The Living Contradiction [O]

[Gigantor!]

A long drawn out yawn escaped from my mouth. I couldn't help it I was tired as hell. It seemed like all these 11th division bastards wanted to do was fight. All of them seemed to have something to prove. I had finally escaped them though. A few quick moves and I was wandering alone once more. Now all I had to do was find a nice cozy spot to take a nice long nap. Of course that was proving a bit more difficult than I had anticipated. I wandered through the streets of Seireitei looking for something remotely comfortable to lay on. There was nothing at all. I was going to have to settle for a shaded area that was out of site. I was not in the mood for any rude awakenings.

Finally! I had found a shaded area with a large assortment of boxes and containers of whatever they had placed inside. It would have to due regardless of the fact there wasn't a soft place to sit in sight. I walked over to the box that seemed to be out of sight from others. I climbed up and took a seat laying back with my back against the wall. I removed my Zanpakutou and placed the handle over my shoulder keeping one hand on the sheathe at all times. Just in case some asshole from my division came I wasn't about to be left in a situation where I couldn't quickly get to my blade. As he sat drifting off slowly to a nice nap, he began to ponder things as he always did.

The Unzari curse, I liked to call it. It was the only thing that kept me from sleeping. I would randomly think of something that was interesting witch would keep me awake. It was that or I would think of a shameful time in my past, so that my regret would keep me up wondering what could have been. It was a curse that i wouldn't ever wish on anyone, not even my worst of enemies. My finger traced the pattern of jade dragon on my sheathe. That always seemed to calm my mind, as if my Zanpakutou was trying to say go ahead and sleep your troubles away. I knew this wasn't true but it was therapeutic regardless. But now it wasn't working.

My mind was racing all over the place about how I might be a failure. I was thinking about how I lack the desire to fight until I am drawn into one. Then, and only then, do I feel my love of battle arise in the very core of my being. Why was it I needed to be forced into situations that I enjoyed. That is besides situations like relaxing, sleeping, and people watching in the real world. Those activities would never have to be forced on me. As my aggravation grew from my inability to sleep all I could do was let out a half sigh half shout to express my frustration.

"Damn!"

[Kokaku//Goliath]

Not far away in the box-filled area, there stood another shinigami. This one was not from the I-WANT-TO-FIGHT-YOU!!!! 11th division though, this one is a kido freak from the 8th division. Mind you, not the devoured-by-kido 5th division, he's from 8th division. On his way here, he met several 11th division guy. Well, this place was very close to the 11th division base anyway. Anyway, he was able to take care of them with some kido of his own. Let's just say that it's not that 11th division was weak, there's just some minion on the battleground today, which was some easy-picking for Kokaku's kido.

Finally, Kokaku arrived at a shaded zone, now this was more like it. It would be a wonderful training place for him. He didn't go to the training ground because it was surprisingly crowded today and his 14th seat officer was searching for him for another mission on Earth, which he was getting sick of. He escaped the 8th division ground, ignored and even chased the Hell Butterfly messenger away and now he was there, around the area of 11th division.

It was just fate or some dumb luck he ended up here, he didn't actually think of where to go, he just ran and ran and ran and hello, welcome to 11th division. It wasn't a problem though, maybe he would be the first one training kido nearby the kido-restricted division, quite teasing it was.

He raised his left hand, aimed at the boxes in front of him, "Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance,"in front of Kokaku's left palm, a ball of blue energy illuminated throughout the air, lightening the dark area up with blue light, "upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws! Hado no Sanjuusan: Sōkatsui!" the blue energy roared through the air and hit the boxes precisely on the spot. The boxes went cracked, "Damn!" at the same time the voice was made, broken pieces of boxes were flying their way to the guy's right side, some probably hit him around his body.

Kokaku was quite surprised to find another shinigami here, and his "Damn" sure sounded like Kokaku actually hit him. "Oh sorry about that, I don't know anyone's around. You ok?" Kokaku closed in to check on the dude.

[Gigantor!]

My frustrated shout would soon be muffled by the crackling of the box next to me. The first thought that ran into my mind as I watched the box in slow motion was, did I make the box mad? Then I realized boxes do not get angry as it slowly shattered before my eyes. Luckily I closed my eyes in time for splinters not to pierce them. I raised my right arm to shield my face as pieces of wood bounced painfully of my arm and side. Lucky for me I had no sleeve over my right arm so I could have some of the pieces of wood pierce my forearm, bicep, and shoulder. As I leaned to the left a little to far, I found myself falling from the box I was so happily sitting on. I fell hard on the back of my neck and quickly reacted after the initial shock was over.

