Serious Shinigami Shenanigans

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A young girl with pale brown hair tied in a ponytail, wandered down the hallway of the Shin'ō Academy (or as the locals called it: the Shinigami Academy) in her white and red uniform. Her destination was the board upon which the school posted important messages and information. She was incredibly nervous. After taking the entrance exam for the academy, she was about to find out whether or not she had gained a place at the school.

With the board finally in sight, Kiyomi stopped walking all of a sudden. She couldn't quite see anything that was written, but her nerves seemed to have gotten the better of her. What if she didn't get a high enough score? What if she would have to wait to retry the entrance exam? She was never this nervous about anything and it felt unnatural to her. But her mind focused on one thing; if she didn't get into the academy, what if she hurt her friend again?

As these thoughts crept into her already nervous mind, a group of other students wandered past her, evidently headed for the board. Kiyomi stood for a moment and watched, waiting to see what their results were. Judging from the large smiles that were passed around the group shortly after, they had succeeded. With a small sigh, Kiyomi closed her eyes, still standing in the middle of the hall.
"Alright, pull yourself together Kiyomi," she thought to herself, trying to pluck up the courage to move forward, "You'll never find out how you did if you just stand here."

Opening her teal blue eyes and nervously twisting a hand through her wavy, pale-brown ponytail, she took a few steps forward until she was stood in front of the large board. Glancing at it, she scanned all of the pinned up papers, looking for the correct one. Finding the list of students who had taken the exam, she scanned down it for her name:

Shiratori Kiyomi.... Pass

All of her former nervousness evaporated instantly and a wide grin spread over her face as she read the result. The sheet neglected to mention scores, possibly out of respect for those students who had failed, however Kiyomi didn't really care. She had passed!
There was a small note pinned to the entrance exam results telling everyone who had passed to find their name on one of the class lists and prepare for their first lessons. Nodding to herself, Kiyomi began to scan each of the lists, looking for the class she had been put into.

Her sword screeched loudly, as she made her way towards the flinching man. She smirked as she simply smacked into his body with the burning flat of her blade. The man yelled and jumped away from her blade, uncovering his ears to hold his heated sides. His ears were once more exposed to the sound, and right when Sukai had decided to smack him in the side of the head with the screeching blade. The man fell over, knocked out as Sukai wanted him alive to be reported along with she would get in trouble if she killed him most likely, and the blade's screeching ceased, "Ouch, right in the ear while it was screeching, I bet he's going to be deaf for a bit.." Sukai laughed.
She then turned to see how Akiko was doing. She saw that the woman seemed to be toying with the man slightly, but was other wised unharmed. She turned to find Kiyomi and her attacker, half hoping for it to be the same story and half hoping for another butt to kick.

Each screech from Sukai's zanpakuto, Akiko had changed into a roar from the hollow from the tall man's perspective. With each roar, he seemed to grow ever more paranoid that the hollow would advance and kill him. Akiko watched him with amber eyes.
"How pitiful," she muttered. This man was in his fifth year, and yet he was so weak that he feared such a small hollow. He would likely become a shinigami, but would be doomed to forever wield an Asauchi and never reach a seated position within whichever division he was assigned.
Deciding to end this before it got to far, Akiko flicked her orange and red hued zanpakuto to the side before mutter, "Hi o Hibana."
From a perspective other than the tall man's, one could see about ten butterflies, each fluttering around in the vicinity. Upon Akiko's words, each sunset butterfly burst into orange and red, flickering flames. Akiko then turned to walk down towards Sukai, the small flames from the butterflies all heading towards the tall man. As she walked past where her hollow illusion would be, she swiped at the air with her zanpakuto, creating the illusion that she had defeated it, the beat disintegrating before the man's very eyes.

Akiko wandered over to Sukai, where her amber eyes turned to watch Kiyomi's fight with 'gossip' girl. The tall man had been knocked unconscious by the burns from Akiko's flames, but he scream still echoed through the area, Akiko ignoring it as if it were merely the tweeting of a bird.
"Such wasted talent," she sighed, knowing that everyone could become a powerful shinigami if they only put the time and effort into it.

Sukai's blade was still glowing and sparkling like a firework, not yet putting a cap on the shikai once more until she was sure that business was done. The red haired woman had completely forgotten about the bleeding boy, and was instead studying Kiyomi's fight, trying to determine who would win and whether she should jump in and beat the girl's butt for the young and hardly trained shinigami.

She noticed her friend come closer to her and asked with humor in her tone, "Having fun?" Although Sukai knew that the situation was serious, she could not help, but to treat it like a training session. The man she had fought was beaten easily, and probably would have been defeated even quicker if she had taken it more seriously.

