Human Affairs (Invite)

[Tagz]

[ooc: Only those who hold epicness are invited. i.e. Me, Steven, and Azuvala (if she ever decides to come on). GK... I guess you can come... >.>]

Edit by GK: I hereby add the diagram of doom to this thread so that everybody understands the positioning...as apparentely Steven didn't >.>...: Diagram of DOOM


Chapter One
A Blossoming Friendship or a Blooming War

Birds chirping, wind breezing, clouds floating, a beautiful picture, no? This image was framed by the borderlines of a window. This window was placed in the far left corner of the class, and to Gramica’s immediate left. There were two more windows on that same wall the closer you got to the front. The woman was staring outside; taking in the magnificence of the view she had staring at the track/soccer field presented before her. The classroom, however, was not as pleasant. Pictures and ugly wallpaper covered the entire room. And there was an old chalkboard at the front of the class, and an equally as older, or possibly older teacher constantly tapping it with her long pointer stick. The class was science… or mathematics… or maybe even geography. The Arrancar was clearly not paying attention. She really had no interest or need to pass the class. It was much more enjoyable to watch the brilliant scenery.

It was a bright and sunny day, perfect for rounding up Hollows and pitting them against each other. So why wasn’t Gramica out doing this right now? Simple, she had found the cream of the crop. She had heard of a Hollow that practically shitted raw power. No doubt she wanted to find out for herself. The woman made many trips to and from Karakura Town. It was said that that’s wear the creature resided. Yet for some reason, every time she bothered to come to the Living World she’d lose him. Words couldn’t begin to explain how immensely this irked her. It had been going on for several weeks until the Espada finally lost it. She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to find this Hollow, and since it always disappeared when she showed up, she’d just have to be there from the start. Thus is the reason that both Gramica and her Fraccion Anaklusmos Vycarius were both in Gigai’s and enrolled in Karakura High. If they wanted to flush him out, they’d have to sit back and wait patiently.

Both Arrancar had been masquerading as a couple of high school girls for the past several days. Their mask remnants were nonexistent while in their Gigai, and their Hollow holes as well. The malevolent green glow of her right eye was gone along with them. Their facial features and other physical characteristics remained in tact, but they wore the uniform of that school.

Every now and again the reiatsu of a decent Hollow pops up and they rush into action, believing it to be either the one they were looking for, or one of its victims. In all cases, they were sadly mistaken. They would then return to their Gigai’s with much haste before any Shinigami showed up to cause trouble. So now, here they were, on their fifth day of school. Their school was a crude one. They wanted all their students to have relations or at least a decent after school life. Maybe it was to prevent or reduce crime rates, who really knows why? Either way, Ana and Gramica were given until the end of the week to sign up and join at least two clubs. They both signed up for baseball; however, Gramica’s second choice was archery while Ana’s second choice was shogi. The blonde woman’s first day of archery was quite entertaining. All those balls of energy she repeatedly fired off paid off by giving the woman an uncanny amount of talent in the field. However, the two missed their first day of baseball because of the brief appearance of a Hollow that seemed to be of incredible strength. Sadly, it wasn’t the one they were looking for either. Either way, there next baseball game was scheduled for tomorrow.

But as of now, she was caught daydreaming in the middle of the old lady’s lesson. Her attention was elsewhere until she heard a loud ‘thwap’. The teacher had smacked her long pointer stick down onto her desk, immediately gaining her attention. Today was a sad day that would forever be written in history. The Cinco Espada had been caught off guard. With no high spiritual pressure near, she’d let her guard and was snuck up on by a damn teacher. One that was as old as a bat, nonetheless.

“May! I’ve repeated the same question three times over and you’ve failed to even acknowledge them. So I’ll ask you again. A small truck and a large truck have the same kinetic energies. Which truck has the greater momentum?”

Gramica stared at the teacher. Her eyes were widened from the initial surprise of being caught daydreaming, and remained as was as she filed through her brain for the answer. Coming up empty, she replied.

“Umm… the larger truck?”

Gramica’s answer was a simple guess off the top of her head. Whether it was correct or not wasn’t even an issue for the old woman (yet… not as old as Gramica or Ana). She let out a small sigh and turned away from the much, much, much older woman that was in her seat. The teacher returned to the front of the class and began to speak. Though this time, it had nothing to do with education.

“Class, today we have another batch of new students. I don’t know why they all get sent here, this class is full enough. Regardless, there are three new students that have arrived. Of course, they were forty minutes late. Let use hope that they do not have the same slacker behavior as our last new students. Otherwise, I swear I’m going to retire. Anyways, here they come now.”

Just before the door swung open, Gramica turned to Ana, who sat in front of her, and whispered…

“Did you feel that? Another Hollow…”

The reiatsu spilling out of it was weak and miniscule. The Arrancar had no use for such a creature. Maybe given several hundreds of years, it’ll become useful, but as for now, no…

[GoldenKitten]

The class was alight with voices firing back and forth trying to hear what they could about the new students coming in. The strange thing was that nobody knew anything, usually with these sorts of things the rumor bugs already knew everything they could, after all it was their way of life. It was as if the students had simply appeared and so that set off an entirely different round of rumors, perhaps they were foreigners, perhaps they had been home-schooled? Then one boy whispered something that suddenly shut all of them up; perhaps they were some kids from a rich family or something? Of course this one seemed ridiculous in a place like Karakura but instantly everyone had to know what they were and more than a few girls eyes were already sparkling with yen signs or in a few cases at the idea of a foreign boyfriend. Thus as the door opened the entire class went into silence, however as the figures ambled through the silence went from hopeful and excited to one of disbelief and perhaps a little fear. Watching one to many movies would do that to a person, though one could hardly blame them and even the teacher wore an expression of surprise.

A massive hand grasped the door and pulled it open, a smooth as silk voice carried over but despite its neutral and quite tone it sounded as if it was still speaking critically and getting on to someone, an apologetic and deep voice followed. Then they came, and they were like a Yakuza cliché come to life leaving more than a few mouths agape. The first through was a young-man, in truth Yun was to old for school but his gigai had been “de-aged” so to speak and his physical form appeared several years of what would have been his human appearance youth. He stood at just a little over six feet and had raven black hair that shifted backwards in a cropped and organized fashion, quite the contrary of his usual style. What wasn’t different was the cold calculating stare he always held as two lipid pools of ice glazed over the class with little if any interest, they looked as if he was at once both ignoring all those present and at the same time seeing straight to the soul of everyone who fell under his gaze. He wore a black suit; pressed with brilliant procession to a button and fine exotic loafers, as of current he did not wear his classic sunglasses, as they were in fact part of his zanpaktou. For most of the students it was odd enough to see anyone actually wear their school suit and if they did it was always in a rumpled fashion and during the winter of which it obviously wasn’t. Compared to most of the students who wore sloppy white t-shirts quickly embroidered with the school symbol he might as well have been wearing a Fioravanti…in fact on second glance he WAS wearing a Fioravanti, only deigning to wear the schools symbol on an armband near his shoulder.

This was more than enough to get excited gossip traveling around the room as Yun took center stage walking with his hands tucked neatly in his pockets before he turned toward the class, and more than a few girls dreams of grandeur were running wild. However what elicited gasps was not when a small brunette wearing a similarly expensive outfit though less so than Yun’s followed behind him. In fact if anything she went almost unnoticed, though if you had looked she seemed to be playing the part of the faithful accountant grasping a large portfolio in her arms with a bun high in her hair and wearing a pair of librarians’ glasses. It wasn’t a slight to the girl but rather from the sheer surprise that came next as a giant entered the classroom. Desmae nearly had to double over to fit into the doorway and even once through still had to bend his head over to not hit his head on the cieling. Unlike Yun no effort had been made to mask his obviously overboard age for school and he looked nothing like a student despite wearing a white t-shirt like most of the other students. What he did look like with his massive muscles, eccentric tan, grizzled face, shaved skull and a giant pair of tortoise sunglasses on his face was either the meanest bouncer you had ever seen or the guardian of a rich families important member. People were already staring at Desmae with disbelief and fear, as was his purpose, of course if anyone tried to complain all of his identification was perfectly valid.

Both of them walked to the front to stand behind Yun while he continued to stare straight through everyone in the class, he had already picked up who he thought might be a likely subject, though of course they could have been anywhere in the school. Over the past few weeks an incredibly powerful energy source had been appearing into Karakura Town, his radar cliniques were convinced it was the signature of an espada, or of its level. And yet every time they had arrived, Yun visiting personally the last few times it would disappear just as quickly. Then they started to notice a pattern, every time the arrancar would disappear they were either headed in the direction of or even in the middle of Karakura high. That was when a wild theory had been proposed by Yun himself, even he wasn’t sure if he was accurate but the facts seemed to suggest it. What if the arrancar was somehow living amongst the human population? This went against the very nature of what they knew about the beast but if it was true they might very well have discovered a whole new threat. Either way they had quickly devised a scheme to discover if it was the truth and Yun had tagged along since if the creature was that strong he himself would need to be present. Even if it wasn’t actually in the school it seemed to hunt around here so eventually when it showed itself they would be prepared and make their move to intercept it. For now though he had to maintain his image as a student no matter the cost due to the sensitive nature of the mission and as he saw the pleading eyes of his fellow students questioning him with every glance he spoke.

“I am Goto Tsukasa.” He stated in extremely elegant speech and the last name he used got more than its share of ill-hidden gasps though he was certain nobody would ever bring it up, and that was of course the point. He waved his hand toward Azuvala, “This is Kaedi Nakamimi and this is Botan. Please take care of us.” He of course referenced Desmae this time and despite the polite ending phrase he did not bow, as was common courteousy with this phrase.

Even he got a moments enjoyment out of watching their faces over the fact that he would have the gall to introduce these other two, but it also cemented the fact that they were there for him. More over he had purposefully selected the last name of perhaps the most well known crime-lord in existence and labeled Desmae with a singular name that reeked of false pretense. Some might have considered this outward attempt to be as visible as directly counter-productive but he thought just the opposite. He believed should his opponent be present they would see little more than one human who thought himself better posturing himself over the others. After all they would likely be expecting anyone coming for them to be subversive, trying to get in without being seen, not going to extraordinary measures to put as much shock and awe in this school as possible. That was the hope at least, though like all things it was little more than hope and depended entirely on how hard his opponent was trying to stay hidden. With this done he turned toward the teacher who had rebuilt her composure and was looking at him.

“Should we find our seats?” he asked her, with what appeared to be the slightest edge of a malicious grin on the edge of his lip though he still came across neutral as a whole.

“Please do.” She responded stoically.

They moved as a single unit and Yun quickly found an open seat toward the back near the window by a young girl with short blond hair in a pony-tail. He turned around and saw how closely his followers were behind him Desmae was looking down at a boy in front of the seat Yun had chosen and was giving him a brutal glare under which the boy was shriveling with every passing second, Desmae clearly intended to force him out. However Yun raised his hand up to the mans chest and gave him a simple shake of his head though he displayed no emotion to whether the move had angered him. Meanwhile Azuvala had broken off and found a seat in front of a lavender haired girl one desk to the front and left of Yun. Desmae surveyed the class with the same scowl he had worn since he had arrived and then with anger in his steps made his way to a chair in the very back of the classroom where he began attempting in vain to fit into the small structure.

