Not even a nick

There's a huge explosion and smoke once more fills the arena. When it clears, you aren't surprised to see he'd blocked with his forearm...and there's not even a nick in the cloth. "Shit..." You fall forward, and would've taken a face plant of he hadn't caught you.

"Easy, Frost..." He lowers you to the ground slowly...

You come to lying on a comfortible bed, Captain Unohana it tending to your wounds. She notices you staring and smiles. "You did very well, Valentine." You turn you head away...it's not a compliment. Gazing at your Zanpakutō, Grimm, you grit your teeth.

"I lost." This is the first time you've ever tasted defeat since becoming a Shinigami...and you don't like it. "It was all I could do to keep myself alive, and when Grimm supplied me with his power, I betrayed his trust and couldn't even nick Captain Kurosaki.

"Oh, I don't know about that. You did very well against a Captain. You actually **** Captain Kurosaki to use Getsuga Tenshō. That, in itself, is something to be proud of."

"He could've killed me at any time. He held back the entire time...the only reason he used Bankai is because I goaded him into it. I'm not his equal. What the heck was I thinking?" She sighs and continues to heal the slash across his chest.

"Well, if you wish to view it that way...you took two slashes from his sword and you were still standing. How many Shinigami short of Captain or Lieutenant level can say that?"

"It just means I can be used as a training dummy, Captain." She chuckles a bit before she looks you in the eyes.

"You're a strong Shinigami, Valentine."

"I'm not a Shinigami...I'm a Visored..." Your eyes close as you lose consciousness once again. When you finally do come to again you're still lying in the bed, but this time the aches and pains of last time are far away. Leaning up your hand immediately goes to your Zanpakutō. Grimm's happiness is transfered to you almost immediately.

Throwing your feet over the edge of the hospital bed you realize you're not wearing your Shihakushō, but a light yukata that was fairly comfortible...even if it looked very feminine. As if your awakening had been sensed Captain Unohana enters and seeing you standing smiles.

"You are feeling better?" You nod and heft your sword up to rest on your shoulder, it's change appears to have been permanent.

"Much, Captain, thank you." You bow your head respectfully. "Um...can I ask where Captain Kurosaki. I'd like very much to begin training with him once again." She approaches and you watch.

"He is dealing with an Arrancar right now. I think it would be best if you focused on getting better before you begin training again." Somehow...you feel a bit frightened and sit back down. Returning your Zanpakutō to it's resting place against the wall.

"Let me see your wounds." You pull open the front of your yukata and expose your chest. She approaches to examine your wounds, which you believe to be healing rather nicely, and which she confirms. Soon enough you'd be able to train with--

"Are you feeling better?" Both you and Captain Unohana look over at the Captain. "You look much better." Captain Kurosaki approaches, a ragged slash in his shoulder bleeding rather profusely. He shows no outward signs of pain. "And your sword hasn't changed back either."

Another person, a orange haired woman, enters or at least tried before tripping over her own two feet and taking out Captain Kurosaki. You stare, more then a bit confused as the Captain leans up clutching his head. "Owwww! Ichigo, are you ok?" He grumbles before helping her up, still holding his head.

You remember hearing a rumor about an orange haired girl when you were in the Academy. They said that she was almost always at his side, that her skills with healing techniques were Captain Unohana's rival. "Would you two please quit goofing off? This is a hospital." Despite her sweet voice, it makes even YOU shiver. Captain Kurosaki and the orange haired girl both begin to sweet profusely.

"Y-Yeah. Gotta go!" They darted out of the room leaving Captain Unohana and yourself alone in the room. She returns to examining the wounds for a brief moment before allowing you to close the front of your robe. You decide that since you cannot train, sleep would be the next best thing and you go back to bed...