[Log]Momo Hinamori, Kenpachi Zaraki
Title: Little Bird on my Shoulder
Characters: Kenpachi Zaraki (kellenanne), Momo Hinamori (davyn)
Timeline: March 16, 1950
Rating: PG
Summary: Momo meets Kenpachi. Who said dealing with him is difficult?
Momo was in something of a bind. She had, admittedly, prosecuted a few women during her work as a prosecutor. She was a woman and it was easier for her to paint a proper picture, vengeance, anger, hatred. If the office required that a woman be put behind bars it might as well be someone who could sway the jury into believing them. She was good it, was good at putting men behind bars as well.
Still though this defense attorney was very good and very smug and he was getting on her nerves. The girl was tiny, so what? Fragile? Stuck in a loveless marriage? Even so she couldn't have crushed her husband's throat - he had been over six feet tall. The girl was barely bigger than she was. The sad part was that she could practically feel the jury starting to sway on this one. They were actually falling for the poor innocent child act.
She needed someone who could convince the jury that it was possible. Male, female, it didn't matter. Crushing some ones throat was easy when they were in a drunken stupor on the floor of the kitchen; the coroner had been very detailed in that report. It was the only thing that she had going in her favor at the moment. She absolutely hated being on uneven footing. Especially with sneaky, conniving, attorneys.
She sighed. She had one long sort of a shot. One of her consultants had told her about the crazy ex-military, NYPD, dojo owner who lived on this side of town. She was not above slapping him with a subpoena but she was very aware of how much goodwill that would bring. She would much rather talk to him; get his agreement to testify, and sit back with glee while she watched the defenses argument crumble around their heads like old bread.
First though she had to convince him. That could be tricky.
Paperwork was hell. It was one of the few things Kenpachi couldn't beat into submission. It stared at him, mocking him, daring him to try to pound the ink into doing something worthwhile.
He stared right back, pen in hand and glaring down at it.
He had people to do this shit, didn't he? If he didn't he should hire some. Or force some of the idiots already on his staff to do it. He tapped the pen against the desk, leaning over it, and wondered if he could put this off another day.
The day was too inviting to just sit at the damned reception desk and do paperwork.
Momo paused at the door to the dojo. She really hoped this was the right one. Her contact was good but sometimes he was a little eccentric, which was why she was one of the few people who worked with him. She liked him though, he was nice and polite and took her questions seriously even if she was sure he wanted to laugh at her.
It gave her the courage she needed to walk into the dojo. She blinked a few times to clear her vision and felt her eyes widen at the… monster of a man squished into a chair that was too small for him at the front desk. She sort of glanced up his face to his hair… were those bells?
She blinked rapidly for a moment before turning her attention back to his face.
Oh… my.
Kenpachi didn't bother putting the pen down when the door opened and almost didn't bother looking up to greet whoever was coming in that door. He wasn't no receptionist; he owned the damn place and if someone wanted to walk in, that was fine by him. He wasn't there to hold their damned hands.
But... he was also a curious man. He looked up and cocked a brow at the tiniest woman... No. Yachiru may have been smaller.
But Yachiru had never looked at him quite like that. "What?" he barked. No little timid thing needed to be coming in here, looking at him like that. Wasn't gonna get much fun outta this one, he could tell already.
Momo almost flinched at bit at his very loud demand. She straightened her shoulders and swallowed. She had a reason for being here, she needed someone to come explain to the jury what an idiot the defense attorney's doctor was.
She would just pray that he was not the person that she was looking for. Quietly.
"I am looking for a Kenpachi Zaraki?" She said. Pretending that he was a judge that she had to discuss some aspect of the case with, was easier than actually focusing on him.
He was huge.
Kenpachi nearly chuckled at the girl's obvious attempt to look more... What was she trying to look more like? A woman with a clue? Someone who possessed some sort of confidence?
Heh, he shouldn't be bothered with it. "Mr. Zaraki," he said, glancing down at the paperwork, "has better things to do than spend any time with a scared little bird."
Like paperwork. Paperwork was infinitely more interesting than some her.