With that finished Yun turned back to his own table and then something very scary happened, his face went from that of complete neutrality to suave with a slight smirk so quickly it took one aback. It might have been painfully obvious it was practiced but it was done so seamlessly that it had a striking aspect. He looked to all those around him and gave them greetings, the boy in front turned back toward the front quickly the girl to his right side just muttered some sort of greeting back seemingly concerned while the girl directly behind him made what Yun could only call the most painfully ineffective attempt to look sexy and desirable he had ever seen, though he simply greeted her like the others. He turned toward the girl with short hair next to him, greeted her and stared for a moment and decided he felt…nothing…or nothing of note, at this point in time she nor any others truly held any greater chance of being his target. And so as quickly as it had started his face immediately flashed back to neutral, he put his arm behind his back and pulled up the tail of his suit behind him, sat down and all at once the ruckus they had caused which had in fact taken no longer than forty seconds was over. Yun sat ready to learn, of course what he sat ready to learn was where his mortal enemies were hiding.

[Mr. Butterfly]

Chapter One
A Bloss - oh, someone already wrote this . . . yeah . . .

The lavender haired school girl eyed the elder bag of dust that was their teacher with crimson eyes. Seriously, even by human standards, she should be dead by now, gone to become at peace with even her teachers. However, until then, she's just sit boredly until the old lady died, or class was over. Anaklusmos was getting quite peeved with the school uniform she was being forced to wear. The material felt different than what she was used to wearing - it sat upon her skin uncomfortably. She sighed, moving her head so that it sat in the palm of her hand, situated in a thinking-esqe position.. The teacher was just talking, and she asked a question about trucks or something. No one answered, so she asked again, this time, directing it at Ana's liege - Gramica. However, Gramica did not answer. Ana didn't turn to look but she figured it was because she had zoned out in thought again, or she was combing the area for any trace of spiritual energy again. So, the old figure came over to Gramica's desk, and Ana sighed as she proceeded to ask her the question a third time over. The Espada answered the question in a way that told Ana - and the teacher - she didn't care at all, and so the teacher gave up and returned to the front of the room.

“Class, today we have another batch of new students. I don’t know why they all get sent here, this class is full enough. Regardless, there are three new students that have arrived. Of course, they were forty minutes late. Let use hope that they do not have the same slacker behavior as our last new students. Otherwise, I swear I’m going to retire. Anyways, here they come now.”

Slackers? Sure, they may not have been able to pay attention. But if Ana had learned anything, it was that if she needed to torture a human, she's just throw them into this old coot's class for a few hours. But the people who came in were enough to distract Ana for a few seconds - even to the point she simply nodded to Gramica's question regarding the Hollow.

And for those few seconds upon the groups entry she stared - first at the fancy ass kid, who looked like he belonged more in the front seat of a Ferrari with a supermodel than anything else, then at the miniscule female behind him that seemed to blend in with him and then -whoa. That was a big guy. She blinked at the considerable bulk of the human - it had been awhile since she'd seen anything humanoid that big. The lead student then went on the present himself to the teacher and class, introducing himself as someone with a name well known in the country - a large scale crimelord family. The girl and the Hulk were just there for him, it seemed. And then they went to get their seats, at first moving in some sort of pack standard. The male walked by and snagged the empty seat that was back and to the right of Ana - right next to Gramica too. The Hulk quickly tried to get right next to his "leader" as she saw it, though having him right near her made her feel quite small, even if she was a being with far grander powers than a human could have. The girl with the glasses sat right in front of Ana and that got her attention as the giant stalked away to a farther seat. She hoped sincerely that the female would ignore her, and let Ana be.

Anaklusmos took a second of boredom after getting done with watching the kids to take her pencil and absent mindedly scratched her "name" at the top, waiting to see what would happen next.

Ana Itsuwaru

[Tagz]

The old bat continued to speak. Why wouldn’t she just shut up? Clearly the Arrancar had no interest in what she was saying. There was some talk about new students, but Gramica’s gaze was elsewhere. That is, until the giant of a man walked in. He was just rippling with raw muscles. He couldn’t even stand up straight without poking a hole into the ceiling. That’s when Gramica began eyeing the entire group. Aside from the beastly human, there was a feeble looking girl. There was nothing too special about her. She appeared as your typical, future librarian. Then, there was the man who seemed to lead the rest. He gave off that kind of glow that just seemed to shout omnipotent commander. The way he walked, the way the others fondled at his feet, and then there was the way he spoke. It was clear, crisp, and without an ounce of hesitation or uncertainty. The usual new student would have been filled with anxiety. Maybe make an entrance such as this only to gain acceptance. But the way he looked over the class, he seemed to picture himself above them all.

On Gramica’s first day, she had a clear look of nervousness plastered along her face. On Ana’s, she was explicitly told to give off an air of confidence. The Espada did all within her power to distance herself from her Fraccion until their first day of school together. Their fictitious backgrounds were entirely different as well. Gramica’s documents stated that she was a temporary exchange student from Dalian, a Chinese city located in the Liaoning Province. Ana’s documents however declared that she had been expelled from a school in Tokyo and was moved to live with her aunt in Karakura Town. The pretenses with which she had been expelled for were simply drug use and violence. Ana did a well job at keeping up this image. This new student, however, was as flamboyant and self-absorbed as any popular high school boy would be. But… still. His presence was unnerving.

The woman watched as the three moseyed through the class. One, the small girl, sat directly in front of her subject. The giant stared down a frightened boy before moving somewhere to the back. And their almighty ruler sat down right beside her, as if his simply being in the class wasn’t unsettling enough. Then, the man’s neutralist expression switched modes. He was now suave. A baby Bond if you will. He then began greeting all those around him. Then it came time for her greeting… but… he just began staring at her. The woman leaned away slightly, with a look of timidity. Then she replied, stuttering with shaky voice.

“U-um… h-HI!”

After the initial shock wore off, she returned to her previous outward personality.

“HOW ARE YOU?!!!!”

She leapt from her seat and towered above Yun’s before quickly embracing him with a tight hug.

“My. Name. Is… MAY LEE! I’m a new student here, JUST LIKE YOU!!!”

Then, she leaned in closer and began whispering in his ear.

“That girl in front of me… she’s a new student too. But she tries to act scary, I don’t know why.”

Gramica stood up straight in a super-hero pose and pointed down towards the man.

“BUT SHE’S REALLY SWEET INSIDE. SO BE NICE!!!!!”

With that, the Espada whizzed around and… tripped on the leg of her desk. She quickly began tumbling to the ground; bumping her head on several corners as the class began rioting in laughter. However, one student rushed to help her. It was the young boy that sat directly behind her. He was a handsome guy overall. Nice hair, nice smile, muscular body, though nowhere near that of “Botan”. He helped her up with an intense look of concern and worry. The woman graciously thanked him before taking a seat. The boy, Katano, moved towards the leader of the new newcomers. He stretched out his hand, and the moment young would grab it, he would jerk it up to him, hopefully forcing the man to stand up. If this was done, considering Yun did not outmuscle him, Katano would pull him close with his greeting hand, and swing the other around his back, patting him lightly. Then, Katano would whisper in his ear. ‘I saw how you looked at her. You’ll stay away if you knew what’s good for you. She’s mine’. And with that, he’d return to his seat, allowing Yun to do so as well.

Gramica did her best to put on a show for the class. Keeping up the image of an average schoolgirl was quite the challenge for an Arrancar. After all, a few hundred years since your last class would make one forget the structure of things. And a few hundred years of killing humans, they’d all start to seem the same. Regardless, Gramica plotted her actions carefully. The Hollow she had sensed earlier had now disappeared with the reiatsu of a Shinigami coating the area. It didn’t take a McDonald worker to deduce what had happened. Gramica turned to Yun once more. Opening her mouth to speak, she was cut off by that same ‘thwap’ sound she’d heard earlier. This time, the teacher slapped her stick on her own desk this time. This time she was trying to get the entire class’s attention, not just Gramica’s.

“That’s enough chatter. You have all met our new students, hopefully that’ll be it for the semester. You shall now be taking your exams. May Lee, Ana Itsuwaru, Goto Tsukasa, Kaedi Nakamimi… and… Botan? You still have to take the test, but if you should fail, I’ll be gracious enough to allow a retest since you have not been here from the start. I will only allow ONE retest. So I’d suggest you study hard if you plan on finishing the semester. Now then, May Lee? Do you want to hand out the test papers?”

“Sure, I’d love too.”

Unusually calm, or… usually calm, Gramica walked up to the front of the class and picked up the stack of exam papers. Each was a thick booklet. The woman glided across the class instead of showing the clumsiness she’d shown earlier.

[GoldenKitten]

Yun had hardly had time to sit down before he was besieged by the girl next to him. For the briefest moment he stared straight through her as his usual personality shone through but quickly made use of his impeccable personality training and cracked a smile. Of course behind that act his wheels were turning, contemplating this girl and everything around him. He recalled how his instincts had seen him stare through her at first, he had played it off as little more than perhaps this girl possessing a tad more spiritual energy than the rest but now his always suspicious thoughts were running wild. Even the girls who were obviously looking at him like some “get out jail free” card were keeping their distance but this girl had run right up to someone who was obviously dangerous. She quickly mentioned that she was a transfer student; he considered that perhaps that meant she was not as familiar with whom he claimed to be as the rest and so lessened his initial suspicion but he also felt it was added as an afterthought. He was brutally aware of the fact that he might not be the only one playing the opposite card here, coming in full force rather than silently to try and avoid suspicion. Of course at this point in time she was just the first of many who would no doubt appear out of place but whom would quickly fade to the back of his mind as he found someone even more fitting.

His natural reactions almost took over as she lunged at him but he restrained them as best he could so they were a barely perceptible shake in his body before he took the hug full bodied. Regardless he was thankful she had thrown her head over his shoulder because it took him a moment to wipe the battle-hardened glare that had already formed on his face off and replace it by one of surprise. His senses made him aware of the fact that Desmae had shifted an almost imperceptible degree, clearly his “guardian” had at least grasped that while a surprise this girl didn’t bear malicious intent. Regardless her actions had sparked another bout of whispers amongst the classroom, few of them wanted to look at him and here this girl had ran up and hugged him, the inkling that things were off skyrocketed. Once she shrugged off of him he nodded and gave a sort of half-smile which he hoped portrayed vaguely concealed displeasure but learned tolerance to anyone watching though in fact he felt little in the way of the matter, other than the lesson it had taught him about keeping his reactions under tighter reigns.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He commented.

He watched with another blank stare as she ran off and tripped, he simply thought it was klutzy but he heard Chaos break down laughing in the back of his head much like the students. If there was one thing he liked about this gigai it was that being stuck in the hunk of flesh seemed to be quieting his zanpaktou down quite a bit, perhaps it was difficult for them to communicate telepathically since in this form he was not pure spiritual energy like he would be otherwise. He was actually thankful to the girl, while the point had of course been to call attention to himself he would now prefer to fade into the background for a while. Not for long of course but long enough that he didn’t become a constant object of obsession which would in itself bring natural curiosity and might spark further introspection by whoever might be present.

