Smoke wafted off her lips as she exhaled, pulling the cigarette away and holding it out in a lazy grip.

“Difficult to answer that. I’ve had them for as long as I can remember. They are not made with ink but my own energy. They shift and have different levels of vibrancy. I’m still understanding their unique properties. You like?”

The ice cold tattoos on her arms, chest and face began to shift over her skin, her eyes narrowed to dark slits as her hands flexed into fists while her sapphire lips dipped into a sneer.

Her spiritual pressure began to fluctuate wildly, uncontrollably so as the air began to frost.

“I’m. Done.”

“Asked what? I told you I didn’t want to have a conversation about parental figures and here you go blathering on about your grandpa training you and you have all these magical abilities…!”

She gestured with her hands wildly.

“I didn’t ask you shit! You are starting to piss me off…”

She shot them a look, how the hell were these people getting into the Soul Society? This multiverse world was weird…

Yuki had enough of this conversation talking about parents, grandparents and the like.

“Good for you…” she flexed her jaw with the back of her hand causing it to pop.

“If you’ll excuse me now… I have some training to do… some of us don’t have that bred into our genes…”

“I’m not going to apologize because you sounded arrogant.”

She waves her hand dismissively at them.

“I was an orphan, a street kid… so I’m not sure what it’s like to have family. And honestly, I don’t want to have a conversation about parental figures…”

There was a bitter look in her eyes.

“So you mean to say, you are genetically gifted to use magic. You have an inherent ability to use it.. you should have lead with that. The way you said it made you out to be a douchebag… though I’m still on the fence with that one…”

She looks at them with a slight narrowed gaze.

“So you are a spoiled brat? That’s what I’m hearing from that mouth.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

She is a Soul Reaper and has already hand -many- unprotected premarital h*nd h*ldings. Raw is the best way.

“I better get going, keep out of trouble, Lep.” She steps away scratching the back of her head towards the instructor.

“Yeah, yeah… I hear ya…”

“I know you are only trying to help, but I don’t like feeling like a patient.” She waved her hand dismissively. She dropped the cigarette, crushing it under her sandal. She perked up hearing her name called out over the wall.

She flicks the ash, letting it scatter into the breeze and looks away.

“I don’t need a therapist, I get enough of that shit already. I know I’m already a broken woman. Something is itching, scratching its way to the surface.”

She looks away, the cigarette half burned from her lips.