Reiko didn't fight with Kensei often, sure they had their disagreements here and there. Kensei was quick to anger, a fault of his that she managed well. But real, thick, brooding rage rarely ever sparked between the two of them with each other.

It sparked when she returned from, what was suppose to be, a quick sweep of Rukongai. Kensei sent her with only one other person, both of the shinigami were noted for being fast. So, he was immensely displeased in hearing that the two both ended up in the Fourth Division.

EMOTIONAL.

Kensei would be the last person to admit that he was definitely the feelings type while Reiko would be the first to agree that he was. His emotions amplified themselves to a tenfold, and he typically only knew how to channel them through anger.

So, this is how his concern presented itself - as white-hot rage. He bounded into the Fourth Division, anger radiating off of him like steam. His haori floats around him as his feet shake the floor below, his golden brown eyes looking everywhere for either his sister or his third seat. He spots his sister first, being tended to by Captain Unohana herself. Her hair is wet, a mixture of blood, mud and sweat making it almost look as if she was freshly showered. Her face is covered with blood and dirt, her shihakusho is ripped along the arm and chest.

He hears Unohana asking her a couple things, his sisters replies are slurred and slow - but still correct.

"What the fuck did you do?"

His voice is as loud and as rough as he expected it to be, a few Fourth Division members turned to look at the Captain with a start. None use to the boom in his voice, or the anger lacing his tone. He's surprised when Reiko flinches herself at his tone, but he moves quickly past that as his anger swims over him. Pulling him underneath, washing over him like a wave of hot water. Boiling. Simmering.

"Captain Muguruma I don't think it's quite the time nor place to be upset," Unohana tries, looking over her shoulder as Kensei closes in.

His name leaves his sisters mouth, slowly and almost confused. Her tongue feels heavy on her mandible, and she feels like she's going to choke as his reiatsu flows off of him and onto her.

Kensei clenches his jaw, swallowing thickly as he looks and listens to his sister. What did she do? How could she get so hurt? Where is his third seat? The questions in his own head block out the first half of what Unohana says, and he barely begins paying attention until the woman starts rattling off his sisters injuries. Concussion, open wound in between her shoulder blades, bruised ribs - these, on top of the many bruises and scratches that now littered her arms, face and legs.

DISAPPOINTED.

It was how she was interpreting Kensei's actions, his features, his words. She was already disappointed with herself, upset that she had gotten so hurt and put her third seat in danger.

She did not need this from her brother too, no matter if he was her Captain or not.

"You're unwelcome here," she curses her slurred speech, she wills herself to speak more clearly. Maybe if she asks for it enough, her brain and mouth will cooperate enough and allow more intelligible sentences, "I'm not in the mood, Kensei."

The noise he makes is an awful mix of a laugh and scoff - the noise itself sounding most like a bark than anything else.

"What the hell did you manage to do to yourself?" He pushes, his lip curling, "What kind of trouble did you get yourself into - on a mission that was supposed to be so simple!"

Reiko flinches and looks away, "Can you please keep your voice down? We aren't the only two in here."

"What did you do, Reiko?" Her brother snarls, his emotions going loose. Unohana takes a step back, coming to her own realization that this is no longer a Lieutenant and Captain interaction, but a sibling one. Kensei stands in front of Reiko, anger and reiatsu coming off of him, "How did you fuck up this time?"

"Shut up," Reiko snarls, her own reiatsu falling off of her to reciprocate for her brothers coming at her. Her lip curls in anger as she faces down with her brother, "It was an honest mistake. Mashiro and I got caught up with a huge hollow and it took a little longer and a little more for me to get it."

"A hollow," her brother guffaws, no trace of humor lacing the laugh. Instead, only pure displeasure, "A goddamn hollow did this to you? You're embarrassing."

"Fuck off," she snaps. She's tired, sore, and both physically and emotionally hurt, "I don't need your bullshit Kensei."

"Where even is Mashiro?" Kensei scoffs, his anger not diminishing in the slightest, "She look as bad as you? Did you both fuck this up? How am I supposed to confidently call you a Lieutenant if you can't even look after yourself or our goddamn third seat."

Surprise and hurt pass through her features before the anger is quick to take its place. She's quick, quicker than her brother and Unohana give her credit for, and she draws her zanpakuto so quickly to aim it at her brother that he even jumps back - his hand going to reach for his own sword. He's stopped, phantom fingers grasping at his wrist causing him to turn sharply behind him. Mashiro looks up at him with a frown, lips sealed tightly for once. She's okay, only a small cut along her bruised bottom lip.

Kensei open and closes his mouth in surprise. One, that his own sister had pulled her sword on him. And two, that Mashiro stood in front of him clearly not seriously hurt. Only his sister had taken the beating and the fall.

BLIND ANGER vs

BLIND SELFLESSNESS.

"Get out," Reiko shook, her sword was no longer aimed up but shook heavily in her hands by her side. Kensei didn't move, only stood and stared wide eyed and sorry.

"Get out!" Reiko screamed, her reiatsu flowing out of her purposefully. She could not stop her body from shaking, her teeth chattering as her emotions drove her own body in compulsive confusion, anger and hurt. Kensei looked at his sister, his harsh features softening in a way that only his could. He didn't say anything as he rushed out, haori flying like a cape around him and fists clenched tightly on each side. Mashiro looks at Reiko's form and walks towards her, gingerly taking her zanpakuto from her trembling fingers and placing it to the side. Mashiro could only purse her lips as Reiko shook, blood and tears dripping onto the Lieutenants lap as she bowed her head down. The green haired shinigami doesn't speak as she leaves.

Unohana doesn't say anything as she begins to heal Reiko once more, politely ignoring the girl as she silently cried. Even her zanpakuto whispered encouragingly to her, soothing her soul and mind.

She sleeps in the Fourth Division that night, tightly clutching the scabbard of her sword close to her chest.

At least Tsukikage never leaves her.