Sajin Komamura wasn't used to changes in routine, and this was no exception.
He was supposed to be getting a new transfer today. He stared at the paper, reading it over and over in mild disbelief.
Soya Utame Yamamoto, transfer from Division 11
Former Captain: Kenpachi Zaraki
Former Partner: Yumichika Ayasegawa
Relations: Gen'ryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto, grandfather
Comments/Concerns: This flower has one HELL of a temper. She's more like a weed than a flower, really. Aggressive, hard to get rid of, and hard to recognize until she's overtaken your "garden". Also, anything breakable should be quickly removed from the premises if it will be within her reach. Good luck with this one - you'll need it.
"Just what I need," he sighed, setting the paper aside. "A rebellious teenager. She'll be defying every order I give her, and meanwhile Tetsuzaemon will probably be lamenting her gender..."
Speaking of Iba... wasn't it his day off? Yes, that was right... he'd taken a personal day, for whatever reason. Well, at least this girl, Soya, would only have to deal with a captain the first day, and not a lieutenant who she would probably just argue with. He wouldn't mind if they argued about a suitable topic, but Iba had the tendency to think up the most ridiculous things to debate about; not to mention this Soya would most likely just take it farther than it needed to go.
He supposed it probably wouldn't be so bad - after all, what Kenpachi thought was annoying and what Komamura thought was annoying were two different things. Kenpachi got annoyed by everything, while Komamura himself was a fair bit more tolerant to others' personalities.
He glanced over at the clock and growled softly. Though he wasn't going to be tolerant of this girl much longer if she didn't show up in the next five minutes. She was already half an hour late. Apparently she wasn't just annoying; she was also disrespectful. She was going to get so much paperwork for this...
The door swung open, nearly cracking the wall, and in sauntered a young woman. She was dressed in a white tank top decorated with black swirls and leaves, straps from what was presumably her bra hanging on her shoulders, and a pair of blue denim boot-cut jeans. She wore silver high heels, and obnoxiously large sunglasses were tucked into the top of her shoulder-length raven hair; she also had a bag, a reflective pink color, slung over one shoulder. "Good morning," she chirped before taking a sip from the red can she held. "Where's my new captain?"
Komamura shook his head at her. "Soya Yamamoto? You are late."
She just stared at him. She put her bag down by the door and snickered. "Okay, now I know Jii-san was pulling my leg. Nobody would fall for that - is that Ikkaku in there?" She laughed, hopping up to sit on Iba's unoccupied desk. "I shoulda known you guys would try to pull one over on me. Is this because I stole Yumichika's hairbrush last week? You guys are so damn vindictive..."
Komamura raised an eyebrow, simply looking at her. Was she drinking on the job? He ignored her comments (after all, he was used to such negativity) and just tapped his desk. "Miss Yamamoto, I would appreciate it if you did not put your hind end where my lieutenant does his paperwork. The last thing he needs is more distractions, so please get off."
She blinked a few times. "How are you moving the mouth of that costume? Is that even you in there, Ikkaku, or did you get one of the cadets to do it?"
He sighed and felt the strongest urge to rub at his temples. He was sure that by the time this was over, he was going to have one hell of a headache. "Miss Yamamoto, please! I'm already fed up with your tardiness, and you're doing nothing to redeem yourself. This is not an outfit, nor is anyone from the Eleventh Division anywhere near these quarters. I am your new captain, Sajin Komamura. I suggest you get down and get over here to receive your assignments before I give you a punishment on the first day."
"Wow." Soya hopped down from the desk, taking another gulp of her drink before speaking. "So that's what you really look like? Huh. That's so... different. I don't think I've ever seen anyone like you." She shrugged. "Not that I pay much attention past what kind of an emotion people have when they scream at me, but..." She walked forward. "So. You obviously know me, Soya Yamamoto. And now I know you. Oh and, uh, sorry I accused you of being Ikkaku. That's an insult for anybody who's not him."
Komamura shook his head. "Miss Yamamoto, you are out of uniform."
"Huh?" She looked down. "Oh! Yeah, see..."
"And you are late."
"Well, I was in the Human World..."
"And are you intoxicated?"
"For God's sake!" she shouted. "Could you shut the hell up and let me explain my fucking self? God, it's people like you who don't even give me a chance to talk that really piss me off!"
