10 Years after Zeno died.

Zeno stood in front of 5 other boys his age some younger. They all stood along a river bank on a bright sunny day in Soul Society.

“Youuu.” Zeno said pointing at the gang.

“Your little rain of terror ends today. I don’t know how you guys even got in to Soul Society in the first place. You guys have a been bullying younger kids smaller than you are and you steal food from people who need it.”

The head of the group was a 19 year old boy that was pretty buff. He stepped forward with a stupid smiled on his face.

“And what are you going to do about it. We’ve been here in Soul Society 30 years longer than you have. We know how things work, and you should know your place new comer. Me and my boys really know how to hurt people.”

Zeno stood there with his arms still crossed and his green eyes still locked with the head kid’s. The more this kid ranted, the more pissed Zeno got. Then Zeno cracked an evil happy looking smile on his face.

“You guys want to fight about it then?”

The group was puzzled at first but they all started laughing amongst themselves. The head then spoke out again trying to control is laughter.

“Hahehheeee………………sure but don’t cry when we break every bone in your body.”

Zeno uncrossed his arms and raised his fists up. Has he stood he still had that evil looking smile on his face.

“What ever you guys are going down.”

With that said fought he head to head with the gang like cats and dogs. Less than 5 minutes past by and Zeno was sitting down by the water. He had a few cuts and bruises on his face and body and his clothing was ripped and dirty. He got back up and started walking down a road the lead to a few houses.

“Oh yeah I forgot.”

Zeno turned around and looked at the people he just beat the tar out of. Each of them looked worse then the other. Zeno pointed at them.

“Be good and don’t let me catch you stealing in my village again. If you want to fight me again just call. I have nothing else to do.”

Zeno then walked back to the small village. It was nice peaceful place. The people were nice, the weather was always good, and it was a place you could call home. Zeno had been dead for 10 years now. But the thought of him not seeing his mom and dad and the life that he knew still bothered him. To make matters worse there was still no word or appearance of his older brother. It was hard still a hard time for him, but he had friends that helped him get by. Zeno got to a house that was at the edge of the town. He opened the front door.

“Im home UUF!!!!!.”

Zeno fell back after getting hit with a piece of wood. He got up with a red mark on his face.

“What the hell was that for old women!!!!”

And old lady that must of looked 100 stepped outside with a wooden cane.

“You got in another fight didn’t you?”

Zeno closed his eyes and brushed himself off.”

“So what if I did?”

Zeno then got hit in the head with the old women’s cane constantly. They both started fighting and arguing for the whole village to hear. After a while they both finally settled down. They both sat and said nothing for while until the old women broke the silence.

“Zeno you dim wit, this life isn’t meant for you.”

“And just how is it suppose to be meant for me grandma.”

“Listen we’ve been together ten years.”

Zeno eyes lit up in surprise then went dim of sorrow.

“Ten years!?……….Has is really been that long?”

The old women got up and walked towards the window to gaze at the small beautiful village.

“If your thinking about your parents, don’t worry.”

“Ug leave me alone you noisy old bag I’m not in the mood.”

From a distance you could hear a mixture of pots and pans clashing together and Zeno’s voice screaming from getting hit. The old women stood above Zeno that had bumps all over his head. The old women got off of Zeno and sat down smoking a pipe.

“Zenoah, did you think about that talk we had last night.”

“What about The Academy?”

Zeno said getting up and rubbing his head. When he looked at the old women she gave him a serious look. Zeno sighed.

“Zenoah, the Academy offers you a better life. Far better than what I can ever give you.”

“Grandma I….”

“No buts boy, you have a talent I can feel it in your bones. You have a potential to become the real deal. You have nothing to lose, trust me you will have a blast.”

“Yeah it sounds great and all but I just can’t leave you hear. I owe too much.”

“You owe me nothing, no go now I packed your stuff and your all set.”

Zeno looked over at the door to see nothing but some shoes and a bag. Zeno then looked at the old women with an angry look.

“What the hell your kicking me out now.”

“You really don’t have a choice, either you go to the academy or you starve to death…..”

“But I’m already dead?”

“Please….”

The old women’s voice was soft and sad sounding, that caught Zeno’s attention right away. It was clearly a mood he had never seen from her.

“Just go.” She said sad and softly.

Zeno looked at her with a sad look, he then got his belongings she gave him and he closed the door on his way out with his Foster Grandma still sitting on the chair with the same expression.

Zeno walked down the empty road, which is what he also felt in his heart and in his stomach. Tears streamed down Zeno’s face. He wiped them away in surprise. He realized that he hadn’t cried in 10 years.

“I forgot what this was like……………….have I forgotten what it was like being human. Brother, did you experience the same things…..when you first came here?”

Zeno thought a lot to himself as he was walking towards the Academy, about his mom, dad, his brother, and his foster grandmother he just got kicked out. But those 10 great years he spent with her. Would stay in his memories for the rest of his existence. Zeno must of walked for hours till he finally reached to the academy. He looked up to see this giant open door that seemed as tall as a skyscraper. He looked inside to see a city.

“Grandmother I know he must of did this cause you cared for me and he must of know that I always wanted to try this out, but I was afraid of leaving you alone again…………….Thank you grandma.”

His green eyes began to water up but then he remembered his brother and his sad expression turned into determination.

“Alright from here on out Zenoah will never cry again. Bring it on you damn Academy I’ll pass and become the greatest student in this entire place.”

The determined Zeno with his is brown hair blowing steadily in the wind swung his bag behind him and he took his first steps within the boundary of the Academy.