Going back to sit at his desk he once more hardly had time to bend down before he was once more accosted. He stared up at the boy before him already sensing some sort of anger steaming beneath and he knew both of his followers felt it to though they made no motion yet, he boldly reached out and grabbed the other boy’s hand without an ounce of worry though. The intended action this time however was done far more violently and he heard Desmae surge to his feet behind them though the boy that he now made eye contact with seemed not to notice, those around Desmae however practically jumped out of their chairs. The motion had not quite gone as Katano had probably predicted or hoped, even in the half sitting position he was Yun’s gigai body went rigid and completely locked up in such a way that the other boy couldn’t have ever hoped to move him. The gigai clearly held not even a percentage of the strength his true form did but it was still agile and strong, well beyond the limits of an average human. He stared out the top of his eyes with his head cast downward just a bit with a look that could have melted a glacier. After a tense moment in which those that were at least within the surrounding few seats watched with bated breath he stood to his feet though made it very obvious to Katano that he was doing it of his own volition and not by the boys strength. He was quite a good actor and was already formulating what he would say depending on the situation, in truth this entire school scenario meant nothing to him and was just a means to an end.

For the first time all day Yun almost cracked up laughing and a genuine smile of amusement caressed his features though on him it came across malicious, and it probably was since he tended to be devious. To think Desmae as well as he himself had been so prepared for this to be the dangerous one and all it was, was a jealous little boy. It could have been an act he realized and he would of course do a background check just as he would the girl as most people wouldn’t have been brave enough to grab him so violently but he didn’t think so. The boy’s juvenile emotions seemed genuine enough and for the moment he wrote it off as hormones, in a normal situation he’d have shrugged him off and just went on his way, maybe even have gotten a kick out of telling the story to another captain.

But not today, eyes were upon him and it was time to set the record straight. To the humans and the watcher it would back up his image but more than anything he figured any arrancar watching would never expect a shinigami to threaten a mortal. Katano thinking he had made his point tried to pull free but suddenly found that he was the one being gripped firmly and Yun applied pressure to his hand, he then let go but in a flash brought his hand up and grabbed just above the boys wrist, the forearm and applied a good percentage of the strength this gigai could which was enough to hear the bones in the boys arm shift though he was careful not to cause permanent damage. Katano was a big boy and of course being in front of his crush had him putting on a strong face but even he grunted at the sudden and powerful grip. His eyes bulged a little when Yun lifted his arm which in an expert motion of control forced the boy toward him and now it was Yun’s turn to put his arm around the boys shoulder and whisper. He happened to spot Desmae in the back grinning like a madman; he always wanted his captain to be a little more violent, even if this was an act. Once he had the boy in position, which he had done so precisely it could only be seen as violent from the back of the class, he whispered but did so just loud enough that those in the immediate surroundings could hear him.

“And if you make it a habit of telling me what to do I might be forced to remove your intestines.” He let that sink in as he gave a dark grin at Katano and then after a moment of palpable rising pressure added, “Through your nose.”

He immediately let the boy go releasing his iron grip on his forearm and then stared him down until Katano went back to his own seat. After that period he sat down and for the first time since entering the class was able to do so without something happening. He half-listened as the teacher went on to talk about a quiz of some sort, he doubted an old crone like this could manage to best him and could probably do whatever she asked with a quarter of his brain. He did have the brief mental image of Desmae failing horribly, but then that was hardly a problem as if anything it just backed his story up even more. What Yun was really watching for during this time was any perceptible movements or actions that might suggest he was being watched though he did so while sitting back in his chair, placing one leg cross the other and bringing his hands up into a pyramid with his fingers touching, appearing to be watching nothing but the teacher. More red lights went off when the girl got up to hand out the tests, he didn’t know for certain but he felt she was watching him, he filed one more piece of data into the back of his mind.

[Tagz]

Gramica’s loud and spontaneous actions had done their job. His bodyguard tensed, though that was natural for any bodyguard. However, in their embrace, she felt Tsukasa tighten up. This was quite alarming. This action alone couldn’t justify it, but heavily hinted he was looking for someone. Someone as ostentatious and confident as Tsukasa would surely have no problems with hugging a girl. It wouldn’t make sense for him to be shy, judging from his previous actions. He may have simply putting up a façade for his shyness, but he did not have any problems with the girl whom he had come in with. And from their last names, it could be assumed that they were not related. So why was he so tense? And why when she got up, was his face ridden with concealed displeasure? He wreaked a cloud of suspicions that were no doubt the root of why Gramica felt uneasy around him. And hopefully, the battle-hardened glare that Gramica had missed was picked up on by her Fraccion who had a legitimate reason to watch the two.

The woman in her mid-three-hundreds watched as the jealous boy approached the man who everyone else assumed as a Yakuza member, or at least, descendant. Without fear or fright, the man grabbed the newcomers hand jerked at it forcefully. In doing so, Botan jumped up, terrifying the innocent students around him. Gramica could tell the force in which he had tugged on Tsukasa’s hand. The fact that he did not budge in the slightest alarmed her. Then the man gave him a glare that, had it been any other time, would have made Gramica reach for her weapon. He then rose up, clearly though, it was of his own will. Tsukasa was an oddball to say the least. His emotions swung around wilder than a schoolgirl on a period. Half a second ago, he was staring down Katano, now, he was laughing? As well, his laughter had an air of malice to it.

Three seconds. A lot can happen in three seconds. One could fall from a building. One could be swallowed up by a shark-like Adjuchas. One can even be caught it a bone-shattering grip from a Shinigami in a Gigai. In this occasion, it was the very last of the three that had occurred. Gramica watched in awe of the man’s strength. From now on, she would have it set in her mind that he was not an average human. But from the way he brutally demonstrated his superiority over the man, a Shinigami was the last in her mind. Plus his torture methods were quite exhilarating, though Gramica never really was one for torture. In fact, she even looked over his face once more to see if she’d recognize him from one of the plentiful Numeros in Las Noches. But he was completely unfamiliar. That didn’t entirely rule out that he was an Arrancar as well, for his cruelty certainly suggested it, but it was highly unlikely. What reason did an Arrancar have to parade around as a human for anyway…? She eventually came to the final assumption that he was simply one of those few humans with grander spiritual pressure than the rest. He was the rat amongst mice if you will. Or even a Bount. Who really knows? It was something that she’d have to find out.

The woman contemplated what face she should give the man that was clearly suspicious of everything. If she seemed frightened, then it would become contradictory for her to want to get close and find out more about him. But if she seemed to enjoy it, he may become more suspicious of her. So what did she do? She giggled. Yes, that’s right. The boy’s arm may have very well been broken off, but she giggled. Tsukasa’s reaction to this would no doubt clarify once and for all if the only reason he was in this class was to finger the odd duck out. And if so why? Was she the only one there under false pretenses? Or was there another, some psychopathic killer that was under the watch of the detectives and police officers of the neighborhood. Or was there someone hiding out that owed the Yakuza a large sum of money and is now incognito? Or… was he here for her? An Arrancar who’d been flailing about, trying to find the famous killer Menos she’d heard about. If he was here for her, who was he to judge? A Shinigami really would not have made such a statement. Though she was fairly certain that they were not as righteous as they pretended to be, at least in public, they would attempt to preach their high and mighty morals and whatnot. It really does become quite annoying at some point.

Gramica handed out the papers, not giving any their own and special time. She did not pay Botan or Nakamimi any mind when passing by. However, she did notice Ana’s unwillingness to what to make contact with Nakamimi. This held no significance, therefore did not matter one way or the other. Nakamimi’s strengths were unknown. She could very well be the most intelligent being the room, or a dumbass intellectual-wannabe. Either way, she wasn’t Gramica’s concern. So when she got to Tsukasa, she gave him a kind smile and tilted her head slightly in doing so. During her smile, her eyes were closed, yet she was watching him now harder than ever before. The slightest gesture of wary behavior would instantly satisfy her into taking further precautions instead of simply writing it off as merely an overall suspicious nature.

Gramica would then sit back in her seat and begin writing her exam. She had a struggling concentrated look on her face. Though the work presented before her was quite irrelevant, it could easily have been done. However, she did not want an overly intellectual mind to grant her unwanted attention. But then again, an idiotic mind might come across as trying to hard as well. Regardless, it was the soundest move she could make. And for him to either underestimate, or overestimate her abilities were both beneficial. How was she going to achieve this? Fail the test horribly. On top of that, she’d also put on a show.

Thirteen and three-quarter minutes and she threw her head on her desk, letting her arms drop down at the top of it. She let out a depressed cry, acting as though the difficulty of the test was too much for her. A loud ‘Uugh’ stretched from her mouth. The Arrancar then raised her arm up tiredly.

“U-um… Miss… can I go to the bathroom or something?”

The woman who looked to be falling apart at the seams her very self turned to the woman who was actually much, much older with eyes of disappointment and regret. Why, oh why, didn’t she take that early retirement?

“Go ahead May, do as you please…”

Her words just seemed to drone out. Regardless, May, I mean Gramica got what she wanted. Now with a clear cut excuse to bail on the class, she could go about doing what she wanted.

A little over five minutes later and the Espada was lying back in the center of the school’s rooftop. She had her legs outstretched and separated, and her hands behind her head, cushioning it. She looked up at the sky with, her face dripping with exhaustion. She had been keeping up that tiresome charade throughout the entire day. A woman only had so much energetic behavior in her. She was plum tuckered out. The woman needed sometime to herself to think, to relax, and to wait. She was fairly certain that Tsukasa would make some excuse to come out and follow her, but then she’d just make some random comments about the beauty of the sky and that subject would drop. Ana would hopefully know that she is not meant to follow her own leader out and instead keep an eye on the other two that had come in with the suspicious man.

A relaxing sigh escaped her mouth as a calming breeze blew by her. It sure was nice to get out of that stuffy room into the warm summer breeze of Karakura Town. Who else might feel the same way?

[Mr. Butterfly]

While the scenario behind her played out with Gramica greeting the Tsukasa boy, Ana doodled under her name, acting like the student she was supposed to front - someone who give less than a damn about school. She sketched a small skull, feeling the writing utensil in her hand move about on the paper. Ana stopped, blinked at the realization that something more interesting than that was occurring elsewhere, and glanced behind her to see the new boy getting told by an over-eager Gramica that although Ana was putting on the front of the scary girl, she was actually very sweet. Ana's face resumed it's blank look, staring at Gramica in an annoyed fashion, as she figured the person she was meant to be would do.

Ana turned back to her doodling, but didn't get a chance to resume her small art - once again, she was missing something and her curiosity wouldn't let it go. She lazily cocked her head back a bit to catch a view of the new boy intimidating some other kid - Ana had seen the boy around Gramica occasionally, chatting her up. Well, his intimidation was certainly a unique one - she'd have to stow away that idea and save it, in case it needed to be used. The student left and Ana resumed her pencil marking. She listened boredly to the teacher, who was now telling them that now they had a test to take, and that she was in the list of kids who could make it up in case they failed. With Ana, it would be a major fail - she didn't know too much about the subject they would be tested on.

And about 10 minutes into the test, Ana rested her forehead on the desk, sighing. Well, if anything could beat her in the human world, it was the tests they had to take. Ana had answered the first few the best she could but after that headache she just guessed with the rest. While, to the rest of the class, it would have looked like she was sleeping, Ana was just checking room like usual. She tried to sense if anything of importance was nearby, then decided to give the new students a gander.