He didn't flinch, but he was somewhat surprised by her outburst. Perhaps Kenpachi had a point when he mentioned that she had quite a temper. "Alright then. Please, explain yourself."
"Well." She brushed off the bottom of her tank top. "Since I was leaving the Eleventh Division, Yumichika decided to be nice for once and took me out as a sort of good-bye present. Of course I didn't drink anything alcoholic, though I suspect Yumi has one hell of a hangover. But I had such a fun time in the Human World last night, I didn't want to leave. Yumi dragged me to this store where he bought me the cutest top, see?" She turned halfway, displaying her side and hip and quite obviously modeling the outfit. "He said I needed to redo my wardrobe. So anyway, he also got me these adorable jeans, and he made me put them on. He pointed out these sunglasses, which I bought myself. And this morning, we were hanging out at breakfast and I realized I was late so I had to take my soda with me." She held up the red can. "I didn't have time to change, and it's Yumi's fault that I'm late because I had to schlep him all the way back to Eleventh."
Komamura furrowed his brow at how easily her temper could be turned on and off, not unlike a light switch. "I see." He glanced back at her transfer paper, wondering if it was too late to convince Yamamoto-sama to change his mind. This woman may have been his granddaughter, but that didn't mean she held the same values. Hell no, it most certainly did not mean that. "Miss Yamamoto, you are not impressing me very much. First impressions are important, and so far yours has not been good. You have shown me thus far that you are irresponsible, oblivious to the concerns of others, and also show no regard for your own safety. You stayed in the Human World overnight, with a person who was drunk. You put both yourself and Yumichika into danger. And what's more, you seem completely nonchalant about showing up late, breaking dress code, and having the audacity to make remarks about my appearance."
She placed her can down on Iba's desk, and glared straight at him. "If you expect me to feel bad, it's not going to happen. I don't take guilt trips and I sure as hell don't say I'm sorry when somebody orders me to do it. I really don't appreciate being talked down to, Captain..." The word was full of venom as she crossed her arms over her chest. "And for your information, Yumichika was perfectly safe with me! I wasn't buzzed, and hell if I'd let anyone touch my ass or his, pull a knife on us, or run us over with a fucking car, even if I was drunk! How stupid do you think I am? I'm not some dumb little girl who can't take care of myself! I would really like it if you showed a little respect for me, because I could have just walked out of Soul Society if I didn't want to come here!"
"Don't you dare mention leaving Soul Society," he growled lowly, standing up so that he towered over her. "That is the path of traitors."
She smirked, seeming unaffected by his height. "Oh my, did I touch a nerve there, Captain? I would have left if I felt like it."
He felt another growl forming, but he bit it back, swallowing any nasty comments he might have about her. "And for another thing, Miss Yamamoto, I do not show respect to those who don't deserve it. You are not yet worthy of it. Respect is not a right, given freely to anyone. Respect is not given to murderers, to tormenters, to traitors. It is a gift, something that you must earn, bestowed upon you once you have proved yourself."
"I could have left!" she taunted, leaning forward. "I could have gone and joined
Tousen! He would have given me all the respect I deserve and he wouldn't have thought twice about it! He wouldn't have-"
"DO NOT SPEAK ABOUT KANAME!" Komamura roared, shaking the entire building. He turned to face the wall, having no desire to speak to this woman any longer. "I want you out of my office. I want you out of my division. Go tell Yamamoto-sama that no matter how much I respect him, I cannot change you. Get out of my sight."
He heard Soya yell something that was not even a word, kick the desk, and then knock her can on the floor. "Fine!" he heard her scream. The door opened. "You give up on me too, just like Captain Kenpachi! Just like Jii-san! Just like everybody! I don't need the likes of you! I'm going to leave and I'm going to join Aizen and nobody will care! Jii-san will rejoice, Captain Kenpachi will throw a fucking party, and you'll be happy as hell!"
The door slammed. "Good-bye and good riddance!" she shouted through the door. "I hate this whole place!"
Komamura gave a sigh, sitting back down and facing the now empty room. There was soda spilled all over the floor, the can lying helplessly.
Now he would have to inform Yamamoto-sama about his granddaughter's plans. This would not end well.