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This is a short humorous drabble done for a challenge on Live Journal. Hope you enjoy. 8D!
"While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil" -- John Taylor
"NEXT, PLEASE!" the middle-aged, balding shinigami behind the desk yelled. There was a sudden commotion toward the end of the seemingly neverending line. The shinigami looked up from his current paperwork to see a, was that another shinigami?, red-haired young man pushing through the line up to his desk. When the young man in shinigami robes, with the biggest zanpaktou he had ever seen no less, stopped in front of his desk, the red-head glared at the current person he was initiating, until the poor soul scurried to the sidelines.
"Oi, geeky, I gotta get back to Karakura! So you gotta speed things up or something!"
The 'geeky' shinigami
behind the desk sighed and began to try to calmly explain the rules,
not to mention tell the young upstart that his name was most
certainly not 'geeky'.
"Sir, I am Hanba Daisuke and
am head of the integration and naturalization department of Soul
Society. Before you may enter, you must be thoroughly
checked over and fill out these forms in triplicate. Also the
practice of breaking line is frowned upon in my department. You
will just have to wait your turn!"
Ichigo felt his eyebrow begin to twitch and the vein in his forehead begin to throb, a sure sign of a beginning of the loss of control. "Look, I don't give a flying fuckity who you are or what forms you say I have to fill out. Just call Yamamoto-jiji and tell him Kurosaki Ichigo died and needs to go back to the fight!"
Hanba choked at the description of their beloved leader as 'Yamamoto-jiji'. Just who did this orange head think he was! "How dare yo-"
It was at this point Ichigo lost his patience with the petty little bureaucrat and grabbed him by the robes and pulled him across the desk and began, "Look, genius, there is a war going on and I ha-". A loud explosion interrupted Ichigo's rant.
As the doors to the large hall flew open and none other than vice-captain Abarai Renji stormed into the hall. "OI, ICHIGO, WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING SO LONG?" he yelled entering the hall. "Me and Rukia been waiting for ya for over an hour! How long does it take to get a hell-butterfly and come back?!"
Ichigo dropped the little geek and rounded on Renji, "Don't blame me, blame this little punk. He says I have to fill out the forms in triplicate." Ichigo snarled.
Renji turned to look at the now shivering Hanba, "Oi, you know who I am right?" "Ye-yes sir, you're vice-captain Abarai of the sixth division."
Renji snorted, "Good, don't have to explain things to ya, on behalf of myself, Kuchiki-tachiou, and Yamamoto-tachiou, I'm taking Shinigami Kurosaki Ichigo with me."
"But, b-but, Abarai-san, what about the paperwork?" Hanba gasped.
Renji thought for a moment, then smiled, "Send it to the 11th division, I have a feeling thats where he'll be assigned"
Ichigo sent a sharp look at Renji, "Do you know something you're not telling me?"
Renji just grinned wickedly and walked out the door. Ichigo gulped for a moment at the thought of possibly hundreds of years spent with Zaraki Kenpachi for a tachiou but then shrugged before following him out the door.