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Every muscle in Reila's body was sore, even though currently she was on her stomach, pressing her face into her pillow. After those few nights ago that Reila still can't remember, she's been pushed harder and harder in the squad. Much to her chagrin, she knew that she deserved it since she's been cutting out lately to spend time as Reila and not Riku. Sunlight slowly began to creep in through her window. Nothing was worse than forcing herself to get up with her pained arms.

To get ready for the day, the shinigami quickly stripped and stretched her arms. The bandages on her arm and leg were long gone, thankfully. Reila got on her knees and reached under her bed to pull out the binds to wrap around her chest. With her breasts securely bound, she shrugged on her black kimono, tied it up, and tried to brush her crimson hair. As a better way to start her day, the brush ran into a large knot, as in one that was plainly visible because it was as big as her fist.

"Great. Just fucking great," she growled. Reila stood up, moaning a little as she cricked her neck. This was where things got interesting. There was only one person in Squad 11 who could help her with her hair and unfortunately he is generally accompanied by one of the most annoying people in Squad 11. Rubbing her chest through her kimono to try and relieve how uncomfortable her bindings were, Reila pulled her hair over her shoulder and went on her search for Yumichika Ayasagawa.

Instead of being in his room, the stupid asshole apparently didn't need as much beauty sleep today and was outside with Ikkaku and half of Squad 11! Reila's eye twitched but, summoning up all the dignity she could muster, she stalked across the training field to where the pretty boy was chatting with the baldy. The two stared at her curiously, and Ikkaku was slightly impatient.

"What do you want, Riku?" the damn bald headed bastard demanded. Pink tinged her cheeks to her utter embarrassment.

"Uh…well it's more something that I needed to talk to Fifth Seat Ayasagawa with," she muttered, her fingers clawing into her hair. Biting her lip as if to hold in her pride, she added, "Fifth Seat…can you…help me with my hair?"

Silence. Ikkaku and Yumichika stared at her for two whole minutes. Reila wriggled uncomfortably under the gazes that made her even more embarrassed than she already was. Eventually Ikkaku started laughing, not to her surprise, and Yumichika grew all sparkle-eyed.

"I'd love to help!" The man dragged her over to some grass, pushed her down, and sat behind her. Yumichika observed the knot and she could tell what he thought of it because he gasped and bemoaned how tragic it was. Reila wished that this could have happened inside in private or something because they were getting more attention than she ever wanted. Every fighter had completely stopped whatever they were doing so that they could watch.

Squad 11 would never let her forget this.

"This is a very…difficult knot," Yumichika grunted, tugging on Reila's hair making her wince. Was female hair naturally more sensitive or does life just suck that much right now? "The easiest thing would be to cut-"

"No!" Reila would never even consider cutting her hair. Ever. Yumichika sighed but continued on. Red-brown eyes glanced out towards all the people watching, annoyed and amazed that watching her hair get fixed was able to astound all of Squad 11. When she felt her hair loosen and fall softly against her back, Yumichika stood up.

"All done," he stated, apparently very proud with himself. Reila jumped up and quickly started to walk away. "Hmph. No thanks necessary," Yumichika muttered sarcastically. She turned around on her heel and gave a small bow.

"Thank you very much for your assistance, Fifth Seat Ayasagawa," she said before returning on her journey back to her room. With the help of her mirror, Reila got her two high up pony tails just as she liked them. Taking one last moment to admire how well Yumichika fixed her hair, the woman went back outside to train.

Unfortunately, having your hair played with was cause for mockery. With every soldier on the field bringing it up, Reila couldn't tell when she was being almost friendly teased or openly made fun of. It was really starting to piss her off. Just as bad, Ikkaku bragged about how he defeated her by grabbing her long hair which now all of her sparring partners decided to implement. By sunhigh Reila was covered in scratches and bruises from slamming into the ground so many times.

As Reila felt her hair being pulled against her scalp, she felt like screaming when the spot of ground her back fell on happened to be complete with a large rock that was now jabbing into her lower back. She could practically feel the bruise forming. Laughter met her ears as she picked herself up on her feet and a scowl formed on her lips. Reila brushed herself off and when the man she was sparring against turned his back she kicked him down.

