I'm writing this story because I like Ukitake's character. Duh. You know I don't own anything related to the Bleach series or manga. I do own the sloppy plot and a few of the characters. Thank you. Also, if you think the characters are OOC. That's fine. I want them to be that way. I DO ENJOY CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. Enjoy! 

Oshiriku Shihouin stood two inches short of six feet dressed in knee length black pants and a long sleeved plum colored cotton shirt. The dark brown shoe on her right foot dug into the ground as she turned around to a man two or three inches taller than her. His black eyes stared at her through slits. Her own eyes, not as dark, but a deep chocolate color, gazed back into his uncaringly. She pointed to the rows of swords on the table with a gleam in her eyes. The man made a sound in the back of his throat before turning from her and walking away slowly. Oshiriku frowned to herself.

"I can't practice with that one until my own zanpakuto tells me its name. Father?"

"You should have already heard its name. If only you would listen. You're so headstrong. Your cousin Yoruichi could control her abilities at nine."

"Wrong! And Yoru-san is older than me! Father!" She blinked at him with a large smile on her face.

"Still manipulating others with your sweet little face, Oshi? Fine, take the one on the end and bring it back when you are done. Don't forget we have a family meeting tonight. So, be back in time to get cleaned up and dressed before then."

"Yes, father." She grabbed the sharp sword from the table as she ran out the front door. Her father had limited her to praticing in their land and the land of their neighbors, who were subsequently her cousin's Yoru-san's family. After only a few minutes of playing with the sword, she discarded it and ran from the end of their property to the gat at the end of her other family's property with a large smile on her face. She practiced controlling spirit orbs as she ran and danced with her long black hair twirling around her. It was the most fun she'd had in over five years. You see, her father explained to her wearily that she was a noble and meant to act as such. She didn't know what he meant, and some part of her did not care.

"HEY! Oshiriku! You're going to destroy the south wing of our house if you keep up that moving." The voice was distant but soft.

Her dark eyes opened to find her cousin standing ten yards away. A wide smile broke out on her beautiful face as she ran to the older girl. "Yoru! I missed you! Papa said you were going to come home today for the family meeting! How are you? How is life at the school? I hear you were ranked second in command in your division. Ahhh!!!! Did mama tell you about my new kimono for the party we are having in two weeks?"

Yoruichi frowned slightly, but covered it with a quick smile as her cousin slammed into her and captured here in a tight hug. The girl didn't let her go until her cheeks had turned a dark red color from lack of oxygen. "Yes, yes, Oshi. Your mother told me. I was so glad about my first party amongst the other nobles as well."

"I thought there was no one at your house at the moment. How did you fair?"

Yoruichi laughed at her cousin's ability to keep up two conversation at one time. "Ehhh. It is empty. I just came really early to introduce a friend to my mom and dad, but they're not here so--"

"Yoruichi- san, it took us forever to find you. Your house is like a endless maze. I feared Ukitake wouldn't make it if we didn't find you soon." The voice was filled with humor.

"Ukitake Jushiro. He's a friend from school."

The girl's eyes trailed from her cousin's to the two men and woman standing behind her. She gave Kuaku a tight hug before allowing her eyes to gaze into the blue ones of the man with shoulder length blond hair. Her eyes darted from his quickly and settled on the angled face of the man standing beside him. He was taller than the blond man by four or five inches and he had hair that contrasted sharply with her black locks but surely longer than hers. While her hair reached her waist, his was a foot longer. It was his eyes that captivated her the most of all his appearance, for she was accustomed to seeing death gods dressed in their usual black garments and brown sandals. His eyes were a gray so dark they could have been black to someone who didn't stare people in the eyes so often. She stood gazing into his eyes in silence as her cousin and the two other people nervously watched her.

Ukitake smiled geniuinely and extended his hand as he said, "I'm pleasured to meet you."

She couldn't move. Her mind screamed at her limbs to move forward and shake his hand, but all she could do was look into those stormy skied colored eyes and think of how peaceful they were. "T-there's…"

"Uhh! Oshi, are you okay? Ahh." Yoruichi burst into loud laughter. "Charmed by Ukitake, I see."

"No!" Oshiriku's bronze colored face turned a shade red. She laughed nervously as she shook his hand. "I'm happy to have seen you as well."

"Met. Yeesh, Yoruichi, she's off worse than you were when I first met you. Hey! Kisuke is here, Oshi."

"I noticed." The girl shoved her hands into her pockets as she walked away. She heard someone approaching her from behind, so she broke into a run and went straight up to her room through the front door.

