Well, this is part two of this series. I'm not sure how many more I can come up with, but I'll certainly try. That is, if you all keep reading and reviewing. I won't continue if you guys aren't interested, so read and review, please!
They may be OOC.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Ise Nanao glanced at the clock and sighed. It was twenty-three past seven in the evening, and paperwork was still piled up on her desk. It seemed as if she were never going to be able to leave.
Her gaze slid over to the other person occupying the room. Kyouraku Shunsui, taichi of the 8th Division, had his head resting on his desk and was snoring softly.
Nanao's eyebrow twitched. Here she was, slaving away, while her taicho napped away a hangover. She couldn't understand why he didn't wait until after the work was finished to drink. That seemed to be a more logical way. Kyouraku-taicho, however, was not logical. He preferred to drink in the morning, the afternoon, the evening, and any time in between, thus leaving the Division's paperwork in its entirety to his fukutaicho, Ise Nanao.
She could feel a migraine brewing. Rubbing her temple with her fingers, she sighed again. She decided to attempt to plead with him. She rose from her chair and strode over to where he sat snoozing. She placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly in order to get him to wake up. "Kyouraku-taicho, please finish at least some of the paperwork? You know that tomorrow there will be even more on your desk."
Kyouraku raised his head and stared at Nanao through the haze surrounding him. "Why would I do that, Nanao-chan? I'll just do it in the morning."
"Sir, you won't do it in the morning. You'll ignore it once again, and the pile will grow even larger." Nanao shoved some papers out of the way to reach one paper in particular. "Look at this! It's from two days ago!"
The man blinked, trying to focus on the sheet that had been pushed in his face. "Oh, so that's where it went."
"Is that all you can say?!" Nanao sputtered incredulously.
Kyouraku sighed and took a long swig of sake. "If there's one thing I've learned, my sweet Nanao-chan,"he spoke, "paperwork will not sprout legs and walk away, no matter how much sake you drink."
Nanao's mouth opened and closed. She wasn't sure if she should laugh or throw something at him. Her mind raced to find a good comeback, but they all eluded her. She threw her hands in the air. "Fine! Leave and drink yourself into a stupor! I'll do the paperwork!" Spinning on her heel, she stalked over to her desk, plopped onto the chair, and buried her face in her hands. After taking a deep breath, she peeked an eye open to survey the work awaiting her. She started in surprise when she saw her taicho still sitting at his desk, quietly working on the piles of papers.
"Kyouraku-taicho?" She breathed, hardly speaking above a whisper for fear she'd wake up from this wonderful dream.
"I decided, Nanao-chan, that I would rather sit here and do my work with you than go off alone and drink without you."
Once again, Nanao was shocked speechless. Being speechless once a day was a big deal, two times a day an even bigger deal. She finally gave up on saying anything and just smiled. But as it turned out, she hadn't needed to say a word.
The smile on her face spoke for her.