"They… what?!" A horrified Ukitake Jyuushiro sat up in bed, shoving back the covers with his feet. Left hand running through his hair, he sighed softly. The conflict with Aizen was really taking its toll on the Gotei 13. Just last week, Ise-fukutaicho had finally blown up in Shunsui's face, and the latter was now enjoying some very painful quiet time in the Fourth Division medical center.
He dismissed a distraught Sentarou and an equally horrified Kiyone as he turned to get dressed. Really now, Kuchiki-taicho and Kurotsuchi-taicho? This was no good. He peered out of his window expecting to see purple smoke and a pink column. And quickly ducked his head back into said window, slamming it shut. Damn it, really. This looked serious.
Oh why oh why did he have to be in charge of the Thirteenth Division? For one, said division was next to Twelfth, and for two, Twelfth was next to Eleventh. Not a very good neighborhood to be in, as he had attempted to tell Genyuursai-sensei. But had he listened? Oh no, no. Just "Jyuushiro, your calming presence will help to…" Bah. He didn't believe a word of that.
He tightened the lock on the window, making sure that the airtight seal remained airtight, and that the metal-reinforced frames were in place. He was taking no chances. Nu uh. Not after Mayuri had accidentally blown something up too close for comfort. Sure, his place was somewhere on the lake, but no, he was not about to be a guinea pig for whatever it was that Mayuri was experimenting on this time.
He was going to be his cool, calm-headed self. He would sit down in the middle of his room, wash up, get dressed, go out and address his division, before running it smoothly (or as smoothly as he could with both Kiyone and Sentarou as his third seats) for the rest of the day. He was not about to think of the number of casualty reports he was going to have to fill up because he was next door to the crazed maniacs, whose fight was most probably going to end up in both having serious injuries thus rendering them unable to fill up forms and that Zaraki wasn't going to fill them up, so the job was going to be his. Nope, he was not going to think about it.
He was not going to think about the fact that either way, he was probably going to have to remodel half of the Thirteenth Division barracks. Again. Nope, he was not going to think about it.
Either way, this new fight looked bad, and he was definitely not going to go near there anytime soon. Gee. Both bankai had large areas of effect, Konjiki Ashisogi Jizou with its poison gas, and Senbonzakura Kageyoshi with pure pink power, and he did not fancy having his life cut even shorter than it already was. Sure, he liked his compound, but he was not about to go out there and tell them to stop.
After all, how bad could it get? It was just a friendly, or perhaps not so friendly spar, but surely, both captains would be smart enough to pick a nice wide open space to have the fight in. And really, what could go wrong?
Famous last words, anybody?