A/N: Shitsuji literally means Butler. I wasn't feeling particularly creative, haha. Standard disclaimers apply.
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That girl. She sends different vibes than all the other girls.
Let's see. She doesn't stand out, not physically, standing among the all very pleasant new girls. It pains me to have to tell them to turn their smiles down a notch – make that three – to keep with the air of the Kuchiki house. Eyes downcast (check), head bowed (check), all properly humble (uh, check). Her turn to speak now – "Hisana." – voice, plain. Uniform, nothing special (well, it is mass-produced for the purpose of having nothing special). Just another mediocre girl?
I should think not. Children, women, servants, criminals, they're not to be taken lightly of, especially in Seireitei. Take me, for example!! Shitsuji of the Kuchiki house. Second-in-command to none other than the great ice cube himself. Sigh. See, my oba-han (A/N: referring to his mother; kansai-ben) nursed him when he was little, so like, he's like a little brother to me, right? WRONG. No appreciation at all! When oba-han died? Not a word, not a peep! All my oba-han's love, wasted! That bastard!
There he is. I feel his reiatsu nearing. Gotta get this over & done with.
"Makie-kun. Hisana-kun."
"Hai."
"Switch places."
"Hai."
Mm. Need more coverage on the left. "Haru-kun, stand beside Makie-kun. Other side." Dumbass.
That Hisana girl doesn't look up, not even once. I tell ya, she's too reserved for her own good. On one thought I could have some senior girls beat her around a bit, but on another…let's not. That girl has to go. ASAP.
The other girls – those that fidget in the fabric of their uniforms, that dart their eyes around the Sakura trees and the glitter in the pond, that are flushed with nervousness and excitement and the spirit pressure all around – they get second chances. In fact, little mistakes don't even get to me. Just not that Hisana.
Oh, but it'll be easy. One mistake, which I will personally make sure it happens, and out she goes. Shitsuji of the Kuchiki house was known for his strictness, after all. Mwahahaha.
When Byakuya slowed to an eventual stop in the rouka (A/N: roofed corridor), I knew there was no helping the deep shit coming my way. My Lord Byakuya-sama, I know the girls have their heads bowed still, but mine isn't anymore and surely you could master more discreetness than that? You're, like, staring. Sigh.
"At ease. Say your names again, and where you're from." Hah, your death glares hadn't worked on me for the past 500 years, bro. "You may start, Sawa-kun."