Unsheathing my blade I quickly looked around to find another shinigami looking at me. Not one to rush in with out a plan, I began to think but was interrupted as the shinigami began to speak. "Oh sorry about that, I don't know anyone's around. You ok?" A sigh escaped from my lips. I stood up sheathing my sword placing it back into the loops that held it horizontally off my lower back. Before responding I quickly pulled the few splinters stuck in my arm out and tossed them aside. This would come as a shock to most people but I wasn't bothered now that I knew it was just a misunderstanding.

"Yeah, yeah. It's no problem. I probably shouldn't have been so far out of view anyways."

My expression only showed a grumpy attitude and sleepy. In all reality, I was relieved to see that this wasn't another challenge from a member of the 11th division. I took a few steps closer placing my hands behind my head and looking around to make sure there wasn't anyone else around. I was getting a bit more careful with where I go now. I quickly made an assessment of my company. He was a very pale guy it seemed, I thought he could use more sun. Overall though he didn't seem like a guy who would attack him on purpose without just cause. The whole situation was then shrugged off, as it always was.

"Oh yeah, introductions right. I am Unzari, Yoshinori of the 11th division. You can just call me Yoshinori or Yoshi or... Yo. I don't care really."

I scratched my nose and secretly hoped he didn't decide to call me Yo. That was in no way serious but in hindsight there was nothing I could do about it now. Oh well just one more thing he would have to shrug off. I supposed I should do something about the couple of wounds I had in my arm. They weren't serious but I might as well put some ointment on them. Once I applied the ointment the bleeding stopped and I looked up into the oddly purple eyes that the man possessed and waited for a reply.

[Kokaku//Goliath]

Oh shit. That was the screaming inside Kokaku's mind when he saw the guy dropped down real hard from where he was sitting there. Even though the height wasn't Mount Everest, it sure hurts to fall down head or neck first toward the ground. Kokaku couldn't really see it because the boxes were blocking his view but from how the shinigami fell down, the probability of dropping either head or neck first was high.

Kokaku went closer to check on the guy and this unexpectedly tough guy was doing fine. He was probably a seasoned fighter according to Kokaku's judgment. He didn't let out any horrible sound when he unplugged those little woods painfully away from his skin. That hurts a lot. And this guy made it like it was just ant's bite. Come to think of it...this guy was probably someone from the 11th division. Seasoned war bastards, fight like some freaks when it comes to melee. thought the 8th division shinigami. That would explain why those splinters were harmless to him.

This guy was weird...he has an ever-unchanging face, which contained no emotion for the entire...twenty to fifty seconds of their encounter. Maybe he was the ice cool type, though his look was far away from your everyday's cool type though. And the introduction proved Kokaku's prediction correct, this guy was from the 11th division. Despite Kokaku's physical size was bigger than Yoshinori, he knew he couldn't win in a melee fight. Yoshinori is a small but capable melee fighter; Kokaku is a big yet kido fighter. Wow, they both seemed like Yin and Yang in a sense.

Luckily, Kokaku wasn't some hip-hop guy. Otherwise, that guy would end up being in every hip-hop song Kokaku created, "Yo yo yo", ordinary and popular hip-hop phrase. Kokaku put on a smile on his face as he replied. "The name's Kokaku Nishimura, 19th seat officer of 8th division. Call me Kokaku, no alternative calling I guess, well, I am not Coca-Cola by the way if you ever been to Earth and ever drink that." When Kokaku finished his short introduction, the guy was done with his ointment coating.

"So, what makes you sitting on your own instead of joining your division in the melee rampage that seems to happen everyday around here?" Kokaku asked.

[Gigantor!]

I started to clean my ear with my pinky as he began to speak. I flicked the contents of my finger off to the side. Kokaku... It did sound like Coca-Cola. That was a drink I hadn't had in a long time. I hadn't been to the human world in so long it was almost upsetting. I liked to go there at least every once in a while to people watch. I had to quickly regain my composure as I was drifting into my own mind as I daydreamed about going to the human world once more. This guy was seated but I wasn't sure if I had to take orders from the guy. Lucky for me he wasn't barking any at me. He asked what I was doing away from my division and why I wasn't involved with the rampage. I let out a small laugh, keeping the grumpy face.

