If anything, this is more like a drabble than a chapter :/

I sighed heavily while scribbling away at my paperwork, and resting my head on my free hand. This is too much work for someone like me... How the heck did I become a lieutenant?

Not that I'm complaining about my position or anything, but being a 4th seat in 11th division was so much easier. Heck, just being in 11th division was fun. The only paperwork I did was write a small report on the missions I've been sent on, but that was rare too. Kenpachi always tried to burn or rip up every sheet of paper he sees in his division.

I shuddered, remembering that sadistic grin he always had on his face when he did his weekly burning. Hm... I haven't seen anyone from 11th division for a while. Not even Yachiru... Maybe I can visit when I have some free time.

"Kinomi-san," a gentle voice pulled me away from my thoughts.

"Ah, y-yes, Captain Ukitake?" I jumped a little when I saw the smiling Captain standing in front of my desk. What is with these captains always popping out of nowhere?...

"Here you go," he handed me a packet of at least 50 sheets of paper stapled together.

"What is this?" I asked, accepting the packet and another sheet of paper.

"A list of the laws and other stuff. Yamamoto wants everyone to review on it and sign that paper when you're done. It's due in exactly a week."

"I understand." I guess Yamamoto doesn't want a repeat of what happened last month with Aizen and the other 2 Captains.

Just when he was about to walk out, he stopped and turned around. "I know there's been an increase of work lately, but don't work yourself too hard."

I grinned, "Right back at ya, Captain."

He smiled, waved, and went back to whatever he was doing.

Not even a minute later, a certain redhead leapt inside my office through the open window. "Yo."

"What do you want, Renji?" I sighed, rubbing my forehead.

"Jeez, and I thought you would be happy to see me. Come on, let's go grab a drink. Rangiku's already got everything set up in her office," he nudged my arm, trying to sound convincing.

"For the last time, I don't drink. And unlike you, I don't ditch my work," I swatted his hand away with my pen.

"Goody Two-Shoes."

"Douchebag," I mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

He grabbed my wrist, immobilizing it, and snatched the pen out of my hand... Only to throw it out the window.

"What are you doing?" I frantically tried pulling away, but with no luck.

"Relieving you of 2 weeks of wrist pain and headaches," he said as if tossing my paperwork out the window at the moment wasn't a big deal.

"Renji, you're going to get me in trouble!" I yelled, but was ignored. "Oi, are you listening to me?... Renji!"

"..."

"Bastard... FLY!"

Before he could blink, he found himself laying outside with the paperwork he threw out a few moments ago.

Sorry for making you wait over 4 months and only ended up giving you this Dx