"Fuck you!" she snapped before stomping off, feeling like a child after she did so. Reila was in desperate need to find someone who wouldn't make fun of her and her gaze fell on her captain. Captain Zaraki was leaning back against a tree that Yachiru was climbing in. While he may not be her favorite person at least he hardly talked to her. A trail of laughter followed her as she made her way towards Captain Zaraki and plopped down on the ground next to him.

He glanced at her lazily.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his tone implying she wasn't worth the energy it took.

"Shush. You're not supposed to talk."

"What?" he replied after only a moment's hesitation. Reila sighed in exasperation.

"And yet you keep talking. People keep laughing about Ikkaku kicking my ass because of my hair and I figured you never talk so you wouldn't say anything," she said quickly in a single breath. "Stop talking!" she demanded, falling back onto the grass. If she had thought about it, Reila probably wouldn't have lost her temper with her psycho captain so nothing surprised her more than when he started laughing. Even more shocking was when she started laughing along with him. Though she'd rather die than admit it, her captain did have an infectious laugh.

For the second time that day, Squad 11's attention was fixated on Reila, only this time they were also staring at their captain. When they were all standing around Reila sat up and stared right back. After a moment she smirked, sparing a maniacal glance at the captain, cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Get back to work, you damn pussies!" which sent her and Zaraki back into another fit of laughter. The two found something they had in common: they both enjoyed ordering and insulting others.

Reila fell back once again, relishing the shade the tree provided. She crossed her arms behind her head and arched her back up to stretch it out before her eyes shut.

When the red haired soldier felt herself come back to consciousness, her fuzzy mind recognized two things: she was curled up with her back to something warm and there was something small and cuddly in her arms.

A high pitch giggle. "You're squishy, Rabbit-chan!" Reila cracked open an eye and with a glance saw Lieutenant Kusajishi curled up in her arms like a doll. The lieutenant pressed her hands against Reila's flattened, but soft, chest and giggled again. With a yelp, Reila let go of the pink haired child, who rolled away to play, and jumped backward. It was awkward since she was lying on her side and happened to be blocked by whatever it was behind her.

"Wha-" she murmured, half awake, but along with a deep chuckle that made the thing behind her shake a large hand dropped down on top of her head.

"Just go back to sleep," she heard her captain say before slipping back into the deep void of sleep.

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Ikkaku stumbled the tiniest bit when he looked over and saw the weird younger Abarai sibling curled up in the grass, his back pressed up against the Captain's side.

A single thought passed through Third-Seat Madarame's head.

"My God, he really is gay."

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When Rayla opened her eyes after a dreamless sleep the first thing she noticed was that whatever had been producing heat against her back earlier was gone. The second thing was that the training field was empty, aside from a few soldiers clashing blades. God, don't these idiots ever do anything else? she thought, blowing out a puff of air in irritation. When the young Abarai sibling sat up she ran her fingers through her scarlet ponytails. Her red-brown eyes narrowed as she saw a few Squad 11 members glance in her direction.

She trusted them as far as she could throw them, which if she was really pissed off could probably be pretty damn far.

The sun was right in the sky line above the buildings. Thankfully, darkness was at least an hour away. Two, if she was lucky. Reila wiped her sluggish eyes with the heel of her hand and walked through the fields. The bobbing motion as she walked flipped her hair around, during which she brushed off the bits of grass on her kimono. Along the way to the barracks she heard a few comments that together ended up being something like, "Shit, Ikkaku was right. Did you see that Riku guy curling up next to the captin? He's completely gay."

Life was so boring they were gossiping? About her? About her being…gay? What was making any of them think that she was gay? Sleeping next to the captain? When did that happen? Reila blinked as she realized what, or rather who, had been behind her back. Heat ran up her neck and brightened her face to a cherry red.

The second Reila's feet crossed the threshold into the squad's barracks a large figure blocked her path. She stumbled a bit to stop but when her eyes shot up to see her captain's face they instantly dropped to stare at her feet. Heat flaming in her cheeks.

"C-captain Zaraki," she greeted, her hands clasped together behind her back.

"You don't need to come by tonight," he said, his words hesitating a bit. He scratched the back of his head almost awkwardly.

"What?" Reila said on a reflex, not that she wanted to fuck him anyway. On his cheeks was the lightest color of pink. It was barely visible, and Captain Zaraki wouldn't make eye contact with her.