She lifted up her head groggily, acting like she was going to look at her test again, when suddenly she heard Gramica let out a sound before asking the old lady to go to the restroom. Bah, she's ditching. Anaklusmos realized that with Gramica gone temporarily to do whatever it was she was doing, Ana would have to keep an extra eye out. Ana stretched her arms out, yawning. From her stretch, she caught a glimpse of the Tsukasa boy, and as she laid her head back on her desk she tried to see if she could figure out anything about the girl in front of her . . . Nakamimi, was it? But she seemed like a normal girl . . . who hung out with the criminal family kid. Ana wondered what the girl would be doing with the guy. Maybe she was a distant relative? A lover? Someone who cleaned up the kid's messes? At any rate, Ana would have to wait to finish her examination of them, and try to see if she could find out about the big guy too.

Until then, she put her head right back down, staring out the window at the sky.

[GoldenKitten]

Yun sat in his chair awaiting his test though that was merely the outward image he put on, the actual thoughts about the test were minimal other than a perhaps childish wonder at what students learned in this age. What he was really thinking about were the people around him and more over the girl whom had already garnered his attention. Not because he was convinced of anything yet but because she was certainly giving off the strangest vibe so far, Yun briefly admitted how far-fetched it would have been to have found his target so quickly but it was not beyond the realm of possibility.

He was currently contemplating the laugh she had given when he had twisted the boys arm which at the time he had ignored, he of course realized there were multiple possible possibilities for such a reaction. The reason if she were a hollow or arrancar was obvious so he disqualified it instead attempting to think through the counter arguments, perhaps she had taken a liking to the person he played already or maybe she simply disliked this other boys affections and was glad to see him put in his place. Either element suggested that she was more intelligent than the ditsy personality she fronted and therein lay a more complicated choice. Either she was hiding how intelligent she was because she was an average girl who didn't want to be picked out as a nerd...or she was hiding it for other reasons, perhaps he could find out by seeing other displays of this innate intelligence in random events. As such he began wondering when the grades for the test would be posted, that would be a start, he would also come back for the documents on all the students in the school perhaps later that night. He could have just had his division copy them easily enough but such overt action would probably tip off their prey, it might have been suspicious at his appearance but far less so than if actual shinigami showed up.

Of course it bears mentioning that she was hardly his only suspect, other than her his mind had been listing details on a minimum of five other suspicious characters within the class. Regardless as he saw her coming down the aisle, handing out the test he knew somewhere in his gut that there was more to her than met the eye. His thoughts were doubly confirmed when she reached him, if nothing else she was interested as while she hadn't paid a bit of mind to anyone else she stopped and gave him a strange smile. He had learned his lesson before and now his actions were under tight reigns, he returned a similar smile and took the paper from her before she moved on, he could feel Katano wishing him a quick death with his eyes from across the room. He quickly reminded himself that this girl could simply be one of those that was attracted to guys who seemed dangerous, it wouldn't have been the first time he had seen it happen and so he continued not to judge, regardless his prejudice to this possibility was growing quickly. For the moment though he turned his attention to the test, he doubted he'd see much in the way of evidence while the class was quizzed...how wrong he was.

Upon looking the test over he immediately realized he couldn't possibly have failed this without immense amounts of alcohol and perhaps the loss of half his skull. The entirety of the answers flowed from his pen with the liquid grace of one who knows the answers almost by instinct. In the short time it took the girl next to him to make her little noise and make a request to move he had already put the finishing touches on 70% of the answers, he could feel a few eyes upon him though he imagined this was because most of them had hardly even moved through the first two or three answers while he scrawled at a consistent rate.

He faltered for a half a heart beat as “May” rose from her chair asking to be relieved, he only let his eyes follow her as much as anyones naturally would have out of involuntary impulse before looking back to his test, he inwardly cursed that he probably wouldn't be able to see her grade. He had the strangest feeling she intended for him to follow, it wasn't anything concrete but rather a fleeting idea he had. Of course he didn't even if that had been her intention, there was a clear cut difference between coming in like a sledgehammer but with a good excuse and this. If she were the one he was looking for his interest would be far to out of place for this and even if she weren't if the one did happen to be in this room his overly curious nature could point him out more than he already was. It annoyed him that her actions had done nothing more than add a point to the columns that already existed, she could be the one, she could be trying to get his attention because she was just interested or she could just be skipping. He made a mental note that he hadn't even considered the plausibility that she was actually going to the restroom though of course that owed itself to the wording she had used.

The class ambled on for what seemed like a millennium as Yun had long ago finished the test and now found himself viewing a class with relatively little in the way of goings on. This did cement one fact in his mind, it had been the girl and the girl alone who had bought suspicious action into this class, the moment she disappeared it was gone. Oh certainly a girl would have an odd motion here, he would hear a whisper from a boy there but none so outwardly obvious as May Lee...in fact disturbingly so. He was under no illusions that he was right, he could be pursuing the fabled unicorn here as she was almost to obvious too quickly, their target might have been blending in perfectly or might not even have been here. Though of course since this was the only class with openings if this individual had joined recently...as had May Lee he told himself...they would be in here. Regardless he had to go on what was available and that meant that for the time he had to observe her as best he could without seeming to interested for his own good. He was still thinking this when the period bell rang and his mind briefly came out of his reverie of contemplation. They were told by the old sensei what tomorrows assignment would be and to leave their tests on her desks as they left the room, Yun noted with rising tension that May had never come back. More mystery.

Yun did as the teacher had said and got up before everyone else, nobody seemed fit to complain so long as Desmae was charging down the row after him, Azuvala once more set out directly behind him. They left their tests on the desk, Yun normally would have found it amusing that Desmae's was practically blank and those he did answer were horribly wrong but right now his mind was elsewhere. As soon as they got outside of the room Azuvala broke off down the hall without a word to them, they had already made a plan before coming of how they would spend their days to best view the entire school at once. Today Azuvala would go to the cafeteria and read a book, then to the library and do the same before meeting up with them in the evening. Desmae on the other hand kept following him, it was to bad that they couldn't split up into three but it helped cement the image he was aiming for, for Desmae to follow and also he wouldn't have trusted the big mans observations anyway. Desmae was a brilliant line soldier but a detective he was not. As they made their way down the hall people cleared out before them even if they hadn't heard the stories yet as Desmae sent them an evil glare while Yun simply stuck his hands in his pockets and wandered the halls for a time until he found a bathroom.

He entered while Desmae proceeded to stand at the entrance and act exactly like a bouncer, forcing everyone to go to a different bathroom or wait until Yun was done. In truth Yun didn't have any such common urges as he entered the room he pulled out a cell-phone, it was in fact a spiritual phone but had been masked to look like a common, if expensive, brand of the real world. He called in to the division and they told him without having to ask (they had been instructed to tell him whether he called with silence or said something random so that he could check-in while in front of anyone) if anything had shown up but other than a few minor hollows nothing had shown itself and none of it had been anywhere near the school. Yun sighed and shrugged, it was not as if he had expected to find anything, he didn't bother telling them what he had found for he kept his own council and didn't want to take any longer than it would have to have used the bathroom anyway. He looked in the mirror and straightened both his hair and suit before pointing at himself with a sly grin while making a 'chk-chk' sound with his tongue, inwardly he groaned, some of this act was fun but the “cool” mannerisms were most certainly not.

By the time he headed back out to the main hall he found World War III about to start despite the short amount of time he had taken within. Several boys were attempting to make their way inside but Desmae was batting them all off like flies though as he had been instructed he didn't injure any of them though he did deliver some hard warning whacks. Still more stood back unwilling to test their luck against the giant but clearly angered, apparently the bathroom was a strongly desired destination after class. Yun reminded himself to do this at least once daily from now on, it was a good idea to keep up impressions and this was one of the strongest he could think of. Desmae moved out of the way as he came through without saying a word while the group gave Yun an evil look which he whole-heartedly ignored with perhaps the most conceited look of egotism he had shown all day as if he thought them all little better than fodder. He heard exclamations of displeasure but clearly most that had been in the class weren't quick to make a move on him and the others were dissuaded by Desmae, instead they simply began flooding into the bathroom while shooting dirty looks or comments. Yet for all of this he was certain he felt a more intense observation from the group than simple anger, he felt truly watched and he began surveying the crowd as best he could as it surged around him looking for the source...he had a feeling his plan hadn't worked quite like he had hoped in throwing off attention.

[Tagz]

Gra… erm… May Lee laid upon the rooftop, waiting, and waiting. If the man would show himself, it would become clear that he was there to observe her. If not, than he was simply an egotistical new student. Or… there was the possibility that he was more intelligent than she had given him credit for. But, due to her prejudice, she would not assume it to be a Shinigami. More or less, if he really was there to pursue her, then he’d be nothing more than a powered up human. To date, she has only met a handful of competent Shinigami. All of which were of high rankings. Even the Vice-Captain she had faced off with quite some time ago was barely stealthy, despite claiming to be from a stealth specializing division. Admittedly he was skilled though. As for Tsukasa, even if he were, by some chance a Shinigami, then he’d have to be of high-ranking too, or at least highly intelligence. Either one would be a larger problem than the Arrancar had predicted.

Before coming to the human realm, it would be clear that random flares of reiatsu would gain unwanted attention. However, she did not expect to inspire that fear into whichever group had sent their goons. And by ‘goons’ I mean their higher ups. There was something about them that was alarming her. But when she left the class Tsukasa did little to show more interest in the situation than anyone else. So she looked at the big oaf just before leaving. She did not so much look as she did keep on high alert as to his actions while her back was turned. Unfortunately the one who seemed like the weakest link was busy struggling on his test. She would have to make sure to pry him slightly into leaking information. Of course to do this, she’d have to get close to him. Taking attention away from Yun, even if it were just a little, could be very dangerous if her qualms happened to be true. So of course, this would be Ana’s job. High hopes would lead Gramica into believing that Ana would be able to come to these deductions on her own, but if not, than the two will easily find time to themselves for her to be instructed.

Nakamimi seemed more fragile, but much more intelligent than Botan. This meant that if she focused too much on her leader, than she would be able to find falter in her movements. Naturally this should be prevented. Most other Espada would surely have stepped out of their fleshy cages by now and called out their stalkers. But Gramica was much more subtle. Though she enjoyed a good battle every now and again, she would much rather watch it than partake in it. This had nothing to do with weakness or a pacifistic nature, she simply enjoyed observing. When one observes two fighting, or more preferably waging war, then one can see all sides of the inner psyche. How they use their pawns, their rooks, everything in order to gain victory over another. Or in a one-on-one match, how one uses their skills and assets and uses the opponent’s assets against them. It was all very thrilling. And on a side-note, it would hinder her own search from the all powerful Menos that she’d discovered.

The bell had rung and everyone was moving from their classes. The man hadn’t followed her out. This was more alarming than it was calming. Though the chances of him not being there for her at all had increased, so had the chances of him being more than a weakling on a search for another, which Gramica was certainly not. This made her weary. She had to pace her steps carefully. Though her ditzy persona would no doubt aid her, it would also give away her own level of intelligence should he think of her as the threat he was after. The woman knew exactly how to fix this problem. As this idea sparked in her head, a dark swirling hole of gaping nothingness opened up before her lying body. The Espada rose to her feet and stepped through. Meanwhile, Yun was moving down the hallway, towards the bathroom. Less than five minutes later, she emerged from the oblivion and straightened out her own clothing. Her buttoned up white dress shirt was now unwrinkled as she moved down to pat what invisible dust she saw on her plaid red miniskirt. Then she straightened out her plaid red tie and moved towards the door of the rooftop, aiming to go ‘bump into’ Yun.