The figure on the wall groaned as he woke up, to see a man laying on the ground in front of him with some bad looking burns on his face and his sword colored red. Rake slowly moved to look at his shoulder, his hand was still clinging to it to stop the bleeding. Although the injury was less serious than it had looked, Rake was still shocked by the attack, due to not having such a serious looking injury. Shinigami are able to survive much more dangerous wounds than this, he knew this, but the shock was still unavoidable since this was the first time he had been harmed like this with the knowledge that if he were to die there would certainly be nothing after this life. No doubts, no theories, just nothing, and Tora's sacrifice would have been for nothing.

Kiyomi appeared to have blanked everyone else around her as she fought with the girl, who had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was channeling her anger at the fact that her friend had been hurt into this fight. She didn't care that the injury wasn't severe, she was just angry that they'd dare to do it in the first place.

The blonde female had drawn her asauchi once more to attack Kiyomi, who dodged each swipe of the blade by ducking or hopping backwards. After watching the blonde's movements for a few strikes, Kiyomi finally made her move. The blonde made a swipe aimed at Kiyomi's legs, becoming wise to her ducking, but Kiyomi instead leaped upwards, the blade sailing below her but not fast enough. As Kiyomi landed, she landed with her feet on the blonde's blade, weighing it down so she could not swing it again. Not waiting to be pulled off of it, Kiyomi then leaped a second time, quickly launching a swift and powerful kick, knocking her opponent over. Drawing her own nameless blade and kicking away the blonde's, she pointed the tip of her asauchi to the blonde's throat.
"You should have learned not to make me angry by now," said Kiyomi, the hostility clear in her voice, "You are my classmate after all."

Sukai was surprised by the hostility in the young girl's voice. She spoke up, "Don't kill her now, we kind of need all of them alive and it wouldn't exactly help your case if you killed her..." Sukai may have enjoyed battle, but killing was not really a thing she favored. The woman had become a shinigami to help spirits, and control her explosive self, not to kill everything in sight like that Killing Machine Kenpachi was that somehow ended up being a captain without receiving his swords name. She had only heard rumors of the terrifying man, and quite frankly he only sickened her...

The red haired woman sighed as the fun was finished though, "Man, why does it always gotta end so early?" She complained. Sukai looked over to Akiko and asked, "Well, should we carry them to the school and report them or grab one of the students that were SUPPOSED to be supervising this little training session?"

Kiyomi blinked as she heard Sukai's voice and saw the terror in the blonde's eyes at the blade pointed at her throat. It was a few moments before she did, but she removed the blade from her opponent's throat and stood up, moving backwards a few steps before turning and rushing back over to where Rake had been stabbed by the wall.
"Are you alright?" she asked, her voice laced with concern for her friend.

Akiko meanwhile blinked to Sukai as the youngest of the group, the opponent in Kiyomi and Rake's class, got up and ran off. She twirled her zanpakuto as she spoke, eyes watching the flickering flames as they retook their butterfly form.
"Do you remember that Bakudo spell they taught us about the other day?" she asked, "Tenteikūra."
She paused; being such a high level Kido none of their class had been able to try it out. The tutor had merely taught them the basics of the spell, such as it's name and uses.
"If I concentrate my butterflies around us, we might be able to use them like that spell. I've never tried it before, but Nichibotsu Chō thinks it could work."

"Go ahead, what's the worst that could happen?" Sukai spoke as she sheathed her sword, putting a cap on her shikai once more and placing it in the strange sheath that looked similar to a firework tube. Sukai looked over to the two younger years that had been attacked, "Heeeey, you guys going to need a medic or something?"

"I'm fine..." Rake huffed, though the wound on his shoulder still kept his arm from moving as it hung off of his body like a long limp sack of nothing. He had gotten over the scare of being injured in such a way and the daze the harsh knock to the head had caused.

Akiko chuckled before summoning the ten butterflies over with a flick of her wrist. They fluttered around her in a ring of orange and black.
"Chō Rensa," she whispered, each butterfly glowing a faint orange as she did so. After a short pause she spoke again, "Tsuraneru All Sixth-Year Acting-Instructors."
She paused again, searching for the right words before she spoke, deciding to attempt to be rather formal about the matter.
"This is Akiko Asakawa, third year, and you are hearing my voice through one of my zanpakuto's abilities. Do not be alarmed, but we require the presence of at least one of you in area seven. I'll explain when someone arrives," she spoke into the air, her amber eyes watching Kiyomi and Rakeshisu as she did.

