"So, Renji got the Fifth, eh?" Ichigo asked, looking down at Rukia, as they walked through Seireitei. He had his arms crossed over his chest, thinking about it. He'd been offered every Captain position except the Sotaicho's. "Byakuya must be proud of him."

"Yes, Nii-sama recommended him for it. I think he's a little sad to see him leave the Sixth, but we all knew he was ready for it, even before the war." The violet-eyed midget smiled, thinking about her childhood friend and how far the two of them had come since then. "Nii-sama's going to need a new vice-captain, you know." She egged.

The orangette snorted, "Yeah, right. Me work with Byakuya? Are you asking for me to kill your brother?"

Rukia laughed, and almost said something else when Ichigo put a hand on her shoulder. A thumping drum beat reached their ears. Both stopped frowning in confusion, turned in the direction of the Fifth. Muffled synthesizer gradually grew louder, and the bouncing crimson ponytail of the very captain that had been the subject of their conversation appeared around a corner carrying an old fashioned tape player on his shoulder. His haori flared out, though he wore no kosode or shitagi under it, as he shuffled his way down the street to the techno beat of the music. He had a brand new pair of Gintonbo sunglasses over his eyes and his head bent to help hold the stereo on his shoulder.

Behind him, sporting the same sunglasses and dancing down the street in the same pattern, was the Shinigami Men's Association, also going shirtless. As they got closer the orangette and his midget partner could make out the words the group was singing.

The train of men yelled, "What are you doing?"

"I don't know." Renji answered.

They all shouted,"Hey!"

Looking at Rukia, Renji grinned singing, "Babe, I don't Know."

Followed by a second shouted, "Hey!

They did it again, Renji getting more animated and louder with the repetition, flailing his free arm in wild gestures. "Shake 'em out til Ran'ku gives her show."

A final, "Hey!" from the others triggered a series of stomping moves that sounded like a drum roll over the synthesizer.

There was a pause, where Renji froze in front of Ichigo and Rukia, setting the boom box on the ground. Then he sang, "Walkin' captain style. Captain style. Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk. Walkin' captain style." He repeated it, and Ichigo's eyebrow twitched. The two watching exchanged a look, as the redhead spun past them, trying to draw them into his insane display.

The chorus behind him chanted, "Hey, sexy lady!" as Renji spun around, taking the midget's hands and shouting, "Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk. Walkin' captain style." Ichigo's eyebrow twitched harder, and he glared at the boom box.

Apparently the troupe of celebrants decided that the orangette and his partner were no fun, because just before he smashed the electronic device, Renji snatched it back up, rattling off some sort of second verse about running the Soul Society as a captain. He led the psychotic parade off repeating what was obviously the chorus down the street leaving Ichigo and Rukia behind, bewildered and mildly disturbed.

Ichigo spoke first, "Well, that was…"

"Yeah."

"Did any of the others…?"

Rukia shook her head, "Nope."

"Okay then."

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