Foul-Mouth Angel - Part I
I should fall sick frequently...
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White Butterfly: Thanks~ Noted about the no plural term for 'shinigami'.
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The Eleventh Division Superior Martial Arts Arena, usually overcrowded with shinigami from its division fighting their daily eliminating rounds, would be out of bounds once every fortnightly, for the convening of the meetings chaired by their own vice-captain. Not for the matters of the division itself, but for the SWA (Shinigami Women's Association), which was formed to look after the well-being of the female shinigami in Seireitei.
In one of such meetings, when the usual handwritten signage was taped over the original wooden one, the members of the association were awed, by the sudden change of style of which the meeting was held. Chirping in her childish voice, the association's chair was asking the older female members about the recent suggestions for opening of 'women only' ramen-kan and likewise shops in the central district.
"Recently, we've gotten all these bloody write-ins, complainin' 'bout not havin' enuff 'women only' areas for the sake of our female shinigami. Now that, yer all hav ta accommodate being in the same restaurant, eating among those helluva stinky men who neva even bother ta clean 'emselves after training. Whada yer all think 'bout this?"
Ise Nanao shifted her glasses to take a better look at who had just spoken. It was unmistakably the same little pink-haired girl who would always sit just in front of her during meetings. The vice-chairlady shot a quick glance at Matsumoto Rangiku who had just ooooh-ed, breaking the awkward silence. The rest of that meeting had carried on with much more colorful vocabulary, much to the amusement of those who had already speculated from where the girl had learnt to conduct a meeting in that manner.
Unohana found herself standing before the main gates of the eleventh division, recalling the last meeting the SWA had two days ago and that Nanao had went to see her the very next day, asking if she could help to 'do something' about their kaichou's adaptation to the distinctive mannerism of the eleventh division. She had been thinking of how to bring up the subject as a burly shinigami guided her along the corridor and towards the training grounds. She had smiled and nodded to those shinigami who had respectfully bowed towards her as she passed by.
Just as soon as she stepped into the arena, a heavy load dropped loudly at her feet. A big shinigami lay clutching his shoulder in pain. He had suffered a deep, nasty slash in his shoulder right down to his chest and was bleeding profusely. Unohana turned to the cause, who was standing overbearingly in the center of the ring, clad only in his hakama. Zaraki looked at her as if she was unfit to be in his division, let alone coming into his training grounds. Ignoring the glare, she cradled the injured man's head in one arm and placed her hand over the wound.
The panting shinigami finally calmed down as his wound began to close. As soon as her healing was done, a pair of his colleagues came over to carry him, but not forgetting to show their gratitude before retreating back into their quarters. After giving the men instructions to go to her division for medication, Unohana gracefully stood up and walked towards the ring where Zaraki was still standing malevolently. She stopped a distance away from it, not because of his overpowering reiatsu, but because it would be difficult for her to speak while holding her head too high, "Pardon my untimely disturbance to your training, Zaraki taicho. But if you would allow a little time for me to discuss some matters with you privately?"
Zaraki beheld her from where he was standing alleviated, thinking over what she had said. Wondering what matter could be of importance that she had to come personally to see him. He was, strangely, getting vexed seeing her miserably tiny form, sticking out like a sore thumb against a backdrop of mostly brawny men from his division. The only way to find out what was her business was to agree to the discussion. He nodded at her with his chin and turned to leave. The shinigami behind him opened up a path for him and he said without turning back, "Yer can talk 'bout it in my office."
Continue~~
Okay... have to cut this chapter here because I've not got anything in mind yet about how the next chapter should go. Any suggestions? Please tell me.