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Juzen put his head in his palms sulking. He had used most of the morning trying to sort out the endless lists of tasks that had to be reassigned in the end of the month due to divisions members being assigned to missions while others came back to the division. It seemed like an endless samsara wheel of stress to Juzen and the fact that most of his seated officers - the ones who usually did this kind of thing - were assigned to arguably more important clean up tasks in regards to the Kainsor-mission meant that these ended up on Juzen's table.

Juzen took a hard and challenging look at the lists before firmly scraping them all together and dumping them into his drawer slamming it shut.
"You can't control me, I'm the captain here..!" he said before softening up and turning to the left drawer where he had hidden 'different work'. Pulling out a few pieces of paper, ink and a pen he sighed relieved. Juzen had recently taken up drawing - and though his drawing skills were still in its infancy - he much enjoyed and it had helped him stay composed many times now.

However there were limits to when he could do it due to his slight embarrassment with his art skills yet. But today he had asked not to be disturbed before midday as to sort those lists out. Well... he could gift himself a small break he supposed, especially now that he was certain that no one would barge in and disturb him...
 
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Kuro's day began at approximately 3 AM that morning.

Insomnia was a cruel and merciless beast, one that visited him more often than he would have liked. Had it been a strange dream that had roused him? A sound at the window? He wondered if perhaps Ren had swatted his nose because the cat was hungry or had found a mouse or some other manner of critter or insect, and brought the carcass to him in a display of hunter's pride.

'Please don't let there be bug guts in my hair again...' he'd groaned at the thought.

But as he sat up in his futon, Kuro found his fluffy black and white companion curled up on the comforter's bottom near his feet, fast asleep as if he'd been there all night, which the slumbering cat likely had. Ren seemed blessed to receive the excess sleep that often evaded Kuro. Not that Kuro envied his cat. Sleeping was all well and fine, but if he could not sleep, then he preferred to be active. Productive.

With a drawling yawn and a spine-popping stretch, the young man raised himself from bed and slipped on his uniform, before running his fingers through his messy hair by way of combing it without using a real comb. Naturally, this only made his hair even more disastrous. Kuro smoothed down a persistent cowlick, and then dragged his uneven bangs over to shield his right eye from view.

A single silver eye glimmered in the dim moonlight that poured in through the window, bathing his room in pale shades of white, blue, and black.

No mirror. Only a clock with a plain, unsympathetic face hung on the wall near the door, counting down the seconds until sunrise. No decorations. No furniture, save his futon, his wardrobe, and Ren's food and water dishes set neatly in the far corner. His zanpakutou laid on the floor beside his bed, silent, still. He did not disturb it.

'Hm...' Kuro blinked once, slowly.

His eyesight was questionable even in broad daylight. In the near-darkness of night, it was even worse. Resigning himself with a quiet sigh, he lit a lantern and focused himself on completing a stack of paperwork that he'd been handed just a few hours ago. He'd learned already that there was always work to be done and someone had to do it.

Three hours passed much more quickly once he'd settled into a consistent pace. Warm golden sunlight spilled into his room, brightening the space immensely. It was only when Ren cooed from somewhere beside him that Kuro broke from his trance and understood what time it was. He set the papers aside, scratching Ren just behind his furry ears.

"You're right..." he smiled at his friend. "It's time for breakfast."

Kuro fed the cat, and stretched, shaking off the stiffness that had settled into his limbs while he'd been sitting on the floor, navigating his way through a sea of documents. Once Ren had finished his meal and begun licking his whiskers, Kuro scooped the black and white grimalkin up into his arms, assisting Ren in perching on his shoulder. Together, they departed the room, venturing out in search of the shinigami's typical breakfast; a simple cup of green tea with honey stirred in and a sliced green apple.

Ren nuzzled his furry cheek against Kuro's, his long whiskers tickling, and Kuro soon became distracted as he cheek-rubbed and fawned over his companion, stroking a hand along Ren's back and scratching underneath his chin, while the two of them continued walking. He turned and entered what he thought was the division's main cafeteria, utterly unaware that he had just barged into the Captain's office.

Mid-step, the shinigami and his cat froze, Kuro's single silver eye immediately widening as he glanced his surroundings and gradually reached the realization of exactly where he was and who was in the office with him. The white haori that hung across Shiruga Juzen's shoulders signified his status more loudly than words ever could. How in the nine hells had he gotten so lost as to wander into his Captain's private quarters without realizing it!?

'...I even interrupted him while he's doing some important work...'

Without the clarity provided by his glasses, Kuro couldn't tell the difference between a stack of paperwork or a stack of doodles from where he stood half a room away from the Captain's desk, and he had no reason to believe that his Captain was the sort of person who would neglect his duties. The awkward, uncomfortable silence stretched on for more than a minute, and on his shoulder, Ren swayed his long tail, apparently waiting to see what the two humans would do now that they'd encountered one another.

