*FOR ANYONE THAT VISITS THIS SITE PLEASE READ THIS*

Welcome to the Sixth divison. I am the captain Byakuya Kuchiki, and if you wish to join, please PM Ichigo (Death's Strawberry about it.

Please enjoy your stay, and have a good day.

Saturday, March 1, 2010

Schedule:
8:30 AM Paperwork
9:30 AM Wake Recruits for Morning Training
11:00 AM Punish Renji for arriving late, again
11:20 AM Paperwork
1:00 PM Buy Pastries
1:30 PM Bribe Yachiru with pastries so she will leave me be
2:00 PM Take lunch break in garden and wonder where all the Koi are.
3:00 PM Return to Office
3:05 PM Wake Renj up from his usual nap
3:06 PM Make Renji train recruits
4:30 PM Finish Paperwork
5:00 PM Report to Head Captain.
6:00 PM Return to Manor and remove Yachiru Kusajishi from Gardens.

Espionage Misson: Departure

Byakuya looked up from his report as a hell butterfly fluttered into the room. He caught it on the tip of his finger and listened to the orders. Standing up, he picked up a stack of papers and walked over to Renji's desk, "I want these done by the time I return, Abarai-Fukutaicho." He set the papers on the redhead's desk, "Keep the division affairs in order while I am gone, I will return in a few days." Leaving no room for argument, he left the office heading for the Fifth's barracks Senkeimon, the hell butterfly fluttering dutifully behind him.

Busting in

Ichigo walked into the six division, a wide scowl on his face. “BYAKUYA! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!” He shouted, walking into the building and calling through the halls.

“Sir, you can’t be here!” A couple of lower-level soul reapers had said, trying to ward him away, but Ichigo just shoved through, finally getting to Byakuya’s personal office.

Grinning, he put his hand on the door, then threw it open with way too much force. “BYAKUYA!” He called out…waiting for the man at the desk to lecture him.

A normal day..?

Bayakuya sighed, and stood up, observing his completed paperwork. With a small, almost undetectable sigh, he stood up, and stretched. Bones popping in his back could be heard.

It was a beautiful day out, with fluffy white clouds floating in a sea of azure, with the sun shining down just right- not too strong or too weak.

Hs walked out of his office, picking up Senbonzakura on the way out and turned into the small, but spacious garden specially reserved for the higher ups of the sixth divison.

Shrugging off his captain's haori and scarf and placing them on a stone bench, he deftly fixed his uniform, so that his torso was bare, he unsheathed Senbonzakura, and started swinging the zankupato deftly, so fast that it looked like a shining silver blur flying everywhere around him.