Lieutenant Strawberry? [Ichigo and Chisei]

Chisei Koukateki

"You are stupid, therefore wrong."



It was a glorious afternoon in Seireitei. The divisions were functioning as they were supposed to, there was no imminent threat of destruction, and the place itself was peaceful this afternoon. There had been no surprise battles in the streets as of yet, as there usually are, especially when eleventh division was around.

Walking down one of these streets was a man, very tall and slim in build. Standing at about six foot seven, and weighing not over a hundred and fifty pounds, the man walked in long strides down the winding streets of Seireitei. This man had just recently been appointed vice captain of thirteenth by a majority vote after returning from a hollow war that had almost cost him his life several times, and cost him several friends. The emotional pain that he was enduring only strengthened his resolve to keep Soul Society up and running as it should. His position making it easier for him to attempt that.

This man was Chisei Koukateki. Shinigami warrior and intellect extraordinare. He turned, lifting a long arm up and pushing a pair of rectangular glasses farther up the bridge of his nose, his blue eyes visible through the glass, save for a few spots on it where the light was reflecting. He shook his head, his waist-long silver hair swinging back and forth as he did so. It was going to be a long day, and he had a lot of work to get done. First and foremost, though, was a meeting with his captain. He had heard of the vizard, who hadn't? Ichigo Kurosaki was, more than likely, the most famous name in the entirety of soul society.

Chisei was, admittedly, a bit nervous about meeting his captain. Sure, Chisei was strong in his own way, but everyone knew how powerful Kurosaki-taicho was. Chisei turned one last corner, reaching ahead of him and opening the large double-doors of the Thirteen Division Barracks, swiftly making his way to the captain's quarters. The new Vice-Captain badge on his arm causing several of the lower-level shinigami in the division to bow. Chisei quickly waved off their formality, if their was one thing he wasn't used to about a higher position, it was the presence that people associated with him. Everyone automatically hated you, or kissed up to you hoping for a good word at their next promotion qualifier. Chisei finally reached his destination, opening the door to the captain's quarters with one hand and peeking in, sliding his head in the opening he had made. "Is anyone here?" he asked, "I'm here to see Kurosaki-taicho."

Chisei Koukateki

"You are stupid, therefore wrong."

Chisei pushed his glasses up his nose again as he spotted the vizard. His captain seemed to be surrounded by paperwork. Didn't he get any of it done? Or did it just pile here? Looks like he got here just in time, Chisei thought.

Chisei walked over in front of his captain, standing stock-still and looking the vizard in the eye. "Kurosaki-taicho, yes, I am Chisei Koukateki. I am the new vice-captain of thirteenth, assigned after coming back from the recent arrancar war." He smiled sarcastically, "It looks like you're handling the paperwork well." He nodded, gesturing at the floor. "May I sit down?"

Chisei Koukateki

"You are stupid, therefore wrong."

Chisei looked around, tsking at the large amount of paperwork stacked around. He looked over at the desk that had been brought in for him. He walked over and sat down behind it, leaning forward and putting his elbows on his knees, interlocking his fingers together and resting his chin on the backs of his hands, "Well if it's paperwork you're worried about, I can have most of this" he gestured around the room to all the stacked paper, "done within the hour." He smiled, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose before continuing, "You could say I work more like a quincy than a shinigami. Quickly, efficiently, no questions, no distractions, no concern for other things." He smiled sarcastically once more, "I realize shinigami are efficient, but they tend to let emotion get in the way of logic, except for captains such as Kurotsuchi-taicho. I think he reprogrammed his brain to override emotion."

He chuckled, sitting back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. "Then again, my powers are more quincy than shinigami as it is." Chisei raised an eyebrow at his captain, noting the serious look on his face. "Oh? No formalities, eh? Alright. I don't agree with that but if it's captain's orders." He shrugged, grabbing a piece of paper off the stack next to him. It was a transfer sheet, some thirteenth division unseated was transferring out for reasons of "misplaced talent". Chisei sighed, quickly signing off the transfer order and sliding it into a pile of "done" paperwork, considerably smaller than all the stacks of unfinished paperwork. He turned back to the captain, "So, when was the last time you've had a good spar, Ichigo?" He questioned his captain, a playful grin on his face.

Chisei Koukateki

"You are stupid, therefore wrong."

Chisei stretched out, looking at Ichigo attentively. "Oh, is that so? I have never heard of the Quincy in question. I'm sure though, if he's close to you, he has to either be an amazing person or a huge pain in the ass." Chisei chuckled a little to himself, he had made some allies similar to himself during the war. None of them managed to survive past the first year, but Chisei knew that couldn't be helped. They died for a good cause. Chisei raised an eyebrow at the captain pertaining to his next comment. "I wouldn't know anything about how eleventh division goes about their dealings. The only experience I have had with eleventh division was a small bout a long time ago between me and a few goons with a superiority complex who tried to beat me up for being better than them." Chisei smiled knowingly, "The seated members of eleventh are probably different, but those unseated drop like flies to an intelligent opponent." Chisei laughed a little at the captain's comment about the spar, "Oh? You're scared of getting rusty are you? Well yes, I would like to challenge you." He smiled, "I can forget about the paperwork until you whoop my ass." He chuckled again, "Trust me, I probably won't put up too good of a fight, but I'm willing to try." Chisei smiled.

Chisei Koukateki

"You are stupid, therefore wrong."

Chisei grinned, "Oh so your fighting skills were desired for something more.. rough, eh? Well I know you're a strong fighter.." He stopped, thinking about something before speaking again, "But, I'm pretty sure Getsuga Tensho goes against the strict melee-type enforcement that eleventh is so widely known for." He tilted his head before shaking it, his long hair shaking back and forth, "Ah well, not my problem." He laughed.

He raised his eyebrow at the sudden advice from the captain, "Oh don't worry, I'm not downgrading myself. I know that I'm strong, I survived the war, didn't I? I just know that you're stronger." He grinned, "I will try my hardest to beat you, captain. Despite that." He smirked playfully, chuckling to himself. Chisei knew that his offense-only weapon would do little against a captain with so much experience and power. He would try though, damn it. Chisei followed the captain into the gardens, drawing his overly-long zanpakuto and flipping it to hold it backhand before smiling. "Fighting with my weapon sealed really isn't an option here, so I'll spare you the boring waiting period." He flipped his weapon upside-down and stuck the blade in the ground, grasping the hilt firmly with his right hand. "Strike Without Hesitation or Fear, Surudoi Ite!" He said commandingly as the blade of his sword shortened drastically, and changed, becoming more jagged and changing coloration. The hilt also looked rather deformed for a sword in this state too.



He brought the blade up to his face and flung his arm down in an awkward battle salute before flicking his wrist, the blade of his shikai revolving back into the hilt and the hilt leaning forward to reveal what appeared to be a gun. Firing a singular shot at Ichigo to test if the captain was as fast as they say, even though he knew already that he was. The shot he fired was heat-seeking, and had the power of a weak cero, or a very very strong bala.