Momo blinked at him, mouth hanging open just a little bit. He was… scared little bird? Her eyes narrowed at him. She was not a scared little bird, she was an Assistant Attorney for the District Attorneys offices.
She frowned at him. Pulled out the official notice that she had gotten Ukitate to sign stating that she was an Assistant District Attorney and a few other pieces of information that she needed for each case - she hated using it though.
"I still need to speak with him," she stated firmly. She wouldn't be intimidated by a crazy huge man with bells on his head. No matter how… big he was.
Kenpachi blinked at the piece of paper she started waving around. Little bird was someone who thought she was important, was she? He plucked the paper from her hands, laying it flat on the desk, and giving it a nice long look. An ADA, was she? Looking for information? Information, he had. A willingness to give out that info? He had that too, for the right price.
Little slip of a bird wouldn't have what it took for the usual price. Well, he'll see. Maybe she'd have something more interestin' than paperwork.
He leaned forward, toying with her letter. "So start squawkin', Little Bird. Why d'ya need to speak with ol' Kenpachi?"
She frowned at him. Little bird? Snatching things out of her hands? He had absolutely no manners, none. She deepened her frown.
"My name," she said clearly and slowly just in case he was stupid. He kind of looked that way, all tall and no brain. "Is Momo, not Little Bird." She blinked. Wait just one second. He was Kenpachi? Oh. Oh. That was so not what she had been hoping for. The wind went out of her sails for a moment before she caught herself.
He had been playing her. She did not appreciate that.
"One of my contacts on various things," she leveled him with her best prosecutor tone and expression. Which basically meant staring him down, he was big, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. She was not fond of being played, at all. "Said that you might be able to explain, to a jury, some of the simpler and easier techniques required to crush some ones wind pipe." She crossed her arms.
Not that she doubted he could do it. The man was big enough to probably kill someone with just his thumb.
"Might's a mighty tellin' word, Little Bird." She could insist her name was Momo all she wanted. He ain't an idiot and he ain't listening to that little crack, or the way she'd said it, all slow and drawn out. He knew that trick, used it himself. Wouldn't start falling for it and snapping to every time she looked crossways at him. Little Bird it was staying until he got wind of something better. "I might know. I might not. Even if I did, I might or might not tell ya."
He pointed at her. "I don't go just telling anybody anything." He paused, cracking a grin. "'Less you wanted I should demonstrate?"
Momo sighed. Great he was one of those as well. "If you're not interested, fine. I simply need some testimony stating that it is possible for a woman to crush a man's throat while he is in a drunken stupor on the floor. If you are incapable of doing so or do not have the credentials to go before a court of law and testify then really all you have to do is say so."
She shrugged. He was apparently brash and blunt, she could be blunt. "Then the district attorneys office has no need of your time." Nor did she want to waste her own.
Not capable or not interested? Little Bird was someone easily discouraged, was she? He laughed, then laughed more at the situation she'd outlined, and then laughed again when he thought about. Drunken stupor? Heh. That was kinda funny. Damned fool; prolly deserved it.
"Bird, even you could crush a windpipe if that's the situation." Fuck, a child could. Mebbe even a dog or somethin'.
Little Bird here was somethin' else. Proving to be a little entertaining, at least. More so than the paperwork. She was standing there tying to make him talk out of some overblown ego? Heh. Whether she believed him or not, thought he could be played that way or not, he didn't care. He just wasn't going back to the paperwork long as she was willing to distract him.
Momo nodded. "Do you think you can convince a jury of that?" If he was any sort of an expert… well he supposedly had good references at least. She wished she had Toushirou's eyebrows, being able to quirk and eyebrow at him in question would have been helpful.
She really needed him to be able to convince a jury of that. Otherwise this was completely pointless.
Convince a jury, huh? He stared at her, unsure whether to laugh at that or not. She wanted to drag him to court, drag some sort of expert testimony from him, and she... what? Expected no less than his complete cooperation?
Little Bird could squawk pretty loudly when she wanted. He chuckled.
"You gotta convince me its worth my time first." See what she came up with. This could be damned interesting if Bird here proved as sharp as he was beginning to think she was.