Kiyomi looked back to Sukai as she spoke, answering for Rake despite his claims that he was fine.
"I'm okay but his shoulder looks really messed up...," she replied before turning to Rake to continue quietly, "I'm just glad you're not dead."

'Well at least she's not bawling like a baby anymore...' Rake thought with look of displeasure as Sukai stood in front of him as if investigating him.
"Eh, he's not really worth it, I'm sure you could do better" Sukai looked to Kiyomi, crossing her arms and shaking her head.
"JUST WHAT THE F*CK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN-ARGH!?" Rake yelled back, irritating his wound and causing it to bleed once more. He placed his hand over his wound again to stop the bleeding, growling when Sukai gave an amused laugh.
"YOU BUCKING TROLL" Rake yelled.
"I SHIP IT LIKE YAOI FANGIRLS SHIP TWO MEN JUST BY TOUCHING" sukai responded.
"STOP BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL!"
"You're the one who just broke it!"
"Shit we're only making it worse! SHUT UP!"
"Aww but it's too fun!"
"STOP IT OR ELSE SERENE WILL HAVE TO GET TOSHIRO AGAIN"
"But he's canon?"
"HAVEN'T YOU BEEN READING? WE ALLOW CANONS IN THIS RP"

Kiyomi blinked at Sukai's words, her face growing red at the idea that she'd even assume something like that, but at Rakeshisu's reaction, she found herself bursting out into spontaneous laughter. She attempted to stifle it however as he called out in pain due to irritating his wound.

Akiko wandered over to the three and merely tore the blood-free sleeve off of Rakeshisu's uniform. She pulled back the shoulder of Rake's blue and white clothing, moving his hand temporarily in order to do so.
"It's not the worst place to get stabbed," she blinked, using the ripped sleeve to apply a firm pressure to the stab wound on the back of Rake's shoulder, whilst he continued to put pressure on the front. Kiyomi stepped back and glanced around as two sixth year acting instructors arrived on the scene.

It turns out that one of the sixth years were the very same one as one of the ones that had come to save Rake and Kiyomi months ago when their friends had been taken from them. The student blinked as they recognized them and spoke, "Jeez you two sure are a magnet for danger...What happened here?"
Sukai was the one to answer first, "These idiots decided it would be fun to attack these two, there's one more but she ran off. This one," She pointed with her sheathe at the man on the floor with a red blade, "Stabbed into what's-his-face over there at the wall. Straight through the concrete somehow too. Not sure but he might need medical help," she reported with ease.

Kiyomi merely chuckled hesitantly at the sixth year's comment, but she was glad to see another friendly face. The sixth year them proceeded to walk over to Rakeshisu and help him up, Akiko still applying a firm pressure to the wound on his back. She handed the duty over to the sixth year however and Rake was soon lead away as they headed back towards the senkaimon to seek medical attention.
Kiyomi went to follow but paused to look back at the two women who had helped them.
"I didn't quite catch your names..." she blinked, "I'm Kiyomi, and that's Rakeshisu," she introduced herself and her friend.

"Akiko," replied the amber eyed female with a nod and a small smile; her zanpakuto now sheathed and all the butterflies gone.

"Liar your name is Kikyo and you are searching for Inuyasha to receive revenge and be confused about yourself and have a very confusing story line along with killing random things" "Sukai!" Sukai exclaimed to introduce herself as she finished speaking with another sixth year student about getting more students down to take the traitors in.
"They want us to help Akikooooo!" Sukai whined, wanting to make herself scarce before having to carry the limp sacks of trash to the door to the other world.

"Thanks for your help!" smiled Kiyomi, waving before she jogged after the sixth year who was helping Rakeshisu. Akiko merely waved back with a small smile before she turned to her friend and classmate who was whining about having to drag the unconscious students back through the senkaimon. She stood for a moment and blinked before she suddenly whipped around and pointed in a random direction.
"Oh no! Is that a hollow I sense?" she asked rather melodramatically, "We'd better go deal with it, Sukai!" she yelled, grabbing her friend's arm and promptly scarpering from the area before either of the sixth years could tell them to stop.

Time passed and Rake's wound was treated, he regained control of his arm thanks to some kido for healing spells and the group that had assigned him missions seemed to have left him along for now. He had not seen much of Kiyomi, due to being locked in an infuriating infirmary while his arm healed and he was just today being released. He still had a scar where the blade had struck him, both back and front, and every now and then his entire arm would ache. That did not matter right then, since he was off to find Kiyomi.