Beautiful Women Have Unfortunate Fates

Ch.12: Honor And Responsibility To One's Clan

|Author: Wow... There isn't much I can say here other than... I know I'm falling to address a few things but those will come in time... Yes, In due time. This chapter was fricken hard to write! 😎😐😶😕😣😴... Still I must thank you all for the likes and follows. My smart ass sister said: Isn't he older than her? Honestly, The ages of shinigami in Bleach is very confusing to this writer, Some are over thousand and they look like they are forty. I don't know how old my OC Lady Arashi Junko really is...|

Between all the great clans. The Arashi are tied to cultural arts and the economy of the soul world. Without these there wouldn't be passion, love, happiness, prosperity and friendship. Without passion, we cease to exist. We cease to communicate, We then cannot feel. This family must stay as strong as the storms of chaos. Therefore it is my responsibility to stay to these tenets and honor them.

-Junko Arashi (in her diary)

In the squad four barracks. Junko leaned against the railing of the pavilion. She watched as the grey clouds dispersed allowing sunshine through. Revealing blue skies. Loud foot steps and laughs rang out behind her. She felt arms embrace her from behind.

"Hey! Arashi-san! Long time no see!" It was the voice of Aya Kikunatsu.

She turned her head and saw the four monkeyshiners. Hitosuji Shinju, Kikunatsu Ashina, Mitsuname Aya and Sakaki Setsubi.

"Hey? How you doing princess?" Asked Hitosuji with a smile of pearl white horse teeth.

She gawked at his yellow que tip hair cut and giggled, "I see you are still trying new hair styles! Mr. Hitosuji."

"An original fashion sense is a way to a healthy lifestyle." He grinned.

"The heads of Shin'o should have a hygiene instructor and he should be you, Shinju." Arashi suggested, humor in her voice.

"Got any news?" Ashina asked Junko.

"I was chosen to be the next head of my family and I am to be married." She announced with a sincere tone.

"No! Fricken way! Who's the lucky guy?" Aya indulged most curiously.

"He should be here soon." Arashi's lips parted into a reserved smile.

Young lady Arashi felt a familiar reiatsu coming from her right. In the direction of her former co-workers backs. "Good afternoon, fellow members of four."

The four turned with stupefied faces and bowed with respect,
"Kuchiki-fukutaisho!"

"We must be going, See you four later." She took her place beside him.

The four watched as the two left down the wooden deck, "Why do the handsome dudes always get the 'good girls'? Even a good looking widower dad has a better chance than your average single joe..." Hitosuji gloomed to his friends out loud.

"You are saying YOU are the average joe?" Setsubi crackled like a hyena.

"We both are! Sakaki!" Shinju claimed with a fist.

Setsubi moved his midnight blue hair to the side of his flawless face, His eyes glittered with dark intent."You are the average jackass... Me, however, I am the night time player. Heheheh, 'Bad girls' are always in my bed."

"Setsubi! I didn't know you were a man-whore! I thought you were metrosexual." The que tip blurted out.

"You thought I was a Metrosexual?"

"You act, dress and talk like a metrosexual."

Strawberry blonde Ashina got between the two, "Can't the both of you shut up? Those two are nobles and so you idiots would never have a chance with her."