Within moments, she was in the middle of the hallway watching her male peers as they were tossed around. She made to go giggle along with a few female peers before the show was over and Tsukasa emerged from doing his little business. Little to Gramica’s knowledge, it had more meanings to it than one. As soon as he emerged, he began moving, luckily in her direction. She looked on at the other males who gave dirty looks before walking into the washroom themselves. She and the three other girls continued their fit of giggling before Gramica slowly stopped and spoke to the man with a genuine smile of amusement gracing her face.

“HEEEY!!!!! TSUKASA!! I, May Lee, now take you, Goto Tsukasa, as my partner in crime. We shall raise all sorts of hell together. But first, you MUST JOIN ME IN THE ARCHERY CLUB!!!!!! YOU JUST GOTTAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The woman immediately took hold of her new classmate’s hand. The girls in the group she was currently with all had looks of terror in their eyes as they just expected the giant man to do something to Gramica. While on the other hand, she had no fear whatsoever. Average human or powered up one, she’d be able to cut him down without even needing her Resurrecctión form. Her lack of fear would no doubt be justified by her strong outgoing actions and perky behavior. As soon as she took hold of Tsukasa’s hand, she darted down the hallway in the direction of the archery club. As the two reached a less populated area of the school, archery was apparently unpopular in the school, she turned to the man whom she still held a light grip on and spoke.

“And you know, we have a Baseball game tomorrow. Anyone’s allowed to come. It’ll be fun, I promise you.”

Without waiting for a reply, though still expecting one, she continued on outside until they reached the range where they were immediately greeted by their math teacher.

“Ah, May, you’ve finally arrived. You’re ten minutes late you know. Oh, and who’s your new friend?”

Gramica gave the man a warm smile.

“This is Goto Tsukasa, a new student in my class.”

The man was taken aback upon hearing the boy’s name. A look of both surprise and fright was, within a moment’s time, whipped from his face and he gave the same warm smile the Arrancar had given him, to Yun. As he did this, a look of perplexity crossed the face of ‘May Lee’ as well. In all honesty, she did not know why everyone was so weary of the man. Maybe, whatever it was, it was also the cause of her very own suspicions. Gramica took this into note. However, as for the time being, she would press on with her investigations. Distancing him from his followers was the first move. If the large Botan had no problems with leaving the young boy out of his sight for even a moment, than it would mean that ‘Tsukasa’ was perfectly capable of handling whatever came his way. This idea would be further warranted by the way he so effortlessly tore apart both Katano’s ego and his arm. He was a dangerous man indeed, but she too would have been able to crush the boy with no effort as well. So to her, it was not a great feat.

The second was to test how far his physical capabilities extended. Clearly he had brute strength. If he accepted her gesture to participate in the baseball game, she would find his agility and stamina levels as well. If all her assumptions were correct, he had already demonstrated a high level of intelligence. Now was his marksmanship. Gramica herself was an incredible shot. Especially in her Resurrecctión, she was incredibly skilled at hitting a far target with exceeding accuracy and prowess. If he was just as skilled as her, either he specialized in that area as she did, or he was simply a perfectly rounded God. Now… which was more likely? To best the Goddess of Marksmanship, Speed, and Stealth in her specified areas and all others… or simply one out of three? She was quite famed for all three genres of military combat, and as the Fifth Espada, rarely surpassed in any. It would be nice to meat a human who was just as capable in at least one of the three fields.

With her same cheery visage, she began speaking. However, it was milder now than it had ever been in Tsukasa’s presence. This would undoubtedly be perceived as happy memories of a late mother troubling a saddened girl, perfectly justifying her change in moods.

“My mom, she’s incredibly skilled at archery. In fact, when she wasn’t making me clean the house, I was forced to shoot at various targets. It got to the point that I loved it myself and would practice even outside of the outrageous schedule my mother had me on. My old school didn’t have a club for this; luckily my mother had a place like this in our very backyard.”

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The entire time Gramica told her tale of white lies; she strapped up and moved towards the bows and arrows. She picked out a particular one, clearly the one she had used before since it had the name “May Lee” etched into it. She grabbed a bow out of a holster near her. Putting it in place, she pulled back quite a ways and fired the arrow.

“As much as I practiced it before, I began practicing even more after her death.”

As she continued to speak, she grabbed a second arrow and pulled it farther back than she had the first. This sent it flying off with an intense force that the first one was lacking.

“So now I’m like a divinity in the art.”

Now, her words slowly trailed out, seemingly slowing down time along with it. This accented on the destruction of the first arrow. As the second shot ripped through the first, it shattered it. It was broken up into an abundance of large and small splinters that was sent outwards in all directions. The assorted pieces fell everywhere along the grassy floor. The arrow head itself, was sent downwards, digging into the ground until it was about halfway covered. With the first shot now thoroughly obliterated, the second arrow speedily drove on until it dug a third of its own body into the dead center of the target, hitting the nail on the head. This is a quite literal reference. The target was pinned to a large, rolled up haystack. There was a nail in all for corners, and just to be a bitch, on in the exact center of centers. This nail was pushed passed the paper and deep into the haystack. Won’t that be difficult to find?

Satisfied with her shot, Gramica lowered her bow and turned to face Yun with a cheery smile so warm, it could melt the core of the coldest of coldhearted killers. She then extended the bow, intending for him to grab it.

“Here, you try.”

She said softly before stepping out of the way for the man to take his aim. She was very eager to see how he faired, in both his shot and his test scores. She’d be sure to go check his scores. Hopefully, someone had handed hers in, seeing as she left it on the table without returning for it.[/center]

[GoldenKitten]

Yun found that he was not surprised in the least to find out who it had been watching him. Warning bells like little screaming monsters in the back of his skull told him that her attention was bordering and perhaps beyond average at this point but he also had to remember girls were like that. The way she had come looking for him he couldn't help but feel that she had intended for him to follow back during the class, he felt he could see a sort of seething annoyance behind the cheery facade but he put it behind him. The girl once more reached out for him but this time he ignored the horrified stares of the other girls around them in favor of waving Desmae off who had once more been approaching, he to was clearly more unnerved by her constant attentions now. He let the girl take him where she would without fighting back to much though he kept his own pace and didn't let her drag him. Perhaps she intended to take him somewhere to take part in archery like she claimed, or perhaps she was the one and suspected him and planned to find out, either way exposing himself early was foolish so he let her lead him. He however did realize that if she were the one then his careful plan to join the school had all been for naught and he was already suspected, the only good part about that was that she would also expose herself in the process of trying to figure him out.

As they wandered the hall he found nothing odd about her manner but he studied her anyway while noting that they were wandering into a less populated area, inside he prepared for the worst. Then in a rather startling declaration, though he kept his surprise to a minimum in more of an interested look, she spoke about the baseball game before pulling on him again. Either she wasn't the one he was looking for or she was proving more tactful than he had initially thought, if he could find evidence of true intelligence within her his theories would be supplemented. Though he thought she might be looking for a response he only shrugged with his free arm at the moment as if he wasn't sure.

Before long they broke out into the back of the school and soon found the archery coach, he might have been another teacher but Yun was not yet aware of this. He was introduced via the girl and made no attempt to do so himself maintaining a relatively unwavering disposition until they were once more on their way. Still within sight of the range but far enough away from the other students as not to cause a stir Yun waved Desmae off and the large man simply stood back and watched. Admittedly a giant watching you from across the field might have been even creepier for some than having him in their midst, but Yun was seeing if not having him around would get the girl to perhaps admit more innocent motives that might decrease his suspicions.

He watched as she plucked a bow up and began her sob story, even if it was true it didn't bother him to much, after all death was his job and so long as the woman had followed the right track she had not in fact ever died. However what came next was both unexpected and on some suspicious level expected of her, the first because it was inhuman the second because she was already his prime suspect in but the short time he had been here. With a look of concentration that he placed beyond her supposed years and an unnatural calming in her voice that bespoke her natural personality she let loose an arrow followed shortly by another which shattered the first mid-flight. He supposed there were some humans with such skill but he imagined they were few and far between and had spiritual energy aiding them...so that was either her case, or she was something more. In the future he would look back on this and realize he should have confronted her then, after all if he had been wrong it wouldn't have hurt anyone and of course he wouldn't have been wrong, but at the time he had convinced himself that revealing his position too early could have alerted whoever might have been his target.

When she was done she held out the bow to Yun and after a moment of thought he took it. It was a rough hewn thing, he had been an archer in life and had of course continued his training through all of his after life and he could tell this was a sub-par bow. It was made to look like a copy of the type of simple bow that existed during his own living era but the design spoke of mass-production and not the lovingly handcrafted death machine he had once owned, nor the one he latter had made in Soul Society. Of course such things were minuscule when you had his skill, especially at this range but his natural observant and perfectionist tendencies took note. He now took his thoughts to how he should perform, obviously his alter-ego Tsukasa was one that would opt for no less than perfection but that wasn't really what he was concerned about. Perfection was one thing but the question was how he should achieve it, should he outright crush her or should he perhaps try something a bit more...evil? Thinking the matter over he decided he would attempt to irk her, to bring out a response and perhaps give him more information on what lay behind those oft-cheery eyes. Simply being as good as her might be easy to play off for her but if she was more than she seemed and he elevated her winners spirit before crushing those dreams he might get to catch a glimpse of something more. The greater his suspicions the more he attempted such feats, it might have made him a bit of a jackass but if this person was his enemy what did it matter?

Taking aim with the first arrow he took an odd stance that clearly wasn't that taught in most archery classes, however a learned individual on the subject would realize it was still an accepted underhanded hold by most archery experts. He released the first arrow and it glided along its path impacting roughly two centimeters from the arrow May Lee had landed. Most would have considered that quite excellent and most of those who had been watching the new kid let out exclamations of pleasant surprise and applause. Yun took another arrow and let it fly with learned precision so that it sunk directly in between his first arrow and where the girls arrow had hit dead-center. Everything was going as planned and he let off a shrug while bearing a mild smirk as he retrieved a third arrow.

“Oh my...well I have been neglecting my practice...” He sighed before turning around and aiming again but this time he held the bow in an overhanded grip.

He let his final arrow fly and an old eye, one who had seen many projectiles take there trajectory could already see what was happening and Yun let off a click with his tongue in an arrogant manner. Cutting in a mild arc, not an exaggerated one obviously as that would be impossible but rather by no more than an inch during the flight path the arrow came in with cleaving properties from the left side of the line of arrows. It entered the hay and then first cut his first shot off along the shaft, it immediately hit the second one cleaving right where the arrowhead was penetrated by the shaft and the hit May's arrowhead dead on forcing it to the side and fracturing the shaft in the process causing it to fall limply in the haystack. Both arrows stayed in the same spot and in fact May was still the technical winner as the shot entered the hay at a point that would have given him no more points than the previous two. However from a shot perspective and to the eye of a skilled archer the shot was obviously the better of the bunch and a clear insult, nobody could have mistaken it for luck and yet Yun held his hands out in another shrug searching the sky for nothing in particular with an amused look on his face.

