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Fic #17: Harmony
Request: Bleach/YnM, Rukia and any Yami cast member, prompt: inter-office relations
Requested by: zanzou_chan
Length: 556
Rated: PG-13
Notes: I have no idea if Rukia really liking sweets is Bleach canon, or if I’m just getting that from Celeste’s fics. Which are hilarious. If you haven’t read them, you should have.
The first interdepartmental meeting between the Shinigami was fifth division, the Kidou specialists. Though many techniques were exchanged and the exercise was in general declared a success, several buildings were destroyed and Hisoka sulked for nearly a week after someone called him and Hinamori the cutest little Shinigami ever.
The second interdepartmental meeting between the Shinigami was eleventh division, and Zaraki blew up an entire city block when it became clear that nobody there was going to indulge his need for a good fight.
The third interdepartmental meeting between the Shinigami was twelfth division.
It lasted five minutes and everyone agreed that Mayuri and Watari should never, ever, ever be in the same room again.
After this, some definite grumbling was heard in the Court of Pure Souls, about why they had to do this anyway. Yamamoto-soutaichou squelched this as best he could with a glare, and stated that it was somewhat embarrassing, really, that this entire group of functional shinigami had been working in the real world without any of them knowing about it. In order to not look like fools, therefore, it was imperative that both groups now work together from this point forward.
The problem, he decided, was that none of his Shinigami really spent enough time in the real world, and therefore had no idea about how it actually worked. Therefore, their resident substitute Shinigami was chosen as an envoy, with Rukia tagging along because any excuse to go to the real world was a good one for her.
“So . . .” Ichigo said to Tsuzuki, whom he had found in a restaurant eating pie. “What do you guys do, exactly?”
Tsuzuki, who was really much more interested in the pie than in interdepartmental harmony, said, “We find lingering souls, send them on, and sometimes kill demons. Hey, whipped cream!”
Ichigo blinked. To him, that sounded a lot like what he did, if you substituted the word Hollow for demon - and given the givens, he decided that the puppy-eared Shinigami probably meant that same thing. “Okay . . . sounds good,” he said. “You guys keep doing that.”
“Okay,” Tsuzuki said.
Rukia was staring at the pie in fascination. “What is that?” she asked.
Tsuzuki’s tail wagged. “Dutch apple pie.”
“I must try some. Immediately.” Rukia sat down across from him. “Ichigo, procure me some of that pie.”
Ichigo wandered over to the counter, muttering under his breath about demanding, mouthy women who ate too many sweets. He noticed another teenager at the counter with an almost identical expression on his face. Check the reiatsu . . . yup, another Shinigami. “Yo. You his partner?”
Before the teenager could reply, Tsuzuki came bounding over. “That’s right, I didn’t introduce you! Kurosaki-san, meet Kurosaki-kun!”
Hisoka gave him a long suffering look. “Were you waiting all day to say that?”
“How could you tell?”
“. . . the fact that you’ve never called me Kurosaki ever since meeting me was a pretty big clue, idiot.”
Tsuzuki’s ears drooped.
“Hi,” Ichigo said.
Hisoka gave him a considering look. “Your dad friends with any weird snake monsters?”
“Uh, no?” Ichigo thought about it. “Not that I know of, anyway, though I guess I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“Okay. Just checking.”
“Ichigo!” Rukia’s voice rang out from the table. “I’m still waiting for my pie.”