Title:
Interruptions.
Characters/Pairings:
None.
Length:
Around 509
Rating:
+16
Warnings:
None.
Summary:
It's not easy being blonde and
a member of the SS.
.Lesson of Lollygagging.
The room was closing in on them, the stuffy temperature overwhelming as windows were refused to be cracked open.
Within an unused study, she sat. Flowing ebony robes rolled up to her elbows, strawberry-blonde locks pulled back with one of Hinamori's hair bands. In one hand, she held her zanpukto, Akomegi, it's decorative patterns waving up and down in rhythm as she too, attempted to cool down. Beside her, a certain scarlet haired Shinigami groaned, his cheeks flushed with warmth from the heated room, his sitting position as unprofessional as ever. A flash of apology almost crossed her face. To her left, a bundle of pink energy was napping, obviously overwhelmed by the toasty atmosphere. Ahead of her was her lieutenant, secretly passing her glances that she took as a way to make sure she, herself, was not falling asleep.
Somewhere in the back she hears a forced laugh.
The indication that 'class' has begun is signaled with a tiny bell, a majority of the heads turn dead ahead. Kira, a fellow blonde as she likes to address him by, coughs gently to wrangle up more attention; mainly Renji's, considering his face is flat on the desk and she swears he's pretending to sleep, that way he can groan and protest until they become aggravated enough to let him leave.
"Shinigami," he states, so professionally she's convinced he's done this a million times before. "We're gathered here today to--"
A slender, cream skinned hand is shot up in the air.
"What is it, Val-san?" he groans, almost as if he knew this was coming.
For a moment, she peers at him as if wondering what exactly she was asking herself. Emerald hues glance around and she shares a shy smile with a few before shaking her head, dismissing it off. Kiyone shoots her a comical look before turning back to the front where Kira is, yet again, clearing his voice. A few introductions and sentences later and her hand is raised again, a tad higher then last time.
"What is it now?"
A few heads bobbed in silent laughter and a few sighs were heard as she blinked and lowered her hand, shrugging her shoulders. Really, as if her interruption was really a bad thing. She mentally sent a message to Kira that he should be thankful that she was catching people's interests. He didn't heed her, either that or maybe her skills as a psychic did not go over as well as she would of liked them too.
Less then five minutes later, blue fingernails drummed against the air.
"Oh, come on," Kira heaves, running a hand through his tresses, "What? What? What could you possibly want, Val-san?"
And for the first time in a good twenty minutes, her voice rings through the room, followed by howls of laughter.
"It's not easy being blonde and in the Soul Society, is it Monsieur Kira?"
Fin.