"I'm sick of their constant fighting. Don't get me wrong, I would have transfered to a different division if i hated fighting. I guess I just need to be more 'In the mood' to fight. I'm out here to take a nap, I'm so damn tired from the constant training and fighting."

All the eleventh was was a group of guys who lived to fight. But my company was from the eighth division. Being in the eleventh, we never talked about the other divisions. Most of my division looked down on the others as users of kido and weaklings for doing so. I sighed as I tried to remember what the academy said the eighth was all about. As I pondered I thought I remembered something about it concerning internal affairs? I supposed that I could just ask the guy if it really was that important. As for now I had a question of my own to ask this purple eyed guy...not about his eyes though.

"By the way, not that i care but what brings you out here firing off kido like it's going out of style."

I stepped back a few paces and sat down. I was still to tired to wanna stand up and have a conversation. I scratched the back of my head waiting for a reply. I hoped that he didn't think that because I was from the 11th I would challenge him over this. I really wasn't in the mood for a fight yet. as I waited I wondered more about the eighth division. Did they fight often, what were they in charge of, what do they fight like. I yawned loudly and leaned to the side putting my weight on my elbow laying on my side. My curiosity was now beginning to slowly stir as I pondered what my new friend is all about. Wait friend? We weren't friends yet. This guy could turn out hating my attitude. Oh well, in the end I could care less.

[Beltran]

"Why the hell do I have to look over squad 11's area." Kirema grumpily muttered to himself as he fiddled with the charm that dangled from the hilt of his zanpakutou, flipping it between his fingers idly as he focused on the events unraveling around him. It was a kind of zen that he got while paroling that was rivaled by none, trumped only by combat. Fighting the strange Shinigami in Hueco Mudo ranked up with the most strenuous battles of his life, even if the 13th division Soul Reaper seemingly only toyed with him, instead of truly fighting him. His zen state was interrupted by the realization of where exactly he was.

"Shit... I'm in Squad 11's quarters... Better keep my Guard u..." Suddenly, his ears picked up on a peculiar chant nearby. "slightly the wrath of your claws! Hado no Sanjuusan: Sōkatsui!" His thoughts were completely shattered as his feet carried him to the source of the chant, followed by a blast that was undoubtedly caused by the blue fireball crashing into something. Turning a corner, he saw the perpetrator. The same Shinigami he had met in the Human world not very long ago!

Kirema sighed, he wasn't a squad 11 member he assumed he'd find nearby... but the chant of Kido rarely came from anywhere near squad 11. "Kido? So close to the 11th division's base? Are you insane Kokaku?!" Kirema shouted, a vein jetting out from under his tattoo. Suddenly he noticed the other as he walked closer to the Shinigami he had previously met. "I hope there are no problems? I hate patrolling these areas sometimes... squad 11... just plain scares me sometimes." as he mentioned squad 11, his voice became rather low in an attempt to keep quiet from any squad 11 members who may have heard him.

[Kokaku//Goliath]

Kokaku found the answer to be unexpected and a little surprising. Let's just say that there's every type of people everywhere and 11th division was not an exception. Then, a little laughter yet his face stayed at the emotion-less look. Goddamn, this guy sure was fucking cool. Now that even his reply was quite amusing to Kokaku.

"Oh, not in the mood, huh? Well, I think I understand since sometime I am not in the mood for many things too. And resting from training is always important as well for me, but I seriously don't think I can find many 11th division members that are willing to take some rest. They just seems like indefatigable berserkers to me. However, I really admire their stamina and desire to fight." Kokaku replied while looking around to make sure there's no 11th division fighter to be found. Luckily, those 11th division fighters aren't stealthy at all. You can say that they choose not to stealth because they want to fight you face-to-face and defeat you in the fairest situation instead of doing what the 2nd division is always doing. That cut the chance of being ambush by around 50%.

