He had a hard time closing the doors and forcing himself to move to where the small group had gathered together into one area; it may have seemed of little concern from those on the outside of the matter, but... he did not like other people sitting around in his space. The fact that they were seating themselves on the available furniture pieces and carrying on senseless pieces of conversation like it was nothing tipped him off the most. Sacrifices had to be made though, even if it felt like he was really the only one getting his skin pulled off here.

Briefly clearing his throat, he pushed himself towards the group and watched as they still proceeded to keep themselves separated. Captains on one side, Arrancars on the other... It wasn't like he could blame them though; he wouldn't want to sit beside the others either. Of course, it was a little amusing to watch Akira go from one couch to the next as she passed from person to person. Her curiosity was something to question almost as she asked out of the ordinary questions, preferring to overlook the obvious matters and go for things that weren't necessarily important. She asked about why the female Captain wore a braid in the front, why one Captain wore a hat and no one else, why one man was so short and why the other was so pale. She queried small details like the Lieutenant's earrings and what was going on with everyone being here. Eventually she seemed to finally clue in and hurried over to where he was still slowly approaching, preferring to keep his steps as small as he could without them being noticeable.

"Where's mom?" she questioned, fingers grabbing onto the loose material of his uniform pants; those green eyes were partly narrowed and the corners of her lips were tucked downward as she looked to him for an answer. "Did she leave?"

"Where exactly would she have gone?" he replied.

"... Outside?"

"And why would she go outside?"

"... To get away from everyone?"

"Are you answering in the form of questions again?"

"Yes?"

Chuckling lightly, he moved to step around her and watched as she quickly followed after him, as though he was going to disappear just like her mother. "She'll be back in a few moments, she just went to freshen up a bit." that's all it took for him to say before the girl took off across the room in the direction of their bedroom, so certain that she would find her mother there. He had to admit the girl acted like she had some form of separation anxiety if the two of them weren't in the same room; perhaps the added guests just put her in a defensive feel for awhile. He could hear her still calling for the woman even at this distance. "Well at least she's gone finally."

"Is that some kind of routine the two of you go through?" Isane questioned, slightly curious about the brief interaction between the two. She had to note that when the girl was with Nemu, she was more calm and restrained, but when she was with her paternal figure, she was more observant and outgoing.

"I just find it more appropriate to test her thinking at random intervals." he answered. "It helps to keep track on how she's developing mentally, which... could still use some work."

"She's three." Harribel reminded.

"Don't use that as an excuse."

"Well she can hold a thought longer than I can, so that says something." Starrk spoke as he settled himself into a spot on the couch that seated him next to his cinnamon-toned partner. One hand moved through his dark locks as he glanced over to watch as the few Captains seated themselves across from them. He supposed with how they kept away even in a small setting like this... it probably didn't mean anything but it was a reminder with how their kinds still remained on odds with one another. He tried not to put too much attention on it though, it was just a seating arrangement after all.

He supposed it should've been mentioned as well that the pink-haired Scientist kept his distance just the same from both parties, choosing to keep himself isolated in the room; he took a seat that kept a good distance from everyone else.

"It's hard to think when you're asleep all the time though." Szayel remarked.

"Can't deny it."

Harribel shook her head at their brief interactions and tried to set up how the conversation would go from here. There was a lot to be said but no one looked like they wanted to be the first to say it… if anything, the Captains appeared to be distracted by some other matter. From what few pieces of the conversation she could pick up on though, they seemed to be discussing matters about Kurotsuchi; she imagined it wasn't going to be easy for them to wrap their heads around it, but at this point they didn't have a choice in the matter. It had only been a small collection of years since the woman had stayed with them, and while she tended to keep in this wing alone, every now and again they would interact. Personally, she found no faults in the woman and actually liked her rather quiet nature- she thought it helped to balance out the Eighth a bit more.

"Are you certain it's her?" the Captain, Shunsui, questioned; leaning forward slightly as he glanced down to where the Lieutenant was sitting on the far end of the couch. "I mean… without a doubt, that is."

Isane wrinkled her nose slightly at the question. "I'm certain of it. I spoke with her just five minutes ago, it's without a doubt, I assure you."

"I just wanted to make sure, I mean… Lieutenant Kurotsuchi was a complicated figure… at least, from what Nanao-chan told me."

