Breakfast. It was, in fact, the most important meal to many. To those working on night shift, it was the last meal. To those poor fools who had to work with normal people, it was the first. To someone with free time like Hideo, breakfast was whenever he wanted it to be—and he wanted it two hours ago. The plane had, somehow, run out of food besides those cheap-ass crackers and pretzels. It would be one thing if they still had peanuts, but nooooo, people still had to have allergies. It was fucking 2417 for Christ's sake. You could get rid of that shit decently easily. It wasn't like Hideo was on some low-budget economy flight. Nope, this was a business-only flight. Tickets were too expensive for most. Even so, they couldn't serve peanuts.
And yet, that wasn't the thing that annoyed him most. Hideo Yuudeshi had not had a good day. Well, besides getting Doctor K's permission to go home. That was fantastic. That was also the only good news he had recieved. His flight was delayed by two hours. He had planned to be back in Karakura by about eight in the morning. It was now ten, and he still wasn't in Karakura proper. They had to land early. Why? Food poisoning. It was almost a reenactment of Airplane!. It was thanks to a random passenger that they were able to land at all. Hideo was angry he didn't have breakfast, but glad that he didn't have it on the plane. Going back to the hospital would only be more of a pain in the ass.
So Hideo was about half an hour out of Karakura. No big deal, right? He'd just get a taxi. Ten minutes outside of Karakura, right at the edge of the forest... the taxi's wheel—yes, the wheel, not the tire—broke. It was apparently in that bad of condition. He did not give the driver a tip as he yanked his carry-on out. Hideo would walk the way back and catch a bus or something. If his cell phone hadn't fallen and shattered, he'd just call up a car service. He hadn't interacted with any sort of network to call a car before. He'd get one of his younger brothers to help with the more mundane uses of a cyberbrain. The thought of them was the only thing keeping him in a relatively good mood.
Hideo knew a few shortcuts through the forests to the city proper. He may show up a bit sweaty, but he knew his brothers wouldn't mind that. He didn't tell them he was on his way back, and he had instructed (and bribed) the hospital staff to not tell his brothers he was released yet. He wanted to give them a surprise. He thought about their faces—and how surprised they'd be to see him. It was a great thought. Not many people were excited to see the bastard oldest brother. He didn't have a reputation of good deeds and world-changing ideas like any of his siblings or relatives. He was fine with that though. Hideo didn't want to take away from any of his brothers' accomplishments.
Unfortunately, such deep thought ends up distracting someone even if they have a highly complex cyberbrain. Hideo nearly stepped onto the edge of a steep embankment. If he had continued, it was enough of a fall to almost guarantee significant injury. He sighed and made a note of where it was. He'd get someone in the government to deal with warning signs or a barrier of some sort. As he turned to find his way around it, Hideo saw a young... something or other about to do the same thing. He couldn't quite tell if it was a short and feminine boy or a short and androgynous girl.
Hideo used shunpo to cover the distance between them. He skidded to a stop, yanking them up by their collar. He exhaled, glad he had saved them just in time. He rotated the short being over to face him, his eyebrows cocked in confusion. "So, uh, what are you doin'?" If they were a fugitive, he'd just summon his Zanpakutou and carry them like a bucket of water—his Zanpakutou holding their kimono by the collar like he was already doing. If they were in trouble, Hideo would deal with the trouble if he could. If they were being an idiot, Hideo was going to stop them from being an idiot.