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ajremixSo, in celebration of my impending seperation from the military, I decided to have a little fun. I should probably also be shot for the title.
Title: Tales from the Soul Society: Who Let the Thugs Out
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 497
Characters: Yamamoto, Hisagi, Ikkaku, Renji, Iba
Summary: Thug life ain’t always sweet.
Field training was, technically, an annual event. A week spent with a platoon of shinigami- generally from other divisions in order to encourage inter-division coherence –in some secluded area running all sorts of different exercises to ensure they were up to proper fighting and tactical standards. Captains were, of course, exempt from this training and the only vice-captains and higher seated officers that went were either the very bored or very motivated.
That was probably why the instructors jumped at the chance to have four such ‘motivators’ in the same detail.
Yamamoto-soutaichou hoped they learned their lesson from this.
He flipped through the papers with a severe frown. “Each one,” he said sternly, “was in charge of a platoon. All of these are reports of disturbances in the Rukongai, unauthorized use of traps that the instructors are STILL trying to dismantle, contraband supplies found among the sites, an order of dancing girls from a red light district to one of the sites, a platoon going INTO one of the shopping districts during a patrol, graffiti in another district, inciting a riot, night raids on the instructor’s supply sheds,” he put his hand on his desk with more force than necessary. “And that was in the first 30 hours!”
The four corresponding captains shifted uncomfortably.
“Hisagi Shuuhei, Iba Testuzaemon, Abarai Renji, Madarame Ikkaku…” the captains flinched at their officer’s name, “Just who was it that thought putting the four of them in the same detail was a good idea?”
~*~*~*~
“Oi, Ikkaku.”
“‘Sup?”
“Next time you get bored, keep your bright ideas to your own damned self.”
Annoyed at how the bitching was outdoing the working, Renji threw a damp cloth at Hisagi. “Shut up and keep scrubbing, dammit! This one’s your fault anyway!”
Iba scowled, scrubbing at the graffiti that tagged the wall. “You just hadta put a naked chick on an orphanage of all places.”
“Coincidence. Shut up.” Hisagi rung out his dirty clothe. “Easier then when we gotta tackle the aftermath of the riot, anyway.”
Renji gave a sideways snarl. “Totally not my fault. Too many drunk guys naturally leads to trouble.”
“You’re the one that let them get that drunk!”
“Your fuckin’ idea!” Renji shot back at the third seat. “I wouldna even done this stupid thing if it weren’t fer you!”
“Please! You were all up in the idea like Hisagi on Yumi!”
Hisagi retaliated with an elbow to the back of Ikkaku’s head. “Wouldya shut up already??”
“Fuck you!” He shoved right back, nearly sprawling Hisagi over Iba.
Iba snarled. “Knock it off ya little bastards!”
“I got better things to do than clean your damn mess!”
“Stop yer bitchin’ already!”
“You wanna get your ass kicked?”
“You’re gonna kick over the-“
“Gah! You little fucker!”
“Goddamned deserved it, too!”
“You’re fuckin’ dead!”
~*~*~*~
Yamamoto-soutaichou sighed and looked at the captains and their torn, bruised, bloody, dirty and wet officers. Slowly he asked, “Did we not learn anything from the first time?”
Title: Tales from the Soul Society: Who Let the Thugs Out
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 497
Characters: Yamamoto, Hisagi, Ikkaku, Renji, Iba
Summary: Thug life ain’t always sweet.
Field training was, technically, an annual event. A week spent with a platoon of shinigami- generally from other divisions in order to encourage inter-division coherence –in some secluded area running all sorts of different exercises to ensure they were up to proper fighting and tactical standards. Captains were, of course, exempt from this training and the only vice-captains and higher seated officers that went were either the very bored or very motivated.
That was probably why the instructors jumped at the chance to have four such ‘motivators’ in the same detail.
Yamamoto-soutaichou hoped they learned their lesson from this.
He flipped through the papers with a severe frown. “Each one,” he said sternly, “was in charge of a platoon. All of these are reports of disturbances in the Rukongai, unauthorized use of traps that the instructors are STILL trying to dismantle, contraband supplies found among the sites, an order of dancing girls from a red light district to one of the sites, a platoon going INTO one of the shopping districts during a patrol, graffiti in another district, inciting a riot, night raids on the instructor’s supply sheds,” he put his hand on his desk with more force than necessary. “And that was in the first 30 hours!”
The four corresponding captains shifted uncomfortably.
“Hisagi Shuuhei, Iba Testuzaemon, Abarai Renji, Madarame Ikkaku…” the captains flinched at their officer’s name, “Just who was it that thought putting the four of them in the same detail was a good idea?”
~*~*~*~
“Oi, Ikkaku.”
“‘Sup?”
“Next time you get bored, keep your bright ideas to your own damned self.”
Annoyed at how the bitching was outdoing the working, Renji threw a damp cloth at Hisagi. “Shut up and keep scrubbing, dammit! This one’s your fault anyway!”
Iba scowled, scrubbing at the graffiti that tagged the wall. “You just hadta put a naked chick on an orphanage of all places.”
“Coincidence. Shut up.” Hisagi rung out his dirty clothe. “Easier then when we gotta tackle the aftermath of the riot, anyway.”
Renji gave a sideways snarl. “Totally not my fault. Too many drunk guys naturally leads to trouble.”
“You’re the one that let them get that drunk!”
“Your fuckin’ idea!” Renji shot back at the third seat. “I wouldna even done this stupid thing if it weren’t fer you!”
“Please! You were all up in the idea like Hisagi on Yumi!”
Hisagi retaliated with an elbow to the back of Ikkaku’s head. “Wouldya shut up already??”
“Fuck you!” He shoved right back, nearly sprawling Hisagi over Iba.
Iba snarled. “Knock it off ya little bastards!”
“I got better things to do than clean your damn mess!”
“Stop yer bitchin’ already!”
“You wanna get your ass kicked?”
“You’re gonna kick over the-“
“Gah! You little fucker!”
“Goddamned deserved it, too!”
“You’re fuckin’ dead!”
~*~*~*~
Yamamoto-soutaichou sighed and looked at the captains and their torn, bruised, bloody, dirty and wet officers. Slowly he asked, “Did we not learn anything from the first time?”
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Date: 2005-11-29 04:32 am (UTC)I think I'll be fine by this weekend, though I might still have a slight cough. By mid-day today I wasn't achy anymore, and I've stopped taking the meds. Mostly it's just coughing and runny nose. And the latter not so much anymore.
Which muse was this? I'll kick him for you. Most of mine leave me alone. Except Aradon, who is constantly poking me to go to the gym. Bastard. Let me sleep. I may be out of shape but my awesome writer p0werz will pwn you.
Aradon: *eyeroll*
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Date: 2005-11-29 04:59 am (UTC)