Kira cautiously peered around the corner. No Captain in sight, good. He briskly walked towards the 3rd Division archive building, nodding to other Shinigami he passed. To his horror, they were all chewing dried persimmons.
There were few things in the world Kira hated, but dried persimmon was right in the top 3. Kira's stomach lurched at the mere thought of dried persimmons. If Hollows could be killed with sugar, a single dried persimmon would probably be able to rip a Menos Grande to shreds, thought Kira.
And that was exactly the reason he avoided Captain Ichimaru – that year's first batch of dried persimmon was ready, and the overjoyed Captain brought a large bag of the stuff and kept pestering all Shinigami to try some. Kira knew that an outright refusal would be impolite, so he decided to take the best possible course of action – hide in the archive building until the Captain had given away all the fruit. Captain Ichimaru hated paperwork, he wouldn't look for Kira there.
Kira had given one of the younger Shinigami a note to the Captain where he had explained that some urgent work in the archive is necessary, so he thought he was out of harm's way. After several hours spent in a glorious persimmon-free atmosphere of the archive Kira felt it was safe to leave – the Captain surely would have finished with the persimmons by that time.
Kira packed his notes and went back to the 3rd Division headquarters. As soon as he arrived, his Captain called him.
'Working hard, aren't ya, Izuru?' he asked. 'Here's a little reward!'
Kira watched with a feeling of an impending doom as Captain reached into his desk and pulled out a little paper bag.
'Almost ate them myself, but figured I hafta save some for ya,' the Captain smiled. Kira took the bag and looked inside – sure enough, dried persimmons.
'Well, go on, try 'em!' encouraged the Captain. Kira sighed – his life was sometimes really horrible.