Captain Zaraki gave Yumichika an annoyed look, wishing the pretty-boy would get to his point. After coming in and dramatically announcing his need to speak with his caption, Yumi had then gone on to nervously chatter on about trivial crap for nearly twenty minutes. Zaraki's very limited patience was already long gone.

Now captain Zaraki was far from stupid, he might be more brawn than brain, but he still noticed everything around him. Or at least he noticed it once Yachiru chirped about it in his ear. So it hadn't escaped his notice, the rising tension between his third and fifth seats, since Ikkaku's release from under the forth divisions care. It had struck him as odd when his third seat had come to him suddenly and asked for a single room. He was always very glad not to know or be involved in the personal affairs of his subordinates, so he had always made a point to not think about why his two best officers had shared a room, with a single bed, ever since coming here. Still it didn't bode well, that suddenly changing. And now here Yumichika was gabbing on at him, so it would seem he wouldn't be allowed to ignore this issue any longer.

"Ken-chan, I think feather head is sad about his pretty viney zanpakuto" Yachiru chirped, her head suddenly appearing over Zaraki's shoulder. Yumichika's eyes widened in horror.

Ah, the kido zanpakuto. He'd heard rumors about that one too, from Yachiru as well as various other underlings. He had been hoping it wouldn't be an issue he'd have to get involved with, but judging by the pale horrified look on his fifth seats face, he was going to have to.

"What division am I being reassigned to?" Yumichika suddenly blurted out, rousing Zaraki from his inner musing.

"Say what?" Zaraki asked baffled.

"You're going to kick me out, aren't you? Of the eleventh division, for having a kido zanpakuto."

A light suddenly went on in Zaraki's head, as he understood the situation. Now the fifths seats rambling and nerves made a bit more sense, but it did leave him in an awkward position.

"You're leaving feather head?" Yachiru asked innocently, " You don't want to stay with me and Ken-chan?"

"Its not about what I want" Yumichika replied sadly.

"Well I don't recall ever saying that the members of the eleventh division couldn't have a kido zanpakuto" Zaraki said dismissively, deciding a course of action.

Yumichika's eyes widened, "But everyone knows, that you think it's dishonorable and weak to have a kido zanpakuto."

An annoyed look crossed Zaraki's face and he snapped, "When it comes down to it I don't really give a damn, you're strong. Damn strong, or I'd never have let you get to 5th seat. I have never seen you use kido myself, so clearly you don't use this kido form of your zanpakuto very much, which mean you must be really damn strong to always fight with only half your power. So you can just keep doing that and stay that same as you have and keep not using it. Or use it if you want, I don't care. You've already proved you're strong, so it's not important. I don't have time to find a new 5th seat." And with that he rose and quickly exited the room. If it were anyone else you might say they were running away from an awkward situation, but not captain Zaraki, no he was just exiting quickly.

"Aw, Ken-chan is so shy, he doesn't want you to leave" Yachiru commented cheerfully before following after Zaraki.

Yumichika stood silently in shock for a long time after they left. 'I never really though about the possibility of staying in he 11th' Yumi thought to himself. 'I always just assumed that I would have to leave. In some ways, well in most ways, it would have been easier. To not have to see Ikkaku's face ever day, or endure further taunting and mockery from his uncouth squad members. They heckled him enough about his grooming habits, with the added ammunition of his kido zanpakuto he could already imagine the mocking that was to come. So although he hadn't liked the idea of being kicked out, he'd liked the idea of leaving. And now he wasn't. Well, he could still leave, he supposed, but it would have to be of his own accord, and Yumi wasn't really comfortable with the idea of running away. But that left him only with the option of facing it all. And despite knowing how unbeautiful it was to cry, Yumi couldn't keep the crystalline drops from rolling down his cheeks.

Actually contrary to Yumi's opinion he really did look tragically beautiful at that moment. Standing in silence, tears rolling down his pale cheeks, the shadows of the empty room falling over him like a cloak. But no one saw, no one would ever see. Yumi had promised himself long ago that no one would ever see him cry. It was a recently altered promise; the original promise was the Ikkaku was the only one who would ever see his tears. But now Ikkaku was the last person he'd let see this, the one person Yumi would rather die than let see him cry.