Or, failing bright, maybe just loud.
Momo just stared at him. She had to convince him? She blinked. Really what kind of a person was he? She sighed. She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment. What type of person was he? He obviously thought pretty highly of himself. He was also quite rude.
She shrugged. "I cannot say that putting a killer behind bars appeals to everyone." Not that she had any idea of what would appeal to him. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. He had been a cop but in her line of work she knew that that really didn't mean much.
She smiled at him. A smile was good; it tended to throw people off guard. Prosecutors didn't smile to often, it worked well for her. Especially when she was questioning someone who just say the woman and the public defender.
"I can't really say I can make it worth your time. You would be going against one of the better minds in the field and he really has the jury eating out of his hands." Not that she thought he could really sway them, but having someone that size admit a woman as small as the defendant could crush his throat might work to her favor. If she could convince him.
Most people might have backed away or demanded things of him; either way would have had him either shooing whoever it was of his property or breaking a nose - or more. This girl, though, tried something new.
Manipulation.
Kenpachi actually wasn't sure what he thought of it. She wasn't scared, wasn't trying to force his hand. All she was doing was trying to find a weak spot.
Pretty little lawyer, that's what this Little Bird was. He grinned. "So what's yer case? Gimme something interestin' and we'll start talking." She threw out something good, and he'd "fall" for her manipulation.
She had proven more interesting than paperwork after all. He could count that in Bird's favor.
She wondered if covering her eyes in exasperation would be showing weakness to this man. She shook her head instead.
"You don't read the papers do you?" Otherwise he would have noticed this one all over the place. "The lady involved decided she wanted a new life, but divorce was to messy so when her husband passed out drunk in the kitchen, she stepped on his throat and crushed his windpipe."
Another shrug.
"I simply need you to prove that the defense attorney's evidence is in correct." Another smile.
Hmmm, could be interesting. Lady stepped on some fool's throat when he couldn't defend himself? Wasn't much lower than that. And Little Bird here was trying to prosecute some woman, huh? He almost expected her on the other side. Women defending women, standing up for each other an' all that.
He picked up his pen and leaned forward. "Defense is sayin', then, that this girl's, what? Too little? Too light? Not enough strength? What's the story, Little Bird?"
He could admit it. Bird here had peaked his interest.
Oh now he got curious. "Yes," she agreed. "She is too little to be able to physically kill her husband in such a gruesome and cruel manner." She personally didn't believe it, didn't even need to ask Toushirou about that one. She just needed someone who had no regard for the fact that she was a woman and agree that could in fact have killed her husband by crushing his throat.
That was apparently the difficult part.
"An' she crushed his throat by stepping on it?" He paused. "Allegedly." Kinda forgot that part a lot. Did that when he was patrolling the streets too. Innocent until proven guilty. Yeah, sure. He believed it.
"Throats're fragile," he told her. "Anyone who knows a bit'll go for a throat if they can." He fixed her with a glare. "Little Bird here might need a few lessons in defendin' herself." He had a women's class meeting in the dojo; might be worth his while to actually go to court if he could get Bird here into the dojo once in awhile. Providin' she kept proving more interesting than the paperwork. Girl was a distraction; might be worth it.
She nodded. Toushirou was always spouting something like that off. Which was why she was very much convinced she could put the woman behind bars if she could just get someone up there who could explain that to a jury. She chewed on her bottom lip. He wanted her to take some defense classes?
"If you come testify." If he would come testify she would come take his defense class. If she was willing to learn how to shoot a gun, surely she could learn how to defend herself from someone physically? That might be a good idea.
As long as it wasn't huge and creepy teaching the class.
Kenpachi grinned, baring his teeth and giving Bird another once-over. Girl could use some strengthening up; he already had a half-formed regimen for her. Definite strength training, then something simple. She might be fast; that'd work good. Real good.
He leaned over the desk and held out his hand. "Deal."
Momo reached forward and took his hand. Huge. His huge hand. She shook it gamely.
"Deal."
She smiled brightly at him. The defense was in trouble now. She would figure out what to do about the whole 'self-defense' stuff later.
