Secret Garden [Closed]

Chie was walking through the garden of the academy grounds, bringing back memories of her time there. She distracted herself by taking the notebook out from underneath her Shihakushō, something she was glad to be wearing. She never really liked the academy, as it brought back painful memories of her time with her old friends. She looked down unto her silver bracelet and shed a tear as she was recalling the first person to ever try and be there for her no matter what, but stopped herself by remembering the purpose of her visit. She opened her red notebook and read what she needed to know.

"Kahōmono Moriya, lazy student showing no sign of desire to be a shinigami, give a speech to prevent him from getting on the radar of the authorities."

That made her chuckle, her old teacher asked her to encourage a student to be a shinigami when she herself was actually a shinigami but unsure of wanting to be one. She sighed as she put the notebook away, while still walking around. It was bad enough this student was caught, but his teacher was offering him a second chance, she was only here because she was told that her former friend had a debt that needed to be repaid. She walked slowly, unable to see the student in question, stopped for a second and closed her eyes to focus. Trying to find a student's Reiatsu was difficult to narrow down in the seireitei, but there was no other around, she found a particular signature alone. She sighed as she walked towards the source.

As she walked she felt reassured, she knew that given her past few assignments this would be her most difficult, seeing as how she would seem extremely hypocritical. She stopped at a corner and looked over her shoulder to see a slender femininely male figure wearing nothing but a backless top and a blue hakama. She was told the student was in here and no one else, she sighed as she walked up towards him deciding to start off with a 'bad cop' routine. She put up her typical dull emotionless act while feeling odd about not having anything to honestly fear.

"Kahōmono Moriya, I am Chie kira, I am a shinigami skilled in Bakudo so do not bother running. Your teacher has been aware of your activities for quite some time, he has sent for me. I am not here to kill you unless you try to kill me, so don't bother. Don't worry, your friends didn't sell you out to me, otherwise they'd not be around-"

Like most of her other acts this one broke but she cut herself off calmly as she just tried to break off into a new sentence, trying to believe her own act as she was going on.

"Look, I here ya wanna split from the academy, but it ain't all that bad, I wanted to do the same thing but look how I turned out. I get combat might not be your thing, but there is more to being a shinigami than combat. There are perks to being a shinigami, so tell me, why do you wanna leave?"

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The tone of her voice made the pretty boy stop from his training. Lowering his arms down and turned to face the woman approaching towards him. A cutie was the first word that comes to mind. Long black hair tied up in a ponytail, perhaps too long for Moriya’s taste. Through his trained eyes, her uniform inflated her form. He knows that she got that curves inside that baggy clothes. Another reason why he disliked their uniform, it hides so much of their beauty. He felt the urge to stretch his arms, starting with his right as his left locked on by the bicep. Her mannerism, her expression, everything about her seems rather off. Sure, he was caught but why the speech?

Maybe she wasn’t aware of the fact that he’s – shock, horror – does not know that he was bunking. Jokes aside, he could tell just from her emotionless facade that she was putting it on. The biggest thing that gives away the typical stern, emotionless expression is their eyes. There’s still an elegant twinkle in her eyes that betrayed her demeanour. Resting his right hand on his hip and his left dangling loosely, brushing his hand against the wide hakama, Moriya was facing her. She droned on and on, something about ‘splitting’ and ‘there are perks of being a shinigami’, but really. The more she talks, the more he’s utterly convinced that she’s putting on a show. Just as she finished, Moriya let out a beaming smile, tiling his head as his warming amber pupils gazed upon her.

“What makes you think I want to kill you” the air around him oozes in confidence, something that Chie is lacking, “what makes you think I want to use Bakudo on you – Do you even know if I am trained with Bakudo or not?” He presses his right open palm against his chest, touching the soft, smooth fabrics of his top. “What makes you think I have friends? Acquaintances, sure, but I don’t believe I have any friends?” He pauses for a moment, looking at the stoic woman. The real question is this: is she really willing to attack him if he would make a drastic step? Although he valued his swordplay, but doesn’t fancy his chances of fighting a graduated Shinigami, timid or no, it’d be like kicking an unattended bag in the street, you never know what’s inside that may tick.

“What makes you think I want to leave?” He amused himself with a simple glance at his Academy worn Hakama. Personally he wanted a red one, but teachers were awfully uptight and stringent with their colour/gender coding. If he had a little make up and he could be the perfect flat chested idol. His own mind fuelled the beaming grin and returned his gaze back to the visitor. “You think I don’t like combat?” To be fair, she was not wrong. Moriya doesn’t like fighting, don’t get him wrong, he likes a little sparring and a friendly competition, but the last time he used his sword in anger was years ago. No. Moriya would be content with peace, “You’re right. I’m not really a fan of fighting in anger. It's wrong of you to assume you got me down to a T. If you wish to know, come on over!"  He jerked he head back ever so slightly, indicating her to come closer. Talking loud is no good for ones' voice, "I can help you liven yourself up! It’s no good looking all stoics and empty, I see that type of face from prostitutes who were forced to be involved in the seedy industry.”