At this time, the ponytail shinigami asked another question and sat down on a box not far away. "Hmm...first, I am escaping my 14th seat officer, that's the primary reason I guess. That asshole sends me to Earth almost everyday and that keeps me wonder whether I am on Internal Affair or Earth Affair which should be the job of another division. Second,..." Kokaku hanged for awhile there as he looked at his acquaintance yawned out loud and went into a relaxing position. Goddamn, how relaxing is this guy for a 11th division member... thought Kokaku, "Sorry about the sudden stop. Second reason is that the training ground is just too crowded for kido. I don't want to give additional job to the 4th division so I decided to wander around and look for a spot to train. Ending up I am meeting you now."

Seeing the black hair shinigami was already sitting, Kokaku looked for a suitable seating place and sat down on a box too. There, he heard someone calling him from behind. Now that it seemed that guy was more insane than Kokaku with his attention-whored scream, 11th division guys might track the sound off, especially when they heard someone NOT from 11th division is around. They wouldn't want to miss a fight with a non-11th division guy because it's rare to happen since no one likes to wander around their base. The white-haired shinigami turned around and saw that it was the guy he met not long ago at Earth. "Oh hello there Kirema-san."

The shinigami with tattoo closed his distance in, "Well, there's no problem for now, no one can talk what will happen in the next five minutes. So, duty brings you here, eh? How about you just sit down and relax for a while?" Why force someone that hate the job to continue? Let him sit down and have fun.

[Gigantor!]

It seemed like Kokaku did a lot of work. Having to go back and forth from the human world would be a pain after a while. I didn't envy him, that kind of work was way to bothersome. It made me think that maybe the 11th division wasn't that bad. I am usually fast enough to elude most of them and when we do fight I can usually end it pretty quickly. He stopped talking for a moment after I had yawned. I hoped he didn't think that that was rude or something. I was so tired it was unbelievable. He continued on to tell me that he was just looking for a different spot to train in. It seemed most kido training areas were crowded. Another reason why I was glad I didn't learn to much kido abilities. Crowded places weren't for me. Large groups bother me anyways.

"Hm...Seems like eighth division work is pretty troublesome. Well it seems me and you are in the same boat. Both trying to get a break form large crowds, and division work."

Kokaku had now taken a seat as well. I wondered more about my company. I wanted to ask him about himself and his division. But at least I had figured out that it was internal affairs the eight division dealt with. Just as I was about to ask more questions, it seemed that someone had heard our previous encounter and was charging this way. I watched as a new shinigami arrived and began to scold Kokaku. It was true, using kido in this area was a risk but hey, what are you gonna do? Now my curiosity began to rise once again. who was this newest arrival? I was slowly beginning to become frustrated now realizing that with that loud entrance it probably wouldn't be long before more from my division arrived.

Kirema? That was the name of the newly entered shinigami. Apparently he was patrolling the area, which lead me to believe he must be from the sixth division. But who knows, I was usually wrong about these things. He stated hating patrolling the 11th division area. I could hardly blame him. With the activity of his division, it is a bothersome place. Kokaku appeared to know this Kirema. Kokaku would make a good point about the next five minutes. It would be interesting if something didn't happen. Oh well, I supposed that I couldn't avoid my fellow division members for too long. Kokaku offered Kirema a place to sit as well.

I was unsure whether or not to say anything at all. Should I introduce myself, or just wait it out until someone brought attention to me. I would stay in my same laying position pondering what to do. I finally made the decision to just wait. These two were friends, and if they talked for long enough, there was a possibility, if it was a boring conversation, that they could talk me to sleep. Nothing like an uninteresting conversation to put me out. But these too both seemed to be interesting so I doubted that would happen. I would wait and watch hoping that things wouldn't get too nasty too soon. I had a bad feeling that there would be more soon...

But then again I'm usually wrong...

[Beltran]

"Most of Squad 11's members are brutes... so I have to patrol this area in order to make sure they're not, you know. Destroying everything or trying to fight someone against their will." Kirema stated, He disliked the fact that his captain sent him to this area so often, he didn't enjoy dealing with members of the eleventh division in any way, shape or form. "When I'm Captain of the 6th division... I'll be sure to keep this area free of those battle driven freaks. When they're fighting consenting battles, I don't care. When they force people to fight them, it fries me. Matter in fact, I had to keep a Squad 11 Shinigami from picking on a 4th division medic just last week." Kirema stated, looking at the other Shinigami again.

