A/N I thank anyone for reading. Much appreciated. OwO
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Oh, my god! O.O
Guys, Tamura isn't as ordinary as I hoped! QAQ I doodled her on my deviantart and she looks... she looks too pretty! DX Which is, y'know, a sign for me that she's going to be too pretty than ordinary. O_O But these hands of mine... They drew her like that! DX
Damn you, hands!
Maybe I'll just keep her look...QwQ
Disclaimer – I do not own Bleach.
Warning – Swearing.
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It wasn't often someone shocked him.
That woman certainly did. The sides of his mouth curled downwards after a few moments and barked at everyone to continue doing their own business. Once they did he turned and stared down at Akihiko, seeing him look at the door with wide, shocked eyes. Turning around, he sent Ikkaku a stare. The third seat gave a nod and a smirk, walking past and quickly knocking the idiot over with his scabbard. Everyone didn't react as Madarame yelled at the man on the floor.
Though when Hisoka slammed the door open and glared around the room everyone had gone quiet. They soon watched as he stomped over to Akihiko and dragged him towards the exit with a dark look on his face.
Hisoka showed potential, but he wasn't known for starting fights.
He ignored it a second later when Yachiru tugged on his sleeve and held up a piece of meat with a grin. A smirk crossed his face before he ate the offered food, deciding to ignore the irritating little woman. He had more important things to do now. After he finished Yachiru gained a wide grin.
She felt a tickle in her throat and started coughing, sniffling after she was done.
When the sensation of her stomach churning stopped she pushed herself away from Kenzo and held her stomach. Oh, man, she never got used to the feeling of someone else using shunpo instead of her. Kenzo constantly did it with her and he never failed to giggle at her nauseous face. Except now... he wasn't giggling. It was so strange that it made her turn around and blink when she saw his face.
Kenzo's arms were crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed and his mouth in a firm line.
Ooh, ooh, he looked mad.
Tamura stared at him, eyes flicking to the side before she looked back. Well... now what? Her back straightened unconsciously when he reached up and pinched his nose. It was weird seeing him so serious. Usually he was joking and smiling. His demeanour changed from serious to something a little more scary... which made her eyes grow wide and pale when his face darkened with an equally dark grin.
"So," He started pleasantly, stepping forward with a strained grin. "Who was that lovely gentleman that was dragging you?
She blinked before she twitched and stared at him with wide eyes. "You were watching?!"
Kenzo continued to grin and purred out. "Of course, I couldn't just leave my little friend there by herself! What kind of friend would that make me?" He suddenly leaned forward with a frown. "Who was he? How did he look? What did he do? Did he touch you? Did he try groping you?"
Tamura slowly held up her hands as he fired question after question, eyes still wide. "Kenzo, Kenzo, calm down!" He did, though he still had that deranged look in his eyes. She paused and narrowed her eyes. "You're not going to use your position to interrogate him, are you?"
Kenzo, while always outgoing and easy to get along with when he was off-duty, was an outstanding seated officer... in the second division. Being the fourth seat he had access to many things, and unfortunately, used his position for mundane things. The second date she had gone on, the guy turned out to be a jerk and tried propositioning her by joining him in bed(she slapped him and left), but he suddenly turned up at the seventh division when she had been with Kenzo, Kaede, and Musashi. He had apologized profusely, often glancing over her shoulder and paling. Only when she turned did she see what he was looking at.
Kenzo.
Every time she turned around he was smiling.
It took her a moment to figure it out. She yelled at him that she can take care of herself and that she slapped him for that... offer... and told him not to do it anymore. Of course, he didn't listen. Anyone that had caused her any grief suffered the same treatment. Though what he did to them was still a mystery. And he was always with her when they would come to apologize, glancing at him with fear. She just stopped caring, since he never listened.
"No, of course not," Kenzo placed a hand on his chest and gave a wide-eyed stare of mock surprise. "I would never abuse my position like that! What would that say about me?" He gave a smirk, one that made her glower at him. "Now, just tell me who that was?" That creepy smile was back, which made her purse her lips.
