Post by Kimihiro Koichi on Apr 4, 2011 18:22:00 GMT -5
Third division's barracks were especially quiet on that gloomy day. It was way past noon, yet clouds' gray embrace has turned every single hour into the twilight's domain. Disgusting drizzle, that started from early in the morning, continued to methodically pound hope out of any soul that was unlucky enough to cast their gaze towards colourless sky. Both the weather and lack of patients were partially responsible for the medical squad's deathly calm, but the main reason was without a shred a doubt captain's threat to make the unfortunate one that would dare to disturb him work charity shifts in Rukongai for the next 85 years. The incentive for such unusually grumpy behaviour was most likely the fact that following a bizarre incident a week ago Kimihiro disappeared for several days, leaving the flabbergasted Lieutenant in charge of the division. He returned in four days looking as if he ventured into Hueco Mundo and defeated every single hollow and arrancar there. After that he grabbed a blanket and, after issuing the aforementioned threat, retreated into his office, no one has seen him ever since, yet, evidently, members of the third division greatly valued their next century of life and therefore tiptoed around the barracks and warned every 5th divisioner who arrived to the emergency room to be quiet unless they wanted to end up in the intensive care ward. Strangely enough the murderous aura that was emanating from the captain's office seemed to calm down even the hot-headed bandits.
While that was happening on the other side of the office door Kimihiro Koichi was cradling in his large chair within the warm blanket's protective cocoon and peering into the book, which cover stated in English: "Dante. The Divine Comedy" The shinigami was truly enjoying the breather after the rigorous and exceptionally tiring procedure he had put himself through in the last several days. It was a rather fruitful endeavor altogether, especially since it involved excessive usage of bankai with which young captain needed more training, but all little perks in the world couldn't rid him of the feeling that life was squeezed out of his body and it was then ground on a washing board into a colourless sheet of skin. Koichi's weary eyes were just reaching the end of a page: "Beast living suited me, not human life, the mule that once I was." Just as the slightly shaking hand was about to flip onto further misfortunes of Vanni Fucci he felt the presence he was expecting to swing by for a visit for a while now. Even before the voices outside began rising in a disturbed rumbling captain of the third got up from his chair, folded the blanket and briskly put on the white haori and looked around the room to make sure that, recently cleaned, it was ready to meet an important guest.
The commotion was steadily heading towards the door of his office. With two broad steps he reached and swiftly opened it, thus scaring the living hell out of the startled aide. Poor boy couldn't utter a single word or take a breath for good ten seconds. Koichi smiled and motioned him to step away and let the guest through with two shakes of the head. "Aizawa-dono, grretings." Shinigami bowed and invited the captain-commander in with a broad gesture of the hand. Then he lowered his face to the terrified aide who was standing frozen by the door: "Takashi-kun, the commander is here to discuss matters regarding the future training programs for the division. We might be talking for a while, so would you please get us some drinking snacks?" Takashi nodded and went off on wooden legs. "Promising kid, rather talented healer, not in battle though, as you might have noticed he tends to get overwhelmed easily. Please take a seat" Kimihiro walked up to a cupboard in the far end of the room and took out a majestic bottle of sake and two elegant ceramic cups. One bared a masterful painting of a crane standing amongst water lilies; the other depicted an ox with the rising sun in the background. Both cups bore a special meaning to the shinigami - each of the cups had an element of the Kimihiro family crest, heritage he had learn to accept only recently. He put the bottle and the cups on the table and heated up the sake with a touch of a finger, thus sending a short wave of nausea down his body. Despite the seemingly firm posture there was no hiding the consequences of the "training": captain seemed even skinnier than usual, pale skin was practically stretched over the clearly visible high cheek bones, deep black circles were sitting beneath the dimmed eyes. Koichi would offer Jun a cup of sake, but would take a little sip regardless, a minute later the aide would walk in with a large plate of assorted sushi and four freshly grilled mackerels. "Thank you, Takashi-kun. Could you please close the door behind you and ask the others not to disturb us." After the young shinigami would leave, Koichi would pour in the second round, down it, grab the eel sushi off the plate and send it into his mouth. He would then sit down in his chair and, while looking carefully at his guest, speak:
"I have the vague idea to what exactly I owe the pleasure of your company, Aizawa-dono. Alas, it is impolite of a host to jump into the speculation right off the bat. Therefore I shall ask: what might you require of me, captain-commander?" Kimihiro tone would be polite, but with a very slight joking flavour. His left eye would dye blue while the right one would retain the gentle green tone, feline trickery lurking beneath the warm surface. Despite the facade of calm he was worried. Jun was in no way a dimwit and Koichi definitely showed above average knowledge of Kasumi's "condition", although he hoped commander would be more grateful for helping the captain of the second division than suspicious.