"You, what's your name and division?" He would state with a cocked eyebrow out of sheer curiosity, using his authority to exacerbate his seemingly commanding appearance while keeping a strong, two footed stance, his arms now folded across his broad chest. Suddenly, it seemed like all the sounds around the trio of Shinigami seemingly were blocked out as he heard the deafening sound of laughter within his head again. It was his Zanpakutou, once again annoying the living hell out of him. "Damn it! Shut the hell up!" He shouted, slapping the hilt of his Soul Slayer in a vain attempt to shut her up. "M__K_ _E" she brokenly stated in a mocking, booming tone within his head.

Wait... did he just think of his Zanpakutou as a 'she'? Oddly enough, this was the first time ever he had ever thought of his blade as a person rather than a tool of Salvation to lost souls. Looking back up to the Shinigami before him he simply stated "My... Zanpakutou won't shut up." he stated, holding back a bit at the fact that he thought it would make him seem like he was going utterly insane.

[Gigantor!]

I sat and listened as the new guy went on about how he didn't like members of the eleventh division. Luckily he claimed that only MOST of the division were brutes. I would have been very upset to be lumped with the thick headed members of my division. A second later he started to go on about his goal when he become captain of the sixth. Everyone always has some giant aspiration it seemed. All i wanted was to be strong enough that people won't ask me to do things. I can do what I want. I was beginning to learn that it was the opposite but for now I was able to ignore that fact. All his talk about being a captain got me thinking what it would be like to be captain of the eleventh. That's when it hit me. He is so strong people don't want to fight him, and never ask him to do anything. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by the new shinigami. He asked my name and division with this I'm in charge answer me look.

"Unzari, Yoshinori. Unseated brute of the 11th division."

I answered in a sort of mocking tone when it came to the 'brute' part. It was my own terrible sense of humor that never made me any friends anywhere. I guess I had a problem, always thinking that things that bugged one person was hilarious if you picked at them about it. My elbow was starting to get sore so I slowly propped myself up to a seated position with legs crossed. I then began to think maybe I should say something just in case he was offended by the rude way I said things. Still with these thoughts in my head, I still had the same look on my face. I really had to work on that. Before I could open my mouth to say anything, he was already shouting at me. Well, at least I thought it was at me. Apparently his zanpakutou was a bit noisy to him. I myself could not hear it.

I refrained from saying anything but began to lose myself in thought once more. I talked to my Zanpakutou almost everyday but it never talked back. I wondered why that was. Maybe it didn't like me or my attitude. Or maybe it was like me and didn't want to be bothered until it was ready to talk. Either way I was a bit jealous that Kirema could hear his and I could not. Then again i didn't envy the fact that it was annoying the shit out of him. I raised my hands and put them both behind my head interlocking my fingers. Another yawn slipped out but this time much less attention grabbing. I supposed I should say something now that he had a miny freak out.

"Feel lucky yours talks to you. I think mine just sleeps all day."

[Kokaku//Goliath]

[Err...this is in free-posting order? Never knew that = =, sorry for not posting early then, was waiting for Beltran to post yesterday]

Kokaku laughed for a bit there when he heard Yoshinori said about the division work. "I personally believe that the division work for 11th division isn't much different than what they are doing now. They are just either fighting here or on a battlefield. It's just fighting after all. Guess you can say that it's more relaxing in a sense, it's work and play at the same time, and you can't demand the same thing out of my division. We need to check on every goddamn tiny gossip around Seireitei and do a lot of minor stuff as well."

Kokaku then focused on Kirema's words. This fellow hated a lot of thing with a passion. On Earth, it's just a kid hidden behind a wall and he was casting some unknown kido for Kokaku. Now, he offended the 11th division by calling them brutes. Well, it's quite sad anyway. Those members were there in the academy for like...one decade too but they graduated and went back to the barbarian form. It seemed that nothing can change them if the education can't change. Still, you can't deny the fact that Seireitei need some sort of barbarian to kill hollow.

"Well, you know what? You are fine with just keeping the 11th division member away from the medic. My division has the real shit, the medic made a complaint and I am part of the team, to negotiate or you could say, persuade the 11th division member to not messing around. Came out the 11th division guy love the girl but don't know how to propose, ended up asking my mate for dating tips. So basically, internal affair is chaotic." Kokaku said after Kirema finished his talk.