"I don't know who that was, and I don't care," She took in their surroundings, blinking when she realized they were at the second division. No wonder he used shunpo. "Why are we here?"
"'Cause you're going to be spending the night with me," Kenzo gave a wide, charming smile, one that made her give him a suspicious glare. "Then tell me this, Tamura, my dear... where do you think Kaede and Musashi will go after your "date?"
Tamura blinked before she scowled. Damn, he had a point.
"Fine," She turned, heading for the barracks with a slouch, looking very much like a pouting child. "...I hate you."
Kenzo gave a wide smirk and followed, grabbing a hold of the woman's arm and using shunpo. When they arrived Tamura held her stomach with her hand over her mouth.
"Would you stop?!" She held her hands to her stomach, giving the redhead a dark glare.
"Just giving you a lift," Kenzo gave an amused smirk, and didn't react when he received an even darker glare. "I'm just being polite."
They went to his room, settling in for the night. The redhead couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face when his little buddy dressed in one of his sleeping clothes. It just dwarfed her.
Too bad she hit him when he hugged her, just a slap to the head and a scowl directed at him. A goofy smile crossed his face, lightly giggling to himself. She was so cute when she was mad~! 'Course he wasn't stupid enough to make her mad all the time, he didn't want to cause her stress.
While they were lying in his bed, Tamura stared at the ceiling. Turning her head she stared at her friend with curious eyes.
"Kenzo," She muttered lightly, waiting until he turned his head before she started speaking. "Is there anyone you're scared of?"
"Soi Fon Taicho," He didn't even hesitate. He would forever be scared of that woman. She may be small, but she packed a punch. He had been unfortunate to be the dummy during a training exercise with the new recruits. All he remembered was running towards the woman and aiming a hit before he was waking up on the ground. "If you met her you'd understand." Never cross that woman. "Why? Is there someone you're afraid of?"
Tamura paused. "...Zaraki Taicho sure is scary," She pouted and glared at the ceiling. "He's too different from Komamura Taicho."
"Well, thankfully, all the Taichos are different from each other," Folding his arms behind his head and smirked. "I don't think we'd survive if all the Taichos were the same and had the same training regimen. Though maybe some should relax." Like that Kuchiki Taicho.
"What if you were Taicho?"
"Hah!" Kenzo gave a wide grin. "Nah, it'd be too much work. And anyway, I'm not even close to being able to perform Bankai. It'd take years just to even try and reach that level." He reached over and rubbed the dark haired woman's head. "And if I do I'd be able to take you under my wing and train you."
Tamura blinked before she smiled. "I'm fine with where I am. I think I'd be scared if I fought stronger enemies."
Kenzo smiled before he pulled his friend into his arms and held her. Ah, it was at time like this you could see how innocent Tamura was. She had a bland view of the world, but she was so innocent. She would probably have no choice but to try and get stronger. He saw the Taichos. He saw how they were training more rigorously after that fight with... Aizen. In just a few months they were all much stronger than before meeting Kurosaki Ichigo. He was no fool. They were expecting something, what it was he didn't know... and he probably didn't want to know.
Tamura was innocent. So amazingly innocent that he sometimes thought she had to be joking. In this day and age who didn't even know what sex was? Hell, he couldn't go one day before thinking of how he could romance Musashi and how he would touch him. Without even realizing it he started drooling. Yeah, he found a gem. He wouldn't trade Musashi for anyone in the world.
He could see why Musashi and Kaede didn't want to show Tamura how sex worked.
Maybe he could sneak her a book and she could understand it. Hell, she didn't even want to participate in it. He knew. He asked her one time. She had looked disgusted and said she just wanted to know why people even had sex. Intimacy? Love? She wanted to know, but he couldn't help her.
Smiling, he tightened his hold when he noticed that Tamura had fallen asleep while he had been thinking. If only he'd been attracted to women. He might have been able to show her how it is to love someone.
