grinned mischievously. "As I was saying, the Captain Commander wanted you to enroll in the Shino Academy—I misunderstood his vaguely phrased request and you are now a few weeks' behind the curriculum. I argued that you were doing fine and attending the Academy would only slow you down so if you want to stay here, you have to pass that test. Do you understand?"

I blinked, processing the serious and long-winded explanation and felt that it was... seriously long-winded.

"I'm judging by her expression," said Rangiku, "but I don't think she understands."

"Yachiru," I said. "Training—Yachiru."

"I think she knows that she needs to train," observed Rangiku. "Well, she's been doing nothing but hanging out with Kusajishi lately and I heard that little kid saying how fun Arisu is. Think we can leave it to Yachiru?"

Hitsugaya's face tautened. "She defeated seated officers in the 11th Division, I wouldn't be too worried about that."

Whatever they were saying, it seemed serious. Strangely, Rangiku insisted on coming with me to the Sokyoku Hill that had became our playground as Yachiru phrased it, I call it training grounds—you can see how our maturity differed here. Rangiku conversed with Yachiru, speaking quickly unlike when they were talking to me.

Yachiru was frowning, which was odd on her face.

She turned to me, hands on her hips. "Intensive training with Yachiru-shisho starts now! You won't be eating, sleeping or relaxing until you can show me a satisfactory performance!"

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"What happened to you?"

Hitsugaya looked taken aback. If I had the time to look into a mirror, I probably would've been mortified or at least tried to smooth down my wild hair. The lilac shade was layered in dust and my body too. This was a result of bathing about three times a week. I didn't bath last night.

I had gotten the gist of what was happening: I was being tested.

It could only be the reason why Rangiku and Yachiru were putting so much effort to train me.

"Training," I wheezed, clutching the stitch in my side. "Examiner—where?"

"In the dojo, let's go."

I was surprised to see another familiar character. He had a polite look on his face as he said his greeting. His blonde bangs nearly covered his right eye, his grey eyes were serious and evaluating. There was a Lieutenant's badge on his right arm, signifying his rank.

Somewhere along his words, I heard, "Kira Izuru," confirming my suspicions.

I had an Asauchi—which could only be exclusively taken from the Shinigami Academy—gripped tightly in my hand. I was only borrowing it, in case they demanded a display of Zanjutsu skills which was likely because Shinigami powers were compromised of the four fighting techniques.

I wasn't worried about Hoho. I was just wondering what I must do to reach Izuru's level of impressive and worthy. "Let's start."

Izuru blinked languidly. "Ah, yes. Well, firstly, we're testing to see how well you hold up under a Lieutenant's Reiatsu."

His spiritual pressure... he was going easy on me... I had experienced Zaraki's spiritual pressure firsthand, Izuru's was nothing in comparison to his. I didn't falter; I glared at Izuru, tightening my grip on the—seeing as Yachiru presented this to me, I'm assuming this was stolen—Asauchi.

Yachiru had also taught me how to manifest my Reiryoku, giving it a semi-transparent shape.

Remember, your soul and Arisa's combined are more than a match for his. Arisa already has high spiritual energy, combining your life-force... well...

Hikaru was smirking—I could just imagine it. Arisa's Zanpakuto giggled happily.

His eyes narrowed, the pressure increased, I could feel something brushing my skin. Ah, now he was talking. He was slowly building his reiatsu up. I frowned at the irregular build-up. Now, his reiatsu was coming at me in dull pokes, poking and pushing.

Flip him the finger! Hikaru cried, caught up in the moment.

Without warning, he disappeared from sight. I barely brought my sword up in time. I was good at non-armed combat but Zanjutsu was another matter entirely. I had only started three days ago and even though I worked till midnight, I doubted I could match a Zanjutsu-expert in terms of skill.

"Hado No. 4: Byakurai!"

He jumped away. No, moaned Hikaru, you're holding the sword wrongly— Muttering curses in English, I shifted my grip. Like this?

No! Further down! No, leave it—he's coming—kick him away! Use Hakuda!

Shut up, I begged. Please shut up.

"Hado No. 63: Raikoho!" I flung the orb of electric sphere at him, missed completely as he dodged and flash-stepped away. I stabbed the sword into the ground, gripped it and jumped, somersaulting to deflect his blade. The ankle weights were also useful for defensive capabilities.

