"Aizen-sama!" Gin called, busting into the brown haired general's office.
"What did you call me, Gin?" Aizen asked, looking up from his paperwork at the vulpine man.
"Aizen-sama. Ah dink it means dat ah respect ya if ah say dat at da end of yahr name. It's Japanese..." Gin said, sitting on the brown eyed man's desk and smiling happily at his superior.
Aizen raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. He glanced at the small stack of papers in Gin's right arm and he raised an eyebrow. "Colonel Ichimaru. Could it be possible that you've actually finished some paperwork?" he said in slight surprise.
"Yup!" Gin grinned proudly and handed the paperwork to Aizen. "Ah did as yah asked an' filled in da questions 'bout the prisoner."
Aizen looked it over. The first question: What is the prisoner's age?; had the answer of '16'
The rest were all basic questions like: What is the language they speak?, What is their personality like?, and so on.
Aizen paused, looking at one question; What is the full name?
Under the question was a question mark followed by some...uh...very creative drawings of the prisoner and Gin.
"Um, Gin?"
"Yus, Aizen-sama?"
"What is this?"
"Ah, well da prisoner is bein' stubborn an' won' tell meh 'is name...Sah ah decided tah make 'im tell meh."
"Then what are these drawings about?"
"Ahhh, dose are wha Ah'm gonna do tah 'im. Ah didn' wanna write it all out..."
A happy smile on the vulpine man.
A awkward pause then a clearing of the throat before speaking, "Gin?"
"Yus, Aizen-sama?"
"Please don't fill out anymore paperwork on the boy."
"Awww, bu' ah was jus' beginnin' tah like da paperwork..."
"Just don't. You can make more drawings about the prisoner and show them to Abarai. Just don't bring them here."
"Bu' yah shald see dem. Yahr meh General afta all..."
"Gin," a long sigh, "get out of my office."
A pouty face, "Awwwwwww, bu' ah wanted tah spend time wit ya..."
"Go play with the prisoner."
"Okay!" Gin happily launched himself off the desk and beelined out of the office.
Aizen sighed. "Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with that man... I feel sorry for the young boy..."
"Yo! Colonel Ichimaru!" The ebony haired major knocked on the door of the colonel. When silence greeted him, he opened the door. Normally other had to wait for their superior to let them in but Shuuhei had no time to spare. He glanced around and was partially surprised that he could not see the vulpine man anywhere. Then his eyes fell on a small mound of blankets. It was too small to be the tall colonel so Shuuhei's interest pricked. He hesitated before entering the room, quietly striding over to the pile of blankets. It was forbidden for the men to enter the room of a superior unless commanded to do so or allowed in so Shuuhei was wondering who could be in his superior's room let alone be sleeping! in the room. That was a pure insult! Unless the superior said you could sleep in their room, which was extremely rare, you shouldn't! He grabbed a part of the blanket and roughly tugged it away from the body underneath. He paused, dropping the blanket off to the side to look at the offender. His eyebrows raised in surprise on seeing the blond male under the cover.
The blond sat up slowly with a small groan, blinking sleepily. He expected to see the fox faced American from earlier but eyes widened in surprise when he saw the raven haired man. Before he could say a thing, the man's eyes narrowed and he began to speak in the American language, "And who are you?"
The blond didn't respond, wondering if the raven would do the same as the vulpine man from before. Not that he wanted him to. He just felt like he...belonged to the silver haired colonel from earlier. He didn't want anyone touching him like that.
"Y'know it's a big offense to be sleeping in a colonel's office." Shuuhei added.
"I-I...I'm sorry...h-he brought me here and I..." Izuru trailed off, not knowing what else to say and if he should say what truly happened.
"Colonel Ichimaru did?"
Izuru nodded nervously, fingers tightening in the cloth of his clothes
"Hmmm then I suppose...Wait!" Shuuhei paused, almost smacking himself in the forehead because of the way the blond jumped at the sudden outburst. "I mean...you're that prisoner everyone has been talking about?"
"I-I guess so..." Izuru murmured softly.
"Then how is it that you can speak American?"
"I was taught."
"...I kinda figured that. I mean, you look nothing like Japanese. Are you sure you aren't part American or something?"
"...Toshiro used to tell me that our parents came from Norway...but that's all I know."
"Toshiro is your brother? Correct?"
"Yes..." Izuru nodded sadly. He missed his brother, more than anything.
"That's terrible. You were taken from your family and brought here to a strange place." Shuuhei sat down next to the blond, placing a hand on Izuru's head.
Izuru blinked in surprise. He had always been told that Americans were cruel, selfish, and merciless. He didn't know what to say but an image flashed in his mind; the white hair that had been in the pile of dead bodies. Could that have been Toshiro? Tears sprang to his eyes and began to slide down his face. A slight sob/whimper escaped him and Shuuhei's eyes widened in surprise. Was laying a hand on the head offensive in Japanese?
"Uh! I...uh...I'm sorry! I didn't know that was bad!" Shuuhei pulled his hand back, eyes widening.
"I-it's n-not th-that..." Izuru sniffed, trying to wipe away his tears. "I-It's just that...that..." he broke down again, sobbing. He suddenly wrapped his arms around the major, burying his head in the clothes over Shuuhei's chest.
Shuuhei looked down in surprise. "Um...are you okay?" when the blond didn't respond, the raven haired started to gently rub Izuru's back as he had seen mothers comfort their children.
After a while, the blond murmured something that Shuuhei didn't catch. "Yes?" Shuuhei asked, wondering what the prisoner could have possibly said. He heard a deep breath then the blond lifted his head. "M-My brother was killed!" he slightly wailed then started sobbing again, burying his face in Shuuhei's clothes again.
Shuuhei's eyes widened slightly. That was horrible... He started to rub Izuru's back again, trying to comfort the blond.