Squad 10 Barracks – Captain’s Office
“Don’t be unreasonable you old hag! How do you expect me to do something like that?” he barked, his hands slamming firmly against the cluttered wood. Ink had spilled into a rippled puddled from the overturned urn on his desk.
The tense cords in his jaws had begun to hurt. It wasn’t often, every other month or so to be exact, that Sakimishi would visit from the Noriko manor. She was obsessed with his position… his amount of power within the Gotei. Like always, she attempted to bound him with chains.
“How is anything I’ve said been unreasonable my sweet, Ryuma?” she said, her voice kindling through the air. Ryuma lowered his brows; the amount of warmth that she could fill into venomous words amazed him.
“Everything I’ve asked for, everything I could have wished for, you’ve already done. This teensy bit more should not be a problem for you. Why would you make it out to be a 12-step plan when its just a simple directive?” Ryuma rubbed his head before pulling his seat near and plopping down in it, distaste rested obviously on his face.
“I became Captain not to satiate your hunger for the spotlight but to fulfill Masato and Beji’s dream. Your sick desire for them to do the same just so happen to coalign with it. Don’t misinterpret where my love lies.” Sakimishi’s flowing red dressed slithered across his floor as she approached the other side of his desk, her slender finger stabbed the table with a gentle impact.
“Please do continue to remind me of the insufferable way you despise me, it makes me feel pleasant and chipper. Regardless of how you feel, Ryuma, I do this for the family.”Ryuma raised a finger to his mouth and nibbled the nail, feigning boredom.
“Stop your babbling.” He fixed a piercing glare onto her, he was met with her own.
“What’s the request?”Sakimishi lightly smiled, so light that it could barely be considered one.
“Well …” * * * * *
Ryuma stood alone at the exit. His mother’s flowing dress was ominous for some reason, it made him feel drenched in her sins. Weird that he could pin-point that feeling perfectly. As she disappeared with her retainers, an audible sigh left him and he touched the wooden blade on his side. Her goals were still a mystery to him, her ambitions nothing like his own... and yet, he found it impossible to deny her. It pissed him off but there was nothing he could do about it at the moment. Only continue to complain.
He had closed the door behind him, took a fews to the antique couch in the middle of his room, and had to stop when he heard several knocks on the thick wood. A long moment passed before he returned to the door and creaked it open, he stuck an eye out to look at the guest. When he noticed the long gray hair, Ryuma opened the door wide.
"Come on in, Kanda. I just got finish dealing with the wicked witch of the seireitei."@Ira
