Post by Hazuki Tsukimiya on Feb 12, 2016 9:49:45 GMT -5
A faint green light illuminated Hazuki’s face as she coaxed her own body into ridding itself of the ugly bruise that had materialized on her chest just above her left breast. Where it had come from she had no idea, but a twinge of discomfort earlier had prompted some prodding on her part, and she had quickly found the damage. It was dark and ugly, burst blood vessels and tender flesh, but Hazuki’s Kaidō was progressing nicely and within minutes her skin was flawless yet again.
She rubbed the now bruise-free spot of flesh thoughtfully and settled her uniform back into place, hiding the fine silver chain around her neck once more. The blinds of her office were down to hide her temporary exposure, and although Hazuki had an errand to run, she figured now was as good a time as any to check up on her prize.
She had hidden the blade in her new office in much the same way she had hidden it in her old quarters in the First, but there was a level of security in a lieutenant’s office—especially in a division like the Fourth—that was unmatched by anything she had encountered in the First during her relatively short tenure as an officer there. Granted, her responsibility there had simply been to oversee interdivisional communication, but the Fourth gave new meaning to the word paranoia: even before her renovation of the office there had been secure storage in her floor, coded to allow Hazuki alone access, and it had been spacious. The sword had fit quite comfortably in it along with a few other items and documents that Hazuki felt necessitated safekeeping, and she found the compartment and opened it. Its contents remained untouched, of course, and the sight of the sword in its long, shiny, scabbard served as an excellent reminder of why she was here. She couldn’t let her recent successes overshadow that she was looking for someone.
She remained there motionless for a moment, almost afraid to touch the sky-blue hilt, and then closed the safe, the heavy locking mechanisms clicking into place. She raised the blinds—wide, wooden venetian blinds, identical to the ones from the house she had grown up in—and let in the sunlight. She blinked at the brightness, the sharp contrast catching her off-guard, and shaded her eyes as she scanned the courtyard. The dark circles under her eyes had returned, as she knew they would, but it didn’t bother her. She had been a picture of perfection when she had cut down Wakahisa, and that was enough for her. She turned back to her office, made a minor adjustment to the ikebana she had been working on—this piece featured snowdrops, a rare treat given it was Hazuki’s favorite flower and she didn’t like overusing it—then picked up one of the envelopes on her desk. A cursory glance of its contents seemed to satisfy her, then she reached for her sword, slid it securely into her obi and departed, envelope in hand.
The walk to the the Fifth Division’s compound was a pleasant one; the sun was out and the air was warm, but Hazuki paid it very little mind. The last time she had entered the Fifth, the captain of the division had fled Seireitei and eventually become a monster. That was well before the extent of the rot that had spread through Seireitei had become common knowledge. Today, however, Hazuki knew exactly what she was going to meet.
She garnered a great deal more attention this time than the last—lieutenancy was like that, and she carried with her a certain infamy given recent events—and she had no need to stop for directions to what had once been Jasper Aizawa’s office.
Now, as then, she stood outside its doors, but this time there was no smile creeping onto her face. She did not disagree with Commander Fujikagi’s decision here as she had done with Wakahisa, but that didn’t mean she had to be happy about Nagisa Chinda’s captaincy.
Hazuki knocked.
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She rubbed the now bruise-free spot of flesh thoughtfully and settled her uniform back into place, hiding the fine silver chain around her neck once more. The blinds of her office were down to hide her temporary exposure, and although Hazuki had an errand to run, she figured now was as good a time as any to check up on her prize.
She had hidden the blade in her new office in much the same way she had hidden it in her old quarters in the First, but there was a level of security in a lieutenant’s office—especially in a division like the Fourth—that was unmatched by anything she had encountered in the First during her relatively short tenure as an officer there. Granted, her responsibility there had simply been to oversee interdivisional communication, but the Fourth gave new meaning to the word paranoia: even before her renovation of the office there had been secure storage in her floor, coded to allow Hazuki alone access, and it had been spacious. The sword had fit quite comfortably in it along with a few other items and documents that Hazuki felt necessitated safekeeping, and she found the compartment and opened it. Its contents remained untouched, of course, and the sight of the sword in its long, shiny, scabbard served as an excellent reminder of why she was here. She couldn’t let her recent successes overshadow that she was looking for someone.
She remained there motionless for a moment, almost afraid to touch the sky-blue hilt, and then closed the safe, the heavy locking mechanisms clicking into place. She raised the blinds—wide, wooden venetian blinds, identical to the ones from the house she had grown up in—and let in the sunlight. She blinked at the brightness, the sharp contrast catching her off-guard, and shaded her eyes as she scanned the courtyard. The dark circles under her eyes had returned, as she knew they would, but it didn’t bother her. She had been a picture of perfection when she had cut down Wakahisa, and that was enough for her. She turned back to her office, made a minor adjustment to the ikebana she had been working on—this piece featured snowdrops, a rare treat given it was Hazuki’s favorite flower and she didn’t like overusing it—then picked up one of the envelopes on her desk. A cursory glance of its contents seemed to satisfy her, then she reached for her sword, slid it securely into her obi and departed, envelope in hand.
The walk to the the Fifth Division’s compound was a pleasant one; the sun was out and the air was warm, but Hazuki paid it very little mind. The last time she had entered the Fifth, the captain of the division had fled Seireitei and eventually become a monster. That was well before the extent of the rot that had spread through Seireitei had become common knowledge. Today, however, Hazuki knew exactly what she was going to meet.
She garnered a great deal more attention this time than the last—lieutenancy was like that, and she carried with her a certain infamy given recent events—and she had no need to stop for directions to what had once been Jasper Aizawa’s office.
Now, as then, she stood outside its doors, but this time there was no smile creeping onto her face. She did not disagree with Commander Fujikagi’s decision here as she had done with Wakahisa, but that didn’t mean she had to be happy about Nagisa Chinda’s captaincy.
Hazuki knocked.
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