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Yamoto couldn't help but laugh at Alex's last statement. "The is no real reason you are here. You think you would be a fitting member of squad 2, but I think squad 5 could serve you better. Also I am interested in seeing an assassin style kido user. Every one else here is either a person who thinks the zanpakuto is a barbaric weapon and just uses kido, or they use both the zanpakuto and kido, but do it like a brute. A true kido master combines Haduko and Kido to make attacks beautiful, but deadly at the same time. That is why you are here. You will be trained to use reiatsu to make your body a lethal weapon and on top of that you will become a skilled kido user. Now if don't like this you could just leave, but if you want to see what I am talking about I could show you through a demonstration."

"Well I see you are very eager, but I would rather not blow up my office area, so if we could move this to the training grounds that would be better." Yamoto sighed as he turned around and began to walk back into his office. "I just need to get one thing." The captain walked through the threshold of the room and into the clutter that was his office. There were papers everywhere, and Yamoto really couldn't ever find a thing in here. "Damn I really wished I had a vice captain right now." Yamoto smiled as he thought about the reaction a new vice captain would have about cleaning up this entire mess. "Oh well now not the time for that, now where are you?" The shinigami searched the entire room high and low for a short period of time, but couldn't find what he was looking for. "If I were a zanpakuto where would I hide." Yamoto scanned the room looking for the answer, and suddenly his eyes stopped dead on a large wooden cabinet that blended in with the wooden walls around it. "Ah yes that is where I put you." The captain opened the doors of the storage container to find his zanpakuto , and various other things such as scrolls and two or three training zanpakuto. The captain grabbed his blade and mounted it on his left side. "Now this I cannever forget." The captain hadn't worn his zanpakuto in a while, seeing as Yamoto hadn't gotten serious in a battle for quite a while.

"This girl may be new, but she is a lot tougher than any other recruit I have ever seen come out of the academy." Yamoto walked out of his office and back to see the rather angry face of Alex looking at him. "Shall we go?"


(I apologize for the short post before. It was Halo Reach's fault)

The morning was indeed young, the dew just starting to settle on the grass and cherry blossoms to give the squad grounds a soft but brilliant look to it. Actually, had it not been for the fact that he rarely slept past the early morning Kenshin would have thought he was asleep. The scene looked almost as if he had stepped into a painting with the sun just barely cresting over the trees tops and roofs to buildings. "I wonder if he remembers me." His voice was little more then a fearful whisper as he looked up at the captain's office. It had been almost six years to the day since he had seen the man that resided in this office. Six years to the day since he was viciously beaten by a group of teenagers and saved, he assumed, by the man. Six years to the day since he had been admitted to the shinigami academy and his life changed.

It had been a quiet day in the Rukongai. Even the thugs seemed to have taken the day off, leaving the frail child to enjoy his moment of relative peace. Sighing he walked into the afternoon sun. He had to squint his eyes, the glare coming off of his remarkably pale skin burning his abnormal eyes. 'I guess I should try and find some food...' It seemed as though that was one of the only things he thought about lately; eating and staying out of peoples' way. Kenshin stayed to the shadows as he walked, hair over his eyes incase he had come across anyone. Unfortunately the day soon took a turn for the worse as seven large teenagers spotted him.

"What in the hell are you doing here, Freak?" One of them shouted at him as he took the lead. "I thought we told you that you were to stay away from here." The closer the pack leader got, the more he rose his voice. All of them looked alike; facial features close enough to make them related. Suddenly the sun didn't seem to shine so bright, the colors dulling with the growing animosity in the air. "Leave." This time the voice came from somewhere in the back, the rest of the men calling out jeers in agreement.

First a single push, then another and another. They were tossing Kenshin this way and that, oblivious to the damage that they were actually doing; bruises already forming underneath the worn cape that he wore as a covering. "Please stop..." His voice was weak and filled with pain. It never ended. No matter how many times he ran, they caught up. No matter how many times he tried to hide, they found him. It was sad really. When he looked around he saw just how strong souls were; how he was supposed to be but wasn't. Another hard push and he was on the ground. He felt something snap and a familiar pain surge through his system. Tears started to roll down his alabaster cheeks.

"Hey look! The freak is crying you guys." One of the boys called, his laughter ringing out like a hyena's cackle. "Give 'em what he deserves!" Another one called and all seven moved in on him. Soon the group split into two sections; one that insisted on kicking the child, the other that firmly believed on getting on one knee to hit him. When they heard his pleas for mercy they only laughed harder and continued their beat down. Soon their hands were well coated with the little boy's blood.

It seemed as though the teenagers weren't going to quit. As it was he would have to rely on luck for someone to find him and heal him. "Stop..." His voice was little more then a whisper. "Stop.." It sounded as though he was gargling with his own blood. "Stop!" Closing his eyes he yelled as loudly as he could, imagining the three men kneeling beside him with their arms locked behind their backs. In a pulse of energy the young boy got his wish, a slightly opaque wrapping of violet energy strapping their limbs to their sides. Then it all stopped. Looking up he saw three of them teens rolling on the ground as they tried to release themselves from the binding wrap. They were shouting obscenities at the others but the four which had been kicking him didn't budge. Then Kenshin's vision started to blur, the last image he saw clearly was a man dressed in odd clothing for the Runkongai. "Who... who are you?" He managed to get the question out, but faded away before he could get an answer.

