44.

Title: Save the Trees
Prompt: Another Page
Pairing/Character(s): All Captains & Vice Captains/Lieutenants
Word Count:
931
A/N: Prompt is from GlitterAndMetal. Please note that I have plans to do a snippet going further into Nanao and her book, but it is only referenced here.

Squad 1

Yamamoto turned over the page of paperwork he had been skimming, nodded silently to himself, and stamped it. Then he picked up another page and started the process all over again. The new watch schedules would be approved by the end of the hour, at this rate.

Chojiro, on the other hand, was not doing paperwork. He was flipping the page in a so-called 'history book' he had taken from a bookstore in the Living World on England. Tea couldn't be their only truly amazing invention, of that he was certain.

Squad 2

Soi Fon flipped through the pages of a mission brief with one of the Onmitsukido squad leaders, her third seat. A group of rogue shinigami in the Rukongai area just identified themselves as dangerous, and it was their job to go do something about it five minutes ago. But, in light of the new intelligence they were going over, tomorrow would have to do.

Omaeda chucked another sheet of paper meant to separate sections of crackers in the trash, and started to shuck the wrappers off of the newly-revealed crackers.

Squad 3

Kira was writing in the little diary that Unohana-taicho had given him after Gin's betrayal. It had, surprisingly enough, helped him a great deal to write down everything he remembered, to be looked at as fond memories years later and to get it all off of his chest now.

Squad 4

Unohana was holding a folder of a Division 11 member who had, until the moment before when she had smiled at him, been yelling loudly and crudely at her squad member, a 19th seat. Her smile remained as she wrote down on the paper that he was to stay for an extra three days, and a recommendation for a disciplinary course. One that he could start during his stay in the Fourth, of course. And no, his Captain couldn't do anything about it because he was under her jurisdiction right that moment.

Isane held in her hand a prescription, written in the scrawl of her 8th seat, for the Squad 6 member in front of her.

Squad 5

Hinamori never let the last letter that Aizen had written before he defected (he was forced to go, he didn't choose to!) out of her sight. Often, it was clutched tightly in her hand, out of sight in the loose shihakusho she wore.

Squad 6

Byakuya was looking at his finished calligraphy, the character for strength neatly written on the corner of the paper, along with power, love, and resolve. The poem in the middle was more delicate, but he had finished it the day before. It was truly a masterpiece, he thought as he doodled Ambassador Seaweed on a different piece of paper.

Renji was rummaging through old expense reports, looking for the reason that the impossible money accounts for the past three months just wouldn't balance.

Squad 7

Komamura was reading yet another of the Living World books on dogs, and laughing when he wasn't overly offended by their insinuations. For goodness sake, not every dog lived to fetch sticks!

Iba was playing cards with Ikkaku and a few other old buddies from the 11th, and losing at the poker game as Ikkaku's four and seven two-pair trumped his four and six pairs.

Squad 8

Shunsui was spending a bit of time being hit over the head with Nanao's book, presumably over being lazy.

Nanao always had that volume with her, the book that she never got to read that night over a century before. It was almost like a security blanket.

Squad 9

Shuuhei was holding a copy of the Seireitei Communications set to hit the market tomorrow morning, combing through it for any final edits.

Squad 10

Toushiro had finally gotten his hands on the copy of How to Procure a Hell Butterfly he had spent so much time tediously searching for all those years ago, when he had been forced to swallow his pride and ask Ukitake for help after spending half of a day tracking down everyone he needed to send messages to. He remembered distinctly Matsumoto had trying to 'be helpful and give the book to him', only for it to be How To: The Birds and The Bees.

Matsumoto was passed out in a bar somewhere, with her bill stuck to her head courtesy of some sticky alcoholic drink.

Squad 11

Kenpachi was tacking Yachiru's latest drawing of a bloody hollow with sparkles up on the Division Notice Board. Also known as the front doors, since it was the only thing everyone in his Division saw.

Yachiru was ripping up some paperwork to make a paper wig for Ikkaku, since she decided that 'Baldy' could use a change of hairstyle every once in a while.

Squad 12

Mayuri held recorded data on his computer, but he always transcribed that from the piece of scrap paper he used during his experiments to track the data.

Nemu was the one responsible for moving the data from those scrawling papers to the computer system that her 'father' had installed in the 12th.

Squad 13

Ukitake had pulled out an old scrapbook he hadn't seen in a century or so, and was going over it. Poring over all of the good memories, the bad, the changes, the things that stayed the same.

Rukia's sketchbook was her pride and joy. Period.


Maybe one day, their friends from the Living World might introduce 'paperless communication'. And when that day finally came to pass, every tree in Rukongai would breathe a sigh of relief.