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More Captain/Vice-Captain drabbles, for the heckuvit.
7th
The rookies had been set to work fixing a room in Complex-B. Iba learned this when he made a wrong turn heading to the offices and ended up swamped in the smell of wet paper and startled barks.
“Vice-Captain!” They weren’t yet used to the title either.
Later he asked Komamura himself.
“…books. From my studies,” answered the large man from his desk, shoulders raised like mountains. “I was to be a scholar before I became a shinigami. Some fool left a latch open. The rain nearly ruined them all.”
5th
An officer from the third squadron was at the door.
It was morning. Momo answered it without thinking, fumbling into her clothes along the way. “…mm. yes?” she asked, not expecting the confused silence that followed.
The man dropped his head immediately. “I—ah—“ he was having a horrible coughing fit. “—the Captain--” he broke off again, uncomfortable.
It was all very good and surreal until Momo felt the hand on her shoulder from behind. “Yes?” said Captain Aizen. He squeezed gently and she jumped. Oh, she thought. Oh. For a moment, she’d forgotten whose quarters it actually was.
12th
“You are granted authorization on this project,” she said, flatly.
The young man’s eyes brightened. “Thank you, Vice-Captain. The results will be brilliant. I promise you.”
“Please be discreet,” she said, softly. He was smiling as she handed him the folder. It faltered only slightly as her hand brushed his.
“Thank you,” he said again, less certain.
“Who authorized this?” rasped the Captain later, when he ripped the papers from the boy’s convulsing hand.
“I did,” she said, sadly.
“It’s brilliant,” he murmured. “You idiot.” The crack of his hand sent her into the wall.
7th
The rookies had been set to work fixing a room in Complex-B. Iba learned this when he made a wrong turn heading to the offices and ended up swamped in the smell of wet paper and startled barks.
“Vice-Captain!” They weren’t yet used to the title either.
Later he asked Komamura himself.
“…books. From my studies,” answered the large man from his desk, shoulders raised like mountains. “I was to be a scholar before I became a shinigami. Some fool left a latch open. The rain nearly ruined them all.”
5th
An officer from the third squadron was at the door.
It was morning. Momo answered it without thinking, fumbling into her clothes along the way. “…mm. yes?” she asked, not expecting the confused silence that followed.
The man dropped his head immediately. “I—ah—“ he was having a horrible coughing fit. “—the Captain--” he broke off again, uncomfortable.
It was all very good and surreal until Momo felt the hand on her shoulder from behind. “Yes?” said Captain Aizen. He squeezed gently and she jumped. Oh, she thought. Oh. For a moment, she’d forgotten whose quarters it actually was.
12th
“You are granted authorization on this project,” she said, flatly.
The young man’s eyes brightened. “Thank you, Vice-Captain. The results will be brilliant. I promise you.”
“Please be discreet,” she said, softly. He was smiling as she handed him the folder. It faltered only slightly as her hand brushed his.
“Thank you,” he said again, less certain.
“Who authorized this?” rasped the Captain later, when he ripped the papers from the boy’s convulsing hand.
“I did,” she said, sadly.
“It’s brilliant,” he murmured. “You idiot.” The crack of his hand sent her into the wall.