Characters: Kenpachi Zaraki (kellenanne), Momo Hinamori (davyn)
Timeline: March 16, 1950
Rating: PG
Summary: Momo meets Kenpachi. Who said dealing with him is difficult?
Momo was in something of a bind. She had, admittedly, prosecuted a few women during her work as a prosecutor. She was a woman and it was easier for her to paint a proper picture, vengeance, anger, hatred. If the office required that a woman be put behind bars it might as well be someone who could sway the jury into believing them. She was good it, was good at putting men behind bars as well.
Still though this defense attorney was very good and very smug and he was getting on her nerves. The girl was tiny, so what? Fragile? Stuck in a loveless marriage? Even so she couldn't have crushed her husband's throat - he had been over six feet tall. The girl was barely bigger than she was. The sad part was that she could practically feel the jury starting to sway on this one. They were actually falling for the poor innocent child act.
She needed someone who could convince the jury that it was possible. Male, female, it didn't matter. Crushing some ones throat was easy when they were in a drunken stupor on the floor of the kitchen; the coroner had been very detailed in that report. It was the only thing that she had going in her favor at the moment. She absolutely hated being on uneven footing. Especially with sneaky, conniving, attorneys.
She sighed. She had one long sort of a shot. One of her consultants had told her about the crazy ex-military, NYPD, dojo owner who lived on this side of town. She was not above slapping him with a subpoena but she was very aware of how much goodwill that would bring. She would much rather talk to him; get his agreement to testify, and sit back with glee while she watched the defenses argument crumble around their heads like old bread.
First though she had to convince him. That could be tricky.
Paperwork was hell. It was one of the few things Kenpachi couldn't beat into submission. It stared at him, mocking him, daring him to try to pound the ink into doing something worthwhile.
He stared right back, pen in hand and glaring down at it.
He had people to do this shit, didn't he? If he didn't he should hire some. Or force some of the idiots already on his staff to do it. He tapped the pen against the desk, leaning over it, and wondered if he could put this off another day.
The day was too inviting to just sit at the damned reception desk and do paperwork.
Momo paused at the door to the dojo. She really hoped this was the right one. Her contact was good but sometimes he was a little eccentric, which was why she was one of the few people who worked with him. She liked him though, he was nice and polite and took her questions seriously even if she was sure he wanted to laugh at her.
It gave her the courage she needed to walk into the dojo. She blinked a few times to clear her vision and felt her eyes widen at the… monster of a man squished into a chair that was too small for him at the front desk. She sort of glanced up his face to his hair… were those bells?
She blinked rapidly for a moment before turning her attention back to his face.
Oh… my.
Kenpachi didn't bother putting the pen down when the door opened and almost didn't bother looking up to greet whoever was coming in that door. He wasn't no receptionist; he owned the damn place and if someone wanted to walk in, that was fine by him. He wasn't there to hold their damned hands.
But... he was also a curious man. He looked up and cocked a brow at the tiniest woman... No. Yachiru may have been smaller.
But Yachiru had never looked at him quite like that. "What?" he barked. No little timid thing needed to be coming in here, looking at him like that. Wasn't gonna get much fun outta this one, he could tell already.
Momo almost flinched at bit at his very loud demand. She straightened her shoulders and swallowed. She had a reason for being here, she needed someone to come explain to the jury what an idiot the defense attorney's doctor was.
She would just pray that he was not the person that she was looking for. Quietly.
"I am looking for a Kenpachi Zaraki?" She said. Pretending that he was a judge that she had to discuss some aspect of the case with, was easier than actually focusing on him.
He was huge.
Kenpachi nearly chuckled at the girl's obvious attempt to look more... What was she trying to look more like? A woman with a clue? Someone who possessed some sort of confidence?
Heh, he shouldn't be bothered with it. "Mr. Zaraki," he said, glancing down at the paperwork, "has better things to do than spend any time with a scared little bird."
Like paperwork. Paperwork was infinitely more interesting than some her.
