Seireitai, Monday Evening

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Yumichika is waiting in Zaraki's office for his Captain to return.

He's got something to tell his Captain. He doesn't think his Captain is going to like it.

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(OOC: Sorry for the delay, everyone. I just returned from a week-long vacation. Things should be back to normal for me now, though.)

He doesn't have long to wait before Zaraki actually comes striding in, reeking of alcohol. It's hard to tell whether he drank enough to smell like this or if it was spilled on him, but he has a sadistic grin on his face, along with a few smatterings of blood. It could easily be assumed that he busted some heads during his excursion to Rukongai.

Zaraki half-nodded to Yumichika and deposited his large frame into a chair behind his desk. The chair was worn, probably from being thrown around at times, but it held his weight, which was why he kept it around.

"Speak."

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Yumichika turns to close the office door firmly, then assumes a Posture of Manly Readiness (Theoretically Capable Of Dodging Yachiru At Short Notice) as perfected by most of the Eleventh Division.

"Um, taichou. We may have a problem."

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"Another one?" Zaraki was angry, but it was resigned anger. He'd relieved some of his frustrations already, but this was starting to get on his nerves. He looked at the shinigami in front of him.

If this was something that could turn Yumichika serious, it was definitely something big. The large Captain leaned forward, actually paying attention. For all the primping and prancing, Yumichika was someone he relied on. Kenpachi calmed himself, something he very rarely did in public. Yumichika had probably only been witness to this a few times himself, usually after big fights. But all of the trusted officials in Eleventh knew that for all his lust for fighting, Zaraki was no idiot. He just chose to shun responsibility for the most part.

"Tell me, Yumichika. If it's important enough to be behind closed doors, tell me everything. Don't hesitate."

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Yumichika sighs. "Well, you see, Captain, it's like this. Like most of us, Ikkaku figured that those Holes were a gift from Heaven. Jump in, kill stuff, jump back out again."

He swallows. For a moment he looks very serious, before shifting back to his usual pretty-pretty air. "He went through one of those Holes about three days ago. It closed up an hour after he'd gone through. He hasn't got back yet. I've been covering for him on the duty rosters and everything, because I was hoping he could find his own way back and I wouldn't have to tell you this officially. But it's been three days now. I think he needs help."