Seireitai, Eleventh Division

[summer_queen]

Captain Kurotsuchi, unattended, sweeps into the center of Eleventh Division, bearing little more than a notepad and a writing implement -- unless he has something secretively tucked away in the voluminous folds of his robe. With little preamble, he asks the first shinigami he finds where Captain Zaraki and Third Seat Madarame are.

Comments

[physpreparation]

The shinigami seems angry at first for being disturbed, not that he was doing anything of real importance. He not so politely informs Kurotsuchi-taichou that Madarame-san was still at 4th Squad, finishing up his recovery and that Zaraki-taichou was around.

The shinigami then resumes sitting on his ass and picking his nose while considering where to go and eat later that evening.

[summer_queen]

Under the best of circumstances, Kurotsuchi is not what you would call well-socialized. And today . . . today he's decidedly not in a good mood. Rather than express himself verbally, though, he decides merely to let drop any pretence at politeness -- and lets his reiatsu boil up to a level that will likely not only flatten the indifferent minion before him, but catch even Zaraki's attention.

[physpreparation]

The shinigami turns quickly, but there's not much he can do after that, being caught by the superior level of Kurotsuchi's reiatsu. He struggles slightly, unable to really move at all.

It's only a few minutes before Kurotsuchi-taichou recognizes a familiar presence running up from behind him. Zaraki doesn't seem too non-plussed by the situation at hand, but the other Eleventh squad shinigami that are running beside him seem absolutely terrified of Kurotsuchi. They stop a fair distance away from him, to keep from being caught up in the reiatsu, but Zaraki wades right in.

He comes to within arm's length, well, his arm's length, of Kurotsuchi and stops.

"What're ya doin', Kurotsuchi? I never really pegged you as the type that would come into my squad looking to pick a fight."

[summer_queen]

As Zaraki approaches, Kurotsuchi eases off somewhat on his reiatsu, giving the other shinigami some breathing room. Folding one arm over the other, notebook tucked between them, his golden gaze meets Zaraki's unwaveringly.

"Pfft. Fight? I was merely greeting you with language you'd understand, Zaraki. I'm here to discuss Aizen's minions, since it seemed unlikely you'd come to me."