Soul Society's Construction Squad [REWRITE]

Chapter 2

RYUUGAMINE

BOOM!

Crash!

Crack!

BOOM!

BOOM!

" KYAAAAAHHH!!"

"HOLY SH*T "

" CALM DOWN!"

"Don't worry, this is fine! "

" I DON'T WANNA DIE SO SOON! "

" You won't. This is just our daily routine. "

" SAY WHAT!? "

I once again wake up to blessed screams of terror. It's how most mornings go. It's sudden; strikes at the speed of lightning, startles me out of my sleep. I stumble out of my futon* half-running, half-crawling to grab my sword. There's another rumble. My hand curls around the cold sheath. Its coolness is enough shock me out of my frenzied state. I freeze while my brain finally starts whirring, assesses the situation and concludes that it is a false alert. I often think I should have gotten used to it by now but old habits die hard. I've been trained to fight, to protect in such situations. But here it's like a joke; never fails to get me though. A white cup on my desk starts shaking uncontrollably and the whole room follows in suit.

Ugh, not again.

" DEAR LORD NOT AGAIN! "

" WHO THE F*** IS CAUSING THIS ?! "

Since purposefully ignoring such things is my specialty, I gladly do it.

I let out a groan of frustration. My dream was quickly fading from my memory.

And I was getting to the good part! We were about to win!

I comb my hair with my fingers; they're long, thin but callous from hours of sword training. A suprisingly tranquil shower later, I slide on my shinigami uniform: the standard, black kimono. I put a few hairbands in my sleeve pocket, secure my sword, a zanpakuto*, as we shinigami call them, at my hip. It is a normal katana sheathed in a sea-blue scabbard. A small golden bell is tied a the base of the hilt.

I slammed the shoji doors open. Things had calmed down by the time I was ready. I examine my surroundings; I don't want to run into anyone right now. That's when I felt a murderous intent. My whole body shudder.

He just stood there...Menacingly.

At first, I saw only a purple-blackish aura surrounding him. Then I noticed how the man seemed to glare at a crumpled plastic container in his hand. He had his chocolate brown hair down, zanpakuto* with a grey hilt strapped around his hips and a shinigami badge tied around his right arm. The badge has the drawing on a black chrysanthemum engraved on it.

" Good morning, Captain! I hope you're doing well, " I salute him even though he has his back to me. With a cautious tone, " Is something bothering you? "