Uryuu Ishida found himself in a spot few, if any, males had ever been, and he did not want to be there. Not entirely.

He stared back at the shinigami of eliminations past.

The special meeting of the Shinigami Women's Association was being held in the roomier cafeteria of Eleventh Division, close enough to Ninth Division to hear the occasional "Fierce ( Read more... )

21. Textures Photo Shoot

The next morning dawned hot and muggy, the air thick with humidity before they were even out of bed. Yoruichi was already up and about, leaving Nemu, Nanao, Rangiku, and Orihime to dress in the spacious sleeping quarters as the sun's rays shown off the pool waters beyond the patio doors.

"It's going to be a hot one today," ( Read more... )

14. Spectator

Isshin Kurosaki frowned at the sudden ripple in spiritual pressure, unable to determine its exact qualities, but aware it wasn't like anything he'd detected in years. Many years.

He answered the knock at the front door to his house before either of the twins could get to it, and found himself staring back at one of the last people he ( Read more... )

37. Thursday Evening

The scorching hot day that blistered the Seireitei streets dissolved into a mild, sultry evening that Thursday, offering not much relief to the heat except for a few gray clouds that promised rain later that night.

The weather mattered little to the man sitting at table Eight, alone, as he had been for the last few weeks, his ( Read more... )

34. Mail Call

Monday morning was the usual at Eighth Division. Nanao collected the Division's mail from the central post before arriving at her desk in Eighth's already warm offices, sighing in the early morning breeze that found its way in through the open windows. She knew her captain was already there, and probably sleeping, as indicated by the ( Read more... )

32. Live Wire

She paused at the captains' entrance of the Soul Society Canteen, more than a little nervous about going inside that warm Saturday evening. Kiyone Kotetsu couldn't remember the last time she'd been there without Captain Ukitake or at least Sentarou Kotsubaki at her side.

Nagging, nudging, judging at her side, she added to the thought ( Read more... )

31. A Little Light Reading

It wasn't like Nanao to ignore or delay responding to her captain's call. Usually she was up and out of her chair in seconds -- if not already at his side -- but for the past few hours his incessant beckoning had become something verging on a fixation.

She appeared in the doorway to his office for the umpteenth time, her ( Read more... )

25. Friday Morning

Shunsui was at the Eighth Division offices earlier than normal that Friday morning, which meant before noon, but this time he knew he was earlier than his lieutenant expected, too.

Nanao was nowhere to be seen.

He knew she'd been in already, his haori draped on his desk chair evidence of that, but there was no sign of his petite
( Read more... )

Ch. 18 Form Revision

The vice-captains meeting was a bit livelier than usual, with Renji sustaining an unusual amount of ribbing from his peers until his face was as red as his hair, and then growing a darker shade as he reminded everyone that he had won the candle demo, and still had the blister to prove it. The meeting had closed with Yachiru ( Read more... )

15. Three Strands

The paper was wrinkled in several spots from the rain, the water damage making a few of the answers illegible. The handwriting was masculine, but practiced, and Shunsui had learned that the penmanship filling out the questionnaires didn't necessarily reflect much about the applicant. It was one of several from the Living World that ( Read more... )