With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
Kakaroto Rinpo walked into the 11th squad barracks and walked along the hallway feeling the hard wood under his bare feet. The wood was cold to the touch as he continued walking, even the barracks was as cold and unwelcoming as the squads reputation, this would be a new experience for sure. He turned into his new room and swung his back up onto the bed and looked around his room. Just like the whole place, cold and unwelcoming. He walked out his room,c losing the door behind him and gently padded along the corridor where he stopped at the end and turned round to look at all the room doors.
Yumichika was calmly strolling down the squad barracks. Running his fingers through his hair, a small frown appeared on his face.
Hm...I really do need a trim. Maybe tomorrow.
Flipping his hair back, he continued his stroll on the way to his room.
"Hey! Anybody home!?"[/color]
A voice rang out as Yumichika turned the corner. Another shinigami stood there, peeking at the rooms. He looked quite young, with a rather tasteless haircolour.
"You're new here, aren't you?" he said to the boy, "I've never seen you before."
"Peacock-head!" A chirpy, hyper voice called out as everyone's favorite ball of pink-fluffiness popped her head into the room. "Who're you talking to, huh, huh?"
Pausing at the site of the newcomer, she paused for a moment... wondering why the man looked so familiar.
"Ah, pervert-san!" Yachiru giggled and stuck out her tongue, obviously having adopted Aoide's name for him. After all, he did deserve. "Have you been taking more pictures of big-boobie?"
With another giggle, the tiny girl ran over to a nearby table, pink sword with training wheels in tow. Bounding to sit on top of it, she happily kicked her legs about.
"Eh?" Yachiru's jaw opened in a slight frown, big brown eyes peering at the squad's 5th seat. "You're hair's getting long!"
As soon as he heard the ever-so-familiar voice calling him 'peacock-head', Yumichika's eye began to twitch. Oh, he respected his fukutaichou, certainly, since she was, well, his fukutaichou, but...really? Peacock-head?
He turned to her miniscule form, planting a rather cheesy smile on his face. "Ah, fukutaichou! I didn't notice you come in," he began. He was about to answer her question on who he was talking to, but she seemed to have answered that herself.
Yumichika couldn't help but snicker. Pervert-san? Boy, the 11th Division certainly got the catch of the day. And taking 'more pictures' of Rangiku-san? What on Earth?
Yachiru's voice again called out to him, with a comment about his hair. He frowned and flipped it back. "You think so, fukutaichou? I was thinking of getting it trimmed tomorrow."
This place was too quiet. So much for the big, scary, powerful squad 11, there was nobody here. Running his hand through his orange hair he ruffled it about and turned to see a man step out from round the corner. The first member he saw of the big, scary, powerful 11th squad...was one of the most vain, self obsessed 'men' ever to have been present in soul society. Ayasegawa Yumichika.
"You're new here, aren't you? I've never seen you before."
Blinking he looked at the man. Why on earth would he design himself in such a way. Black glossy hair and feathers sticking out from around his eyes? Remembering that Rinpo himself had a rather distasteful thing about him he pulled a piece of his spiked hair down infront of his eyes and grinned at how orange it was. Just by looking at the way this man attired himself he could tell that he was more than likely looking at his hair with disgust.
[orange]"I'm new to the squad if that's what you mean."[/orange]
As he spoke he groaned quietly as a small head of pink hair came into view. There was no way of mistaking who that height and hair belonged to. It was the squads Vica-Captain Yachiru of who Rinpo had previously had an encouter. If he was lucky she wouldn't remember...
"Ah, pervert-san!"
Burying his face in his hand he dragged his hand down his face and groaned. She had caught onto the name some of the other 10th squadders were calling him. Now that she had got it into her brain he was never gonna get rid of that damn nickname.
[orange]"Ehhh, would you not rather call me by my actual name or some other unrelated nickname..."[/orange]
"Oiiiiii!" a voice belonging to a young girl called out. "Yachiru-chan, there you are!". A young girl of about 13 or 14 walked from around the corner, walking straight to the younger child. She had a deep dark purple hair which was fixed up in a short ponytail. She wore a typical shinigami robe set, but with a pair of dark, fingerless globes. "Yachiru-chan, your way to hyper for me, I don't even remember why I was hanging out with you in the first place." the girl commented as she stood over the pink haired ball or energy. "Oh, do I smell fresh meat?" Fir said as she suddenly turned to the newcomer, grinning mischievously. Her entire demeanor changed as she went from her calmer self to her more rough mannered squad 11 self, this was a necessary development in personality for a girl who grew up in rukongai's poorer districts, then joined squad 11 at such a young age. Despite her young age, she was a known prodigy and a near captain level shinigami. The older, bigger, burlier men of squad 11 learned to respect her and to be careful around her, though they hated the fact that two young girls in squad 11 had superiority over them.