And the sudden STFU by Kirema sure shocked Kokaku up. Did he just call me to shut the fuck up? Kokaku thought that for a while, until Kirema explained that it was just his zanpakutou. Zanpakutou, speaking of that, Kokaku's zanpakutou never talk to him, not once at all. No dream or other message as well, no angel coming from the sky when he slept and other fantasy shit. None of them. Nothing.

Then, Yoshinori came out with another short talk that made Kokaku chuckled again. "Well, my zanpakutou apparently don't give a shit about me as well. And I just sometime think that I am still very far away from shikai I guess." Kokaku said as he slightly adjusted his seat. He leaned his back on the boxes behind him for a more comfortable position.

[Gigantor!]

OOC- My bad, Posting order will go like this now.

Next post - Beltran
Than me
Than Kokaku

EDIT-I cant even get my posting order right today lol. Gotta get my shit together XD

[Beltran]

Kirema, immediately noticed the reaction the 11th division member had to his way with words. "Well... Unzari Yoshinori. Look back at your division and tell me. Do my words speak tones of them? Are their actions always dependent of their urge to seek battle? I'm not necessarily saying that everyone in Division Eleven is a brute, simply that a majority of them are." Kirema spoke with a tone, which seemed to match his stance, arms crossed and leaning his right foot against a nearby wall. His Shinigami uniform absent of imperfections such as stains, rips or snags as per usual he seemed to embody the perfect Shinigami with the exception of his wicked face, unkempt spike raven hair and not the mention the rather large tattoo over the side of his face.

Giving a smirk, his lip curled in a disturbing matter for such a Shinigami as he let out a chuckle at Kokaku's statement of paperwork and other issues with the previous incident. "That's exactly why I avoided eighth division I assume, my natural reluctance to do desk work and all." In response to Kokaku and Yoshinori's thoughts on their Zanpakutou's inability to speak to them on boarder line ridiculous. "Some people may have a better relationship with their sword spirits than others. There is no shame... besides... mine is quite the blabber mouth." Kirema mused.

[Gigantor!]

I listened closely to Kokaku's story about the medic and the 11th division member. In a way, it was sweet, but for an 11th division member, it was worth a hell of a hounding later. Of course I never really had any love affairs myself, so I had no right making fun of someone for an emotion I had never had the pleasure of experiencing. Kokaku would then go on to explain his zanpakutou refused to speak with his as well. I felt a little better that I wasn't the only one who this would happen too but then again who cares. I would force that damn thing to talk to me if I ever had to. I didn't assume it would ever come to that.

Kirema would then ask me about my own division. More talk of most of them being brutes. This got me thinking. I didn't remember ever speaking with one who wasn't a thick headed moron. I scratched the back of my head as he went on to reply to Kokaku's response as well. I would quickly remember to reply to Kirema as he continued on about his zanpakutou being a loud mouth. That comment amused me somewhat. I would hope my zanpakutou was a bit more relaxed.

"Don't worry Kirema...I haven't found a single member yet who is not an idiot. I just have a poor sense of humor is all."

My tired and grumpy appearance remained. I began to ponder the idea of whether or not this guy was trying to intimidate me. That truly did bug the shit out of me. Anyone trying to be all authority figure just seemed to make my skin crawl. I prefer a much more relaxed crowd. Hell I would sit and talk with a hollow if it was just willing to relax and not eat every soul it saw. But who is to say that is not a possibility. Speculation would get me no where. The attention had been focused solely on the 11th division so far. I had questions of my own. I was curious about other divisions.

"Well my division are brutes, but what about your divisions? I wonder what kind of people inhabit the 6th and the 8th? Or maybe it's a mix. I don't know..."

[Kokaku//Goliath]

Kirema continued with his dominance speak. Wow, he was such a good material for leadership position. He might do good when that day comes. Well, his words brought truth to the 11th division member regardless of his tone, 11th division was famous for that sort of stuff, you know, fighting and talk to ppl with punk or thug alike attitude.

Then, the tattoo-face turned to reply Kokaku's comment. Good for him that he avoided 8th division even though Kokaku believed paperwork exists in every division...besides maybe the division that was nearer to their position. Give them some papers and they will cut them off with their sword as a report, or maybe write words with blood. Just some wild thoughts of Kokaku.

