Thus Quoth the Raven
I'll bet you're all wondering why the hell I haven't updated Nothing Can Be Explained. Well, I've developed some strange kind of writer's block that won't let me write any more of it until I can clear some of the random junk out of my head. Said random junk being that for some reason my soul takes my body on shinigami joyrides in my dreams. I keep bumping into these characters that I don't know, and I finally decided to take them and chronicle them into something on paper. Perhaps in doing this, I can finally unblock myself from completing Nothing Can Be Explained. Who knows? Maybe I'll just make this a sequel and finish off Nothing with a couple more chapters.
Anyway… ficwards!
Chapter 1: Life's a BLEACH
The Captain of Squad Six looked at the massive stack of paperwork adorning her desk. As she began to sort through it, she sighed heavily. How did Nii-sama ever get through all this when HE worked here?I imagine Renji must've done some of it…But Renji was nowhere to be seen. Being the Captain of Squad Nine, and having to look after his children, Renji was a very busy man and didn't have much time on his hands. After all, his wife was a very busy woman, especially when her taichou had forbidden her to sleep off hangovers on the couch in her office ever again. Hitsugaya was determined now more than ever to load her with paperwork, especially since she no longer had any excuses to shrug it off. But that's beside the point… What, the Sixth Squad Captain mused, am I to do with all of this?
"Oi, midget!" A strawberry-flavored voice barked in her ear. "Time to go home."
The raven-haired captain yelped and leapt out of her seat. "You idiot! I could've spilled ink all over my desk! Do you have any idea how much trouble I'd get into if I turned in my paperwork covered in ink AGAIN!?!? The Head Captain would- MMF!"
Her sentence dangled in midair unfinished, as something was obstructing her mouth in a very un-Captain-like manner. That something was her orange-haired, devil-may-care, i-don't-take-shit-from-nobody husband, Ichigo Kurosaki. Or more accurately, that something was his lips, engaged in a game of tonsil hockey with his unsuspecting wife.
"Mmm," Rukia attempted to speak. "Fine," she managed to get out. "What do you suggest I do about this paperwork, Captain Kurosaki?"
The Captain of Squad Thirteen shrugged. "Why not just leave it for your adjutant, Captain Kurosaki?"
Rukia thought about this for a moment. "Ne, might as well, it's not like he doesn't spend his entire time here anyway. At least he can have something constructive to do." Rukia called out, "Kuchiki-fukutaichou, I'm going home. Can you take care of the leftover paperwork?"
"Hai, taichou, I'm coming," a young man said. With long raven hair and an imposing demeanor, Kensado Kuchiki was not quite the young noble heir he was expected to be. For one thing, he never wore his kenseikan except when at gatherings: he hated the looks he got when walking in public. He also disliked formality: he said that while it was indeed the job of the nobles to shoulder the world, that did not mean for one second that the common folk were so beneath him that they should trip over themselves at his whim.
Rukia took in his features once more. The man wore his long hair in a very strange fashion. Over his left eye he let hang one long bang, so that very little of that side of his face could be seen unless he moved it out of the way. The other bang was laid out across his right temple, exposing a long scar that went from his forehead above the eyebrow down to his cheek. He kept his right eye closed almost always, although the only one who knows why is Kensado himself (He like to freak people out with it.)
"You called for me, Kurosaki-taichou?" the Vice-Captain asked.
"Take over for me. My husband here needs a lesson on how to politely interrupt someone while they're working…"
Ichigo smirked. "What she means is, she wants to take me home and 'punish' me, heh heh…"
Kensado sweatdropped. "I understand, captains. I'll take over the paperwork. Say hello to Mako-san for me, won't you, cousin?"
Rukia stopped pummeling Ichigo for a moment, and put on her fake act. "Of course we will, won't we, Ichigo?"
"Yeah, sure. Later, Kensado-san," Ichigo mumbled as he walked out the door with Rukia.
Kensado chuckled and took one look at the stack of papers.
The couple outside heard a loud shout of agony. "Guess he noticed the paperwork," Rukia giggled.
Well? How'd you like it? I've got at least enough meat left on paper to fill up one or two more chapters. By the way, after the next couple, you will think I'm positively the most evil person on the interwebs… after you see what I've done to some of the pairings other people try to use. Muahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!