Fir walked up to the newcomer, who was much taller than her considering she was still somewhat of a child. "What's your name?" she asked as she looked over the man, trying to judge his ability. A habit she picked up from her uncle, the 13th squad captain.
Well here they were, a newcomer arrives in squad 11, the infamous battle squad of the Gotei, known for its tough, die-hard men, and that newcomer is greeted by two little girls and a very girly man.
"Mhm!" Yachiru giggled and nodded, "It's getting waaaay long."
Of course, it wasn't really get that long, Yachiru just had the tendency to blow things out of proportion. With a frown, she seemed to consider pulling on the man's hair for a moment, before thinking better of it and simply swinging her legs for her own enjoyment. "Ehhh, would you not rather call me by my actual name or some other unrelated nickname..."[/i]
"That's not your name?" Yachiru opened her mouth in an 'o' before cocking her head slightly. Funny, Aoide had referred to this man as that, so she had thought it was his name. So... pervert... was an adjective? What did pervert mean, anyways? "Well whatever, I'm going to call you pervert-san anyways!"
Hell, she probably wouldn't remember his name anyways. "Yachiru-chan, there you are!"[/i]
"Eh?" Yachiru blinked, turning her head slightly to see the other female in squad 11 walk towards her. "Hihi Purply!" "Yachiru-chan, your way to hyper for me, I don't even remember why I was hanging out with you in the first place."[/i]
"Because you're boring!" Yachiru nodded vigorously before hopping off her mount and onto the floor. "Purply is getting oldie! Like Peacock-head!"
True, neither of them were old, but to her, they were like... archaic.
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Yumichika watched the banter between the two shinigami with a smirk of amusement on his face. Why was it that these two seemed to know each other so well?
Then, another shinigami, which he recognized as another member of Squad 11, and Kensai-taichou's neice, Fir, entered, making quick talk with his fukutaichou.
It was then that Yachiru made a comment about being old. That was just too much.
"I'm not old!" he said to his fukutaichou, "Being old means you have wrinkles that distort your face!"
Yumichika then realized that the small vice-captain was probably over-exaggerating, like she always did. After all, he still had quite the youthful face, with no visible lines to ruin his complexion. It was certainly a good thing he moisturized every night.
He flipped his haid back and looked at the three others in the room with him. Two little girls, and a perverted recruit. How lovely.
Soon after he had spoken another female voice could be heard shouting around the barracks. This place was so damn noisy all of a sudden, but that comes with the squad. As he watched a girl walked around the corner into Rinpos view. She appeared very young and didn't look to be much of a threat, but appearances can be deceiving as Yachiru herself proved, also the fact that this girl is in squad 11 itself must mean something.
"What's your name?"
[orange]"Hm? Kakaroto Rinpo, may i ask you the same?"[/orange]
Rinpo almost fell flat on his face when he heard Yachiru decide that the name was going to stick to him anyway. He would have really preferred to get rid of the nickname but there might still be a way.
[orange]"How 'bout i give you a nice big bag of candy in return for you thinking of some un-related nickname? Does that sound fair?"[/orange]
During all this he heard the man that was more feminine than is natural shout loudly and Rinpo couldn't resist the chance to have some type of the dig as he could already tell that he had found the thing that would annoy the man stupendously.
[orange]"Well, maybe you're getting old then, you do have a couple of wrinkles starting to show after all..."[/orange]
Yumichika's eye twitched. This new recruit dare to think that his face, his perfect face, had wrinkles?! Who did he think he was!?
He was glad he was in the 11th Division. Violence was not only allowed, but highly encouraged.
Using shunpo, he appeared behind the recruit...Karakoto Rinpo, or so he said...and bopped him on the head. Hard.
"You do well to remember your place, Karakoto," he said, darkly, as a shadow fell over his eyes. He almost did look like he was going to kill the poor boy. "You're in this division now...remember that violence is always the answer here, Pervert-kun."
Yumichika couldn't help but add the last part. If it was good enough for Yachiru, it was good enough for him.