"Hmm...eighth division. Well, we are in close contact with the first, the sixth...which is Kirema's division and the thirteenth as well, we need to give them information or receive information to solve every internal affair stuff. Basically, there's two types of fighters according to my conclusion. First, we have the Spec Ops replica. There's some nice stalkers in 8th division, maybe they failed to enter the second division, I am not sure but we need them to get information on internal affair. Like secret meetings of some bad shinigamis on some hidden places, they need to stealth in and extract information. Besides that, there's the kido freak, which is the group I am belong to I guess. Some members of my division have superb kido skill that can evenly matches the Kido Corp, which is the 5th division and...which one is the other division good in...Ah ha! 4th division. We are just as good as them. The stealthy type do the infiltration work, kido type works on capturing target and the rare melee fighter type just support whatever section of a mission. Paperwork...everyone have a part on it I guess." That was Kokaku's breakdown on his division. It was not a 100% accurate report but still it was not far from the truth.

[Beltran]

"I'm personally not one for Kido. Of course, I have a large amount of capturing type Kido. Everyone... well, just about everyone in Law Enforcement needs a way to capture targets with little force. Personally, I prefer blade to blade combat over all other types of styles." Kirema spoke, as the melody charm jingled slightly to his words, producing a chime-like tone everyone could hear. Kirema looked to the hilt for a moment, concentrating for a moment. Suddenly, the woman's booming voice came through his cranium once again. "FI_G_ _i_" she demanded brokenly, Kirema assumed he got most of the message... was it Flight Air? He had been a pilot in his past life... but Flight Air made no sense in his current position... or at all for that matter.

Ignoring almost everything that Kokaku had said, with the exception of his own name, his glazed eyes broke into a normal sheen as he snapped back to reality. His thoughts were somewhere else momentarily... it was almost as if he wasn't himself... that he was... someone else for a moment. Almost as if he were one with another entity and thinking to himself rather than only listening to a completely different entity. "I assume... my Zanpakutou seems to click with the two of you. Ever since we encountered that kid in the living world... She's been screaming at me brokenly. Honestly... she seems a little... bitchy." Kirema smirked at his comment about the one thing that made him a Zanpakutou. "Perhaps... a little sword to sword sparring will shut her up a bit. Either of you up for some? No kido, just our whits, instincts and cold soul steel."

Maybe it was something in the air around the 11th division's barracks... but he seemed to want to spar more in this area, was it his Zanpakutou influencing his decisions or his own instincts? Kirema had no clue the driving nature behind his need to fight.

[Gigantor!]

I listened to both explanations carefully. Mid way into each explanation I had lost interest. it wasn't these two's explanations that made it happen, I just can't get interested in certain things and now I have one more. I almost felt bad but then again I really had no time to care. I am one of those people I guess...if there are other people like me that is. I recapped quickly in my mind, 8th division mostly kido freaks, 6th division all had capture kido. Both made sense in a way. My ears snapped into focus as I heard a small chime. It caught my attention for some reason. It was as if I recorded the sound in my memory. I felt the need that I could possibly need to know that sound in the future. That was one of my odd traits, memorizing things that were pointless.

Kirema began to speak of his Zanpakutou again. It clicked with us? I wondered how that was, but then again I was having a weird feeling myself ever since both of them arrived. It was almost a restlessness that didn't seem to come from myself. This had brought a mood onto me that I hadn't felt in about a week, since my last good fight. Lucky for him, Kirema was now bringing up the idea of a spar. On that note I would grab my zanpakutou's handle. I leaped up with the same grumpy expression. I kept a tight hold of the handle yet keeping it a bit loose. I looked to both Kokaku and to Kirema. He knew that they were most likely much more experienced than he was, due to his laziness.

"Clicks with us huh. I don't know what kid your talking about and i don't know why your zanpakutou would click with us, but I suppose I have avoided fighting today for long enough. After all to keep up with the brutes I have to keep my skills somewhat sharp. I'm in."

I looked in Kokaku's direction giving him a look that either said, are you in for this too or I woke up way to early today. I hoped it was the first. After whatever response I would return his gaze to Kirema. I pulled my blade slightly from it's sheathe showing that I was ready when they were. I looked down and the jade dragon on the handle of the zanpakutou. I tried my hardest to contact it somehow and let it know, you need to wake up for this. I knew that he said sword sparring but regardless I would look out for any kido spells, making sure to pay extra attention to listen for chanting. As I thought on I felt the restlessness from an unknown source once more. I knew this wasn't me, i don't get restless. It had to be the blade. Then I thought...maybe the jade dragon can't sleep when a strong opponent is near?

