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"Wait.. What did you say?"

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Stepping forward he grabbed the stack from Akuro's desk, flipping through it to make sure it was in fact all finished. He couldn't help but listen to his question, there wasn't much else to listen to anyways.

"Yeah. Better than the 5th. Thank you, officer."

It was a rude comment, he realized that after he had said it aloud but he couldn't help it. Turning on his heels he exited the office without so much as another glance towards the man who once held his heart.

As he quickly left the 5th division, his feet didn't slow down their pace until he was finally back in his own office, panting and clenching the papers in his hands tightly. 

"Fuck.. Fuck!"

He cursed through clenched teeth as he slammed his fist on his desk. He swore to himself that he wouldn't let seeing Akuro get to him, that he would be civil and treat him just as another shinigami who he worked with but he just couldn't. After delivering the paperwork to their respected divisions he locked himself in his office, throwing himself into anything that would get his mind off the encounter.

Shit

The nickname was an automatic thing for Akuro, he hadn’t even caught it until Akihiko’s cold response. "R-right. Of course." Another nervous cough escaped.

After a longer-than-comfortable pause, Akuro finally answered the question at hand. “For once, it’s all finished and it’s all here,” he said, pushing it toward the other edge of his desk for Akihiko to pick up.

As much as he wanted to break the awkward silence, there were very few topics he could think to bring up at the moment… Except for one that could hopefully keep them on even ground.

"So, Seventh Division? Good choice."

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"Nice uniform, kid."

His stomach dropped at the old nickname, one that he used to call him every day to tease him, it used to annoy him but make him smile nonetheless but hearing it again after everything...

He wanted to vomit.

The hand that was resting on his blade tightened, gripping the hilt until his palm hurt. He wasn't wearing his gloves anymore, hands all healed, he had gotten over his knuckle picking habit while the other was away but a nasty feeling inside of him made him feel like he'd be picking it up again soon. He was getting anxious just to get away from him.

"It's Akihiko." His voice came out colder than he wanted it to but he wanted his point across. He didn't want to hear that damn nickname ever again. 

"Have you completed your paperwork or do I need to come back this evening?" Akihiko wasn't going to let their conversation get casual, they weren't like that anymore.

He was glad to have even a few minutes to himself after his long time gone, and Mr. Hanari was making the most of it. By making the most of it… He was actually signing the last of a vast sea of paperwork. Possibly the only time he would be caught up on it.

He knew that someone from Seventh Division would be coming to pick the paperwork up. Why it was Seventh Division, he had no idea, usually paperwork went straight to the First or Second. He wasn’t going to question it too much anyway.

When he heard the door open he didn’t look up from the last scribbles he was making. It was at the voice that he stopped dead. Akuro had not been expecting to hear that voice in his office ever again.

Clearing his throat slightly, choking back what he assumed would have been a rather pained noise had he let it escape, he finally spoke. "Of course you are," he said, adding the last sheet to the stack.

With that, and a slight sigh, he finally looked up, barely recognizing who stood in front of him. Black robes had replaced the academy uniform, and the silver hair was longer, messier than Akuro had ever known it to be.

A weak smile came onto his face.

"Nice uniform, kid."

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It was the last place he wanted to be. The last place he wanted to go. After hearing word that he returned to the Soul Society his whole day was sour then he got orders to actually go to his office and collect his paperwork...

He probably hasn't even touched it...

Of course he kept his mouth shut and nodded, leaving his own office to head for the 5th division. Once he entered he could already feel the tension, the others obviously knew about their fall out since they were screaming at each other... 

With his head held high he moved through the halls until he was in front of Akuro's office. His chest was constricting, a gross feeling he hadn't felt for months. Grabbing the side of the shoji door he slid it open.

"I'm here to collect your paperwork, officer."

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Trying to ignore the constant chatter of the member of the 5th that had just recently returned.

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Would anyone want to plot anything? It could be set anywhere. Like human world/Soul Society. 

I want to revive this dork.

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A final division had been made. Akihiko chose the 7th. Something about their beliefs and their morals had pulled the boy to them, his first choice wasn't something he could take anymore anyways...

He was told beforehand he would be removed from the rest of the group to speak with a seated officer but no matter how much he asked they wouldn't tell him why. Despite some suspicion he followed his orders and headed for designated room. 

New to the barracks he was lost for a few minutes before he found the office and knocked  a few times before entering, seeing the other looking over some files. 

"Kajitani, correct?" He walked a little into the room, his new black robes being shown in the fullest.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips. Some other officer had taken the rest of the swarm of new recruits. This one was apparently slightly different. Some notes that stood out in particular to Taka from the paper he was lazily reading over went like so: 

Hidden potential (?)

Possibility for immediate promotion

“Immediate promotion…?” Taka muttered under his breath. Wondering just what was up with this kid that the higher-ups seemed so enthralled with him. That part about hidden potential seemed more vague than the other two, so he passed on it for the time being.

The clock was ticking down for him to make a good impression on Taka, however. In exactly 3 minutes he’d be late, and Taka’s temper was running rather thin today. Dealing with a bunch of rowdy new recruits was not his idea of a good time. 

"Alright buddy. Better hurry it up…"

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Idly people watching while waiting for his order.

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