A light chuckle escaped the Fourth Captain as she leaned back more so to find a comfortable spot; she was a little surprised to see the amount of reconstruction that had taken place in such a short amount of time… it looked as though almost every room had been remodeled and refurnished in some way. Then again, she supposed she hadn't gotten the chance to search all too many rooms just yet, she could still be terribly wrong. "Well regardless of what you heard, I'm excited to see the Lieutenant once more."

"Is she in the same condition at least?" Hitsugaya remarked beneath his breath, a faint burst of cold air escaping from between his lips.

"Please, let's not be so pessimistic." Ukitake tried to assure, giving a brief pause in his words before he continued on- in a lower volume this time. "I'm sure Lieutenant Isane would have said something in the case that there was a difference."

"Well, I mean… she looks like she gained a little bit of weight…"

Interesting conversation to say the least.

The slight hint of a chuckle caught her attention though and she broke her attention away from the Captains and towards the source; watching how the scientist pushed up on his glasses while his lips were curled into a slight grin.

"That is an unsafe topic for everyone involved, Lieutenant Kotetsu."

How much longer were they going to wait? Well now, she supposed it wasn't any easier for the woman, considering that these were the people who had believed her to be dead for years now… if anything, the whole situation balanced one being almost awkward really. The woman could take however long she needed then, after all it gave her more time to figure out what they would be saying during this entire conversation…

It did leave her to wonder where Nell and Nnoitra had off to, the fact that neither of them had picked up on the Captain's energy was strange… on second thought though, she marked it up as a spark of luck; the last thing they needed right now was added stress on this matter. Perhaps the former Third was keeping the other man in check during this moment. Ulquiorra would more than likely have caught on but he wasn't appearing either, perhaps on purpose though.

The sudden absence of voices told her something had happened though.

He really knew better than to spare a laugh at the comment from the other Lieutenant, after all the given topic was a bit of an unsafe subject to bring up. He supposed he really only found it rather humorous because, personally, he had noticed the subtle differences and such but thought they added to her character. After all, he didn't see any problems in the extra curve of her hips or the added shape to her bust. The light touch of someone else's hands against his shoulders broke his attention away from those thoughts though; the touch of pressure started out lightly before fingertips bore down into the thin space above his collarbones, gradually turning the touch into an almost painful squeeze. She only seemed to do so to bring his full attention back to her and sometimes he hated when she did it… it only seemed to be a reminder for the slight increase in her physical strength through the short years.

"Oh my goodness."

"Well I'll be damned."

"Kyōraku, please mind your language."

"Ha ha, dad what does-"

"What do you think it means?" he interrupted enough to keep the girl from finishing her question, watching as she peeked up over the arm of the chair. She kept that same look from before with the narrowed eyes and frowning lips; a few stray strands of hair fell into her face but she didn't bother with pushing them out of the way. "I'll take it by your silence that you don't know perhaps?"

"Calm down you two." Nemu requested, eventually releasing her grip on the man's shoulder; catching the way he slightly rolled them back to relieve the tension. She watched as the pink-haired child eventually took off to where Isane was seated and made her move over enough to give her room on the couch space next to her; the movement was enough to lead her eyesight over to where several of the Captains were seated. There was the Fourth, Thirteenth, Eighth and Tenth just as Isane had said… she guessed she just never really accepted the matter until now since they were blatantly sitting right in front of her. She didn't really know what to say to them… for once, there was absolutely nothing running through her head.

Perhaps it was best to stay quiet for now.

Unfortunately enough, it seemed like everyone else had that same kind of mindset, causing for the room to spiral rather quickly into dead silence. This wasn't exactly how she imagined the meeting to go, she guessed everyone just needed a few moments to calm down and get over the initial shock.

"Right… down to business then." Starrk started, clearing his throat briefly to try and break the silence. "We have everyone here, as requested, so let's try out the details of this matter again."

"What matter?" Akira questioned, leaning forward in curiosity, although she was barely seen from around the Fourth Lieutenant.

Why did it seem like her question only made the whole room feel even smaller now?

It would be difficult to explain to a child that something that seemed perfectly normal to her wasn't so readily acceptable by everyone else. Just yet another topic that put everyone in a tight spot… but for someone as young as her, at least she'd be able to get the full story now and ask the correct questions. Hopefully anyways.

The immediate silence that continued seemed to gain the young girl's attention though and she frowned as no one offered to answer her question.