Momo blinked at him, mouth hanging open just a little bit. He was… scared little bird? Her eyes narrowed at him. She was not a scared little bird, she was an Assistant Attorney for the District Attorneys offices.
She frowned at him. Pulled out the official notice that she had gotten Ukitate to sign stating that she was an Assistant District Attorney and a few other pieces of information that she needed for each case - she hated using it though.
"I still need to speak with him," she stated firmly. She wouldn't be intimidated by a crazy huge man with bells on his head. No matter how… big he was.
Kenpachi blinked at the piece of paper she started waving around. Little bird was someone who thought she was important, was she? He plucked the paper from her hands, laying it flat on the desk, and giving it a nice long look. An ADA, was she? Looking for information? Information, he had. A willingness to give out that info? He had that too, for the right price.
Little slip of a bird wouldn't have what it took for the usual price. Well, he'll see. Maybe she'd have something more interestin' than paperwork.
He leaned forward, toying with her letter. "So start squawkin', Little Bird. Why d'ya need to speak with ol' Kenpachi?"
She frowned at him. Little bird? Snatching things out of her hands? He had absolutely no manners, none. She deepened her frown.
"My name," she said clearly and slowly just in case he was stupid. He kind of looked that way, all tall and no brain. "Is Momo, not Little Bird." She blinked. Wait just one second. He was Kenpachi? Oh. Oh. That was so not what she had been hoping for. The wind went out of her sails for a moment before she caught herself.
He had been playing her. She did not appreciate that.
"One of my contacts on various things," she leveled him with her best prosecutor tone and expression. Which basically meant staring him down, he was big, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. She was not fond of being played, at all. "Said that you might be able to explain, to a jury, some of the simpler and easier techniques required to crush some ones wind pipe." She crossed her arms.
Not that she doubted he could do it. The man was big enough to probably kill someone with just his thumb.
"Might's a mighty tellin' word, Little Bird." She could insist her name was Momo all she wanted. He ain't an idiot and he ain't listening to that little crack, or the way she'd said it, all slow and drawn out. He knew that trick, used it himself. Wouldn't start falling for it and snapping to every time she looked crossways at him. Little Bird it was staying until he got wind of something better. "I might know. I might not. Even if I did, I might or might not tell ya."
He pointed at her. "I don't go just telling anybody anything." He paused, cracking a grin. "'Less you wanted I should demonstrate?"
Momo sighed. Great he was one of those as well. "If you're not interested, fine. I simply need some testimony stating that it is possible for a woman to crush a man's throat while he is in a drunken stupor on the floor. If you are incapable of doing so or do not have the credentials to go before a court of law and testify then really all you have to do is say so."
She shrugged. He was apparently brash and blunt, she could be blunt. "Then the district attorneys office has no need of your time." Nor did she want to waste her own.
Not capable or not interested? Little Bird was someone easily discouraged, was she? He laughed, then laughed more at the situation she'd outlined, and then laughed again when he thought about. Drunken stupor? Heh. That was kinda funny. Damned fool; prolly deserved it.
"Bird, even you could crush a windpipe if that's the situation." Fuck, a child could. Mebbe even a dog or somethin'.
Little Bird here was somethin' else. Proving to be a little entertaining, at least. More so than the paperwork. She was standing there tying to make him talk out of some overblown ego? Heh. Whether she believed him or not, thought he could be played that way or not, he didn't care. He just wasn't going back to the paperwork long as she was willing to distract him.
Momo nodded. "Do you think you can convince a jury of that?" If he was any sort of an expert… well he supposedly had good references at least. She wished she had Toushirou's eyebrows, being able to quirk and eyebrow at him in question would have been helpful.
She really needed him to be able to convince a jury of that. Otherwise this was completely pointless.
Convince a jury, huh? He stared at her, unsure whether to laugh at that or not. She wanted to drag him to court, drag some sort of expert testimony from him, and she... what? Expected no less than his complete cooperation?
Little Bird could squawk pretty loudly when she wanted. He chuckled.
"You gotta convince me its worth my time first." See what she came up with. This could be damned interesting if Bird here proved as sharp as he was beginning to think she was.
