古川一恵

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i.  hurt– nine inch nails  //  ii. fury oh fury– nico vega  //  iii. killer queen– queen  //  iv. wild creatures– neko case  //  v. yellow flicker beat– lorde  //  vi. ain’t it fun– paramore  //  vii. eye of the tiger– survivor  //  viii. i won’t back down– tom petty  //  ix. glory and gore– lorde   //  x. apoidea– roman remains

But he was unable to be patient, and the urge to find out more was shaking him down to his very core. He had to know more. So here he was at the sixth division headquarters.

Honey gold eyes glanced over at the source of the voice. This was… ah, the third seat of the rokubantai. She did not interest him in the slightest, but perhaps her knowledge would be useful. Grinning from ear to ear and attempting to give her his most sincere smile, he turned to her.

Kazue deliberately stepped in front of the door leading to the rooms of her injured officers, curling her hand around the door frame to use a guide. Though the hollow had eventually been taken down, almost every member of the squad had been injured in one way or another, including the seated officer that led the team - thus their current location in the Fourth. 

She had to restrain herself from grimacing as he said her name - honorific and all - in that oily tone. It required effort to keep her voice flat and her face completely blank. “I was not part of the team that responded to the alert, Kurotsuchi-taichō. All I know comes from the preliminary report given to me by the leader of the team before their admission to the Fourth. I have already arranged for more patrols to be sent to the town in case there are other hollows of the same kind in the surrounding area. As I said before, you will be alerted along with the other captains once we have a full report. Until then, please be patient.”

“We can place those who show promise for future seated positions under Shirogane for now.” The young woman had served in his division since her graduation, alongside her father before his retirement. She had the patience necessary to guide them, but the severity to push their limits. “In time she will let us know who is suited to advance.” 

If Kazue had been anyone else, she might have rolled her eyes at that question; as it was, she simply sighed. “It would be decent if they could remember that this is not the Academy. They are too competitive, all vying for a nonexistent top spot.” 

She questioned the structure of the Academy, at times. The ranking of the classes and heavy pressure to compete for higher rankings might provide students with an incentive to improve, but it also tended to get in the way of teamwork - and in the Gotei, that could mean death. If shinigami spent all their time arguing over who got to deal the finishing blow to the hollow instead of focusing on the actual fight, they might very well end up paying for that mistake with their lives. 

Oh, she just couldn’t help herself. 

To finally be able to come and visit Seireitei ( even after everything’s been destroyed ) was something the royal guard anxiously looked towards. But of course, there job was to make their grand entrance among soul society’s beloved captains and to obtain those required to come. The way Kirio does it is just slightly different. She will play by her own rules, but at the same time, she won’t break the soul king’s direct commands. And with the key to the palace embedded in her bones, she can come and go as she pleases. It was ideal to come and go with the rest of them, but oh, she just couldn’t help herself. 

As she roamed the familiar roads of Seireitei, she noticed a figure seated among the rubble of what was once part of the sixth division barracks. She walked towards her and sat down right beside the other, who seemed to be too immersed within her own thoughts to notice. 

Eventually, she finishes handing out what orders she can, and walks out of the room she’s co-opted from the first division. Without her concious decision, Kazue’s feet begin to walk towards the rubble of the sixth division. She sinks to her knees in what remains of the courtyard that Lieutenant Abarai and Captain Kuchiki sparred in not too long ago. 

Kazue has not cried in a long time, perhaps not since Minoru’s death, but right now she’s sorely tempted to. 

She almost misses the approach of a vaguely familiar reiatsu signature. Almost, but not quite. It’s massive, perhaps even above captain-level, and while Kazue has sure she’s felt it before, she cannot quite place it. But she can guess.