"Dad…" she eventually called, drawing out the word for as long as she could.

He should've known she would come calling to him eventually… she always did regardless of what was going on. Even if he didn't agree with a matter like this, he supposed he should figure out a way to explain it as lightly as he could without his own opinion seeping into the matter. "How would you like the chance to explore a different dimension?"

The return question appeared to have caught the girl off-guard for a moment before she looked to the other people in the room as though they would help to formulate an answer; it seemed to work in a small manner as she turned her attention back to him after a few moments of thinking. "What's it like? Who's going to be there?"

"The people you're sitting with."

"It's uh… it's where we live." Isane stepped in, figuring it wouldn't hurt to try and help along with the case. She didn't think she'd be any help, but she could try. "Much like you have this… central area here, we have our own main city that's completely different from anything here."

"Different? How?"

"I guess you'd have to see it to understand." he remarked.

Again, his answers only seemed to be frustrating her further since he wasn't giving her the information she was seeking. This was probably about as far as he was going to talk about this matter without getting involved with the topic. What else was there to say?

"Do you mind if we spoke about this matter without the pup's interference?" Harribel requested; figuring soon enough the girl would understand or at least figure out part of the plan. Right now, she just wanted to see how this full debate would go… it was important that they got it over with now, or at least started it.

The woman had a point…

"She'll catch up eventually." Szayel nodded. "It's best we get this matter done with now though… So, for the sake of those new in the audience, would one of you repeat the whole given solution you said before?" maybe he could get a second take on the suggestions and possibly form a different opinion; or maybe just hate it all over again.

Ukitake cleared his throat for a brief moment at the requests and tried to remember all the details they gave out before. "Well, as it was discussed before, the main purpose of this treaty would be to prove that our different species could in fact co-exist to an extent around one another. That would only be in terms of higher-leveled figures… because that's all that we can promise at this point. We're not saying we have to write letters back and forth, but it's more of a mutual understanding thing; a compromise to simply leave each other alone to live on with the rest of our lives. We all lost in that war a few years back; I don't think any of us here could risk losing any more. But… in order to have the counsel on our side for that motion, we have to have solid evidence with us. And as much as this kind of interaction between one another is seen as a relief, it's nothing we can take back and show off. Just the same, it's not guaranteed to last forever either. The counsel would want something they could see and understand, which… is where the three of you come in."

"Despite how rough-looking the counsel can be sometimes, I highly doubt they'd be able to turn down someone with a charm like that." Shunsui chuckled, tipping his hat in the direction of the pink-haired child at the end of the furniture piece. "Not to mention, I think a couple such as yourself could help in swaying the counsel on further grounds as well."

"We just need a concrete solution to bring back and present to the rest of the Society." Hitsugaya interrupted. "So there needs to be an answer to this matter sometime today, regardless of how much debating it's going to take."

It seemed to take a few, elongated moments before a heavy sigh escaped the Primera's lips; fingers moving to squeeze the empty space between his eyes before he gradually moved his hand to rest on the leg of the woman beside him. "As much as we would like to look into this treaty of yours… the conditions you're requesting are outside of our range. We can't help sway the opinion much if the ones you're requesting the most from don't agree to the terms and conditions. I mean, I would hope for an operation as delicate as this it would come with precautions and extra measures to ensure nothing goes wrong."

"In terms of security, I would assure you that there's nothing to worry about." Unohana nodded. "I know that the decision to this matter will not be made easily, or lightly. All we ask is that you consider it for now."

Were they aiming to try a logical approach or were they aiming for something more along the lines of a pathos method? Each person who spoke had a different way of going about the situation, although each approach failed to move him much from his earlier position.

It was a failure of critical thinking; it showed the lack of proper evaluation and outside critique… How did they expect this method to get off the ground, let alone actually work. This 'counsel' of theirs sounded as though it was played more towards a logical answer- it would need something it could see, something it could examine and understand before it would make a decision. But… perhaps the emotional twist they were throwing on it was for the public's appeal, maybe hoping a sense of acceptance outside of this counsel's control would also help to sway the matter.

It all felt like a waste of time, but he supposed he had to give them credit where it was due.

They had determination for the matter and it was laid out to serve a good point… something they could all benefit from.

But he held no need to step foot in their realm of control.

And yet, he could feel that tight pressure of her fingers digging into his shoulders once more.