Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto was truly looking foward to going in to work that morning. He had been unable to get any work done in an effective manor for the last several weeks as Isshin had made himself into a nuisance. It was always amazing to him the differences between Isshin the father and Isshin the Taicho. Personally, Yamamoto had come to the conclusion, after far too many weeks of dealing with the man, that Isshin the father was far more dangerous to be around. Not that he would allow anyone else to hear that from him: the whole of the Soul Society had already gotten far to much amusement out of Isshin and the whole mating off of his child to an Espada incident.
But now, finally and only after getting help from the Shinigami Research Institute, Yamamoto was headed into his office to spend the day in blissful productivity without any of the headaches he had come to associate with a severely unhappy Isshin. Nodding in greeting towards his Sou-Taicho, Chojiro Sasakibe, Yamamoto wasn't in the least surprised when the other man, carrying a thick stack of papers, fell into place just a step behind and off to one side. Oddly enough, the sight of all the paperwork that was awaiting him was relaxing to Yamamoto. It meant that all was correct in his world and that he could get back into the normal grind with no more crises.
Yes. All was right in Yamamoto's world. At least until his junior assistants bowed to him and then slid his office doors open for him to enter.
Yamamoto couldn't halt his eyes opening wide in astonishment at the sight that greeted him that morning, although he wished that he could. The silver glare coming off of every item in his office as the morning sun streamed in through his east facing balcony was blinding.