(no subject)

[moonsheen]

"…Why do I have to do this again," Kunimoto said miserably, shuffling away from the edge of the rooftop.

His senior officer just laughed and herded him back towards the drop. He gave the rope around his waist a tug, making sure it was good and firm. Kunimoto ulped. "Because it's in the name of science--!" said his senior, which in the 12th was as good as official permission anyway and everyone knew it.

"Yes, I understand this sir." Kunimoto nodded, small hands touching the knot uncertainly. "…but why do I have to do this again."

"Because we need new test subjects," said the squad leader with considerably less grandeur. "And because you're small and pretty-ready?"

"I'm also a man-NO."

"Good officer! Good officer! You'll get a commendation for this!" Kunimoto got the boot. "Just look cute and easily violated-yes, yes there, that's the spirit! We'll pull you up in time! Trust us! This pulley's worked nine times out of ten in the trial runs!"

Hurtling down into the depths of an commonly frequented 11th Division back alley, the young shinigami wondered if he would live to put in that transfer request.



Because, honestly. One word the describe the 11th? ASSBANDITS. Thank you, and goodnight.