The next day, with a destination in her mind, Tamura made her way down the street to head for the eighth division. Another friend she made, all on her own. She had made four friends on her own. Awesome. She wanted some questions answered, and the man she was going to see gave her straightforward answers. Instead of trying to divert her attention like Kaede, Musashi, and Kenzo. She wasn't a child! Though he also didn't tell her what people did when they were in the bedroom. Her other three friends managed to get him to shut up about that stuff, which annoyed her to no end.
She was old enough to know!
What was their reason for keeping this from her?! Scowling, she huffed lightly when she walked into the courtyard of the eighth division, desperately looking around in case the jerk from the academy was there. This sucked. She had a friend here, and that jerk was also here. Why couldn't he be at another division? Far from her and Musashi. When she walked into the building she looked down the hallways, on the lookout. Seeing that he was nowhere(and that it was safe) she continued on.
When she made it to the office where all the seated officers were she knocked and waited until she had the go ahead. Sliding the door open, she peered around and grinned when she found who she wanted. He was standing at the window, looking outside with his arms folded behind his backs and fingers interlaced.
"Masaru!"
His shoulders tensed before he turned with a distasteful frown on his face, which only grew when he noticed who was walking towards him. Rolling his eyes with a sigh he turned to face the young woman, seeing her grin grow when she noticed how irritable he was. Nobuyuki Masaru, fourth seat of the eighth division. He seemed to be a little... sadistic, taking pleasure in how hard he worked the subordinates. Most people said he had a silver-tongue, using it to his advantage and was a natural charmer. He was a little handsome, she supposed, a little rugged but handsome. His voice made some women swoon, but that only added to his charm.
"Tamura," Masaru droned out, rolling his eyes and looking away with a huff. "What is it?"
"I got some questions." She grinned and opened her mouth to say more when he interrupted.
"Of course," He continued to frown. "That is the only reason you come to see me."
"Hey," She scowled and placed her hands on her hips, sending the man a flat stare. "I offered to visit you and you always turn me down."
"And why would I want you to visit me?" He purred with a dark smirk on his face, leaning forward with the intention of trying to scare the woman. "If you believe we are friends, Tamura, then you are sadly mistaken."
Tamura gave him a flat stare. "Yeah, we are friends, no matter what you say," The dark-haired man stood straighter and rolled his eyes with a sneer. "I have some... questions." She looked around with a red face, biting her lip and giving the man a nervous grin.
Masaru raised an eyebrow before he rolled his eyes with a groan of annoyance. "Of course," He motioned her to follow him. Ignoring everyone else in the office, who only looked up before they went back to work, he walked out of the room and down the hallway. He led them to the mess hall, getting them both food and finding a table. Or, more like, he told some younger shinigami to leave the table and sat down. Tamura gave him a flat stare before she sat down. "Now, what is your question?" He gave her a stern stare.
"Uh... what does it feel like... to like someone?" Tamura interlaced her fingers and looked at her lap, face burning red before she looked up. "...When you begin to like someone?"
The reason Tamura went to Masaru was to ask questions... about romance.
The older man merely stared at her blankly before he waved a hand. "The usual feeling of "butterflies" and feeling like they're the most important person in your life. Is that all you wanted?" He gave her an irritated stare before he grabbed his cup and took a sip. "If you don't mind, I'm quite busy."
Tamura furrowed her brows and scowled. "But I don't know what that feeling is!" She whined and rested her head on the table, staring up at the man with wide, pathetic eyes. "Pleeeeease explain better? Please?" She gave a wide grin, watching as the man gave her a blank stare.
"You should know, Tamura, that unlike your friends I am immune to that stare," She scowled. That was true. He never responded to the puppy-dog eyes. "but I am feeling generous today." She brightened, sitting up straight and leaning forward with a grin. "Your heart speeds up when they look at you, unconsciously, and you always put that person's needs before your own. That person is always on your mind, and you want to be by their side forever."
He then decided that was enough, going back to eating while Tamura scowled. He always did this. When she would start to get into his definition he went back to being quiet.
Masaru didn't seem like someone one would call romantic. He was cold, detached from everyone, and didn't seem to care about the well-being of anyone, his Taicho included. But surprisingly...
