The apartment was a lot smaller than Unohana had realised, once all her furniture had been brought in. She had, of course, given away or sold quite a few pieces, but the kitchen table was still serviceable and Jyuushirou had told her they needed one. Thus, she stood now in the middle of apartment twenty-four, and surveyed the stack of boxes sitting ( Read more... )

Chizuru beamed happily as she walked down the street, surrounded by high-end clothing shops in all directions. To say she was in her natural milieu would be an understatement of massive proportions. But she wasn't here for pleasure or her own business.
( That day, Chizuru Honsho was a woman on a mission. The toughest shopping mission of them all. A shoe shopping mission. God help whoever stood in her way. )