"Um..." his voice sounded more quiet and less confident than he wanted it to. "Well, would you look at that. This is most certainly not where we store the green tea... I'm sorry for entering without permission. I'd better be on my way now..."

"Mroowww!" Ren agreed, kneading his claws into the black fabric of Kuro's sleeve.

Kuro bowed his head, careful not to send his cat toppling onto the hard floor, and proceeded to slowly walk backwards towards the door, silently praying - 'Don't trip, don't trip, don't trip.'


(Note: Kuro's beginning SP for this thread is 100.)
 
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“Oi,” came a low and rumbling voice from behind Kuro. Very close behind Kuro. If he kept moving backwards even the slightest inch, he would hear the clink of glass, and if he happened to turn around, he would come face to face with a shaven-headed thug whose yellow eyes were glaring at him with such ferocity it could have burned a hole right through the new shinigami and set alight to Captain Shiruga’s paperwork on the desk beyond. “Look where you’re going, idiot,” said Yao, standing just beyond the doorway of the captain’s room and carrying two elegantly shaped glass bottles containing a mysterious pink liquid, with striped straws sticking out from the top.

But Yao looked closer at the idiot standing there, and frowned even harder. The guy was from the new intake of new recruits, and … if he wasn’t very much mistaken it was someone he’d had his eye on. This guy was a Rukongai citizen, and one of the few who had graduated the academy this year, therefore Yao had a special interest in him. Specifically, a special interest in moulding him into the best shinigami he could possibly be, in order to show everyone that a Rukongai peasant could, and would, do vastly better than those flabby over-privileged nobles that cluttered up the lower ranks. “Wandering around and disturbing the captain, eh?” Yao glared, “Looks to me like you don’t have enough duties if you’ve got time to be sticking your nose in up here. And what the hell is that?” his eyes flicked to the cat on Kuro’s shoulder, “Since when have pets been allowed in Sixth Division?” There came a timely quack from behind Yao and as he glanced over his shoulder he noticed Yoshifumi the duck waddling up the corridor. “Fuckin’… “ he muttered, at the duck’s untimely arrival, before barging his way past Kuro into Juzen’s office.

“’Ere. This is some new lemonade shit they’ve got in down at the pub for all those pussies who can’t manage the yard of ale. Thought you might like some,” he said, slamming the two bottles down heavily on Juzen’s desk. “It’s got strawberries in or something.” He sat down in one of the chairs opposite Juzen. He happened to notice something Juzen was scribbling out of the corner of his eye. What was that? A bunny? “Are you still here?” he snapped at the recruit, while picking up his lemonade bottle and taking a healthy slurp through the brightly coloured straw.
 
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Kuro had not walked in on the captain in his private quarters - where a guard would likely have stopped him before he went that far - but barging into the office of the captain was an equally unfortunate event and one every recruit would have nightmares about. Not that Juzen was a very strict captain but the embarrassment would be hard to swallow. As Kuro shuffled his was into the office Juzen was was trying to sketch a horse and had placed a pretty rotten wooden carving of one on the table he was trying to make look like a real one on paper.

"Ears go like this, and it kinda needs a tail too...!" he said keeping immensely concentrated. As the door went up Juzen rushed to grab the horse and promptly threw it into his drawer sloppily trying to conceal his drawings underneath some lists he quickly pulled from the drawer - all this before he even got a chance to look at who had entered. Expecting Vice Captain Yao or the ever bothering 3rd seat Koichi Daisuke, Juzen was surprised to see that he did in fact not recognize this guy. Unable to find the right words his gaze fastened itself at the cat on the shinigami's shoulder. An odd sight indeed.

"Is that... a cat?" Juzen asked no one in particular as it was quite clearly - a cat. As the shinigami started backing out, having clearly entered the office by mistake, Juzen would reach out. "No no no! Please stay!" he implored the shinigami. "What is its name?" Juzen asked trying to get him to stay a little while longer. That cat was obviously the ideal model for him to improve his drawing skills.

But as the shinigami was continuing to back out of his office a shadow appeared behind him its dissatisfied yellow eyes telling Juzen exactly who that was.
"Oh Yao its you..!" Juzen said and laughed nervously. 'He could have barged in when I was drawing!' Juzen thought to himself relieved he hadn't. "Come in please!" Juzen said and flashed a smile as Yao had brought pink colored strawberry lemonade - it looked absolutely delicious.

"What is your name, shinigami?" Juzen asked Kuro. "Say hello to Yao, our vice captain. I'm Juzen, the captain. Please just come closer!" Juzen said with a friendly grin. As Yao salmmed down the drinks Juzen would reach for one of them. "Ohh thanks that's ver..." he said before Yao interrupted him. "T-that... N-no... It's just a... horse. But never mind that!" Juzen said and frantically crumbled the drawing into a ball and threw it over in the corner. "I don't know how that ended up there! Among my WORK! Who would have thought?" he said and laughed nervously before taking a slurp of the drink Yao had brought. "Ohhh this is really delicious!" he said trying to divert the subject.