"Atch! Kuaku, why'd you have to go and make her feel all embarassed about the Ukitake thing. It's bad enough she gotta deal with that stupid party. You know how much they stink. You guys want sake before my parents arrive?" Yoruichi glanced up at the window connected to her cousin's room. "Why'd you have to be an idiot and try to run after her?"

Kuake frowned. "I didn't know she was that fast! I didn't meant to insult the little jerk." She wrapped her arm around Yoruichi's shoulder and pretended to hug her. "It was all in good humor!"

Oshiriku stood in her room with her arms crossed over her chest.She padded barefoot from one wall to the other with her eyebrows furrowed. Her mind was completely on how beautiful that stupid man had been and how Kuake had embarassed her in front of him. She jumped on her bed with a loud sigh. Oh well, he was probably five hundred years old anyway. He probably even had a wife and children and a very large family that welcomed him home whenever he had the chance to visit them. Oshiriku stared at the wall gloomily; she wanted a warm happy family that welcomed her home. Then again, she'd just graduated from the academy and she didn't go anyplace daily to be welcomed home from.

She ignored the black cat sitting in her doorway as she washed her face in the bowl of hot water on her table. The cat creeped into the room and jumped on her bed and quickly onto the table where it could be seen. Oshiriku rolled her eyes as she discarded her clothes onto the bed and rubbed an index finger dipped in lavender oil on her neck. She pulled on her silk kimono with a look of utmost importance on her young face. The kimono was violet with white daisies painted on it. She stepped into her stilted sandals after lifting her hem a fraction. The cat jumped onto her shoulder.

"Yoruichi-san! You'll get fur on my favorite kimono. What are you doing here anyway?" Oshiriku raised her eyebrows at the animal. The cat smiled at her widely. "Oh, I don't mind Kuaku's teasing. I'm fine." The girl lifted the cat into the air and twirled around with her. When she was done twirling, Yoruichi was sure she would have thrown up if she weren't in her cat form. Why did Oshi had to twirl so fast? The cat staggered out of the room.

It was her favorite day of the week. No, it was her favorite task of the week, sitting in a room with all of her family. The people sitting at the table were the main circle, which included her father, his twin brother, and their younger sister. Her father had had the disadvantage of being born two minutes after Yoruichi's father. Regardless, there were only three siblings and six offspring from the three combined. Tow apiece? Oshiriku furrowed her eyebrows, but forced a smile when she glimpsed her mother's angered glare. She stared at her hands. Her mother sat beside her father, who was identical to the man sitting across from him with his wife. Her father and uncle had dark skin like Yoruichi's and their eyes were golden as well. Her aunt Tentoken was a shade lighter than her brothers, but she had short dark purple hair and golden eyes. The men in their family had black hair that was pinned up. Oshiriku's mother was pale, short, and dark eyed. Her eyes reminded Oshiriku of the night sky when all the lights were out in the streets. Her mother was raised up to standards, as the woman should be. She'd married Ishinto when she was only thirteen and he was one hundred and fifteen. Her father, uncle, and even her aunt were great warriors. Her aunt's husband had died in a surprise attack from ten hollows one day. He left her behind with four children to take care of. Oshiriku did not want a life like her aunt's.

"I just wanted to suggest sending Oshi to the school with me when the new season starts," Yoruichi said happily.

"It would be best she began her training, considering she does not have he ability to transform as you three and Yoruichi has been so blessed with." Nanuri said as she gazed at her daughter. She pressed her lips together when the girl stared directly in to her eyes. Sometime soon, she would have to begin teaching her daughter how to properly act. She realized that if Oshiriku went away to school then she would be with Yoruichi more. The horrified expression on her face frightened the man sitting across from them.

"Nanuri-san, what is wrong?" Ashunto asked cautiously. His brother's wife shook her head quickly and forced a smile.

"I'll take care of Oshi. Don't worry, Nanuri!" Yoruichi said happily. The girl was dressed in a plain white shirt and black pants with brown sandals. Her long purple hair had been chopped off. She gave a catlike smile and winked at her younger cousin.

Yoruichi's mother, who was as dark as her husband with hair the color of the darkest blue Oshiriku had ever seen, was a foot taller than Oshiriku's mother but still more graceful. "I'm sure you will, dear."

Tentoken's youngest child was four years old; the oldest was ten. It was the ten year old who said, "Do we go to school soon?"

