"Why am I being sent to do paperwork for another division? This must be a typo on my orders for today, Captain." She said it as a statement the second time, not a question, as she went to take her usual spot at her desk.
"Not a mistake. I don't make mistakes, you ignorant girl. Head to the eleventh division and help the neanderthals with their paperwork. If you're good at one thing it's mindless tasks like signing and organizing pieces of paper." Mayuri didn't look at his lieutenant as he made his way out of the office, brushing past her stiffly. He faltered in his steps for half of a second as he added, "You may not even be needed as a lieutenant here pretty soon. Third seat seems to suit you better, Chiyoko."
Chessebelle didn't flinch as the words were spit at her, her gaze slowly drifting down until she was staring at the floor in front of her. This new captain was already beginning to make changes around the division and getting under people's skin, and Chessebelle was no exception.
However, her loyalty to the order of Gotei 13 kept her tongue tied, and instead she turned around and left the twelfth division in order to follow her new orders for the day. A twelfth division female entering the aggressive male-dominated eleventh division was not the most enticing mission.
She did, however, take solace in the fact that she could walk in with her head held high-she would most certainly be the most intelligent soul working in the eleventh division's premises.