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He paused outside of the door. The fifth division door. He knew what to expect though, heck, he knew about it all too well.
He took a breath and opened the door, of course there was no light in the room, or space to walk in. The paperwork, the books, everything, did eventually pile up. But at least the sea of decay isn't spreading, he hopes.
He stepped through the books, How to Write Calligraphy, How to Speak Publicly, How to Be a Good Leader, Othello, he almost tripped when he saw that last one. Kurosaki wasn't known for liking Shakespeare. A tragedy based on jealousy, he had more than his share of those.
He stepped over the over flowing trash bin full of food, paper, underwear?! He didn't even want to know. A weak cry came from one of the huge mounds of books,
"Help, somebody, please…"
He immediately turned his attention. But apparently being short caused a few problems.
"Momo, if you can hear my voice, you should see or feel a hand!" He called out to the mound.
He poked his hand through an opening, and after a moment, he grabbed another. And after much toiling, he managed to pull an arm out, then the body. Momo collapsed on the ground, weak probably from days without food. And stood up quickly and dusted herself.
"Shirou-chan! Why are you here?" she asked.
He grunted at the old nickname, unhappy with it, but he also didn't want to correct her. She looked pale, her bones were sticking out from an almost greenish skin, her cheeks were hollow, and her uniform was too big even though it fitted perfectly for years. Basically she looked even worse than him during paperwork deadline weeks.
He sighed, "Hinamori-fukutaicho, where is Kurosaki-taicho?"
Her eyes suddenly lost that bit of life she showed for the first time Aizen died.
"I don't know, he left for a captain's meeting, a week ago."
He felt his own body tense, and ran his hand over his spiked white hair. This news what not good, the taicho was missing. The division needed good leadership since their own captain…well lets say they don't talk about it.
Then he looked over the room. The room was filled to the brim with every kind of paperwork book or anything else that was paper. On the side of the room covering the wall, where the only window lied, was boxes. Boxes of boxes and boxes of paperwork, all the backlogged paper for the last five years.
This was no condition for a living being.
The small captain sighed again, and walked over to that wall.
"Shirou-chan, where are you going?" Momo asked.
He ignored her and pulled out one box from the wall.
Then hell broke loose.
Every box of paper shook and fell on top of the two; no amount of preparation or experience could have prepared them for the weight of the paper. Kurosaki probably kept rocks in them. Of course they dug themselves up, but now the sea of decay was expanding. Even the promise of sunlight meant nothing.
But at this moment a taicho entered. Not just any taicho, but the taicho who had ignored his entire division since he arrived. The orange strawberry didn't even bother to look at what he was stepping on; they just didn't matter anymore. He sat down on a box and stared at nothing with his blank amber eyes.
The small captain sighed once more then told Momo,
"Hinamori-fukutaicho, can Kurosaki-taicho and I talk, in private?"
She said nothing but left anyways. Now Toushirou turned to the man that was his job to crack today. He was taking every risk with this information, it could be worse. He could be facing a monkey.
"Kurosaki-taicho," he began.
Ichigo didn't answer.
Toushirou walked up to him and did a simple non-Hitsugaya thing; he punched the other captain in the jaw. Ichigo looked at the captain with surprise while his hand began to prod his bruising jaw.
"Kurosaki," Toushirou said "I found your sister, and preformed the konso."
Ichigo looked at him with shock. And Toushirou began to walk away.
"Matte!" Ichigo shouted behind him.
"Kurosaki, what you choose to do with this information is completely up to you. She might already be in the Rukongai right now. Nobody said you can't go look for her, but remember, being a captain means you are responsible for a number of things, one of them is the people of your division. If anything happens to them, it's your fault." He said before shunpoing away.
It wasn't as if he didn't want Karin back himself, sure he'd love to have her back…not in the way that it sounds like. But there were others to worry about, and he'd rather worry about them.
Look at Matsumoto! She needed all the help she could get.
Now he had a box of paperwork to do. He sighed.
Ichigo sighed, and called up a Hell Butterfly.
"Dad, Karin's in the Rukongai."
And he sent it to the third division captain.
hey people who are of no help for me! i'm updating in the library. i have three hours till my band concert. *weeps* gawd i'm hungry.
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