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“Normal speech”
‘Thoughts’
Flashback/Dream
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“Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find the third seat?”
The tiny, blonde shinigami curiously turned to look at the source of the voice. His big, brown eyes quickly landing on a black haired girl with piercing amber eyes; looking like if she was barely touching her twenties and being the-most-beautiful-women he had ever seen. He blinked and momentarily taken aback by the sudden appearance of a civilian in the First Squad barracks. However, he quickly composed himself after digesting her words and raised an eyebrow in question.
“Third seat? Which one?”
The amber-eyed girl also blinked in mild confusion. She honestly didn’t know what to answer, this seated position thing was new to her as well. It had just been introduced into the system a little while ago and she wasn’t a part of the Gotei 13. It wasn’t easy to suddenly grow accustomed to something like this.
“I-I don’t know.”
The blonde shinigami took pity in the raven head and gave a crooked smile in understanding. Even he sometimes didn’t understand the new system the captain commander had installed. And it was all the more confusing with their squad having three third seats. Why couldn’t they just give one seat to each?
“Well, I guess I can help you find one of the third seats. Those three are mostly always together, so if we find one, we’ll definitely find the rest. I’m telling you, those three act like they’re glued together.”
The raven head overlooked the snarky comment in favor of concentrating on the first words. Her amber eyes sparkling with unhidden mirth as her smile widened.
“Really? That’d be great!”
The brown eyed shinigami gave a wide cheshire grin in response, extending his hand to the raven haired beauty and receiving the greeting in return.
“I’m the 20th seat, Hirako Shinji. It’s nice to meet you.”
“I’m Shiba Haruka, like wise.”
Shinji’s grin flattered for half a second before his smirk returned in full force as he finally concluded whom the raven head was looking for. He did a quick search of reiatsu in the vicinity, looking for a certain orange-haired third seat and only finding the other two. He couldn’t pinpoint Ichigo’s presence, and that more than anything ticked him off.
“Well, shall we go, Haruka-chan?”
Haruka just cleared her throat as she nodded and followed the flamboyant blonde, the two wandering deeper and deeper into the first squad barracks and passing by more shinigami as they went.
All of a sudden, Shinji aha-ed and grabbed her wrist –with a bit of difficulty thanks to the height difference- then led her to the left. They rounded a corner and suddenly came face to face with the two third seats in question; one with straight white hair in a low ponytail to the side, and the other with shaggy brown hair.
“Oh, the third seats! See, I told you we’d find’em, Haruka-chan!”
The two couldn’t help but widen in eyes as Haruka just waved nervously at the two. Shunsui was the first to recover and went forth to glomp her in a bone crushing hug, the raven haired girl being startled for half a second before she returned the hug with only mild awkwardness while she gave a meek smile to the white haired boy that was returning her previous wave.
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