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"What are you doing here, arrancar?!" Yumichika snapped as he came face to face with Luppi the prettiest arrancar.
"Just taking a stroll," Luppi shrugged batting his lashes and waving his too long sleeves at Yumichika.
"Let me see your documentation?"
"Hmm," the arrancar looked up one sleeve and then another, "Oops, I guess I don't have it with me."
"If you've not obtained proper permission to be in Soul Society territory then I will have to arrest you,"
The arrancar smiled, "I'd like to see you try."
Yumichika sighed. Normally he wouldn't mind playing games of superiority with the Arrancar (though there was no point when he was clearly superior to everyone minus Zaraki and Ikkaku) but today was not a normal day. He had much too much to do. He drew his Zanpakuto. "Fuji Kujaku,"
"Aww releasing already? You're no fun," Luppi teased. "And what are you doing here anyway? Didn't the Quincy's establish this street as their Asian base?"
"As matter of fact I am here on business and the Quincy in charge of the street has left you to me."
"What kind of business?" the Arrancar asked, his lavender eyes glowing.
"None of yours." Yumichika said approaching him with some caution. If he remembered right this Arrancar had the ability to grow an absurd amount of limbs.
"Oh come on you can tell me, shinigami. The Quincy who lives here is mostly known as a fashion designer so I doubt this so called business you have is all that serious."
"You have one minute to get out of Soul Society and/or Quincy territory before I attack you," Yumichika warned.
"Hm," Luppi put his sleeve up against his mouth, "it doesn't have anything to do with the Annual Ball in the Soul Society, does it?"
"Times up. This is your end," Yumichika shunpo'd quickly over to the Arrancar's back his zanpakuto pressing against the throat of his enemy.
Suddenly something fell out of the arrancar pocket. "Oops! Oh look, it's my passport. I guess I had it with me all the time."
Yumichika grumbled, pulled his sword away, and picked up the befallen book. "Shit," he said as he looked down at the passport, "you do have permission to be in Soul Society territory."
"I never said I didn't," Luppi giggled and did a back flip in midair, "you shinigami are sooo much fun."
"You were bored, weren't you?"
Luppi nodded and sighed, "I should be glad that we, the arrancar and Aizen-sama, were allowed the America's but it's just no fun being evil without enemies. Aizen is way too relaxed, Tousen-sama is too happy, Grimmjow has gained so much weight, Gin is always off touring with his band, and Ulq-kun, well, emo is not beautiful. If I don't travel I don't get to fight so traveling is what I must do despite the jet-lag being killer on my looks."
"Yes you don't look as beautiful as you once did but you need to be going while you've got permission to be in Soul Society territory as you pointed out earlier this street is Quincy territory and that is not authorized on your passport."
"I promise I will but first tell me why you came to visit Ishida Uryuu; I just luuurve gossip."
After resigning to explain to the Arrancar about the ball and Yachiru's dilemma and then answering countless questions about sexism and overpowering fathers Yumichika made his way back to Uryuu's house. When he arrived at Uryuu's he was greeted by a sight that did nothing to improve his mood. Sado, the once strapping young man and best friend to the substitute shinigami, was sitting with Orihime and Uryuu with a bottle of tequila in hand and a wooden walking cane resting against his knee. "Oi! Thought I smelled you!" he shouted, obviously slightly drunk. He had deep wrinkles on the edges of his eyes, his hair was completely grey, and he had a horrid bushy mustache. Yumichika frowned. Did he say smelled? He smelled him? "Well you know," Sado said, apparently realizing what he said, "I sensed you. So is Ikkaku-san here?"
"Er, No," Yumichika said still trying to take in the fact that the three sitting in the room where the same Ryoka who had invaded the Seireitei just barely a little over fifty years ago. They looked so different while he and Ikkaku had stayed completely the same save for the fact that Yumichika was letting his hair grow out again.
"Sensed that Arrancar too, he didn't give you too much trouble did he?"
"No, he was just bored."
"There has been increasing reports of that," Uryuu said knowingly, "here is the dress Yumichika-san, it's a dark blue satin with a deep purple sash. I think it'll look lovely on Yahiru-chan."
"Oh-oh. Thank you very much," Yumichika said realizing he had been gaping like a fish something not beautiful at all.
"Stay for a few drinks?" Sado said waving the tequila bottle at him.
"Um, no, sorry I wish I could but I have lots to do." Yumichika said and on that turned on his heal and headed for the door. "Thank you again Uryuu," he said over his shoulder; feeling guilty he couldn't get himself to stay a bit longer in gratitude.
"No problem," Uryuu said simply as if knowing what had Yumichika all a flutter.
"Bye, visit us again soon Ayasegawa-san!" Orihime exclaimed completely oblivious to Yumichika's discomfort.
He nodded but couldn't bear to look at the sorry sight behind him. He pouted as he stepped through the barrier. It had been such a tiring day but he was pretty sure he had been successful.