I wrenched the Asauchi out of the ground, trying to ignore how awkward holding a sword was (honestly, punching someone seemed easier and less bloody if you're aiming to kill), and swung while we were still in mid-air. As I expected, he stood on Reishi and parried it before jumped away. I landed on the ground, flipping backwards to put some distance between us.

Analyze, Hikaru advised. Whose sword is longer?

Um, my Asauchi is shorter so... it's easier to slip into openings? I wondered.

Hikaru hummed in agreement. Keep your elbows bent, and close to your body. An inexperienced fighter tends to stretch out his arms in order to keep his opponent further off, but this will hurt your ability to thrust and parry quickly. Extend your sword towards your opponent, not your arms.

How do you know so much? I wondered as Izuru charged. I had a very solid style: I'd wait and see what the opponent had to offer. Izuru was obviously very skilled (and was getting tired with my stalling), no point trying actively to defeat him in a sword-fight. Defense was the best offense.

Hikaru was silent for a moment as I parried the blows, keeping two hands on the sword. I was not so easy to push back with the added weights from the weighted vest Yachiru had me wearing, a matching one of hers.

Well, Arisa's dad had a dojo and she... before she died, she learned how to, y'know, fight with a sword. Just relating what I occasionally hear.

Dimly, I wondered how he knew so much. Hikaru knew a lot about me yet I barely knew anything about him. I thought it was quite unfair. Odd, how he knew so much about Arisa as well.

Always have your feet shoulder wide and when you move, move so your legs spread apart. Never have your feet close to each other.

Hold your sword so you can handle it with ease. Watch your opponent's movements and learn when he moves in to attack and launch a counterattack.

Be quick. When you parry you keep the blade close to you so you don't stretch out to block and always try to counter your opponents attack—

He struck, I parried his blade, held it, looked into his eye and— I gritted my teeth, arms trembling. He saw his chance and pushed harder, aiming to overwhelm me with strength. I gathered Reishi around me, hesitated, wondering whether I should push him back with spiritual pressure or use it to flash-step away.

My knees hit the wooden ground; using the little friction caused by my hakama's cloth and slippery floorboard, I slipped, twisting away as I wrenched my sword away—arms aching with the tremendous force used—and his sword stabbed the spot I was previously in.

"Hado No. 33: Sokatsui!" The ball of blue energy recoiled slightly before launching forward. It was too bad I couldn't control it, Izuru must've dodged it already. There was no spell to speed up a Kido attack. Tch.

When the smoke cleared, it revealed Izuru who was still standing, eyebrows and clothes singed. I tightened my grip on the sword. He raised a hand. "Enough, it's enough." Hitsugaya stepping into view told me that the evaluation was over.

"What are her results?'

Izuru blinked. "Honestly, Hitsugaya-taicho, you should be able to tell. Well, eh, her Kido and Hoho exceed expectations. Her Zanjutsu style is awkward, unorthodox and seem to rely heavily on defense. I doubt she's going to be a heavy-hitter but she can hold her own in a fight so I'm allowing her to pass. Her reflexes are good, high spiritual energy." Izuru tilted his head to the side, as if contemplating. "She has sharp eyes and a tricky or sneaky fortitude in battle, but I've seen very little of her Hakuda nor did she manifest her Zanpakuto."

His monotonous tone irked me, I was unable to discern anything. "I can attest to her Zanpakuto manifestation and Hakuda—along with my Lieutenant and Kusajishi—that should be good enough."

"Ah, taicho, before we end this assessment, what is her Zanpakuto type?"

"It's a healing type."

Izuru nodded. "Then I will take my leave. Good day." He nodded politely at me before flash-stepping away.

Hitsugaya's expression gave little away and I was growing more and more anxious as we made our way back to the office. Rangiku and Yachiru were waiting, the latter practically bouncing off the wall. They exchanged a few words and from the grin that broke through Yachiru's face, I knew I'd passed.

I laughed, allowing Yachiru to tackle me into a hug.

Things were looking up.

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Updated: 26/7/2014

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Question: What do you think of Arisa? What sort of person is she?

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