Ashunto shook his head with a smile before launching into a lecture on how Ishinto and Nanuri should be preparing Oshikiru for the party Friday. She had to be in the utmost condition so that the people could see that not only the first offspring, but also the second in the twenty-second Shihouin generation would be as successful and graceful. Oshiriku sat in silence beside Yoruichi with her eyebrows furrowed again. Yoruichi nudged her in the side with her elbow as a signal to stop looking like that. The girl nodded softly and blankly stared at her feet.

The meeting ended two hours later. It was pitch dark outside, but the street lanterns had come on, and lanterns on their property illuminated the place. Oshiriku sat in the grass underneath a growing sycamore tree with her soul slayer across her lap. Her father probably thought she was asleep in her bed. She pulled her knees up to her chin as she readjusted her seating. Yoruichi, Kisuke, and the other man appeared on the back porch suddenly. Oshiriku let out a loud sigh at being interrupted from her mock session of meditation.

"Tag, Oshiriku?" Yoruichi asked playfully. Oshiriku's eyes went wide as possible before she disappeared from where she sat. Her sword hit the ground with a soft thump. She reappeared beside Yoruichi, who promptly disappeared. They appeared on the ground behind one another then on the house.

"She's going to catch her at least three times," Urahara said with a smile.

"Are you serious?" Ukitake asked with a bewildered expression. He could not imagine anyone catching Yoruichi, and he knew a lot of shinigami; he was almost four hundred years old.

"She's done it before. Yoruichi may be goddess of the flash, but little Oshiriku must be demigoddess."

The two women returned twenty minutes later in the center of the yard. Oshiriku was riding Yoruichi's back with a large grin on her face. Yoruichi said something softly to her; the girl stole a quick glance at Urahara and burst into loud laughter. The blond haired man raised his eyebrows and scratched his head. Oshiriku appeared by her sword again and picked it up carefully, silently apologizing to it for leaving it so uncaringly.

"How many times?" asked Urahara.

"Five. Better than last time." Yoruichi smiled happily. Urahara threw Ukitake a nod.

"Your turn, Kisuke!" Oshiriku said happily as she put her sheathed sword on her back. Urahara nodded as he padded down the steps, sneaking a quick glance at the purple haired woman three feet away from him. He knew she wanted him to be a shard as he could on the girl. If they didn't train her the way she needed to be train then someone would just come along and try to kill her. Yoruichi sat cross-legged on the balcony of the porch with a smile on her face. She loved to watch Oshiriku fight. Ukitake stood beside her with a curious expression on his face, but he did not say or ask anything. He would rather watch the fight than to disturb the atmosphere.

Urahara flashed Oshiriku one of his classic smiles as he pulled his soul slayer from its sheath. When the girl had first fought him at age ten she'd shook so badly that they ended the match after he attacked her only twice. It took almost a year of her getting used to him before she could properly handle her sword and evade some of his attacks. He'd never fought her on full power, but he was sure the time would come soon when he'd have to up the ante. She was Yoruichi's cousin after all. He nodded to the girl who had bowed to him with her sword in hand. He noticed it still looked like a regular sword. Slacking off with her practice. He decided he would punish her for that once the fight started. Oshiriku clutched her sword in her left hand before switching it to her right. She frowned deeply as she threw the sword from hand to the other, weighing which one was more comfortable.

"What the hell are you doing, Oshi?" Urahara asked with a smile.

"I can't decide which hand to fight with!"

"Let me help you." Urahara disappeared and reappeared behind Oshiriku, but she raised her sword with her left hand just as his slammed down. "Good, now pay attention." He swung his sword again, but Oshiriku disappeared. She appeared some feet away from him with a smile on her face. She put her long back hair in a tight bun by use of a white ribbon. Urahara chuckled; of course he'd forgotten her hair was so long. The girl ran at him with that sweet little smile on her face he adored. As his sword knocked hers back, he wondered how she could smile through an entire fight. He hoped she would get serious sooner.

To his dismay, the girl continued with sloppy attacks until she stood in front of him and said, "I cannot do it with Stormy watching me."

"Who is Stormy?!" Urahara asked bewildered. He turned to the two people on the porch. His blue eyes widened as he realized the girl had made the reference to the captain. He burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. Stormy. That was a hoot. Then again, Urahara had seen the man fight; the name suited him slightly. "If you cannot fight in front of Stormy, how do you expect to get into school?"

