It was a normal day in Soul Society. There was a laboratory fire in the twelfth division that seemed to have acquired a mind of its' own, as though it did not harm anyone who wasn't a twelfth division member, anyone who was got burns in rather… Unfortunate locations.
Additionally the eleventh division had decided, pretty much en masse, that they would go out into the farthest, most lawless districts of Rukongai and destroy any hollows in the areas. This would be fine… Had their captain bothered to go through proper channels. As it was, the ninth division was screaming about how much paperwork this would generate, and Unohana-taichou had 'politely' scheduled the physical examinations of every seated officer of said division.
After one interminably long meeting in which the head captain droned on and own about some random bullshit nobody cared about, before abruptly turning to the mostly tuned out fifth division captain and demanded to k now whether or not he had kissed anyone in the past six months.
Aizen stuttered out that he hadn't kissed anyone, and just why did the Sou-taichou find it necessary to ask him such a personal question in front of their peers? The color on his cheeks was genuine, as his mind thought of one whom he would like to kiss, but had yet to.
The grizzled captain merely shook his head and sighed, muttering loudly about blind youngin's who wouldn't know what to do if it bounced up and down in front of them stark naked. Aizen scooted just a touch closer to Komamura captain, if only to get away from the crazy (and powerful) old man.
When they had finally been dismissed, The powerful brunette went off in search of his vice-captain, as they had been given the dubious task of rounding up the last of the eleventh division that had yet to be hauled out of the Rukongai districts. As far as could be determined they were in the southern eighty-first district, and were either injured, inebriated or a mixture of the two.
Once told their duties, Hinamori sighed and nodded, as the set to flash stepping towards the outlying district. He made sure to keep pace with her, as he could easily outstrip all but potentially Shihioun Yoruichi at his quickest pace. Aizen was glad to see that her recent spell of illness had been both brief, as well as light on her.
The task they had been dealt with was unpleasant, but not difficult as the stragglers were unseated newbies who had apparently gotten exceedingly lost, and had only done what the rest of the division had been doing, in order to fit in, as well as the fact that the officer who had been in charge of them had led them the way there, only to mysteriously vanish once they had come. The officer was drunk out of his mind, and singing a bawdy tune that got him knocked out by a stone that Aizen had thrown before his sweet lieutenant's ears got soiled by the disgusting perversion of a melody.
The two members of the fifth division easily sheparded the group back to the fourth division, and left the terrified soul reapers to the 'tender' mercy of the squad four captain. "I'm not sure about you, but I am quite famished, would you like to go with me to get something to eat?"