Tamura scowled before she looked past Masaru and waved with a grin. "Hi, Haruko!"
His demeanour suddenly changed, eyes lighting up and a smile gracing his face before he turned around. Only no one was there. He turned around, sending the woman a frown and glare. A wide grin crossed her face, watching as Masaru rolled his eyes with a sneer. It didn't seem like it but he loved someone dearly, so much that he didn't care if people watched in astonishment if he stared at her with so much love in his eyes when he had the reputation of being selfish.
And... he was married to this woman.
The thought was enough to make a smile cross Tamura's face. "You're so cute~!"
"Hardly," Masaru scoffed, sneering at the word before he gave the woman a flat stare. "Now, if you do not mind..." He looked pointedly at the exit.
"But you got me food!" Tamura grinned, grabbing the food and giving a wide smirk. "I'm not leaving until I'm done."
He snorted. "I knew it was a mistake getting food for you, as well."
"...It's 'cause you love me."
"I do not, and do not imply that again."
She went silent for a moment. "...I love you, too."
He groaned and rolled his eyes, which made a wide grin cross Tamura's face when she caught his mouth twitching. Aw, one of these days she'll make him smile at her like they were the best of friends. Movement caught her eyes, making her look over Masaru's shoulder and blink before she raised her arm and started waving.
"Hi, Haruko!"
Masaru rolled his eyes. "Do not think you can fool me again, girl."
"Hello, love."
His eyes grew wide, quickly whipping around and smiling when he saw his wife. He stood up, grasping her hands and gazing at the woman lovingly. Nobuyuki Haruko, wife of Masaru, was absolutely beautiful. With long, black flowing hair and warm brown eyes. Some people would compare the two and be completely baffled at how someone like Masaru managed to marry a woman like Haruko. They didn't seem to care about what anyone thought, however, and seemed to be lost in each other for hours on end. That's what made her curious. How did it feel to look at someone like that? She always wanted to know.
Haruko smiled at her husband before she noticed Tamura. "Oh, Tamura! It's so nice to see you," Her smile brightened. Her hands were still in her husband's, the younger shinigami noted. "Here to ask my husband more questions?" She teased with a grin.
"Please, my dear," Masaru rolled his eyes and huffed. "That is the only reason she comes here. I would prefer she stays at her division."
"Now, now," Haruko gave him a cheeky smile before she patted his cheek. Almost instantly, he melted in her touch and gave her a loving smile. "she just loves you as her friend."
"Yes, well," He huffed and sneered at a couple subordinates gawking at him. They instantly looked away. "I would prefer that she bombards you with endless questions than come to me."
"But Masaru," Tamura whined, giving the man a wide smile and batting her eyelashes. "You're one of my best friends."
He gave her a flat stare. "Do not say that again."
Tamura started snickering, watching as the couple gazed at one another with warm smiles. It still amazed her. This man could scare anyone into submission and manipulate people into doing what he wanted, but as soon as his wife was near he turned into a loving husband, but still had that mischievous streak, that didn't care what anyone thought of him. At least, until his wife left. Then he went back to being his cold, manipulative self.
"Are we still having dinner at the Red Moon?" Haruko asked, giving the man a warm smile.
Marasu gave a warm smile. "I wouldn't go back on our plans, my love."
Haruko smiled kindly, stroking his cheek before she turned and sent Tamura one last smile. Marasu smiled after his wife, and as soon—right as she left the room—the smile disappeared and that dark glint returned to his eye. He turned and started glaring around the room, at the many of astonished people, giving a scary sneer that made everyone stiffly look away. He returned to his seat and ate in silence, face blank and eyes cold.
Tamura merely blinked at him.
"You guys seem happy." A grin crossed her face, watching as the man sent her a glare.
"Quiet yourself, child," She pouted. She wasn't a kid. Just because he was older...! "Is that all you wanted to know?" He meant her question earlier.
"But you didn't even explain good!" Tamura whined, kicking her feet and whining like a child.
