Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters, they belong to Tite Kubo…lucky…
To live is to fight. The blood of your enemy is your life-water. The battle-cry, your daily bread. Your sword is your lover; the division, your brothers. Battle is what it means to be alive.
These words, if ever by some bizarre twist of fate any of the division were inclined to poetics, fit the 11th perfectly. They were the strongest, the fist of the Gotei 13. Fighting was their purpose and to its members loosing in battle was the same as death. To loose without dying was personally shameful, to back down from a fight was cowardice.
Despite their fixation the shinigami of the 11th were not suicidal, as some might be led to believe. There were, in fact, three individuals within Seireitei that its members saw no shame in backing down to. They weren't even ashamed to occasionally stop everything and run for their lives if confronted.
The first was their Captain. Zaraki Kenpachi had never given them the opportunity to back down from a fight with him. None of them would have made an interesting fight, he knew it and they knew it, so why bother? But that didn't stop the subtlety played out reassurances, which weren't-anything-of-the-sort-cause-only-panseys-say-that-kinda-shit, that should the situation ever arise no one would blame them for running off like a little girl. Though, of course, they'd never hear the end of it. Apathy only went so far.
The second was the 4th division captain, Unohana Retsu. The 11th avoided the headquarters of her division whenever possible. But if they did end up in their care it was normal practice to prank, bully and torment its members without mercy. After all, they were weak and not really worthy of the title of shinigami. They were, quite simply, officially designated targets.
Even so, their Captain was one of the most terrifying sights any member of the 11th could ever encounter. Gentle, kind, and motherly Unohana-taichou would smile reassuringly, quietly reaffirming them of her dedication to their health, how she took a personal interest in each and every one of them. And somehow, that loving, warm smile reminded them very much of their own captain's leering insanity.
She had them by the balls.
For her, there was absolute obedience. Even Zaraki-taichou understood that in this case it was far better for his subordinates to submit without complaint.
And as for the third…
"Total chaos."
"…"
"Really, she's like a psychotic, sugar coated, fluffy pink ball of total destruction."
"Yumichika…"
"Hmm?"
"Shut up and hand me a bandage."
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