Post by Itsuki Minamoto on Jun 15, 2014 18:14:39 GMT -5
It was raining in the Command Annex.
More accurately, it was raining all across Seireitei, a thick pounding rain that drummed a heavy beat on the covered walkway that led from the Second Division Barracks to its Command Annex. Just beyond the roof was what seemed to be a curtain of water that came from the sky. The thick scent of fresh rainfall filled the air, but its wonders were somewhat lost on the man who walked purposefully across the walkway. Not that Minamoto Itsuki couldn't appreciate a good rainfall, but his mood had been rather dampened for the past few days. At least, he reflected, he could walk now.
His right hand was covered in tightly wrapped white bandages, although they were only the most visible ones. They went all the way up to his elbow, remnants of the burn that had nearly taken his arm with it. Another bandage, covered by his hakama, was wrapped around his chest on the right side, and the fresh scar there still ached every so often as he moved. Give it time, the doctors of the Third had said. Not even Kaido could completely restore everything to perfection without the need of a hospital stay, which was where Itsuki had been for the past several days. Recovering from Karakura. It had been what looked to be the last dispatch he would ever have with his comrades from the Sixth Division. And for all too many of them, it was the last mission they'd ever have at all.
“Ah, you are finally here. You are finally ready to listen to the advice I gave you?” The voice of Tenshou-ki came as it always did, unperturbed and calm. Despite the slight lit that made it into a question, Itsuki would have sworn it sounded like she knew he'd be here. It wasn't a question at all, but a statement of fact. Again and again she spoke like this, as though she had seen this moment before. But his Zanpakuto Spirit had always said she had no capability to see the future. But then she went and said things in such a way that it was quite as though she'd seen it before, or talked as though she understood the outcome ahead of time.
He hadn't understood why she'd suggested the Second, decades ago. The Second did dirty work, they were the secretive arm of Soul Society, doing everything that operated under the cover of darkness. When precision mattered, you went to the Second. Rumors of all sorts floated around Seireitei about what the Second did and didn't do. They ranged from wild to completely absurd, but one thing he did know from his time in the Sixth was that the Second did things swiftly and efficiently. Relationships between the two Divisions were sometimes cool, but he had always had respect for the Shinigami of the Second.
Not that he always liked them. Sometimes they were simply too cold. Othertimes, they seemed to have a distinct...lack of morals. Some of the more memorable quotes were that the Second was a hive of scum and villainy, a place that made the laws in the furthest reaches of the Rukongai seem pure.
Somehow, he doubted that.
Either way, he understood now what Tenshou-ki had been trying to tell him all of those years ago. Patience. It was something she had harped on to the point that Itsuki knew ahead of time what she'd say and how she'd say it, often finishing the ends of her sentences just to point out that he'd heard it already. Timing, and maybe just a bit of levelheadedness. Something that every member of the Second was known for.
Itsuki might have admitted that he was stubborn, but he'd spent the last two centuries in the Sixth without getting anywhere. And with its new Captain, he wasn't sure that he could stomach any of the orders that he was given. It was time to move on.
So it was time to admit that maybe Tenshou-ki knew what she was doing when she had suggested that.
Yeah. I am. Straightforward and honest, just like Itsuki always was. There was little point in denying it just to save face at this point, although he had to wonder about the fit between him and the Second. If there was any truth in the more unsavory rumors, the youngest son of Shun was going to have some difficulties. Recon, intelligence gathering, and precision strikes were things that he wouldn't have issues with. But there were rumors of assassinating even other Shinigami. No matter how much Itsuki had scoffed at them when he'd heard them, now that he was here, he had to admit that he didn't quite know. Of course, no one knew. That would be the point.
As someone who'd been in the Sixth, he knew all too well that the Shinigami were hardly pure and kind. It was possible.
But he was here anyways, looking for a change and maybe a bit of help controlling his heated temper. It was probable, he knew, that the Captain- one Chinda Kiriko- wanted him to have learned that already. It was possible that he wouldn't be accepted into the Division for whatever reason, no matter how much the powers of his sword would help with the ideal of precision and efficiency in completing whatever had been put before him.
He could accept that. Itsuki wouldn't like it, but he could accept it.
“Excellent. You should practice some of that control now. When she tests you, it would be good not to blow up.” Itsuki sighed as his feet landed on the wood of the Command Annex. Always, always going on about this. Of course he knew it would be better to calm down and not flare up with anger. He'd known that for years. But it wasn't like flipping a switch, and he couldn't explain that to anyone. Except, of course, his Grandmother. Yeah yeah, I get it. Stay calm and cool, all that good stuff.
He turned left, having been given directions. Another Shinigami bearing the ensign of the Second was just leaving from the center. Passing the black haired woman by only after checking for the absence of a Captain's insignia, he slipped past her into the open door to the center of the building. A small rock garden sat in the center, currently getting soaked by the rain, and Chinda-Taichou's office was ahead and to the right. Walking quickly and with purpose, it was only another few seconds before he stood at the closed door to the Captain's office.
It'd been centuries since he'd last done this. Here was to the hope he hadn't forgotten how to make a good impression with a Captain. He rapped twice on the wood, the sound sharp, “Pardon the interruption, Chinda-Taichou. Minamoto Itsuki, I had requested a transfer to the Second nearly two weeks ago, but was delayed. You said you had wanted to speak with me first?” Crisp, clear and respectful. He didn't know her, but every rumor said she was dangerous, as sharp as a blade and just as likely to cut if you didn't treat her with respect and honor.
Here was to the hope that he wouldn't cut himself too badly on that blade today.
WC: 1220 | GP: 24 | Total: 24