Not Another Orientation
Simply love to put them together, its just so cute~~~ ♥
A unique fragrance filled the room of the fourth division's taicho. It was a mix of mainly sandalwood, a hint of bergamot and others which were only known to Unohana Retsu. Sitting comfortably with her eyes closed, she would take time from her busy day, recuperating from the healings of hurt or sickly shinigamis from the other twelve divisions.
She meditated in peace,as usual, until she sensed a familiar reiatsu approaching. Her brows were drawn a little closer, for being disrupted. The fourth division captain drew in a steady breath and hoped that the owner of that intimidating reaitsu was just passing by. But she was dismayed when it stopped right in her division.
Unohana sighed at the unsteady footsteps approaching her room and the weak knock at her door. She opened her door to a shaking shinigami who could only manage to stutter her rank when he saw her. She caught his arm and gave him a reassuring smile when he was about to fall, "I know."
The menace was standing malevolently right in the middle of her main hall, scorning at the sight of shriveling lower ranked shinigamis of her division. The grooves between her brows got deeper, "So, what brings you here today, Zaraki taicho?"
Zaraki Kenpachi turned to her voice, but before he can reply, a little pink head popped from behind his shoulder, "We're here for our orientation!" and the pixie second in-command went on with her introduction speech on the medic division of Seireitei.
The lady captain patiently waited for the eleventh division's business to finish and was half expecting a major headache for the rest of her day, "Zaraki taicho, I wouldn't mind you conducting field orientation in my division, but would you kindly keep your reiatsu in check the next time we are expecting you?"
The spiked haired commander turned to leave with soft tingling, "That can't be helped if your division is full of weaklings."
Continuing~~