Northeast Seireitei

[Cinder]

Kaisei watched with short-lived disappointment as the one and only thing of interest was reduced to french toast before his very eyes. With left hand lazily resting atop the pummel of his sheathed Zanpakuto, and the other covering a deep yawn, did he continue to watch unamused as Shin’eki brought forth his juvenile Bankai to deal with an insect; it was like pouring an entire container of pesticide onto a single insect where one light stomp would do.

So as a recap, Kaisei had woken, gotten out of bed, made it out of the Fifth, cut down a bunch of moronic Shinigami rebels on the way to Shin’eki, and found that the entire effort had been for naught.

For that reason, when his Fourth Seat was finally done flaunting, and the dust-cloud dissipated, the two locked eyes. Kaisei looked down at the suspect’s charred, and absolutely dead, corpse, then back at Shin’eki; he shook his head disappointedly, the often uncaring smirk replaced with a deep frown. In the end though, he couldn’t be bothered with any of it, including Shin’eki, so he didn’t say a single thing and simply pivoted on his heel in an about face, and started on his lazy trek to his family’s Estate in Central Seireitei.

After serving under Kaisei all these years, Shin’eki would know that his superior’s silence spoke for itself; meaning: I can’t with you, so shut the fuck up and follow.
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Traveling to Tsunayashiro Estate in Central Seireitei from Northeast Seireitei​

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[Kuvello]

As his eyes looked with Kaisei-senpai’s, a wave of embarrassment would flood over him. His body becoming hot, his face undoubtedly grew into a deep flush, it was almost as if his superior had caught him with his pants down. Not only because of the death of the witness, Shin’eki had otherwise been encumbered with, but also with his reveal and exposure of his otherwise never before seen Bankai. A secret he’d have kept since his recent arrival from the wastes of Hueco Mundo. As Shin’eki went to try to speak, the opening of his mouth would be met with the look that was shifted toward Shin’eki as Vice-Captain Tsunayashiro looked up from the charred sandbag that was once considered a Rukongai citizen.

Kaisei’s signature “Go To Hell” look spoke volumes to Shin’eki, a novel of which he’d have hoped to never recant. Though, despite all of this, Shin’eki would follow suit behind his lime-haired superior, his head held down, much like that of a child who had just been reprimanded. The red-haired shinigami would clench his zanpakuto within his hands, before tucking it, saya and all, back into his obi. Now with Kaisei taking the helm, the pressure upon Shin’eki’s shoulders would lessen, at least to some degree.

One thing still clawed at the back of his mind however, where was Hashimoto-taichou, and exactly what role was he playing in this whole thing, treasonous sure, but for what, and why? Softly beginning to speak up, as the two rounded the next corner, unseated members of fifth and brushing past them, headed in the opposite direction.

”So, uh we’re still on the same side right, Lieutenant-Tsunashiro? What’s become of the Captain, do you know what was terrorizing the people of Rukongai this morning?”

Before he knew it, the dam of questions flooded from Shin’eki’s mouth. A slight sense of panic now settled in, after now having the potential for any length of ease in the tension of the situation that loomed over the entirety of Seireitei. Despite his desire for knowledge, deep in his gut, Shin’eki knew Kaisei would probably retain information from him; Such was the extent of their relationship, at least in some capacity. Such was the practice of nobility, and now with Kaisei having seen Shin’eki’s Bankai, in its initial state no less, such knowledge could be used as blackmail or leverage in the face of Hashimoto-taichou, if he even were to return to his post.

So much has changed since this morning. Should Shin’eki even regard the treacherous Hashimoto as captain still, or had his rebellion quelled any significance of his character, and position he once held? Also, just where was Kaisei leading them? Too many questions bubbled at the surface of Shin’s psyche. Perhaps he should place more faith in Kaisei, or was that just wishful thinking on his part?

Surely Kaisei would realize the severity of the situation, that not only lay out before the both of them, but for the entirety of the Gotei Thirteen as a whole. 5th Division, of which Hashimoto himself ran, would surely be under the most scrutiny than any of the others.

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