"As I keep saying, this is a feeling you need to experience yourself," Marasu stared at her with an unreadable expression, fingers interlaced and elbows resting on the table. "So go out and look for love yourself." He waved his hand and sent her a blank stare. "Then you can have sex and won't need to keep asking what it is."
Tamura pulled a face. "I'm not interested in sex, I'm interested in what it's like to like someone!" She waved her arms and pouted, soon crossing her arms and huffing. "I don't even want to love someone. This is something I don't know, and I want to know what it is." She rested her chin on the table, clearly sulking.
Marasu sighed and closed his eyes. "This is something you need to feel for yourself. No other explanation will ever be good enough."
Tamura furrowed her brows and looked at the table for a silent moment. "You mean... I need to try and find someone to love?"
"Yes," Marasu nodded, reaching for his cup and taking a sip. Once he finished he set it down and opened his eyes. "But it can't just be anyone—"
He paused, finding the spot across from him empty.
Silent, he soon sneered and started glaring at the tray empty of food and the thank you she hastily scribbled down on a piece of paper. She left without even letting him finish? He growled and glared ahead, scaring the kids sitting at the other table. Calming down he reached into his robes and pulled out a pipe. Ah, well. It shouldn't be a problem. As long as she didn't go to the first person she saw and tried loving them or something else stupid.
So... to find out what it was like to love someone she needed to find someone to love.
But who?
Damn, she didn't even want a boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Either way. Scowling, she rubbed her head and sighed. She couldn't think of anyone. And she didn't want it to be a friend, that would be weird. Someone she doesn't know and would let her try and love them... ehhh!
When she passed ninth division(did she walk the wrong way again? )she slowed to a stop when she saw someone heading towards her with a kind smile. It wasn't Musashi or Kaede thankfully, but... Well, he wasn't exactly a close friend but he was a friend nonetheless. Idly, she looked to the side with a blank face. How did she make so many friends when she's so awkward, anyway? It will forever be a mystery to her.
"Hello, Tamura~!" He smiled kindly, arms tucked into his sleeves. She returned his smile, since that was the polite thing to do. "I'm sorry to ask this of you, but would you mind if I could borrow some of your cleaning products?" His smile turned sheepish. "I spent my money this month, and I didn't even think to buy any." He turned and scowled in the distance, that thought alone irritating him.
Ogawa Koji, a nice man from the ninth division. Somehow they had crossed each other while she had been shopping, for cleaning stuff since she hadn't cleaned her room. She wasn't sure if she qualified as a clean freak, but this guy sure did. After he had approached her they had started talking, and managed to keep talking. Which amazed her since he wasn't put off by her one-worded responses. Though she soon opened up when she found out how nice he was.
He was... handsome. This wasn't her opinion, but from the many women of the ninth division. And some men. She didn't knew whether he was her type or not. He was nice, so that qualified him enough to be a friend. One she saw every once in a while.
He was tall, slender, and was handsome. Sharp, brown eyes and long brown hair that was tied loosely. If she wanted a father figure she wanted it to be this guy. Then again she'd want Rusuke to be her father figure(he was another friend that will be mentioned later. He was nice). This guy would be... maybe a brother? Maybe.
She shrugged slightly.
"Sure," She gave a nod and a smile. Koji's kind smile turned into a toothy grin, grabbing a hold of her arm and leading her towards the seventh division. He often did this, it was the gentlemanly thing to do he had said after she finally asked after the second time. "I'm not sure how much I have left."
"Whatever you have should be fine, I was almost finished cleaning when I ran out," He sighed and hung his head, glaring ahead and pursing his lips. "If some friends hadn't taken me out I would have been able to buy some cleaning products."
Tamura stared up at him, blinking once and tilting her head. She spent considerable time with him. If she had to describe him with one word it would be... motherly. Don't get her wrong, it wasn't an insult. But even with his friends he made sure they ate healthily, he cleaned up everything, and he just seemed to have this motherly aura around him. One time she had been eating with him after they had gone shopping together and decided to eat at a restaurant she had some food on her face(she wasn't a clean eater... shuddap) he had reached over and grasped her chin. She had jumped at the time in surprise at the contact.