“Ah, sorry about that, just luck, just luck...not a very good shot anyway you did much better May Lee. As for baseball like you were speaking before...ehhh...not my thing.” He used the girls name for the first time, trying to illicit a further response, now to see what the girl did.

[Mr. Butterfly]

Anaklusmos was busy twirling one of her bangs around her finger in an attempt to distract herself - or put up the image of being distracted. The Fraccion was still doing a scan of the new students, not a severe as when she had started but Ana was not going to let something slip by. It was undeniable that Grami - er, May Lee - had wanted her to keep an eye on them for the remainder of the time that her master couldn't. And so, she was trying to be sneaky with her movements, whether it was staring into the wall over the Nakamimi girl's shoulder or laying her head down for a few minutes to take the occasional sideways glance at the Tsukasa boy - though she stopped doing this, for she felt that he would end up knowing. Ana couldn't put her finger on it but this boy wasn't like the others, he didn't seem to be motivated by the usual hormones or need to get into a great school or even to boredly push through life. But as Ana tried to watch him one last time - a last ditch effort - the bell rang. So Anaklusmos snatched her test in a grumpy manner, and trudged to the desk to turn it in. She placed it on the stack of tests and then peered out the door as she left. She spotted the Nakamimi girl, remembered that according to her schedule this was her lunch period and that the girl was heading in the direction of the lunch room, and followed.

She entered to lunch room, looked around briefly, and decided to reinforce her cover story a bit while one of the targets she was to be following was here. She bent her head to the right, saw a smaller boy - from a lower grade, some kid who blended right in with the others since he was so bland - and her hand found her shoulder. She stopped him in mid walk before she pulled him back, pinning him to the wall with one hand. Ana put pressure behind her hand, not too much but enough to suggest to the dumbfounded boy he wasn't going anywhere. Ana put on an annoyed look, her red eyes looking at him in an expectant way.

"Hey. I need lunch money. You don't look like you've had food today. So give."

The boy's response was a bit stammered. This kid had lived his entire life in monotony, just passing through with an average family, an average school life and what would one day be an average death. But today he got singled out - for bullying purposes. The teen tried to sink into her shirt, one of his hands slowly gripping Ana's wrist, in a feeble attempt to get her off.

"B-but, I'm so hungry and I need nutrition and . . ."

The boy soon learned that that was an unsatisfactory answer, as Ana pushed a bit harder, cutting him off and holding her other hand out expectantly while the boy forked over his current pocket change that would buy him food. Satisfied, she let him go, and he sank to the floor, squirming on the floor before getting to his hands and knees and shuffling away faster than one would think he could move. She resumed life - the one she was pretending to still have - and got into the line. The people that cared about what happened tried to stay an extra step away from the one new predator the school had.

One delicious meal later, combined with few peeks at the girl that all turned uneventful since all she did was read, Anaklusmos was roaming the halls, on the way to her Shogi club meeting. She would have preferred to follow Nakamimi, but she caught an eye of her going through the library door and Anaklusmos had no business being in there at the moment. So she found the classroom in which the Shogi players had founded the club, and still played today. The club wasn't the biggest in the school, having about 13 members - 14, including Ana. One of the senior members looked up from his current game as she entered.

"Ah, Ms Itsuwaru. Nice to see you've shown up again today. You just don't strike me as the type to always be on time . . . regardless, you can see if someone has an open match today, or just chat with the others like before. Witnessing some of our games is a benefit as well. "

Ana nodded, a greeted some of the others that waved at her with a generic greeting of uninterested . . . uninterest. She took an empty chair and sat in it backwards, resting her arms on the top of the chair, peering at the game between the two senior students that were having rivalry issues. They were good players, and it actually command her interest. She would guess their moves, anticipate, and about 80% of the time Anaklusmos would get it right. This was how she spent her club life currently - but for a few seconds her mind wandered to Gramica, trying to figure out what she was doing. Searching for her reiatsu would be useless, as the gigai they were using rendered that finding technique obsolete.

[Tagz]

Deductions were being made. Clearly he was either unfeeling and couldn’t care less about the woman having to live life without the watchful eye of a caring mother at such a young age, or he was a Death God, a.k.a. a Shinigami. But, a Shinigami wouldn’t be so cold to Katano would one? Unless, he was forcing himself to be cruel to off set the idea that he was one, instead of an over powered rat amongst mice, as been said earlier. Or maybe, he was just naturally cruel like that and the bars held on him in Soul Society no longer restricted him, so now he would go about as he pleased. If this were the case, it would be much more troubling than a simple side force made by pathetic humans who thought that their mere decades of living surpassed the decades that Gramica and her comrades have lived, and the centuries they have not.

Upon giving him the bow, Tsukasa took his time, clearly examining his situation. He was no doubt contemplating how he should go about making his performance. For him to have so much control over his aim that he could be fickle about it only said more to the fact that he had taken part in their classes to observe the actions of the Espada whose mere presence disturbed the Soul Society. What a troublesome group they were. She had been in the area for several days now and hasn’t taken the life of any humans or disturbed whatever sad wandering lives any pluses were living. No, she was merely on the search for one of her own kind. Sure it was to strengthen her small stronghold, but still, that was her right to do, right? Damned Shinigami were meddling just as they always did. At this point, Gramica assumed that the man she was accompanying was one of them. Judging from his intellect and incredibly weakened skills, he was no doubt of high stature. This would be very troubling in deed. However, she had previously set things in motion as to find out whether or not he was a Shinigami and not just some snot nosed brat with a few tricks up his sleeve trying to rile her.

Tsukasa finally managed to decide upon a tactic and proceeded to fire his first arrow. It was a pretty decent shot that gained him some praises, but nothing compared to the amazing work of art Gramica had completed before him. His second shot was obviously meant to be placed between the two, showing incredible skill, and a devious mind as to not show her up immediately. Instead, he chose to place an arrogant smirk across the woman’s face before whipping it completely off with his final shot. This one had a slight curve to it. It tore through his first shot, then his second. Finally, it penetrated the haystack, hitting Gramica’s and causing it to tilt to the side and the ends to fall limply. The entire procedure was a fucking insult. The first shot and the second were only the building insults. The final one might as well been skipped and a big “FUCK YOU” stamped on the woman’s forehead. Naturally that is what the man was aiming for. Quite the bitch movement if you asked me. And as if he hadn’t insulted her enough, he claimed it was all luck when and actually had the audacity to compliment her when even the buffoons that were around them could tell that it was intentional.

May Lee was an incredibly perky individual and would be ecstatic to find someone as skilled as she. However, the inner, darker Gramica was extremely, extremely enraged. An inner battle conflicted between the two. May Lee, the one who wanted to praise Tsukasa wholeheartedly had to face off against the much more influential Gramica who wanted nothing short of chopping Yun’s head off and feeding it to the Hollow she was searching for. In the meantime, her outward appearance was that of annoyance. Nothing drastic mind you, but still annoyed. And an idiot would easily see into the inner depths of her mind and catch a peek at the intense struggle going on between the nature of the woman, and the personage she was trying to achieve. In the end, it could only be called a draw.

“You’re a meenie, you know that? You hit beside it, twice. But that wasn’t enough now was it? I’m very proud of my shot, thank you very much. I don’t need farce lies to comfort me, even though that’s clearly not your intention.”

She spoke with an exceptionally foul taste of bitterness lingering off her voice. She started off trying to sound like the childish girl she was trying to portray, but slipped up near the end. Gramica let out a sigh. There was absolutely nothing she could do at this point. Of course she could destroy the haystack, several trees, and half the Cliffside behind them with a single arrow, but that’d be illogical, would it not? She’d have to let it go, despite how difficult it was for the proud being known as… May Lee? Either way, what had to be done, had to be done. So now she was walking off. She had her believable cheery smile on as she left, and waved in the air with her back turned towards her club members. She was no longer in the mood for archery, the reason was clear. Plus, she had seen his capabilities. Who else could’ve made that shot if not her or another powerful spirit? And earlier deductions allowed her mind to play with the idea that he was a Shinigami out of all the other souls in the worlds. This was very troubling indeed. Regardless, she’d most likely be able to slice up any feeble Shinigami sent her way. The trouble would start if the man interfered with her search for her Hollow. Though this Menos should be able to handle even mid-level Shinigami with relative ease, he was most likely a high ranking officer, and still likely, a Captain. If her Menos was capable of defeating a Captain, while still being a Menos, he just might be a bit too powerful for Gramica’s tastes. After all, being cut down by your subordinate is the highest form of mockery imaginable.

The woman sauntered down the hall, contemplating and conniving. How in the world would she keep this man off her back long enough for her to get the job done? Once the being was safely by her side, she could have him and Ana do away with these meddling Shinigami. Honestly, why do they feel the need to poke their noses where it does not belong? Ignorance, it was sheer ignorance. My how wonderful it’d be when she did not have to parade around the high school watching over her shoulder for someone who was disgusted by her simple existence and did not stand for her presence. Has it been mentioned how ignorant Shinigami were? Still, it was nice to finally be back at high school after what felt like centuries *cough* and more over, it was nice to be outside the desolate wastelands that were the plains of Hueco Mundo.

Eventually May Lee was at the entrance of her class. Lunch had gone by relatively quick and she was one of the first to return. Seating near the front of the class was what appeared to be a little girl. She was quite pretty actually. Well rounded face, decent facial features, and a body that was slightly lacking in… umm… “umph”, but overall, a really pretty girl. However, Gramica had more important things in mind than their new classmate… new classmate? Damn, they just pour in like a swarm of bees, don’t they? First were Ana, then her, than Tsukasa and his entourage, and now her? A sadistic smile graced the woman’s features for a brief moment as she imagined her rickety old sensei’s reaction to this new event. However, just as quickly as it came, it disappeared. The woman continued her stroll into the class, giving the girl a cheery smile and a welcome as she moved by to her seat. Immediately after doing so, she slumped down into her chair and let out a groan.

“Damn school is boring… I can’t wait to out for the day. I’ll probably eat the convenience store clean out.”

A slight giggle escaped the Chinese transfer student.

“Hi, I’m May Lee. I moved to this class a little while ago so it really wouldn’t be wise to ask me for the goings on of the lesson plans and whatnot. Anyhow, what might your name be? I’m sure a pretty girl like you has a pretty name to boot? Am I right? I’m right aren’t I?”

The woman continued to giggle after making her comments.

[GoldenKitten]

Yun bore his vile grin the entire time the girl was within sight as she trotted off in barely concealed anger. He heard voices behind him of the few others who had been spending their lunch period practicing, some were of distaste at the boys one-upmanship, others were excited someone as skilled as the girl was joining and Yun cared neither way. The moment she disappeared around the corner the faux smile dropped from his face and soon the others began moving out, likely wishing to get at least some food before time was up. But again Yun could hardly trouble himself with the petty concerns his body required, he had all the sustenance he needed in easily consumed pill form should his body ever feel the need.

