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Red Thunder

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#21
the Red Gate - Rukongai​

The sky was clear tonight, a dark blanket above a weary ghetto. The Moon was well on its way to new, the last sliver of white shining like the smile of some unseen giant. Ruko, Ukataka, and Sima, Sixth Seat, Seventh Seat, and Ninth Seat respectively of the Second Division, all gave hushed Yes ma’am!s and rushed off to do as ordered. Rin lingered, looking maybe less concerned about following suit than she was in continuing the thread of conversation.

“I mean it, Hinata!” She pouted, her bottom lip shoved forward and her arms crossed. Not ignorant enough to raise raise her voice, she nevertheless was not shy in voicing her thoughts. “All Second Division does is work! ‘Marching with Patrol on this day!’ ‘Shuffling through the jail on that day!’ There’s never down time!”

She paused in apparent thought, finger absentmindedly touching her chin.

“The last Captain was more relaxed. Yoruichi is too strict. I mean, exercise in our days off? Really?”

Some streets down came the sound of breaking glass, followed by some straining yelling and the sound of retreating footfalls. This was after all the Rukongai, where criminals of every flavor felt free to do as they wished.

The thief fled down a darkened alley, a side of cured beef in his hands, trying to stay in the shadows that the overhanging eaves provided. Sweat gathered beneath thin black bangs, and he looked back, checking for pursuit and completely unaware of the Shinigami Himura perched on the roof above him.

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#22
"Yes sir, Lieutenant Hisagi." Setsuko nodded her head, her face hiding the surprise and relief she felt upon being selected to head to the Rukongai. As concerned as she was about he Captain, she was just as concerned about the Rukon itself. She was quick to stand and leave the room, only looking back to call to The Lieutenant and the rest of the seats. "Good luck." The moment she stepped outside of the room she disappeared from sight, moving quickly with her Hohō.

She raced to the Rukongai as fast as she could without expending too much energy. She would be no use to Captain Legawa or anyone if she were to arrive on the scene late, out of breath or god forbid both. She couldn't help but feel a slight bit worried though. Hisagi had wanted to send Taibin, the third seat but settled for the fourth, not to mention that Captain Legawa was already on the scene with who knows how many other Shinigami. Whatever Hollows had breached the Soul Society were either great in number or great in strength. And either one was troublesome. For now, she headed to wherever the spiritual pressure was strongest in the Rukongai. That would be a good place to find Captain Legawa.

It did not take her long to arrive in the Rukongai. She stopped near the first Shinigami she could see, taking a brief knee to show respect. "Fourth seat of the ninth division, Hayashi Setsuko." She introduced herself before standing. She was pleased to see that it was Surehn Hinata, the fifth seat of the second division that she had come across. She didn't know her well, but she knew that she was competent, at least. "I'm here to help defend the Rukongai."

She intended to ask about the location of other Shinigami, including her captain, but she was cut off by the sounds of breaking glass and running. A burglary, at this time? She almost cracked a small grin, what else would she expect to happen here?​
 

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#23
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Mai Himura
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The silence ended with the sound of shattering glass. Just beneath the soul reaper a scoundrel ran off, cured meat in hands and anxiety written on his face. It was clear that he had gained the meat through unlawful means. Was it hunger that drove this man, or was it longing? Either way, Mai made her move, taking a leap before landing on top of the thief.

“Midnight snack, aye?” Glad for some excitement Mai pinned the man down, knee in his lower back and an arm over the back of his neck. Her remaining limbs pressed on his arms, locking him into place. The meat rolled over the ground, spoiled and dusted now. A shame, for she did enjoy her meats.

“Were you hungry, or did you miss the taste?” Mai questioned the man, her tone casual and teasing, yet urgent. “Had you been polite about it I would have invited you for a drink, alas,” the soul reaper continued with a sigh.

This was outside of her usual duties and she was only told not to engage when hollows were involved. Nothing was said of thieves and fellow deadmen and she had no clue if any seventh division members were near. Thus Mai allowed herself to indulge.

 

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#24
Sumiko Sado


The change in Sumiko’s demeanor in the wake of Ukitake’s entrance was laughably noticeable. Her posture straightened of its own accord, the sarcastic smile fading from her lips as well as any other barbs she’d had reserved for Jiung See. She immediately leapt from the desk and came to stood rigidly before the captain, her eyes respectfully leveled downwards. If the lieutenant noticed the shift in behavior, he made no comment on it as he shuffled past her. A good thing, too. If he had turned and caught the dreamy look on her face, Sumiko would have surely poked his eyes out. Her eyes met tentatively with the captain’s, and she struggled to keep her expression neutral.

When was the last time the captain had spoken with her alone? Far too long ago, she thought giddily, reveling in the fact that she had the captain all to herself--at least in that moment. As Ukitake quietly spoke to her, he passed to her a map, vibrantly colored with paint in various spots. His hand brushed against hers in the exchange, and the silly girl felt her face grow warm.

“I’ve intelligence that Steel Horn, a Hollow that we’ve been hunting for some time, will appear in the World of the Living very soon, in the human city of Edo.”

A special assignment, he’d said. Just for her. Her eyes swept over the sea of yellow and red markings on the brown parchment, before drifting up to meet Ukitake’s level gaze. Steel Horn was an abnormally strong Hollow that had been terrorizing Edo for some time now. 8th seat Eiji had fallen prey to it just shy of a year ago, immediately making Steel Horn’s execution a top priority. Its elusive nature made it difficult to track, much less fight. Sumiko remembered being briefed about it some time ago; why the captain had decided to give out this task now puzzled her. And to give it to her specifically? Her cheeks colored prettily at the untold trust in her. Any other time she would be loathe to go to the World of the Living, but at his behest? Please. She could not disappoint him, not now. Not when he’d entrusted her with something so important. Sumiko pressed her hand to her chest in a dramatic fashion.

“Yes...yes, Captain,” She answered breathily. “I’ll get to it right away.”

Bowing slightly, the young woman excused herself, attempting to exit the room with as much grace as she could muster. Her right foot had all but touched the threshold before a sharp “Oh!” sounded from behind her. She could not turn back fast enough.

“What is it, Captain?” Her heart beat frantically in her chest. Had she forgotten something? Had he changed his mind about the assignment? Or worse--was he giving her an additional assignment?

Oblivious to her internal chagrin, Ukitake beckoned her closer with his hand. A small, disarming smile hung on his face. “One more thing, Sumiko…”

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The needle dove down through the black fabric, threading through a white string on the border of her sashiko square. Her hands worked and pulled with the practiced flair of someone experienced, fingers tugging taut the soft material. Typically, her work was impeccable, but today disorderly thoughts threatened to ruin her work. Sumiko even managed to prick herself at some point. Cursing, she set her needlework down momentarily next to her on the steps of Squad 13’s barracks, alongside the brown outer sheath of her sword. Her forehead creased as she frowned.

When her captain had mentioned that she would have be partnered up with the 5th seat from Squad 11, Sumiko couldn’t help but feel slighted. She had nothing personal against Sydney; to be honest, she hardly knew the woman. But the idea of having someone from another squad come along to help offended her immensely. It implied that she lacked the power to do the job herself. To say she was lazy was one thing, but incompetent? Unforgivable. She scoffed at the very notion.

Not to say that it wouldn’t be nice having someone watch her back for once. Humming tunelessly to herself, Sumiko plucked up her needlework and began to stitch the second petal of her flower. By the time Sydney arrived, she would be done with the square. Maybe she would even stitch something for her, if the older woman was nice enough.

 
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