After all that, he suddenly becomes interested with her. She might hold some interesting tales or gossips about the daily life in Seireitei. With a empowering smile and with an extended of hand at her, an entrance to what may be a long lasting friendship, he verbally thrown a curve ball, wondering just how she would react, either good or bad, it doesn’t bother him. When it comes to socialising, it’s better to piss caution to the wind than to be reserved. That way you’ll know who exactly your friends are and who’s your enemy would be.

“Pleased to meet you, my name is Kahōmono Moriya, and I would like to be your friend!” He spoke with an air of confidence - with innocence perhaps. His Whimsical voice travels through the air at a right decibel, hopefully providing enough pleasantries to spark her with a positive and happy response.

Or so he wish.

Chie moved from emotionless to angry in a heartbeat at the mention of the word prostitute. She raised an eyebrow "first off, are you comparing me to a prostitute, second off, when was the last time comparing a woman superior to your skills a prostitute ever done you good. Third, I don't need a fashion update...." and sighed as she rubbed her forehead. She realized that this guy might be gay, which is why he can judge her fashion and freely use the word prostitute. She shrugged and decided to walk over to closer to Moriya, but stopped after hearing the familiar voice of Asatsuyu. 

"He seems like he needs to leave a closet, or two, I don't think you need to exercise caution as much as you do with actual shinigami, look at him, you could take him out without my assistance." and Chie stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder "Really, now you chip in your opinion, you really have quite the sense of time. I think you could do with a bit less meditation.." and realized the awkwardness of talking to her sword in front of company. She returned to focus on Moriya, "sorry about that, you know how it is, annoying Zanpakuto-- oh... wait, that's still an asauchi isn't it? anyways sometimes an Asauchi is better than a zanpakuto, you don't have to worry about these interruptions." she sighed as she regained her focus. 

She started to try and lead the subject into a new direction, as the topic of Zanpakuto can be a touchy subject between Shinigami and students, as there is always the question shinigami dread to answer, 'when will my Asauchi turn into a Zanpakuto'. She started to drone off "so.... uh.... " until it hit her, the reason why she came, she decided to bait him into a new discussion, "so, what division do you wish to join, you seem like a third or fourth division, those don't require combat experience to have a lasting and good career in. And don't be discouraged about the third, you don't need to be a Kaido master to be in the third, they have alternative professions such as relief support for the Rukongai. Or you could be an archivist in any of the divisions, don't recommend the second for that though."

After each word she felt wose and worse, she was being quite the hypocrite. She was trying to assure that being a shinigami was great, but she was feeling less and less sure about her own well as she was reconsidering being a shinigami.

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Moriya sighed and refrained from rolling his eyes at the sight of her bickering with her imaginary friend. With a soft, sharp tap of his straightened out fingertips on his forehead above his left eyebrow and his right arm wrapping around his chest. Moriya does have issues with people who don’t pay attention. Unhinged Shinigami, he would dub them. If people lack the ability to listen to someone, what is their use? How can they be useful to the military might of Seireitei? Why would they want to instil incompetence to their ranks? She starts rambling on about Zanpakuto and Asauchi – something that Moriya caught attention to, wait - was that a hint of poorly moulded sass? He couldn’t help but lightly chuckled by that. He heard better sassy response from a Parrot and its one of many programmed responses.

At least he managed to tear down her blanket wall of blank emotions, even if it was the wrong emotions that he evoked.

“Oh my, did you cherry pick a word that sparked a reaction? I said, ‘I see that type of face from prostitutes who were forced to be involved in this seedy industry,” he let out a curt grin, deserving for people who deliberately skipped the beat. Although her name means wisdom, he’s struggling to see the wits that she’s supposed to ooze. However, she is right on one occasion; an Asauchi can be equal to Zanpakuto. After all, it is a sword designed to fatally cut down foes, but she is ultimately wrong when it comes to difference between a Zanpakuto and Asauchi. Their power is unrivalled, he knows that. All these hours listening to his teacher on the sword and its power – the extension of one’s soul, but he never felt it.

He didn’t care if he wanted it.

He’s confident with his own swordsmanship to vanquish his enemy; he doesn’t need this 'Partner' to gain a clear advantage, why would he? The beautiful Moriya shifts his posture, resting his arms on his hips and tilts his head at the strange, seemingly power-hungry Chie as she inches closer into a normal speaking range – good. He’s tired of raising his voice, only for the listener to care about the single word.

