Resurrection

Alright, I’m getting this next chapter out faster than I would normally because of all of the positive response. We will learn more specific details about the classes in the next chapter in Ichigo’s POV. Please enjoy!

This is un-beta’d.

POV- Point of view

Resurrection: Chapter 2

Nnoitra’s POV

My room mate was a fucking pussy. I wanted to kill him. We haven’t even started classes yet and I know that most of these pathetic Shinigami are weaklings. Except maybe that Kurosaki boy. He might make a good underling if it wasn’t for his idiotic morals.

The first class I had was Kido. It was boring as shit, but necessary to learn. The only spell we had similar to demon magic in Hueco Mundo was cero, and it only caused destruction. Not that I cared to cause anything other than destruction, but it was still useful to learn. It could be amusing to use the binding spells sometime, maybe force comrades to watch their friends die.

I could see the orange-haired Shinigami across the room, his face bored as he traced designs on his desk with his finger. All of the students around him were gaping at his spiritual pressure. I sneered as I noticed some of them actually sweeping their eyes over his sprawled form. Idiotic Shinigami. I ignored the stares and whispers I was getting myself, staring down at the teacher in the center of the room coolly. I could tell he was flustered by the intense reiatsu coming from either side of his classroom.

What a weakling. If the pussy teacher got nervous at just that he would probably faint when we got around to actually using our powers.

The next class was kendo, the way of the sword. As if I needed to learn that. If it wasn’t a requirement I wouldn’t even be here. The instructor spent the entire time prowling through the battle arena and scowling at the students. Unlike the first class, he actually pulled one of the students into the center and demonstrated how easy it was to kick the student’s ass. Even from where I was standing I could see Kurosaki yawning and looking just as uninterested as I was.

Foot work and hand-to-hand combat were the same. Kurosaki’s bright orange hair was the only thing that broke the monotonous quality of the classes. It was also slightly amusing to see males and females alike pointing at him and whispering to each other about him. I was getting whispers as well, although they were in a slightly different context.

I was relieved when the last class was finally over. The first thing I did was stride over to Ichigo and tug on the back of his Kimono. He looked around at me with surprise, then confusion.

“We need to spar, //now//.”

“Thank god.” He muttered. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The students scattered as we made our way to the fighting arena. A few of them followed, probably curious about our talents in combat. We both ignored them and simply unsheathed our swords, staring at each other before a silent agreement passed between us to attack.

I brought my sword down as he swung his up. Our reiatsu bit into each other, the urge to kill rising in our blood. Ichigo smirked up at me and our swords parted, only to attack again. I grinned down at him through slitted eyes, enjoying the strength rolling off of him. I could hear a couple of the students that were watching gasping for breath and collapsing to their knees underneath our spiritual pressure. Tch. Pathetic.

I swing my sword at him again, this time from the side. He brought his sword up, bracing the flat side of it with his other forearm as he grinned at me. My own grin grew a little wider. What fun prey he was.

“It looks like Ichi is having fun.” A voice commented dryly. We broke apart from our fight and looked over to see a cocky red head with a lieutenant’s badge on his arm.

“Renji.” Kurosaki said, eyes barely flicking to the red head before looking back at me.

“I’m glad you’re not completely unchallenged.” Renji said, walking over with a smirk.

“Watch it Renji. I can still kick your ass.” Ichigo said with a sneer.

The remaining students that were recovering from the high spiritual pressure were staggering to the feet, looking at the two of us fearfully. Neither Ichigo nor I had sheathed or swords, not deeming the lieutenants appearance important enough to stop our fight.

“Whatever. I only came to get you for Rukia.” Renji said with a scowl.

I frowned in annoyance at the disruption. Kurosaki glanced over at me, clearly also disappointed that our fight was at an end. “This isn’t over.” I growled at him.

“Like this is the last time we’re going to fight.” Kurosaki snarled back at me, putting his sword on his back once more. What a drag. There will be other times to fight though, and I suppose I could let the orange haired Shinigami go just this once.

“Tch. Fine.” I sheathed my sword, narrowing my eyes at the red-haired menace, who looked a little uncomfortable under my harsh scrutiny. I looked back at Kurosaki who yawned and walked over to Renji.

“See ya later, Nnoitra.” Ichigo tossed over his shoulder at me. The lieutenant immediately started bombarding the kid with questions, which Ichigo appeared to ignore. Well there goes my only source of entertainment.

Ichigo’s POV

I really did try hard to pay attention to my classes, but it just wasn’t worth it. Maybe when they actually start teaching it will be more worthwhile, but for now it was just boring. I found that the students in the academy were just as bad as, if not worse than, students in the human world. Although the whispers that I had gotten used to about my hair were also heard, now they were also gossiping about what they had heard about the strong ryoka and what he had done.

I wanted to burn off my aggravation and Nnoitra was just the person hollow- or rather, //Shinigami// to do that with. He suggested it first, his face twisted in a maniacal grin, clearly also much in need of something to chase away the dull lethargy that threatened to take over our lives.

But then our much-needed battle was interrupted by stupid Renji, who could be forgiven since Rukia was the one who sent him. I had to bite my tongue to not make a comment about him being her lap dog.

“Ichigo!” A pair of small arms encircled my waist as she said hello. I gave her a soft smile and patted her head awkwardly as she detached herself. “How was your first day?” She asked as we settled ourselves on the sitting pillows.

“Okay.” I said with a shrug. “It was boring.”

“I’m sure.” She gave me a sympathetic look. “But you have to go through with it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I rubbed the back of my head.

“Who was that reaper you were fighting with?” Renji asked, resting his hands on his crossed legs. “He seems more powerful and experienced to be some beginner student.”

For some reason, I didn’t want to tell them the whole truth. It would just cause problems anyways. “Just somebody like me, I guess.”

“Yeah?” Rukia looked suspicious, but made no further comment. “Well you’ll only have to be at the school for less than a year. It’s not that bad, right?”

“Nah, it was all just boring first-day crap.”

“Yes.” Rukia said, looking at me with amusement. Their conversation went on until it started to get dark and I left. Rukia told me I could come by any time, and Renji as well. Renji grinned at me and mussed up my hair, making me scowl at him and push his hand away.

It was completely dark by the time I got back to my dorm room, not even glancing at my room mate as I slipped into my sleeping clothes. I didn’t even remember his name. He was in the higher level classes with me as well, but was otherwise uninteresting. I missed the random attacks by goat-face, and the cheery voice of Yuzu calling me down for dinner, and Karin’s grumpy face. Thinking about it more won’t help my situation though, I’ll just make the best of it.

Nnoitra’s POV

I sat up on my bed, my hands propped behind my head as I stared into the darkness of the room. My room mate was snoring in the next bed and I had to resist the compulsion to kill him and rid myself of the aggravation. My mind drifted back to that Shinigami brat. I wonder how good he will be at these classes. Not as good as me, I suspect, but still better than these fumbling beginners who have yet to learn which end of the sword to hold.

I shift so I am lying on my back and rest my hand on the hilt of my sword. I am still getting used to these emotions, which seem to be more of a hindrance than good. I want to be alive- well in the sense that I am not //dead// dead- but these different powers will take some getting used to. At least one plus to this, I mused as I started falling asleep, no irritating females who stand higher than me as warriors. Although that means I am going to be turning my attention instead to the orange-haired brat. Tch. What a fucking shit hole.

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So next chapter is going to be more about the classes and Ichigo and Nnoitra’s interactions.

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