Stupidly she had thought "This happens in books! Is he going to kiss me?" So she had been surprised when he wiped her cheek off with a napkin. After that she started observing him more carefully, watching as he helped her whenever she would meet him, even fussing over her when she fell and hit her hand on a stand.
Wait!
That's it!
If there was one position she wanted him to be it was... mother!
Tamura started snickering to herself at her own joke, making Koji stare down at her curiously and smile with affection. She was such a cute little thing. Too bad his tastes were... different.
He looked around the area they were in, soon tensing up and glaring at the courtyard they would be passing. The eighth division courtyard. He knew Tamura's problem with the division(she didn't like the Taicho... since she heard he drank often) but his dislike had more to do with... someone else. Now this person... he was a friend, but a friend he quickly grew tired of the longer he was when he was in his company.
Suddenly, a shadow covered them both.
Blinking once, they turned around as one. Tamura blinked yet again while Koji paled and widened his eyes.
"If it isn't Koji!" A wide, crooked grin crossed the face. A tall, muscular man stared down at the brunet with nothing but mischievous in his eyes. Dark hair adorned his head, spiky and wild. Holding a pipe to his mouth he pulled it out and smirked widely.
"Hello, Shigeo." Tamura droned out, pausing before she smiled.
Apparently, he and Koji was close in age but the brunet looked much, much younger than his age. And they were old she had heard. But she was scared that if she said that out loud they'd both get mad at her. A grin stretched across her face. Should she risk it?
She was thrown out of her thoughts when Shigeo glanced at her at the same time Koji released her arm and sent the (slightly) older man a glare.
"Eh? You're with Tamura-chan today!" Shigeo gave a wide grin and patted her head, making the brunette blink before she soaked up the affection with a smile. While she didn't like hugs she absolutely loved it when someone like Shigeo patted her head. She felt like she accomplished something. "Great to see you, kid! How have you been?"
"Good." Tamura grinned up at the older man, the rubbing on her head resuming before he moved his hand.
"I haven't seen you in a while either, Koji," A smirk spread across Shigeo's face, leaning in close to the glaring brunet. "Don't you like me anymore?"
Tamura blinked and looked to the side before looking back. Should she leave? Were they having a moment? Just as she was about to turn and sneak away she jumped and froze when Koji's hand lashed out and grabbed her shoulder, making sure she didn't leave while the glare remained on his face.
"I don't know...!" Koji growled lightly, looking very angry. "Why don't you tell me the reason why that is?" He didn't even wait for the smirking man to answer. "Oh! Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you kissed me and then claimed it was because you were drunk!" He whispered harshly and then lashed out at the older man, grasping his robes and pulled him in close and glaring right in his face.
Shigeo didn't lose the smirk, if fact it had looked like it widened. "I was drunk—!"
"Think very carefully, Shigeo," Koji's face darkened. "If you don't want me to hit you then you better answer very carefully without that look on your face!"
The dark haired man did as the brunet asked and removed the smirk, but the light shine didn't leave his eye. "I was drunk, Koji, but you didn't really let me explain before you started screaming and hitting me and then left with the promise that you were going to castrate me if I ever did that again."
"I had to suffer years of you groping me and flirting with me! I've seen you do that to others! How do I know this isn't some joke?" Koji scoffed and waved a hand in a mocking way while he placed the other on his hip. The frown that was on his face didn't lessen. "For all I know you could have a girlfriend and you do this to make me panic!" He pointed at the man and stomped his foot. "SO?! SPIT IT OUT!"
Tamura took one step back, eyes wide.
A very private moment.
She needed to get out while she could.
"A girlfriend? You really think I'd do that if I had a girlfriend?" Shigeo pouted and took a step back, looking very hurt. "I wouldn't do that, Koji. Stop insulting me." He waved a hand, as if the very idea itself was stupid. He suddenly grinned and took a step forward, holding his hands out. "Now just come into my arms and then we'll—"
Koji kicked his face, face shadowed over and a scowl on his face. This idiot couldn't take anything seriously!
