CHAPTER 2e:

The 11th Division: Special Tactics (Melee Combat)

"Well I think it's horseshit…"

Namigoro huffed as he walked down the streets of the Seretei with his Captain.

"HA...hahahahahah…You know you should have said 'bull'shit there...it would have been waaaay funnier…hah hah hhahaha !"

Blurts Taka Motochika, Captain of the 11th Division, as she saunters lazily down the Seretei road towards the 1st Division Barracks.

A puff of steam snorted out of the large Minotaur's nostrils in retort, as he followed his Captain scowling and huffing. His long, tufted bull's tail swayed back and forth behind him, poking through a small slit in his over sized black Shinigami robes. The large wide horns on his head pointed forward, one sharpened to a razor fine point, while the other was hacked off about half-way to its end. Around his neck hung a silver necklace, and on it was the seal of the 11th Division, denoting his rank as Lieutenant.

"Very funny…Captain"

Namigoro Tsuyouishi, sarcastically responded boastfully as they continued down the road.

After a few more steps, the Captain retorted again, this time even louder as she turned to laugh right in the face of her Lt.. Her hands on her hips and pointing right at his bull nose. Her grin was wide, sarcastic even, yet with more than just a touch of honesty in it, which made her words even worse for Namigoro to hear.

"Hah…hahahaha..hah! Though...I doubt it would be any funnier than you thinking you would be a good Captain!…Aaahah hhhahah hahah…hahahah!"

Namigoto stomped one his one his hoofs in the dirt and then snorted another bit of steam violently out from his nostrils in a huff. His brow grew tense and his eyes started to narrow and redden in color as he caught his Captain's cynical grin at him.

"She's one to talk"

Namigoro did well to think only to himself.

She was not quite as tall, obviously not as big as he was, but she was very tall compared to the other Captains and Shinigami and definitely more muscular than most of the other female Shinigami. Regardless, she was very attractive, though her personal grooming would hardly reflect that. She wore what at one point must have 'started' as a standard set of Shinigami black robes, though she had ripped them almost 'improperly' too high at their bottom hem, showing off her long strong legs her, left one depicting a twisting snake tattoo rising from just above her knee up and around leg all the way up to and under her very short robes. She had justified the short length by saying it was for better 'freedom of movement' when fighting, but everyone knew it was just and excuse to placate the Captain Commander's orders on Captain's uniforms. The top of her shinigami robes were just as improper, as they had torn off sleeves, and the torn and large opening at the chest revealed her large bosom, which was always dangerously and uncomfortably close to falling out. Over her black robes she wore a patched and poorly mended white Captain's coat, though it was FAR from white. It had threads of all kinds criss-crossing all parts of it keeping it together. It was frayed in many places, the sleeves were gone and the bottom was jagged and uneven on each side. Her very short messy reddish-brown hair lay brushed forward and cut jagged on her head. Her tan skin, while lean and strong, was riddled with scars. A large and particularly nasty one laid horizontally across her bare and ample chest, for all to see, so it seemed. Tucked in her white ragged belt, was a rather un-descript looking sword whose scabbard was chipped and battered.

Namigoro should have been used to her jokes and 'prodding', as SHE would put it while laughing. But she still knew just the right way to get to him when she wanted. He responded to her jest proudly, though he knew it was probably pointless.

"You KNOW I'd be good Captain, I'm way stronger than that tramp from the 8th…and that wuss from the 5th is a kido nerd… You KNOW I have the skills…and..I..."

She spun back around and started walking again, cutting him off by showing him her back. She then spoke in a dull and monotone voice.

"Ugh…You KNOW the requirements Namigoro…neither you or the 10th Lt. have achieved, OR are anywhere close to being competent with your Bankai…and you KNOW that is required for all Captains. Your endless complaining and yapping on and on about it is boring me…GET over it. You're ruining the only fun I am having on this pompous little trip…"

After a few awkward seconds of walking, she then stopped and turned her head slowly around, showing Namigoro just one cold eye. Then grinning devilishly again, she started tapping the right side of her forehead with her finger, the same side where he only had HALF a horn.

"Plus…you haven't even come CLOSE to beating me in a spar yet..."

She paused grinning fiendishly at her Lieutenant.

"You know…if you weren't so good at taking a beating…I'd question whether you were even fit to be my Lieutenant…HA!"

Taka then turned her grinning face forward again, tossing her hand up flippantly to him before she moved on again. Slowly, she started laughing softly, then slowly louder and louder, trying to speak between each outburst.

"Hah ha hah h hhaah h hahah… Plus WHY would Goto-sama want such an ugly guy running ANYTHING… You'd frighten off all the trainees before you could even get a chance to train them…HAHahahahah hhha h a hah... AND if they happened to wear RED… WATCH OUT!... We'd have ourselves stampede!"

"HAH AHaahah h hah hhahah …ahahhh hahahah!"

"Grrrrr…" Namigoro growled and murmured under his breath in his low voice as he huffed and snorted through his large nostrils again stomping forward following behind her. He shook his head at her 'jokes' all at his expense, as they seem to be the 'only fun' she is wanting to have.