"Just…get more rest, cause you're not getting out of it tomorrow." With those words he stalked away and Lieutenant Kusajishi ran over and jumped up on his back. The sight of the scary shinigami with the innocent looking child still left Reila in wonder.

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Kenpachi was in an annoyed mood, as per usual, though now it's mostly towards himself. He just finished talking to Reila. Damn. He wanted nothing more than to wrap that girl's slender legs around his waist and pound her into a wall, but it could cause problems if he did so right now.

Fuck it all.

The girl even had him blushing. Him! Kenpachi gritted his pointed teeth and snarled to himself. That girl was ruining him. Dammit! Well tomorrow night he was going to have to take payment from her. No way in hell was Reila going to be walking straight after he gets to her.

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The night was a little chilly so Reila rubbed her arms despite the warm tan sweater she wore. Rangiku had lent her more clothes, like the sweater, and the brown skirt that fell to her ankles. The makeup was low-key, just enough to make her rough skin look as soft as a woman's should. Her hair was twisted around and left falling over her shoulder.

Her footsteps were silent, just enough so that in the light of the setting sun she could hear the echo of footsteps coming from behind. Despite the shiver that ran up her spine, Reila made herself ignore the man behind her. It was easy enough until a pair of hands landed on her shoulders. Reila released a small scream but no matter how much training she's had, or how fast and strong she was, she couldn't make herself react.

No words were spoken as a mouth next to her face blew the drunken stench of sake past her. Reila felt small tears building up in her eyes at the onslaught of long past memories flashing through her mind. A large rough hand grabbed her breast while the other slipped under her sweater and bra to squeeze a nipple used to hardening for forceful treatment. Whether she liked it or not. Her breath hitched and her brain couldn't form any coherent thoughts.

Her teeth gritted. This isn't supposed to happen again, she thought. Someone please help!

"Hey, you there!" In an instant the hands were gone as was the stench of sake. The man ran off leaving Reila alone in the encroaching darkness. She was violently shivering and when someone ran around in front of her she visibly flinched backwards. "I-i-t's okay," the man said, stumbling over his words in worry that he'd scare her even more. When Reila's eyes came into focus she realized that she recognized the man in front of her.

"Izuru?" The blond lieutenant gave her a weak smile.

"It's good to see you again, Reila," he said shyly. He put his hands on her shoulders. "Are you alright?"

Reila sniffled a bit, rubbed her eye, and nodded.

"Do you want me to walk you anywhere?" His concern was evident and even his timid nature wouldn't stop him from helping a defenseless girl.

"Yes please."

The walk was pleasant. Reila had Izuru take her to Rangiku's place, just like before with Captain Kyoraku. He kept his distance but their shoulders were close enough that they could touch. Through the corner of her eyes, she could see Izuru. He was an attractive guy, and just over her height. She crossed her arms in thought.

Izuru kept his gaze to the ground, but he wasn't a lieutenant for nothing. Reila knew that if someone tried to cause trouble he could spring into action. It was then that Reila realized how out of his way he was going. Since he was lieutenant of the Third Squad than it was a very long detour just to walk her all the way back to the Tenth Squad.

Unfortunately, Rangiku said that a woman shouldn't say no, especially when a cute guy asks to walk her home.

They entered Squad Ten's section of the Seireitei and Reila noticed that Izuru seemed to stiffen. It wasn't until they were right outside the building that she found out why.

"Thank you very much for walking me back. I'm sorry it was so out of the way for you," she commented, twisting a finger in the hair over her shoulder.

"N-no problem."

"I hope to see you soon, then." Reila turned to walk inside when he stopped her.

"Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?" He practically yelled it in his determination to say it, and when she turned to look at him, his face was bright red. She was shocked into silence. Izuru shrunk into himself and started to walk away. "S-s-sorry," he apologized, mistaking her silence for a rejection.

"I'd love to." Reila smiled sweetly. Izuru looked back at her and his eyes, usually looking so sorrowful, were bright even in the darkness.

"I-I-I'll p-p-p-pick you u-up here, th-then," he stammered, completely bashful and nervous. The red-head woman nodded her agreement, keeping a calm face, but the moment Izuru ran off her face heated up like a flame.

Reila's breathing went psychotic as she backed up into the building before running full speed to get to her best friend's room.

"Rangiku? Rangiku! Help!" she called hectically.

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Isn't Izuru such a shy little sweet heart?

I wonder how their date will go!