He turned around, opening his mouth to tell Tamura that they were going to leave while Shigeo was picking himself up, before he paused when he noticed that the space behind him was empty. A scowl crossed his face. Great. He scared her and chased her off. He had to apologize to her and find someone else to borrow products from. There was nothing quite like a great shine to his floor.
Hands grabbed his hips.
"Now that Tamura-chan's gone we can spend some time together!" Shigeo smiled widely, not moving his hands from the slender man's hips.
Without even looking, and with grit teeth, Koji's arm shot back, elbowing the older man's face. Shigeo whined and held his face while the brunet stomped away, still glaring ahead and snarling when he noticed that the older man was following. People avoided them when they saw the slender man suddenly start kicking the other man without remorse.
That was a bad situation.
Tamura sighed out of relief when she noticed that she successfully got away. She didn't know what happened but it looked like Shigeo finally acted... while drunk. Rolling her eyes, she let out a huff. Kaede had explained to her the situation after she had introduced her to the two men and observed them. It appeared that Shigeo greatly cared for Koji but he didn't know how to exactly express his feelings. So... he often groped and flirted with the slender man while Koji remained unaffected from his advances since Shigeo did this to a number of people. He was a flirt. An idiot flirt. Now that he finally acted it... well, to put simply it pissed Koji off since he thought this was just a joke to the older man.
Rubbing her chin she stared ahead blankly. She hoped they worked it out.
Pausing, she looked up and blinked. Oh, she had been thinking before she ran into Koji. So she just needed to find someone and try to love them. But who? Closing her eyes she crossed her eyes and hummed lightly. It shouldn't be a friend. It would be weird if she started loving them romantically. Now loving them like a friend, she knew. Loving someone romantically was a whole other level. It had to be someone who wouldn't mind if she flat out asked them if she could practice loving them. Someone who was unperturbed. Someone that was indifferent, because she didn't want a relationship. Hmm... She didn't really know anyone that indifferent.
Maybe she should ask Kuchiki Taicho?
Snorting loudly she soon started snickering to herself. What a joke. Okay, who should it be? Hm... Walking into the courtyard of the seventh division she paused before her mood improved drastically. Komamura Taicho! He was walking Goro. Smiling brightly, she jogged over towards the Taicho, watching as he paused and turned to face her. His features brightened, watching as the woman ran until she was in front of him.
He had many subordinates, but none that approached him so easily after being so scared of him in the beginning. She still hesitated every now and then, but since he had Goro she had probably come to greet him. Which seemed to ring true when she bent down and petted the dog with a smile.
"Shuya-san," He greeted, watching as she straightened up and saluted. "Would you like to accompany me?"
Tamura paused before she smiled brightly and nodded. Yes! She wanted to! He was walking Goro and he finally had some free time! She followed him, staying just a few steps behind because she wasn't stupid enough to think she was could walk beside him. He was a Taicho after all and she was a lowly... well, not maid. But she cleaned his office and swept the halls. She even took part of the training regimen when it suited her. Which wasn't often, but... yeah.
"Are you done for the day, Shuya-san?" Komamura spoke up, glancing down at the woman to see her jump and look up with a flustered face.
"Y-Yes, sir!" Tamura nodded, arms behind her back and looking the part of the shy woman.
Komamura could see that she was shy, maybe awkward in social situations. Maybe that was why he was fond of her, she reminded him of himself sometimes. Awkward, social inept, and self-conscious. And if anyone ever tried to take advantage of her... His face darkened as he glared ahead. They would never see the light of day again. She was something to treasure. To whoever managed to win her heart he hoped it wasn't someone like... Kurotsuchi. He shivered at the thought of this sweet woman ever loving that man. If she ever did and she wasn't careful that man might... experiment on her.
"Uh... are you all right, sir?" Tamura asked, furrowing her brows when she noticed the heavy air around the Taicho.
"Fine." Komamura gave a sharp nod, continuing with his walk that Goro was quite enjoying.
