Wind's Calling

Prologue

She didn't know how she got control of herself but she remembered the conversations she had to have with herself. Was that all it took? She looked about at the white sands and their jutting black structures. It took her a moment as she stood up to remember what got her to this wasteland to begin with. She grit her teeth but then smiled softly, putting her head back to stare at the constant night.
She would think of that argument constantly, even as she found her way out of Hueco Mundo and into the living world. It had led her to leave her grandfather that night and right into the hands of her experimenter. Now she didn't know what she was, even as the human friends she made treated her like any one of them. It made blending in easy but hiding away her spiritual pressure was becoming harder and harder. She wanted to use it, to go back to training tirelessly.
A fleeting wish that she shook off as she placed the desk down and fixed her uniform. Being a normal human was mundane and boring her. She stopped short of grabbing her bag, the presence of someone watching making her skin crawl. She placed her hands on the back of the seat, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as it drew closer and into the room. "I can sense you, what do you want," she asked quietly. It was a second before she actually heard the footsteps.
They stopped next to her as she opened her eyes, "I am the lieutenant of squad one in the 13 Court Guard Squads. I have come to give you the summons of Captain Yamamoto."
(Y/n) flinched at the name, not used to hearing it after taking her false last name, "I refuse."
"You- what," (Y/n) stared at the lavender haired man in glasses, stepping up to him with her bag in her hand.
"I refuse," she repeated. "There is no reason for me to return there. So you can tell him I said no."
"He knew you would," the man grabbed her shoulders. He flinched back as the back of (Y/n)'s uniform tore open. She had only seen the technique once and she didn't know when she mastered it in the time she was blacked out. "You know Shunko?"
"I said no, so leave-"
"You are reinstated into the Court Guard Squads," he said quickly. "You are to return and accept your rank once again. Your trespasses have been forgiven."
"Trespasses," (Y/n) sniffed. "Because I did something wrong to begin with? I was sent out because I told him to go over-"
"You're a third seat in squad one. You have no right to question the laws that had been in place,"(Y/n) scoffed as he held out a folded letter. "Return at once or pay the full punishment of the laws in the Soul Society." (Y/n)'s shoulders dropped as she stared at the letter, her jaw clenching as she slowly took it. It was heavy, obviously made of a few pages.

(Y/n) adjusted her clothes, tugging the jacket down as a hell butterfly settled on her shoulder. "What? Are you here to gloat," (Y/n) muttered. She rolled her eyes and glanced at the sword above her bed. She walked to it and grabbed the hilt, pulling it from its oversized sheath.
It was three blades in one, all connected by the hilt and interlocking pets of the guard, a Shikai she could never lock away. The door to the seretei opened and (Y/n) looked at it hesitantly. Her body was left in bed, most likely to be found by a neighbor or a friend once they realized she was missing. Stepping through the doorway, she found herself in a room, a white haired man waiting with a smile on his face.
"You made it," he chuckled. "Welcome back, miss (Y/n)."
"Don't call me that," (Y/n) snapped. "I came to formally deny this life. Who are you?"
"I am Captain of Squad 13, Ukitake Jushiro," (Y/n) blinked and looked closer, the smile on Jushiro's face faltering a bit.
"Wait," she blinked, her eyes widening, "Brother Uki?"
It was his turn to blink and he looked closer, the smile gone, "Yamamoto (Y/n)?"
"Don't call me that either," she hugged him quickly. "It's been so long! How are you? Still sick? Have you been doing what I told you?"
"We thought- where have you been? You grew up so much," he hugged back and chuckled, letting go to lead her from the room.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "Everything's hazy after- it's just been hectic." She pushed her hands into the jean pockets and stared down at the tiles. The walk was silent after that, (Y/n) left to think about the argument yet again. It had been so severe she nearly drew her blade.
They stopped in front of the office, her head still down as it opened. How sensitive had she become to spiritual pressure? Her grandfather sat across the room behind his desk, his eyes on her as she lifted her head. He was far more intense than anyone else she knew and he had always been that way; it's what made him terrifying. She pushed her own forward, the room becoming heavy and Jushiro stumbling a bit.
"I came, old man," (Y/n) sniffed. "So let's have this talk so I can go back to school, shall we?"
"(Y/n), you've returned," he stood up, walking forward. "Where is your shihakusho?"
"I refuse to wear it," (Y/n) waved her hand and stepped away from him, walking farther into the room and keeping the distance between them. "I don't want to live like this."
"The squads need you now more than ever, (Y/n). You are a strong soul reaper, the only one of your kind," (Y/n) glared at her grandfather and held up her zanpakuto. She had never put it away, her grip tight on the hilt as the hooks aimed at him.
"I am not, a soul reaper," (Y/n)'s voice was firm but her hands started to shake slightly. It was the emotions welling up inside her chest for the first time in years. She didn't want to forgive him for the argument, she didn't want to feel anything for him yet seeing him made some sort of relief fill her chest. It wasn't something she considered would happen.
"(Y/n)," she stiffened at the tone he used. She didn't expect the softness to come out when she was there to reject him. He closed the distance and it had made Jushiro blink but it had looked like he was walking to her. "You never stopped being one, my child."
(Y/n) put her swords down, her head hanging, "Shut up."
"Pick up your swords for the Soul Society again. Help reforge it," he asked. Her eyes widened and she slowly put the swords away, grabbing his hand.
"I- I missed you grandpa," she mumbled. Her eyes watered and she hugged him before giving a soft laugh, "I'm still not putting the shihakusho on though. I got used to the living world's clothing."
"We have much to catch up on. Let's sit and have tea," he nodded.
"I kind of just want to walk around," she sniffled. "I need to see what's changed."
"There is much to discuss then," he nodded.