[Kokaku//Goliath]

Kirema's explanation was far shorter and summarized than Kokaku's lecture-note-length sort of talking. That brought Kokaku's understanding on the sixth division a little bit better. Well, he knew quite a lot about sixth division after all, being working partner that he has to contact maybe a few times every week but he never knew they were more into bakudo until now.

Kokaku didn't really think a zanpakutou would click with somebody else other than its master but he knew nothing about zanpakutou anyway so he would not comment on it. He didn't want to act like a smartass. And now, they wanted to spar. Goddamn, this 11th division must have the aura of rampage that would bring anyone inside its radius to a lust of battle.

No kido, well, that's a huge disadvantage for Kokaku but since it was just a friendly spar, paired up with an awkward and unexplainable face of Yoshinori, he's in. "Alright. Despite my real lack of sword or just any melee combat skill and experience, guess I am in. I need to improve on this aspect anyway, can't rely on kido all the way when real shits happen." Kokaku stood up and unsheathed his red hilt; black blade from the black sheath. If someone was far away, he probably didn't knew it was the sheath or the blade because they were just plain black at all. Kokaku kicked a few boxes away to make up some space for the battle and then stepped a few steps backward to err...free up even more space.

"I am ready." he said as he held the hilt with both hand and brought it to the front of his chest.

[Shikaku]

ooc: I hope you guys don't mind if I join.

Wandering and strolling through the streets of Seireitei, a lone shinigami's footsteps could be heard. Hailing from the seventh division, the shinigami knowned as Shikaku Amagumo as he strolled through the streets of Seireitei with his hands in his pockets, in his own little carefree world. Whistling a tone as just by his appearance alone, others would think he is a harmless, carefree, kinda lazy person whom they think they could take advantage of.

Those who truly know him fear his wraith and temper when angered in any way and know that he is a deadly shinigami. Regardless of all of this, he isn't one to start a fight but is one to finish it and start one if provoked enough. Nonetheless as he continued the journey, he hadn't realized that he had entered the eleventh division region, a region he almost always attempts to avoid if possible. Without realizing it, he was already deep within the region as he returned to reality from his own carefree world as he heard the sounds of battle all around him, the signs of true members of the eleventh division.

Either way, he strangely continued to be relaxed and calm as he had leave the seventh division region for the sole purpose of not wanting to do a mission in the human world, due to his laziness. Moments later out of lack of attention, he had found himself within a shady area with three other shinigami just meters away from his position, as if they were preparing to spar of some sort. "I hope these guys aren't from the eleventh division or I'm screwed." Said Shikaku, hoping that he didn't just walked right into their hands and into a fight.

[Beltran]

Slowly, cold steel was ground against the sheath of Kirema's Zanpakutou as Hamon Senpuu was removed from her sheath-home. Within the inner world, she smiled. She was finally going to get some action, whether this idiot who controlled her sealed form released her or not... it didn't matter. Blood was blood, sacrifice was sacrifice. She could see that Kirema's drive was fed by her own. Waves continued to crash within the inner world as Kirema's spiritual pressure slowly began to rise. Hamon Senpuu turned to face them and softly grasped her chest and raised her arms within the same motion.

Kirema... saw this all. He was rather confused within as his sword was within the grip of both of his hands as the sun brilliantly shown upon the gray striped blade of his Zanpakutou. Suddenly, like a feeling of pins and needles, he felt the presence of another. It was a Shinigami of course, nothing different about him unlike the Shinigami he had met in the desert of the Hollows. "we seem... to have a visitor." Kirema muttered as his arms took up the stance of very few Shinigami used that he was aware of. Tenpu-Kosai-Ryu Kai, it was one of the handful of styles he had learned outside of the academy. His rear legs haunched up into a crouch as his eyes fell upon where the other shinigami was.

If this other Shinigami wanted to watch, Kirema cared very little. Raising his hand to Kokaku. "I want to fight Yoshinori. No offense... but he's in the 11th division, therefore he is undoubtedly to give me more of a challenge than a Shinigami who uses kido mostly. I hope you understand." Kirema said, still in his stance, his blade raised diagonally, ready for combat and still half crouched, ready to shunpo if need be.