Looking up, he hesitated when he caught sight of someone. Without thinking he stepped in front of Shuya and put a protective air around himself. Tamura widened her eyes and dug her feet into the ground when she almost walked into Komamura Taicho's back. Wha—? Raising her head she stared at the Taicho worriedly. What's wrong? Did she do something bad? Was Goro doing his business? What?! Her nerves getting frazzled she peered around the large man and paused when she saw someone heading right for the Taicho.
"Zaraki." Komamura greeted tensely, eyes narrowed and back straight. He'd rather not have Shuya anywhere near this man. And if he knew this man then the only reason he would approach him...
"Komamura," Kenpachi smirked and rested his arm over the hilt of his sword. His gesture was clear. "I've asked before, but I've given you enough time." That bloodthirsty grin never failed to make the fur on his neck rise. "If you're still pissed off that I broke your mask you could—"
"I've declined before, Zaraki, and my answer remains the same," Komamura gave the man a stern glare. "If you feel the need to fight you can go patrolling in the districts. Do not approach the Taichos in combat."
Kenpachi scowled. "Ah, c'mon, ya fox-faced bastard, I am trainin' like everyone else. Ya guys need ta relax with a good 'ol fight. I'm offerin'." He smirked and jiggled the hilt of his weapon like he could entice his fellow Taicho.
Tamura tensed and glared at the back of Komamura Taicho, eyes wide with rage. Fox-faced what?! How dare he say that to Komamura Taicho! Someone as kind as him shouldn't have someone like Zaraki Taicho talking down to him!
"C'mon, Koma-Koma, it'll be fun!" Yachiru grinned widely from her spot of Kenpachi's shoulder.
"I appreciate the... invitation, Zaraki, but my answer remains the same," Komamura's expression didn't change from the stern stare, making the Taicho and fukutaicho frown. He reached back and grabbed Shuya's arm when he sensed her trying to step around him. He could smell her agitation. "Go patrolling. It might remove some of the edge we have seen in you these last few months."
Kenpachi's frown grew. "Edge?" He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Whatever. If somethin' interestin' shows up then I'll go patrollin'."
Yachiru nodded with a grin before she coughed and sniffed.
That seemed to be the cue for the rough Taicho. He frowned and glanced at the pink-haired fukutaicho. She was coughing again. Fuck it. She said she was fine before, but she kept coughing. He had even felt her trying to stop herself from coughing by covering her mouth before. Right. To the fourth division they go... if he could find it.
"Fine. Ya know where my division is if ya ever change yer mind." He walked around the taller man and paused when he saw someone standing behind Komamura. The fuck?
He paused and sneered when he saw who it was. Well, look who it was. The little stuck-up bitch. Komamura had a woman. Who'd of thunk? The woman was glaring at him, making him roll his eyes when he walked past her. Please. As if someone like her could ever scare him. Now, if she was that old man Yama then sure, he might feel intimidated, but thankfully she wasn't. Come to think of it he should finish that pile of paperwork tonight. He might nag him otherwise.
"Asshole."
Kenpachi paused when he heard the mutter. He curled his lip in a snarl before he continued on. Bitch. Thankfully Yachiru didn't hear. She might bite that woman or something. And with Komamura there who knows what might happen... He paused. Wait, that might actually get him fighting. He was starting to consider it before Yachiru's coughing put him back on track. Fourth division.
Tamura glared after him, pursing her lips and huffing.
"I don't like him."
"Not many people do," Komamura replied, making the dark haired woman jump before she turned and looked up at him. "He is rash and does not bother to show people respect." He reached out and rested a large hand on the woman's head, making her blink before a goofy smile crossed her face. "It may be best to avoid him in the future."
Tamura's eyes were large and curious, looking so very innocent, before she smiled and nodded.
Komamura smiled in return.
Ah, everyone can't help but feel that she's innocent. :D I'M SO VERY SORRY! QAQ I HAD WRITER'S BLOCK LIKE YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE, AND I ONLY RECENTLY HAD MY MUSE! DX
But I did it. :D So I'm happy. OwO
May 9, 2015