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The Connection.

Author's note: Hey, if there is anything confusing go ahead and ask, I'll try my best to explain. Also OMA is actually Old Man Aizen. Its pronounced as one word. Enjoy.

The next morning Angeal is laying in his bed awake. A small bed in the corner of a wooden room, that has one door and two windows. The windows have a silk blue curtain hanging from them that matches the sheets on the bed. There is a table with two monitors on them in one corner and a dressing table along side a closet in the other corner. There are mugs shots of both men and women up on the walls around the room. Some of which has red X's on them while others were blank. Angeal sat up with his feet touching the floor and his hands extended backwards on the bed to support him. He looks up at a picture of a man with red eyes and red hair slicked back. A tattoo of a scorpion under his right eye. And a grin that shoes just how disturbed a person he is. Angeal clenched his hands as he stood up and went into the shower. He came out and put on a black jeans with a skin tight red long sleeved jersey. He picked up a red stringed ID card and put it around his neck and went outside.

Outside is a campus looking place with a huge hall on the right with four smaller buildings surrounding it. The hall was painted in hazel brown while the others in red, blue, yellow and green. The hall has a huge wooden door and a bell inside a tower on top. A few kids can be seen walking in and out of the hall. There is a stone walk way that splits the perfect green lawn that runs all around the buildings. On the left is a huge open track and field for outside exercises. At the far center is a huge dorm looking building painted in the same color as the hall. Angeal made his way down his porch stairs where he was approached by a beautiful young girl who had her black hair pulled back into one hanging on her back. Her eye just as brown as her caramel smooth skin. She is wearing the same uniform as Angeal except she is wearing a blue shirt and ID.

"Headmaster is looking for you." She said avoiding eye contact.

"Tell him I'll be there in a minute." He replied as he made his way behind his house.

She started to head towards the hall when he called out.

"Sarah! How long are you gonna keep this up?" He asked as he leaned just the upper part of his body from behind the wall.

"When you change your mind idiot." She said as she pointed at him.

Angeal walked into a shed he had in the back and took a small bag. He started to make his way toward the hall when he looked up at the clock on the tower. Its 7:59 a.m and not only has a new day started but a new class as well. Angeal is a teacher here at this private school, only its more than just a school. He fires a thread from his hands up at the bell and rang it eight times as the clock made its last chime he let go and headed inside the hall. 

There are kids in their late teens all seated facing the front. Where a small stage with Sarah from earlier and another man besides her were seated. He is wearing a yellow version to Angeal and Sarah's uniform, except he has an iron armor vest over his shirt. He has a low army cut hair which suited him as his physic shows him as the type. Angeal made his way up on stage and sat along side the man. As he sat, footsteps can be heard coming from the back of some curtains on stage. The same old man in the picture that Nigel found made his way to the front of of the stage.(ref ch 1). The whole hall went quiet as the old man knocked his pipe clean into an ashtray on the podium in front of him. He reached into his black suit and pulled out a bag of tobacco and placed some into his pipe and lit it with a match.