Chapter 5: People are all escapees of their own inner prisons

Akira lay on her futon, her eyes fixing the blue ceiling. She felt a little bad for letting Tsubaki deal with the Captains' inquiries. However she was better suited to talk about the reiatsu limiter since she was the one who made it. And even if the Soutaicho hadn't known about their relationship, as the second-in-command of the Kidō Corps, being able to answer anything regarding power limiters was a given for her red-haired friend.

Anyway, she was glad Tsubaki had arrived before Aka had woken up. Else her red-eyed zanpakuto would have probably tried to fight every Shinigami in the room, effectively signing their own death warrant.

A few hours later, Akira woke up at the sound of the door opening. She wondered what took her friend so long and soon found the answer. The door of her room slide open.

"You will join the eleventh division." She reported.

Akira slowly got up into a seated position, her eyes widening a fraction.

"Tsubaki… I don't know how to say this but…" Akira frowned, her lip curling up in disapproval.

"…There's a bluish ball of fur standing behind you…"

Instantly, the intruder started roaring swear words at her; at least that was what he was in Akira's eyes. An intruder. Well technically it was Tsubaki's house but having lived there for five years, Akira considered it as hers. So apparently the intruder had a name. A funny one if you asked her.

Grimmjow.