(Y/n) put her hands behind her head, staring at the squad in front of her lazily. She hadn't been in charge of so many people in a long while and all of them were staring in bewilderment at her. "I am Yamamoto (Y/n)," she announced. "You're my men now and I need to see how well you do, understand? So, draw your weapons please."
"Who are you to tell us what to do, ryoka," one snorted. (Y/n) was in front of him in a flash, shoving him back and snorting.
"I'm the third seat of the first division. I am in charge here," she stated. "Do you see the picture?" They stepped back, leaving an empty circle around her and the soul reaper that had fallen. "I know I've been gone for a while but I'm back and you're all mine."
"I'm not following you," a woman snapped. She drew her bald and (Y/n) couldn't help but grin wickedly. Her blood was pumping as she drew her own, everyone moving away farther than before. "You have the captain's last name. You were probably just handed the seat like some spoiled princess."
"Do you know why I was away," (Y/n) asked slowly. That made her lower her guard and (Y/n) had the woman on the floor, her blade against her throat and a hand on her chest. "Because I sure as hell don't."
"You what," the woman grunted. She tried pushing against (Y/n), a few of the others drawing their zanpakuto quickly.
"I don't remember what I was doing," (Y/n) chuckled. "But I woke up in a dangerous place. So catch me up on what the squads have turned into." (Y/n) jumped back and raised the blades up, unhinging them. One dropped into her other hand and the other down to her feet. Her fighting technique was unconventional and it kept her in the air, her whole body moving.
The squad was downed, all of them staring at her from where they sat in their defeat. "This is pathetic. All of you get up and try again."
"You're a monster," one panted.
"Thanks, I appreciate that," (Y/n) glared at him and reconnected the swords. Were they really this weak or did she just become stronger? She still didn't even understand how she came to this. "How are you going to call yourselves members of the first division when you can't even beat one girl with so many-"
"Yo, (Y/n)," she looked up, spotting Jushiro and a brown haired man in a floral pink hapi.
"Captain- Captain Shunsui," the soul reapers on the floor quickly knelt and (Y/n) glanced over at them before looking back to the two captains.
"If it isn't the laziest womanizer I know," she smiled.
"I couldn't believe you came back! Where'd you go," he laughed. He hugged her tightly, her hands patting his back. "Take it easy on them, you don't have to prove anything."
"I wasn't," (Y/n) wheezed. "You made it to captain like Jushiro I see."
"Of course we made it. What do you take us for," he sang. "Come have a drink with us, like old times!"
"Sorry, I need to go over my duties again," (Y/n) shook her head and held her hands up. "I can later though if you're still available."