Chapter 5.
Oda walked to the barracks of the 12th division – her dreams made her realize something. Even if they fought, her dream was still to work with her father. Despite him being an asshole. So Oda made her way to him and announced that she'll be working in his division.
Mayuri Kurosatchi tsked but nodded never the less.
˝Fine, but work your way up, you are my daughter and have to work harder then the rest˝- with that he turned back to his work.
˝Thank you fahter.˝- Oda bowed even thought her father couldn't see her and turned to find the lab. She could find some work to do there and work her way up. It will take some time but still, it was her dream since she was a small girl, wasn't it? And there's the small gift she had..
Casually walking to the west wing of the 12 th division she let her mind wander and felt a strange tugging sensation. Someone was upset because of her.
Lets dive in...
In a rush she found herself in a different mind, immaculate and tidy. It belonged to a woman – her sister.
How fascinating, I can come in?
She felt different, somehow mechanical. Perhaps Nemu wasn't? It couldn't be... Curious she rummaged through various thoughts – most of them regarding the division and researches. It would still come in handy but there wasn't much personal.
Exept. In the farthest corner of her mind was a special place. Nemu's personal thoughts and emotions. Observations on male and female bodies, attractions ( so Hisagi? Hmm I will try and find this Hisagi-kun), revoltions even and what not and then her or should she say their father? Nemu respected Mayuri Kurosatchi a great deal even with the treatment she had to endure and she was still the fukutaicho of the division.
Oda. Mixed thoughts and opinions swirled around the image of herself in Nemu's mind. She wasn't sure how to react to her. She was grateful but jealous at the same time and now to hear those words:
˝Fine, but work your way up, you are my daughter and have to work harder then the rest˝
Nemu felt betrayed and left out yet she didn't want to show it. In her mind she decided to give Oda a chance. Oda left her mind relieved and determined to spend some time with her sister. They had so much to make up for.
Oda stopped in front of sliding doors and inhaled. With a light hand she pushed them apart and entered the lab. Shinigamin in white robes operated machines, computers and small appliances. A long table was in the middle of the room full with zanpakuto.
˝Sumimasen, my name is Kurosatchi Oda and I will be working with you from now on, please tell me if there's some work to do?˝- Oda bowed and introduced herself in a polite tone. Small steps ahead.
˝Yes I have heard about you and your reasearch˝- A shinigami with two small horns and black hair said. ˝I am Akon, head researcher for this lab in the west wing˝
˝Pleased to make your accuitance, Akon-san, my reasearch?˝
˝Modification of zapakuto with organic substance˝
˝Yes, I am a engineer in chemistry, you see I went to the World of the living to school myself. How may I help you?˝
˝We have trouble with this zanpakuto, they're wild meaning without a master and we need to shape them...˝
˝How much trouble with the assimilation do you have?˝- Oda said with a glint in her eyes. This was her field where she felt at home. How better than to start with something that she loved?
˝Please follow me, we have reports and stats˝
˝Thank you˝
Oda followed Akon to a nearest computer and sat down. Graphs and text were buzzing by. They were doing everything wrong!
˝How proposed the thesis for this? It's all inverted and wrong!˝- Oda said while scowling and didn't realize the sudden silence that fell in the room.
˝The Captain, Oda-san˝
˝Oh, well then we'll just have to redo it and show it to him, if the results please the Captain and reach his requirements then there won't be any problems, right?˝
˝Hai, how may I assist you?˝
˝First unplugg all the organic transmitter from the katana's and prepare chloroform baths to soak them in...˝- Oda started drilling out orders and the whole lab was on their feet. She was a natural on this after all.