He disliked those sorts of people – arrogant, uptight snobby nosed with penchant of belief that simply being powerful means better rank. If that’s how Seireitei runs, then he would wonder if they’re any different than Hollows?However, her new on-the-spot question gave him a brief thought.

What squad would be perfect for him? It’s a nice hypothetical question, what squad would he sees himself being part of? A subtle step/lean back, pretending to be knocked back by her delivery of the question before standing upright with a nod.

“Third squad sounds like a nice squad to be part of. I’m not that smart to be a fourth and as you claimed, not skilled enough to be part of second or fifth squad.”

Ha. Oh how he wished he didn’t ask her to be his friend. A lesson that he should learn: Shinigami are not like the residents of Rukongai.

They are much worse than he thought.

Chie sighed as she started to grow annoyed with this student. She began to realize why he is such a bother that she was brought back her, she decided to play this out by acting. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and opened them, looking at Moriya with some sign of life in there, and began to speak in a depressed tone.

"Look, I was unsure of myself when I was a student, I even tried to walk out the front door and disappear back into the faceless masses, but I stuck through with it and I made it to being a Shinigami. Stop putting yourself down, and stop comparing women to prostitutes, seriously, the majority of the seated officers are women, including two captain level shinigami, learn to respect women before you get something worse than a zanpakuto through the eye and surviving." She tried to stomach her own act as much as she could, but eventually she was conflicting inside.

After realizing she was practically shooting a duck with an unloaded gun with the safety on, she decided that there was only one way to get the potential of this student to show, to bring it up by force. She dreaded the idea of fighting for that reason, but Moriya has proven it to be rather difficult. She closed her eyes and took a breath, taking in the situation at hand.

After opening her eyes she jumped back and she pointed her index finger and middle finger of her right hand at Moriya generating a yellow spark, as she said the words "Bakudō #61. Rikujōkōrō" and the light on her fingers disappeared. Meanwhile six thin and wide beams of light came towards Moriya from all directions, to seal him in that place where he stands. She spoke as if she was trying to hold back a panic attack as she tried to maintain her demeanor.

"Now... we can talk without interruption, I am not in the mood, it is bad enough I had to come to this place of haunting memories for me so I am already annoyed as it is. You seem to try to avoid being a shinigami, why? What's your deal, tell me so I can get out of here as soon as possible!"

Chie didn't like resorting to violence, but she made two arguments to give herself piece. One was that Bakudo was more defensive and strategic in nature, and that she was using an an interrogation technique. She knew that as good as this guy was, he could not escape a sixties level kido.

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Crazy women are like sitting on a passenger seat of a convertible sport car at a speed – wind pulling your face and ruining hairs. This Shinigami – no, this mental case not only has a hard on for blank expression, but must have wax leaking out of her ears as she had failed to pay attention to every word he said. Her lack of social understanding and a single track mind further question the validity of passing grade of Academy students. He knows that he’s underperforming, but if the passing bar is that low then trouble would be screaming through the door of captain commander’s psyche.

Maybe he should become a Shinigami, become a captain and change the academy and set the bar high enough to allow inspiring and groomed trainee. The last thing he wants is an army of stupid incept, socially challenged Shinigami-to-be who think it is perfectly acceptable to abuse their positon against someone who is below them. He looked at the woman in question, Chie – listened to her - her depressive monotonous tone of hers gives off a further hints it is more to her mental issues.

“Is this the reason why she’s acting like this, her ability to simply ignore what he was saying?”
He wanted to say something, but he knew that it would be – as usual – falls in deaf ears. Slipping back to the faceless mass, stop comparing women to prostitutes, Moriya began to wonder if she has problem with men. He lightly shrugs, shaking his head with a warm smile.

His smile would soon took a knock as Chie Kira, the fully fledged Shinigami made another reckless’ action. With a flick of her hand, weaving her finger before pointing at the radiant flower of 61st District and vocalized her Bakudou.

Bakudou #61, Rikujōkōrō – a full bind technique, designed to stop the target in place, and it would’ve worked if he doesn’t know what it does. A lesson in bakudo was enough for him to be aware of its existence, the only problem is that he only know that six flat beam of light is fast approaching, threatening to rob him of his freedom.

This was an act of war, an action that should never be taken lightly and yet she does so wantonly.
He exhales, the hot air spews out from his smiling lips. Concentration looms over his cheery demeanour as he plots for his course of action. He does not want to get trapped, definitely when it is not a training nor in a safe environment. His right hand was hovering over his lacquered leather of his grip but not before brushing the piece of cloth that shelters the blade from the weather part-way. His sense attuned, already he can sense the approach of four, no five light that threaten his freedom.