More importantly though his plan had worked, it had worked so well he almost couldn’t believe it and in fact still had doubts. But that was the way a suspicious mind worked, it would never be satisfied even when all the proof you could give it had been handed over. Of course he was all but certain, the girls skill, her obvious facade, the fact that her emotions were clearly not aimed at attracting him, her barely concealed anger and pride, her interest in him and her overall demeanor, he’d have to have been blinder than Desmae not to see it. Of course like any detective he could spot a billion holes in each of these and he did but the decision was based on a cumulative effect, sure one piece of evidence alone could be easily dismissed but together it painted an ever growing picture of wholeness. This was the girl the one they were looking for, there was barely any percentage of doubt and they had found her so quickly this could be nothing but a victory. She might have suspected them, she might even have decided what they were but given that she hadn’t attacked perhaps she yet had plans. Yun didn’t care for her plans though, it was all but a certainty and being wrong would cost them little since they had this school on lockdown though nobody would have guessed it. He and his companions would eliminate her the moment they could separate her from the pack of innocent civilians, even he couldn’t cover that up if it went wrong…well, ok, he could but one mistake and it would end up looking even worse for that reason.

Desmae made his way up to his captain with a quizzical look, Yun was sure the man had realized what was happening as though he might not have caught every little snippet only an idiot would have missed the big points, Yun didn’t work with complete idiots. Regardless he saw slight reassurance in his underlings face when he shot him a slight smile, not the wry barely hidden evil smiles of Tsukasa but the mild-mannered smirk that would occasionally caress the captain’s features when things went better than could be hoped. Desmae smartly said nothing for they could still be under observation and simply fell behind his leader as he had before. It was not until they had made their way back into the building and found an obviously empty hallway with doors on both ends where their voices would not carry that Yun turned to his follower. He spoke but for the first time today bore none of the razor-sharp sarcasm that had laced the rest of his words, these were instead the words of one used to giving orders.

“Locate…Nakamimi, tell her we will deal with the problem after school.” He made a slight wave with his hand as he made the statement, he still didn’t speak Azuvala’s name just in case.

His massive follower made a deep bow but even though it irked Yun a bit it was not so out of place with the persona he had chosen. He of course realized that keeping it up was relatively pointless now but he preferred to be safe in the case of the unexpected and more over they at least needed to keep it up till the afternoon so as few humans as possible would get caught up in the matter. He wasn’t sure how strong “May Lee” was; she certainly hadn’t been the smartest individual but the fact that she had the patience and willpower to hide out in this place suggested something above the common hollow rabble. It was in a classic phrase, “Better safe than sorry”. So after watching Desmae trot down the hall and disappear through the doors he to followed at a slower pace, he realized going without his follower broke with his image slightly but even if he wasn’t already made which he imagined an unlikelihood he could always play it off as the man simply doing some small errand for him. So Yun wandered the halls once more though this time he did it solely to waste the period before he could return to class, at one point he called in the girl’s appearance to the Crypt so that if she attempted to run his squads would take her down. However he never received any messages that she made such an attempt and eventually the bell signaling the end of the lunch period rang, so being not very far from the class he wandered back wondering how his “classmate” would treat him from hereon out.

However just as he was about to walk around the doorway into what appeared to still be a relatively empty class he stopped in his tracks and waited out of site. He heard the enthused voice of May Lee, at first he thought he might catch her saying something but it soon became apparent she had her cheery mask on. He was once more about to round the corner when another voice came out and he found himself unable to control his facial expressions as they dropped into pure fury. The unexpected he had prepared for just in case had come.

The voice first giggled back, “T-thank you!” It exclaimed loudly, “I’m Hana Tensuu…I know, it’s a cliché name right?!” She…or should I say he, said while giggling, Yun honestly doubted the change in last name was required since Hana was hardly the most well known member of Soul Society, few enemies would have known more than the captains, but he was thankful for the precaution anyhow, “But…but this school can’t be so boring can it?” Hana’s last comment sounded well and truly worried…Yun couldn’t decide if the other shinigami was just feeding on his natural personality as an extrovert or was just a better actor than himself, perhaps a bit of both?

Yun was slightly angry at his own men for not catching the intruder but he realized how crafty this foe could be, moreover he was not particularly angry at the one inside for he was just following orders, he was however furious with Minoru the Captain of what amounted to his rival division. Did that man not understand what he was trying to do here? That he needed to simply crush his enemy and be on his way? No doubt Hana was here to study the hollow that was acting strangely and taking shelter amongst humans but to do so when his team had already taken control was insulting. The real anger though came from the fact that he had intended to go take the girl down after school, with only his teams eyes on the matter a mistake was forgivable and would go no further than those present, he doubted it would be a mistake but precautions were necessary. However now that the able eyes of his rivals (and he had learned Hana’s eyes were more able than they first appeared) were on him making such a mistake could be infinitely detrimental. It wouldn’t be the end of his division of course but it would prove to equal allot of paperwork and some dirty looks from his fellow captains. The slightly radical side within him, no doubt the one that had born the aspect of his zanpaktou known as Chaos wanted to go in and pull the little tranny’s pants down to expose his little secret to the world. For Yun knew the boys unknown past and true identity from an account he would rather not think back on, however he once more calmed himself and reminded his inner mind that it was not in fact Hana who was to blame nor would getting angry do anything more than blow what little remained of the false civility between them in the middle of a highly populated area. Plus, having something to hold over the head of one of his rivals most senior members came in handy from time to time and blowing it out of anger was silly. So after pulling his emotions into reserve once more he straightened his jacket and walked into the room, bearing his mild malicious grin once more and only giving Hana a moments gaze as was appropriate for a newcomer…if he was going to be held back by Hana’s appearance he was at least going to make use of the boy and having him found out wouldn’t do.

Calling Hana “decent” must have been some deep-seated jealousy in Gramica’s soul that the arrancar no doubt would have denied had it ever been called out. For Hana was not decent, he was not even pretty; he was the epitome of what it was to be spectacularly and unabashedly beautiful. He was dainty and adorable in form, pleasant and charming in personality and to use a cultural term was the real life equivalent of the embodiment of moe. Of course he himself was to humble and kind to ever say so and that was half of what was so attractive about him. He knew he was pretty but did not rely on it (most of the time) and did not flaunt it over others and so beyond the normal following he would have garnered anyway he had an even greater one for these reasons. Hell, he had to sneak out of the 12th division barracks just to get here without what amounted to his fan club or “guardians” as they called themselves, trying to interfere with him coming here alone. Of course Hana had no idea Gramica had thought this but the fact still stood, more over today Hana was even prettier than usual having actually been ordered to fit in with the class instead of being force to run to and fro like a normal day.

The young boy, or really the young girl as far as everything visible about him was concerned was a petite thing with his gigai being a perfectly proportioned copy of his normal self. His silver hair with the lightest touch of baby blue was let down into braided tails framing either side of his face with two more in the back, today he had stuck a large robins-egg blue bow in the back. He sported the average female students outfit with a white shirt and a plaid skirt that matched the color of his bow but included white squares. Over the white shirt he had a similarly colored smock-dress that had frilly edges and hooked over his shoulders via spaghetti straps. Despite his happy face his violet eyes cast across everything with a lazy glow, they did not however look out of place they simply looked calm and serene. He carried a large royal purple backpack that looked stuffed full to the brink of popping open.

Hana currently had his arms behind his back and was skipping from one foot to the other while standing near May Lee. He turned his head slightly and his light hair rippled like a curtain in the wind, he looked at the man who despite the difference in age of this gigai was clearly Captain Saigotschuu Yun and smiled while waving, as he did everyone who came in before or after this. He was extremely excited, though he was here on a mission it had been quite some time since he had been able to act as he wished. So far he had no leads so there was no reason to go out of his way looking around, unlike the captain he was not a suspicious or paranoid sort and so would let the information come to him in time instead of trying to provoke it out of anyone. Plus he had been ordered by Minoru to observe the situation and gather data, not to actually find the Hollow and eliminate or run it out. That a hollow would live amongst humans was an extreme oddity and deserved study, after all who knew what its motives were? If they better understood that perhaps they could make something of it, and if nothing else they could use that information to possibly find others using the human population as cover.

Hana was far more discreet than Yun but he occasionally viewed the man for a split-second and noticed an odd pattern. The captain was almost constantly keeping tabs on May Lee, oh sure he was doing it with care not to be caught but since Hana was basically facing the man with his back to the front of the class he could see his actions clearer than anybody else. He doubted that the captain would care about a human, could this girl have been one of his suspects already? Hana hadn’t got that vibe but then he hadn’t known this girl for long, he also had to take in to consideration that he was not going to be outwardly antagonizing anyone into showing up so the captain could have gotten responses he would not. He would keep this in mind but for now simply kept acting excited to be here and talking with the girl in front of him. In time more and more students piled into the classroom, he greeted every one of them with a ‘hello’ and a wave and more than a few boys and even a couple girls found themselves blushing. Azuvala and Desmae came in eventually but Azuvala seemed to do a very good job of hiding her recognition and Desmae had never even seen Hana before so he just gave his usual intimidating glare and passed on by. By the time the teacher arrived all the students had entered and a small following had already formed around Hana, however it quickly dispersed upon the teacher coming in.

The old hag, though of course these were not Hana’s thoughts as he liked everyone, but rather the general thoughts of the class, waddled in carrying a big cup of coffee and a stern gaze. She looked Hana over for a moment him being the only one still standing in the class but probably figuring him for a straggler from another class didn’t say anything yet. The woman took a giant swig out of her mug while looking down at a piece of paper that had been placed there since her departure. Before she could swallow her eyes bulged and she looked out of the corner of her eyes at Hana once more but this time with a horrified glare. She dropped the cup to the table that miraculously landed, spun on its rim several times and then sat still without sending coffee everywhere. This was however made up by the fact that she herself sent out a massive stream of the black liquid coating two revolted males in the first row in two day old coffee and old woman spittle. Hana and the rest of the class stared at her in shock while she slowly sunk to her seat, trembling and whispering to herself.

“Again?! This isn’t possible! What have I done to deserve this oh Mr. Principal? What have I done oh gods of fate? What have I done?!!!” The woman collapsed into a pile on her desk, it seemed like she was quietly sobbing to herself.

Finally recovering from the surprise Hana slowly reached out toward the woman with a worried look and asked, “U..um sensei, are you ok?”

The old teacher rose from her position and stared straight through Hana, some part of her seemed appeased that this one at least didn’t appear to be a psycho. After a long time of just staring in which Hana grew increasingly uncomfortable she finally spoke in her usual harsh tone, “I’m fine. Just tell them your name and find a seat already, I’ve got a class to teach and no cruel student assignment officer is going to deter me, no sir!”

“Oooo----kkkk…” Hana said briefly still bearing a look of worry but eventually turning around to the class, he raised his hand to his breast and spoke softly with a kind smile on his face, “My name is Hana Tensuu, my family just arrived from Ikuno after my father got promoted, please take care of me!” He cocked his head slightly and gave a smile that could have melted anyone into a puddle of incoherent babbling on the spot; you could practically see the film lens sparkle effect surround him.