Kenshin hadn't seen the man since that day, but had come to find out later that his name was Yamoto Shiboo, a captain in the thirteen court guards. He often wondered what had happened that day after he faded off into a blissful state of unconsciousness but it was as if the thugs had disappeared, and what little time he had outside of the academy was spent training so he could pass his tests or looking for the men that attacked him that day. Now that he was standing before the fifth division captain's office though, he worried if he would regret asking what happened. He walked slowly to the door, knocking twice before waiting for an answer. 'I hope he's here.'

Timidly the boy pushed the door open, stepped over the threshold and walked in to his new captain's office. Standing at three feet and nine inches he was just over the average height for an office desk. "Hello Captain Shiboo." His voice was low, almost fearful, as he bowed and momentarily disappeared behind the desk. "My name is Tachibana, Kenshin; I'm one of your new recruits. It's a pleasure to finally be able to meet you. I'm not sure if you remember or not, but we've come across one another once before." His eyes twinkled from behind the hood of his cloak. "A few years back in the Rukongai, before I was admitted to the academy, I was caught between a rock and a hard place of sorts." He looked towards the ground as the memories came flooding back. They were fuzzy, and somewhat out of place, but the main idea was still there. "I don't remember much from that day. Just that a few of the local teenagers wanted me gone, and were planning on making it permanent. The last thing I can remember is you, Captain." Rubbing the back of his neck he finally realized how creepy he probably sounded, but in those years the mad had become somewhat of an idol of his.

Proceeding to look at the ground and hold his fingers that were now swelling he waited for a response. Anything really, just something to break the awkward silence. His tanto silently swung from left to right in front of him.

Yamoto smiled as he heard the young boy's story. "Ah so that is why I found your picture so familiar." Yamoto hadn't had just been promoted to the rank of captain around that time, so he had preferred to walk around on patrol in just a regular shinigami uniform. He was doing a routine inspection of one of the district when he noticed a couple teenagers beating a rather small boy. The captain knocked out each of the attacker rather easily, and took the small boy to the local healer. The captain felt bad as he never gone back to check on the kid, but since the boy was standing in front of the captain right he guessed it work out for the best. "Well Kenshin it is a pleasure to welcome to squad 5, and I see your have from your report you are very skilled in kido, but the report also say you are rather shy and timid when it comes to other forms of combat." Before Yamoto could say anything else his second recruit popped out from behind Kenshin.

It was like the two recruits were the polar opposites when it came to personality. Akemi's energy couldn't be contained in the captain office and probably the rest of squad 5's perimeter either. The captain couldn't help but laugh at the antics of the girl and how uncomfortable Kenshin was getting. This should work out well. The girl then begin to address Yamoto directly. "Boo-Sensei? Well it's not normal, but what the hell a new nickname might be fun." Yamoto tried to keep his eyes focused on the girl face as he had noticed that her skit wasn't adjusted properly and revealing her panties. He also noticed that Kenshin was was now getting flashed by the same spectacle he was seeing. He sighed with relief as the girl noticed her wardrobe mishap and quickly fixed it. "Akemi welcome to squad 5."

The captain laughed as he stood up to address both new shinigami. "Well now that we have gotten introductions out of the way, please feel free to ask me any question?"

"Yes you do have the right squad. Please come in."

The feeling that Kenshin had wash over him was reminiscent of prey being stalked. Just as he turned his head to look at who was behind him he was encompassed in a foreign embrace. Unbeknownst to the woman behind him small welts were surely forming underneath his shihakusho, bruises outlining where her arms wrapped around him. Kenshin cleared his throat while doing his best to hide the pain now shooting up and down his arms. "Ex... excuse me Miss..." He managed to speak around her attempts to shove the lollipop into his mouth. Reaching up to grab the sucker he winced as he stretched the new colorations of his skin. "Uh... thank you..." He whispered, looking down towards his feet. 'Great... another super hyper person. This is going to be like the academy all over again...' Once the thought and memories passed he looked up, coming nearly face to rump with the other new recruit, Akemi. After looking away and nearly joking on his gift he managed to find the words he was looking for, " Erm... Akemi... your underwe..." but by the time he had spoken she had adjusted her skirt, fixing the malfunction, and making Kenshin wonder if he had indeed seen what he did.

Kenshin nodded. 'Timid would be putting it lightly.' He thought, speaking up to explain things more clearly for his new captain. "While I guess you could put it that way, it'd be more truthful to say that I'm cautious of the other combat forms more then I am timid or shy of them. You see... I have a disease called Osteogenesis Imperfecta, and a severe enough case of it that hand to hand combat is all but out of the question as is swinging any form of weaponry." His barely audible voice perfectly matched his soft demeanor. Looking between Akemi and the Captain he spoke up, "Well, I guess I should ask where we will be staying. Are we rooming in barracks, or will we be assigned private rooms?" He asked, looking over at the new comer, wondering if he, too, was a new recruit.