She is about to witness his beauty. His movement and posture shifted, the flash of his shining steel reveals itself like an angry Rottweiler bearing its maws. The sound of the blade whistles as it grates against the sheath. Moriya the expert swordsman extended his sword arm and with a flick of his wrist, one flat light dispatched, split cleanly in a vertical manner. He swiftly responded with a single foot forward and a shift of his posture, catching the other two beaming light that was screaming towards him and cleanly rendered it worthless. The sensible side of him would demand him to evade the other, but his pride denies it. He drastically shifts his posture, turning around to deal with the remaining three, all of which were done in a one single motion. His entire defensive dance was done swiftly - dazzling yet brief but he is not done yet. His expression soured, switched off with utter contempt for retaliation. The distance covered between him and Chie in a blink of an eye, ready to unfurl his flashing light of death to incompetence, nothing in the world can stop him from ending he-

clap…clap…clap…clap

A dry, smack of claps reverbed throughout his mind enough to snap him out of his trance, he glances at her for a moment before standing down. He brushed away a small trail of his stray bang and flashed his warm smile.

“you were so beautiful, my sweet prince. Oh, I just wanted to eat you up!”

A feminine voice, unfamiliar to him cooed to the young swordsman, his smile quaked; he felt mildly cringed from the stranger loitering in his mind.

“I think it is good time for you to make your leave, Chie Kira. For my offer of friendship has been revoked. It is obvious that you refused to listen to me and you have expressed very little desire of being here in the first place. So do yourself a favour and find something that you want to do.”

Cringed perhaps, but glad that this voice stopped him from ending the conversation with a bloodbath.

Chie was bothered, but was struggling to determine exactly what, as it was a number of things. For starters being misinformed of this recruit's capabilities as self esteem was far from it, this one was just too free spirited to join a militaristic government structure. Another thing was that she had an outburst, although it could be perceived as hostile, it was a mere binding technique, pretty much just to prevent running away. After a brief moment she realized that she was just stressed from the memories of a lack of purpose as soon as the recruit flash stepped to in front of her. 

She quickly reached for her own zanpakuto and was about to draw it but she saw the confusion that broke his demeanor, and that cringe. She figured he was having a sexist thought about being beat by a woman as she was about to draw the blade, but yet again halted by the typical condescending voice of her Zanpakuto. 

"Hold on a second, think this through rationally."

Chie sighed and let go of the hilt not even drawing a millimeter. Briefly ignoring Moriya for a second she looked over her shoulder at the blade's hilt with a puzzled expression. "You really don't like to be drawn even the slightest do you? Than again your not an 'attacking Zanpakuto' so makes sense. What now? Let me guess, you sense another Zanpakuto you incredibly dislike for a random reason like Kiri-Hana?"

"Close actually, look at this recruit, I presume you think he flinched because he had played some scenario out in his mind correct? Well in truth that is also not entirely incorrect either. Remember how a Shinigami's grip on their blade changes after communication with their Zanpakuto spirit, look at his thumb and middle finger. He may have heard his spirits voice, meaning your efforts aren't in vain, actually the opposite, you forced stress to start a communication. I figured that he didn't have an Asauchi, he's too, skilled not to have a spirit. But that spirit is not as open to communication as other Zanpakuto, probably due to the lack of synchronicity. On any note, you may have succeeded, depending on the spirit it may keep him in line to become a proper Shinigami, now's the time to take your leave."

As Asatsuyu was talking Chie moved her gaze to Moriya's wrist and noted what was referred to, she didn't exactly agree with the logic as she hardly noted any difference, but she accepted there was a minor variation. She looked at Moriya in the eyes as she decided to wrap things up.

"Alright, I'll make my leave, as I believe my work here is done, I'll simply report to your teacher progress was made, but in truth I guess that is what happened, as I think you two are beginning to get to speaking terms. And for their sake I hope they're not a woman, given how sexist your social skills came off I fear what would happen if you didn't shape up your gentlemanly traits." 

Chie turned around and started to walk off but stopped. 

"As for why I am still a Shinigami, after seemingly having no reason to stay..."

Chie drew her sword and stabbed it into the ground. She traced her fingers along the vine pattern of the tsuba as she said her last piece.

"It is because of this blade, this blade proves two things to me, the first is that I am still here, and the second is that I can make a difference. I have no interest in being a Shinigami, but I have my goal to help the suffering, regardless if I loose my power, I am still here and I will keep my goals till the end. That is what I want to do, and that is what is my resolve."

She the proceeded to lift the blade out of the ground and restore it to her sheath as she walked away from the scene.


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