Bleach intermissions
By Kracken l.w.
12. Paper Work
"Taicho? Ya know that whole rumor thing? Wi' Yumi an' th' paperwork?" Kenpachi scowled up at his subordinate for a moment before answering. That still pissed him off. "Yeah, I do." He looked pointedly back at his paper strewn desk. "Not fer lack of tryin'; but all these fuckin' reminders kinda screw that up." Ikkaku grimaced and scratched his skull. "Any ways Taichou, why don't ya make Yumi do it? I mean, yer allus sayin ya hate thinkin', right? So why not make the fruit cake do it?" Distracted briefly by a discrepancy in one of the fifteen required copies of the monthly finance report, it took Zaraki five full minutes to figure out what Ikkaku was getting at. "Yo, Chrome Dome," He raised an eyebrow at his twitching third seat. " Who the hell told you this shit had anythin' ta do with using your brain?"
The End.
(A/n: Tax forms, anyone?)