Or, failing bright, maybe just loud.
Momo just stared at him. She had to convince him? She blinked. Really what kind of a person was he? She sighed. She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment. What type of person was he? He obviously thought pretty highly of himself. He was also quite rude.
She shrugged. "I cannot say that putting a killer behind bars appeals to everyone." Not that she had any idea of what would appeal to him. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. He had been a cop but in her line of work she knew that that really didn't mean much.
She smiled at him. A smile was good; it tended to throw people off guard. Prosecutors didn't smile to often, it worked well for her. Especially when she was questioning someone who just say the woman and the public defender.
"I can't really say I can make it worth your time. You would be going against one of the better minds in the field and he really has the jury eating out of his hands." Not that she thought he could really sway them, but having someone that size admit a woman as small as the defendant could crush his throat might work to her favor. If she could convince him.
Most people might have backed away or demanded things of him; either way would have had him either shooing whoever it was of his property or breaking a nose - or more. This girl, though, tried something new.
Manipulation.
Kenpachi actually wasn't sure what he thought of it. She wasn't scared, wasn't trying to force his hand. All she was doing was trying to find a weak spot.
Pretty little lawyer, that's what this Little Bird was. He grinned. "So what's yer case? Gimme something interestin' and we'll start talking." She threw out something good, and he'd "fall" for her manipulation.
She had proven more interesting than paperwork after all. He could count that in Bird's favor.
She wondered if covering her eyes in exasperation would be showing weakness to this man. She shook her head instead.
"You don't read the papers do you?" Otherwise he would have noticed this one all over the place. "The lady involved decided she wanted a new life, but divorce was to messy so when her husband passed out drunk in the kitchen, she stepped on his throat and crushed his windpipe."
Another shrug.
"I simply need you to prove that the defense attorney's evidence is in correct." Another smile.
Hmmm, could be interesting. Lady stepped on some fool's throat when he couldn't defend himself? Wasn't much lower than that. And Little Bird here was trying to prosecute some woman, huh? He almost expected her on the other side. Women defending women, standing up for each other an' all that.
He picked up his pen and leaned forward. "Defense is sayin', then, that this girl's, what? Too little? Too light? Not enough strength? What's the story, Little Bird?"
He could admit it. Bird here had peaked his interest.
Oh now he got curious. "Yes," she agreed. "She is too little to be able to physically kill her husband in such a gruesome and cruel manner." She personally didn't believe it, didn't even need to ask Toushirou about that one. She just needed someone who had no regard for the fact that she was a woman and agree that could in fact have killed her husband by crushing his throat.
That was apparently the difficult part.
"An' she crushed his throat by stepping on it?" He paused. "Allegedly." Kinda forgot that part a lot. Did that when he was patrolling the streets too. Innocent until proven guilty. Yeah, sure. He believed it.
"Throats're fragile," he told her. "Anyone who knows a bit'll go for a throat if they can." He fixed her with a glare. "Little Bird here might need a few lessons in defendin' herself." He had a women's class meeting in the dojo; might be worth his while to actually go to court if he could get Bird here into the dojo once in awhile. Providin' she kept proving more interesting than the paperwork. Girl was a distraction; might be worth it.
She nodded. Toushirou was always spouting something like that off. Which was why she was very much convinced she could put the woman behind bars if she could just get someone up there who could explain that to a jury. She chewed on her bottom lip. He wanted her to take some defense classes?
"If you come testify." If he would come testify she would come take his defense class. If she was willing to learn how to shoot a gun, surely she could learn how to defend herself from someone physically? That might be a good idea.
As long as it wasn't huge and creepy teaching the class.
Kenpachi grinned, baring his teeth and giving Bird another once-over. Girl could use some strengthening up; he already had a half-formed regimen for her. Definite strength training, then something simple. She might be fast; that'd work good. Real good.
He leaned over the desk and held out his hand. "Deal."
Momo reached forward and took his hand. Huge. His huge hand. She shook it gamely.
"Deal."
She smiled brightly at him. The defense was in trouble now. She would figure out what to do about the whole 'self-defense' stuff later.