His most perfect nail
Kurotsuchi's middle finger nail has annoyed me since first time I saw it, and this is the result of overexposure to it!
Disclaimer: If I owned Bleach, Ishida would've cut of Kurotsuchi's nail during their fight.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri. Captain of twelfth division. Researcher. Yearly winner of "Creepiest Shinigami of the Year" since decades ago. And finally, proud owner of the longest middle finger nail in the entire Soul Society.
Not many people knew, but Mayuri had gone, and would continue to go, great lengths for his most perfect nail. The only people who, in fact, knew, were some of the unseated female shinigami in tenth division, who had created a manicure club, and of course his faithful daughter. None of who would tell, he'd made sure.
He was on his way to one of the manicure meetings right now, actually.
The two big obstacles in his way were known as Hitsugaya Toushiro and Matsumoto Rangiku. Even though he had gotten really good at avoiding them, they could still pop up in the strangest of places. One of the more memorable had been when Matsumoto-fukutaichou had shown up in a corridor, drunk. She had taken a long look at him, her surroundings and herself, before finally proclaiming that she was so sorry, and wouldn't disturb any of his experiments on her way out.
It didn't occur to him until about ten minutes after that, that she had believed herself to be in the twelfth division.
He had gotten a good laugh from that.
As he avoided an officer (probably twelfth, maybe eleventh seat, judging from the reiatsu level) he thought none of that though. He quickly made his way through the maze of corridors that was tenth division. When he got to a stairwell he snuck a look around himself, insuring that he was alone. When he was sure no one else was in the vincinity he quickly made his way down.
He was met by the usual group, and greeted them all by name. The usual discussion of how to best keep your nails long and beautiful started. Mayuri got, as usual, many admiring and envious looks directed at his middle finger nail, and as usual, he showed it off a great deal.
He never noticed the distinct flash of a camera, or the busty figure that slipped away from the door.
Of course, he noticed it the day after, when his face was on the front page of Soul Society's newspaper.
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