WC: 1008
GP: 20 {total: 20}
While that was happening on the other side of the office door Kimihiro Koichi was cradling in his large chair within the warm blanket's protective cocoon and peering into the book, which cover stated in English: "Dante. The Divine Comedy" The shinigami was truly enjoying the breather after the rigorous and exceptionally tiring procedure he had put himself through in the last several days. It was a rather fruitful endeavor altogether, especially since it involved excessive usage of bankai with which young captain needed more training, but all little perks in the world couldn't rid him of the feeling that life was squeezed out of his body and it was then ground on a washing board into a colourless sheet of skin. Koichi's weary eyes were just reaching the end of a page: "Beast living suited me, not human life, the mule that once I was." Just as the slightly shaking hand was about to flip onto further misfortunes of Vanni Fucci he felt the presence he was expecting to swing by for a visit for a while now. Even before the voices outside began rising in a disturbed rumbling captain of the third got up from his chair, folded the blanket and briskly put on the white haori and looked around the room to make sure that, recently cleaned, it was ready to meet an important guest.
The commotion was steadily heading towards the door of his office. With two broad steps he reached and swiftly opened it, thus scaring the living hell out of the startled aide. Poor boy couldn't utter a single word or take a breath for good ten seconds. Koichi smiled and motioned him to step away and let the guest through with two shakes of the head. "Aizawa-dono, grretings." Shinigami bowed and invited the captain-commander in with a broad gesture of the hand. Then he lowered his face to the terrified aide who was standing frozen by the door: "Takashi-kun, the commander is here to discuss matters regarding the future training programs for the division. We might be talking for a while, so would you please get us some drinking snacks?" Takashi nodded and went off on wooden legs. "Promising kid, rather talented healer, not in battle though, as you might have noticed he tends to get overwhelmed easily. Please take a seat" Kimihiro walked up to a cupboard in the far end of the room and took out a majestic bottle of sake and two elegant ceramic cups. One bared a masterful painting of a crane standing amongst water lilies; the other depicted an ox with the rising sun in the background. Both cups bore a special meaning to the shinigami - each of the cups had an element of the Kimihiro family crest, heritage he had learn to accept only recently. He put the bottle and the cups on the table and heated up the sake with a touch of a finger, thus sending a short wave of nausea down his body. Despite the seemingly firm posture there was no hiding the consequences of the "training": captain seemed even skinnier than usual, pale skin was practically stretched over the clearly visible high cheek bones, deep black circles were sitting beneath the dimmed eyes. Koichi would offer Jun a cup of sake, but would take a little sip regardless, a minute later the aide would walk in with a large plate of assorted sushi and four freshly grilled mackerels. "Thank you, Takashi-kun. Could you please close the door behind you and ask the others not to disturb us." After the young shinigami would leave, Koichi would pour in the second round, down it, grab the eel sushi off the plate and send it into his mouth. He would then sit down in his chair and, while looking carefully at his guest, speak:
"I have the vague idea to what exactly I owe the pleasure of your company, Aizawa-dono. Alas, it is impolite of a host to jump into the speculation right off the bat. Therefore I shall ask: what might you require of me, captain-commander?" Kimihiro tone would be polite, but with a very slight joking flavour. His left eye would dye blue while the right one would retain the gentle green tone, feline trickery lurking beneath the warm surface. Despite the facade of calm he was worried. Jun was in no way a dimwit and Koichi definitely showed above average knowledge of Kasumi's "condition", although he hoped commander would be more grateful for helping the captain of the second division than suspicious.
WC: 1008
GP: 20 {total: 20}