But that cat has still caught Juzen's attention.
"Please... come here and place the cat right there on the desk!" Juzen said enthusiastically not quite aware of the commanding voice he wielded. "Oooh there's a beauty!" he said and assuming the shinigami complied he would offer the cat his hand and gently try to scratch it behind its right ear.
 
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Just as the sole of his sandal met the wooden floor, Kuro froze and his body immediately straightened of its own accord. Raw murderous intent trickled heatedly down his spine from someone or something standing directly behind him. For a moment, he almost believed that he had been targeted by an assassin or a demon intent on slicing his throat, though he had no idea why. But then a gruff, irritated voice spoke, telling him to move aside - and a man carrying two brightly colored drinks walked past him toward the Captain's desk.

So it was that Kuro met his Vice-Captain, Rukon Yao.

Were he to admit his honest opinion (which he certainly would not), Rukon-fukutaichou was not at all what he had been expecting. But to be honest again, Kuro wasn't sure what he had been expecting to begin with. The blatant use of such coarse language was a tad off-putting, and perhaps it was because they worked so closely together, but the way Rukon-fukutaichou addressed their Captain so brazenly surprised him, as if they were long-time friends rather than superior and second-in-command. The Captain himself didn't seem to mind at all.

Back home in the farming hamlet, talking to someone like that would've resulted in a full-on brawl and probably a black eye or some nasty bruises and lacerations for the trouble.

Thankfully, Ren did not hiss at the Vice-Captain as he passed. Kuro loved his feline companion to such a startling degree that he was prepared to accept any punishment in Ren's stead, even if it meant receiving a punch from someone whose strength could likely leave him comatose for a year.

Kuro blinked his single visible eye in modest bewilderment - had he just heard a 'quack'? Why was there a duck waddling its way down the corridor as if following the Vice-Captain? And the man had the gall to inquire about Ren's presence when he had a pet of his own? The raven-haired shinigami released a quiet sigh through his nose as he took a place near the wall beside the door. He retrieved his glasses from an inner pocket of his shihakushou and slipped them on, deciding it was best to approach this situation with improved visual clarity.

Silver and sanguine eyes, shaded like gemstones, rose to meet the hazardous yellow eyes of his Vice-Captain. Coarse as the man was, he still deserved respect befitting the station he held. Kuro closed his eyes and offered only the slightest inclination of his head in meaningful apology.

"I'm sorry to have blocked your path, Rukon-fukutaichou," he said, his voice more calm and clear than it had been just a moment before when he'd spoken to the Captain. "Please forgive my ineptitude."

'Although, one must wonder if sipping strawberry lemonade technically qualifies as work...' Kuro kept that thought to himself, while listening to the two men at the desk slurping their drinks as if they didn't have a care in the world. Sarcasm and an attitude were two reasons why he had as many scars as he did today.

Turning his attention to Shiruga-taichou, the unseated shinigami eyed him a tad wearily at first - it was odd that someone showed so much interest in Ren. Was their Captain an animal lover? If he allowed a pleasant duck to wander freely about their division grounds, would he graciously allow Ren to remain with Kuro? Regardless of the outcome, he supposed he couldn't outright refuse a direct order.

"Ah... Right. My name is Kazana Kuro, Taichou. And this..." he booped Ren on his bright pink nose - to which the cat promptly nibbled on his human's finger with his small fangs. "This is my friend, Ren. Not sure what breed of cat he is, but I've had him since he was a tiny kitten."

Shiruga-taichou seemed a kind person. Kuro decided that he would trust him, both with his own life and with that of Ren's. After a moment, he shuffled Ren off of his shoulder, holding him in his arms, and approached the Captain's desk, carefully setting Ren down on the wooden surface so as not to knock over the bottles of lemonade and send them spilling everywhere. He'd already made an unsatisfactory first impression on both of his superiors, so he was absolutely intent on not causing them further trouble.

For his part, Ren basked in the Captain's doting attention. He purred and rubbed himself against Juzen's hands, arching his back and waving his tail lazily in the air. He wasn't a particularly large cat, more or less average-sized, with fluffy white fur dotted with black patches, a long black tail, and blue-gray winter-sky colored eyes that hadn't changed at all since he'd been a kitten.

Kuro stood at attention beside the desk, his hands folded behind his back as he patiently observed and waited. Despite becoming lost and wandering into the Captain's office unintentionally, garnering the ire of his Vice-Captain, and sensing an undercurrent of impending chaos stirring somewhere underneath the surface of this impromptu meeting, he was gradually beginning to feel more at ease, the tension in his shoulders loosening a bit. He lifted a hand, pulling his bangs over his claret eye before returning it behind his back.

"So..." he began, glancing at Rukon-fukutaichou with a pleasantly neutral, mildly curious expression. "If there's a duck here, does that mean that there's a pond that it can swim in somewhere inside the division?"
 
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