Komamura Sajin was strolling down a street, completely minding his own business, when two moderately strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist and pulled the surprised captain off the street and down a dark alley. Before he could do or say anything his helmet was pulled off and his ears were being felt up. "So soft…"

Komamura's teeth were bared in a slight growl as he glared at the shinigami before him. "Hayden-kun, could you please refrain from feeling my ears in public?" he took back his helmet and jammed it back on. "It's embarrassing more than anything else, plus it feels strange. How would you like someone glomping you every two seconds so they can pull you into an alley to feel up your ears?" Hayden merely continued to grin madly, and Komamura groaned: he wouldn't be able to get a coherent answer from the young man for hours. "Continue on with what you were doing before… and no more taking me into alleyways to feel my ears!!" the captain turned on his heel and strode out of the alley, leaving the shinigami to grin madly behind him and mutter "So soft… and cuddly."

The seventh division captain's morning was only going to get stranger from there.

A few minutes later someone bumped into him, nearly knocking the captain over. He was quick enough to grab their wrist and stop them: it was a young woman, dressed in the black clothing of a shinigami. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! What squad are you from?!" Komamura couldn't help but feel that the young woman was ignoring him: she kept looking fearfully over his shoulder, back the way she'd come. The captain looked her up and down, and noticed that she wasn't carrying her zanpaktou and she was holding something dark tightly in her left hand.

Her eyes widened as she spotted someone, and she very quickly blurted "I'm-very-sorry-captain-I-won't-do-it-again-please-excuse-me-I-have-to-go-right-now!!" she disappeared off in a puff of dust as she ran off employing the Flash-Step, and Komamura blinked.

Moments later two more figures stopped beside Komamura, raising dust clouds of their own. "Excuse me, Captain Komamura… have you seen a young female shinigami come by here? She wouldn't have been carrying a zanpaktou…?" Byakuya Kuchiki, sixth division captain, stood there with his usually expressionless face red with… embarrassment? If Komamura hadn't known about the other captain's famous single unshakable mood he could have sworn that Byakuya was blushing furiously.

Behind him his vice Captain Abarai Renji stood, biting his lip as his shoulders shook violently with silent laughter. It was then that Komamura noticed Byakuya's hair: one of its normally perfectly-groomed locks was missing. "Captain Kuchiki… what happened to your hair?" Behind his captain's back Renji nearly doubled over with silent laughter as Byakuya looked away, his cheeks reddening more. "A stupid miscalculation… I was careless." The normally silent captain looked back at Komamura, who was attempting not to laugh.

The seventh division captain cleared his throat and said "Yes, she bumped into me as she ran past… I think she was heading for the eleventh division's office." Byakuya's face darkened as he growled "Kenpachi. I'll get you for this…Captain Komamura, thank you." He paused and leaned in slightly. "And… I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about my… miscalculation." Komamura nodded, although it was hard to see underneath the helmet, and the two members of the sixth division ran off.

If Komamura could have scratched his head at the odd occurrences of that morning, he would have. "If such odd things are happening so early on in the day, I dread to think what this afternoon will be like…"

He sighed.

"I really shouldn't have crawled out of bed this morning."