It had never dawned on Oshiriku that he could be a captain. After all, he was standing in her uncle's house with her cousin. Captains walked around with people lower than them? She glanced at him out the corner of her eye, but she knew he saw her because he raised his head a fraction. Fine. If she had to impress him, she would try her damnedest to make it look as good as possible. Her left foot lifted into the air and her right hand gripped her sword tightly. Her foot slammed into the dark dirt as she ran forward at Urahara. The man's eyes opened in surprise as he moved out of the way of her attack, but the girl flew behind him with her sword still in hand. She tilted back on the tip of her shoes and twirled as she made her attack. Her sword slid along Urahara's but she pulled it back before it could hit him in the face. He was too beautiful to have such an ugly scar. Dance with me. Her mind chanted the words continuously to the sword in her hand. She blocked Urahara's attack and kicked him in the stomach. One. Wait, they were still counting hand combat lands weren't they?! She gracefully stepped out of the way of his next attack and twirled as her sword struck out.

"She's dancing!" Ukitake said in surprise.

"Beautiful, isn't she? Her mother is a descendent from a band of gypsies my uncle met. It isn't uncommon for people in my family to marry below themselves, but he was the only one in their generation to do so. Although…I would say Nanuri's spiritual power is well beyond my own mother's."

Oshiriku ducked quickly and struck out again. She quickly pulled her sword back as it made an aim for Kisuke's face again. He hit her on the behind with the flat side of his sword. She knew what he was saying. He'd said it to her dozens of times before. "If you want to cut, cut." Her sword tilted with her body as her feet leapt into the air. The two pieces of steel slammed into one another with shrieks, sending sparks onto the ground. Oshiriku flipped with the use of her left hand, and her foot connected with Urahara's nose, but her body turned with the use of the hand as it quickly slid across the ground, and her other hand brought her sword up. Urahara grunted as he fought back the attack. The girl was smiling and hanging upside down on one hand. Her kimono began to lower itself. He wasn't in the least bit shocked to see she wore skintight black pants underneath. Oshiriku flipped onto her feet. She held her sword out in front of her. Dance with me. Her sword pulsed a deep purple color in her hands. Those brown eyes widened in surprise. Yoruichi raised her eyebrows, but winked at Urahara when he gave her a questioning expression.

"Dance, Kagura!" Oshiriku smiled as light burst forth from the sword and it extended into a thinner blade. Her face showed slight disappointment, but she was overjoyed she'd finally called her zanpakuto by its name. Her celebrating was cut short as Urahara swung at her again. She blocked with her sword, and it bent so that his cheek was cut. It was flexible! She jumped back with a look of concern that quickly turned into fear as Urahara ran at her with dark, angry eyes. She turned and ran quickly while screaming at the top of her lungs. Yoruichi and Ukitake laughed in unison as the sight of them running back and forth from one end to the next. Oshiriku tripped over her foot and fell forward. Her sword struck out the moment her shoulder hit the ground. Urahara sidestepped, but Oshiriku flicked her wrist and he was cut on the leg. She wiped the blood from her shoulder as she stood. Why'd she always have to end up with a cut shoulder and broken rib when she fought him? He had to be the hardest person in the world to fight and he was holding back on her. She felt more of his spiritual power pouring out as he ran at her. Her eyes closed and her sword moved. She heard the loud clinking of the metal as her body and the sword danced as one. Urahara easily evaded her attacks. All her smiling had finally rubbed off on him. He smiled as he through attack after attack at her. There. His sword came down hard. Oshiriku disappeared. He cursed softly and followed her onto the top of the house.

Yoruichi and Ukitake stood motionless on the porch. Ukitake was surprised the girl had been able to land blows on Kisuke. His thoughts drifted away as the two appeared back on the ground. Oshiriku had a fresh cut on her side. She lifted her sword, but her vision blurred. With a loud yell, she ran at Urahara. He moved from her attack and his blade slid into her shoulder again, but her blade curved and grazed his left side. They jumped away from one another. Oshiriku smiled at him widely with her hand clutching the wound at her side. Had he cut her too deeply? He saw the large amounts of blood falling onto the ground. The girl fell to her knees in pain. A burst of spiritual energy surrounded the girl. Yoruichi jumped off the balcony as she bound towards her cousin. A dog? She stood with her eyes wide in horror at the animal lying wounded on the ground. The girl had changed into a dog to slow the blood flow. Yoruichi smiled, but it was Urahara who picked up the wounded Oshiriku and carried her into the house. Ukitake picked up and sheathed her sword then he followed his friends up the stairs in the house.