Hana started to move forward and take a seat when he noticed the obvious fact that there were none left. He turned around to say this but as he started no less than seven boys shot to their feet offering him a place, it was like 12th division all over again, two of them were even the boy’s covered in coffee, Hana decided those were not the chairs for him. He looked around and quickly noticed one of them was sitting directly in front of the captain, he also noted that the captain was sitting right next to May Lee, his suspicions grew. He did note that as he approached the boy in front of the captain didn’t appear to be giving his seat up out of infatuation but instead looked rather uncomfortable where he was, he wondered what lie the captain had told but didn’t worry about it. He grabbed the boy’s arm and circled around him thanking him, he watched in worry as the boy walked over to a nearby wall and sat down but ironically it appeared the boys demeanor immediately improved in his new location. He heard the other boys grumble at their loss and a few seemed to be pointing frantically at the captain in some sort of silent warning but Hana pretended to be completely oblivious. Admitted his personality was so bubbly he might have been half oblivious naturally, but at the same time he wasn’t stupid and was observant enough to catch on to what was happening quickly enough.

Hana sat in his seat and waved at everyone around him including Yun and when he got to May Lee he waved for an especially long time, on the flip side he was pretty certain Yun was subconsciously glaring at him though to all the others it probably looked like his usual neutral stare. He then brought his backpack up and began opening it, meanwhile the teacher got up and got ready to speak but before she could begin she was interrupted by a loud cry.

“NOOOOO!!! SERGEANT FLUFFERS!!!”

In the blink of an eye Hana had jumped off of his chair after a brown mass that had fallen under Ana’s desk and was on the ground. He shoved the front half of his body under the desk not even caring that he was basically sticking his face in the girls lap while he grasped at the item. Meanwhile completely unbeknownst to him, or possibly completely known his short skirt lifted as he crawled down exposing his white panties to the other side of the class, sending half of them rocketing across the room with unstoppable nose bleeds. Hana eventually found the object, grabbed it and jumped back up holding a stuffed kiwi-bird high above his head while victory music played in the background. He brought it down to his face and hugged it while looking out at the class, all who were looking at him for one reason or another.

“This is Sergeant Fluffers, kiwi-birds are my favorite!” He turned bright red while saying this but still had a huge smile on his face while he turned his upper body back and forth like he was swooning.

To his side now Yun watched with unerring precision and was admittedly impressed by what he saw. Hana was many times better than him at this, certainly he had gotten his answer but he had given himself away in the process. The boy was not needed at this point in time but he was struck by the uses he could have found for him had he been a member of his own division. He was an obstacle now but this events intent was clear to Yun though only because he was a shinigami and here for a similiar reason. Hana had engaged in this ridiculous display to gauge the reactions of those around him, however he had introduced himself in such a way that it fit perfectly and did nothing more to give himself away. He would have to watch Hana closely, they might technically have been on the same side but they had different missions and Hana was more intelligent that he at first seemed, regardless Yun was determined he would find some way to make use of the boy even if it was unbeknownst to the 12th division member.

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((ooc: I apologize for having replied so very late, it was very kind of you all to leave me a spot for so long! I'm just keeping this post short, I don't want to start up anything in the past, so I'll simply enlighten as to her general position.))

Azuvala had entered with the other, elder shinigami, in a gigai that was far from uncomfortable. Her appearance was as comfortable as she could ask for, especially with her tendency to be more conservative in her style of dress, even if it was a tad more expensive then she was used to. Her hair was pinned in a tight bun high out of her eyes, which were covered by thick glasses that accounted for a slight farsightedness her gigai had been adapted to have. She would have none of those problems in terms of forgetting to wear glasses she had no real use in wearing or seeing things she should be able to see.

She didn't mind much for her captain choosing to introduce them and even if she did, knew better then to complain. The only real problem throughout the beginning of the class was one of the other high school student's jump for her captain. It made her tense slightly, though she she smoothly covered her slight surprise with a blank stare and a move with her hand to adjust her glasses. She easily passed of for boring and obscure without trying- more so because of the flashy and more interesting individuals she had entered with. No one seemed to notice her especially, and she made no move to draw attention to herself.

"Kaedi Nakamimi" sat through the class like a normal student, listening in a normal manner to the teacher and completing the test with little problem. She allowed herself a few careless mistakes for good measure, keeping it in range of an B. It hadn't been as long for her from now and the time she had been alive in comparison to the others, and she already looked like she was the correct age to be in high school besides. It just wasn't right for a student who just joined the class to get a perfect score, or so she believed.

When class was over, she left for the cafeteria, breaking off from the group as they had predetermined earlier. She bought a bottle of water at one of the vending machines with some pocket change and found herself a seat. She set the bottle down on the table she was sitting at and pulled out a plain, everyday book. Only once did she look up during the course of her reading, and that was to take in the scene of one of the other female students from her class extracting money from another male student, something she disdained but didn't react to. There was no need to pretend she was completely absorbed in her book- she truly was, and she only looked up after she reached a chapter she had already planned to stop at before it was time to go to class.

In her current position, Azuvala was taking in the general atmosphere of the school, trying not to make too many assumptions or theories. It would be better to trust her instincts in a mission like this. If it came to finding something, she could focus more particularly on doing so with a low and boring profile. And besides, she was the least experienced of the group and more prone to slip up, so keeping with her normal tendencies was safer then attempting to put on a facade to get close to the enemy.

When she approached the library, she was pleased. Plenty of reading material. She found herself a seat close to the entrance and pulled out a different book this time, one that she knew she wouldn't be as absorbed in. There was no need to be absorbed in a book at a library, what with people studying and slipping back and forth their own projects and assignments. She kept her ears open as she read, listening to her surroundings. For being such a quiet place, libraries were often perfectly good sources of local gossip. After only a few minutes, she heard a small group of female students in one of the corners of the room not far from her discussing the arrival of the new transfer students. Largely discussing her captain, Goto Tsukasa, with another part of the conversation dedicated to Botan. She was touched when they actually bothered to add a sentence on "the brunette with the thick glasses" before they continued their conversation to the possibility of a pop quiz in math later in the day.

Azuvala didn't expect to hear anything else of interest for the rest of the period, but was pleasantly surprised as she was putting her books away in her bag and picking up her portfolio. She heard a rather interesting, most likely exaggerated, story about the new transfer student and one of the students in the class having some sort of small archery competition. "May Lee", apparently the most talented archer known to the school, had challenged and lost against Goto Tsukasa, though in a strange way she should have won, though Goto was recognized as the clear winner. Azuvala quirked her eyebrows slightly at this as she picked up her portfolio to return to class a little early. It would be easier to observe everyone entering.

As she was walking to go to class, she was stopped by Desmae in a hallway adjoining a noisy hallway inhabited with boisterous students chatting and sharing gossip. He enlightened her with a short message about their mission before disappearing again, leaving her satisfied as she continued on to class. When she reached the classroom, only one person was present, and it appeared to be someone that hadn't been there earlier in the day. Perhaps a late arrival? She pondered abstractly. Azuvala strode to her seat and sat down, waiting to see the rest of the class enter. A few students filtered in, including "May Lee", which made her remember again the conversation she had overheard earlier. She listened to the girl's banter and continued watching as the class filed in.

“Again?! This isn’t possible! What have I done to deserve this oh Mr. Principal? What have I done oh gods of fate? What have I done?!!!”

Azuvala couldn't help but watch with some pity as the teacher collapsed on her desk. She rose again, staring for a few moments at the student, who eventually introduced herself. Hana Tensuu... She pondered slightly. She seemed familiar, but with the numerous faces she was getting used to, she couldn't place the girl's face. She was extremely pretty and delicate looking, and Azuvala almost felt like she could see into the minds of some of the boys in the class who were no doubt drooling. What she did catch from her position at the front of the room, was that the girl made a few extremely discreet glances in the direction of her captain. Well, that wasn't surprising in itself, but what was surprising was her ability to do it so well. She went to her seat, and things almost continued before the girl's next performance. Azuvala could not help but think it as such, being another girl, but was amused by how easily it sent the same boys across the room, most likely drowning in the amount of blood they were losing through their noses.

"Kaedi Nakamimi" returned to looking at her work, there being little more she could observe from her position and little else she could do but to act normally. The thing to look forward to was the end of class...

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The girl began giggling as well. Gramica loathed the persona she had chosen. The hyperactive and perky May Lee was beginning to get on her nerves, and now, she found a girl who was just as perky, maybe even worse. Regardless, the Arrancar bore the energized grin and happy-go-lucky aura of the average high school transfer student, May Lee. One of Tsukasa’s goons had already been found her seat, but was given no extra attention. The long-haired woman listened as Hana spoke, stating her name. She then cried out in what was most likely true fear.

“But… but this school can’t be so boring, can it?”

Gramica shook her head violently.

“NO!! NO IT’S NOT!!!”

The girl began grinning widely.

“You can join the archery club! You know, I don’t wanna toot my own horn, but I was the number one archer in the class”

To Gramica’s luck, her ‘bully’ had finally rejoined the class.

“Until he showed up…”

The woman gave him a single glance before jerking her head away in a pout, refusing to look at him. The bitterness in her voice was clear as crystal. She then softened up and slouched low in her seat. Her pout disappeared and she had a gloomy depressed look. The other students continued to pile in as the grunt of them gawked at the attractive newcomer. May Lee would begin conversing with a few girls around her. Soon enough the class was full and the teacher made her entrance. The gawking classmates quickly made their seats and the pretty girl was ignored. Deep-seated jealousies are a bitch. The old woman sat down, sipped on her coffee, and… spit it out? What a waste. But then again, Gramica couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the misfortune of a couple of her classmates. The poor boys had to cope with wet seats, old coffee, and old woman spittle. It did not pay to be so close to such a repulsive woman.

The young girl informed the class on her reason for being here as well as her name. She then gave the sweetest smile one could possibly see. It even warmed the heart of the advanced Hollow Gramica. The girl then proceeded to take a seat. Suddenly, a bunch of love struck boys jumped out of their seats to allow her a place to sit. The girl glided across the room, spun around along with another male, and gracefully took her seat, impressive. Hana waved at everyone around her, especially May Lee. Why? Who knows? It was most likely because she was the first and currently only person to have exchanged a few sentences with her. Gramica pleasantly smiled back before turning her attention to the teacher who was about to speak. Suddenly…

“NOOOOO!!! SERGEANT FLUFFERS!!!”

A brown object had jumped out of her bag and ran under Ana’s desk. Gramica was interested in seeing how her Fraccion would react to this. She was supposed to act like a bully, how would she treat the delicate little Hana? And better yet, how would the delicate Hana react? The only thing that would prevent this would be a swarm of boys coming to Hana’s aid. However, the young girl immediately extracted her item and raised it high into the air triumphantly. Gramica couldn’t help but giggle once again at the masses that were sent flying back for the brief moment that the girl’s panties were exposed. The Espada leaned forward in her chair and pressed her elbows on the desk, supporting herself by pushing down on her forearms. This girl would was quite interesting, but she had larger problems on her mind. This man who was discreetly breathing down her neck needed to be dealt with. How was she going to go about it? It was clear he was no ordinary human, worse yet, it was had become clear that she wasn’t either. Her main suspicion was that he was a Shinigami. Though there were other possibilities that were less troublesome it was always wise to plan for the worst and hope for the best. This meant that she couldn’t flat out kill this one, because that would bring in more reinforcements. He also proved himself to be smarter, and more skilled than the average Shinigami imbecile. What to do, what to do… ?