Kenpachi Zaraki stood leaning against the door of his truck, which was parked in the middle of a field. It might have been a corn field. He did not know. He was not much interested in agriculture. He was glaring intently at the tiny device cradled in his big hands, silently willing it to light up and do what he had been assured it would do. Which was give him directions.
He had not been a fan of his cell phone when he had been forced to buy it. It was not doing itself any favors by failing to cooperate when he needed it most. Not to say he was lost, exactly, but he had been driving for several hours and had not been able to get out of this corn field. Plant field? Plants.
He jabbed what he thought was the power button. Nothing. Jabbed the other button. Nothing. Tried the fiddly thing on the side. Big, fat nothing. How could a phone exist that had only three buttons? It wasn't any sort of proper phone at all. Never liked it. He probably would never have gotten lost if he hadn't been relying on the stupid toy.
He stopped, let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and ran a hand through his hair. He resisted the sudden urge to chuck the phone into the field and drive off into the rising sun through the damn corn. Plants. Yachiru would be unhappy if he chucked the phone she had picked out for him. Not that she ever called him. He never got any calls, come to think of it. Hadn't even bothered to look at it since he got it. He wasn't much of the hipster type, after all.
Well, that was that. No help coming from the magic box. It was time he stopped fiddling around with toys and did things the old fashioned way. Man and machine against the world. Driving all night down unlit country roads through fields and fields of... something. Deep in the heart of Texas. Or not. He really wasn't sure anymore. He had been seeing a lot of signs written in French before he got stuck in this field.