A/N I thank anyone who has read this. Much appreciated. :]

Huh... I got this out earlier than I thought. :D

Disclaimer – I do not own Bleach.

Warning – Swearing.

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The Taicho of the eighth division, Kyoraku Shunsui, raised his eyebrows in slight shock and lifted his hat over his eyes. Okay...? Well, he expected that he wouldn't be tidy or really care how much it piled up, but this was... just atrocious. He looked to the right and then to the left, furrowing his brows slightly when he noticed some were dated quite a while ago. He looked up, seeing his fellow Taicho sitting in his chair with a tired look in his eyes. Though he had agreed to drink with him for fun, but...

"I see that you are... quite behind on work," Kyoraku said, smiling at the intimidating man. "Is there a reason?"

"I don't want to do it."

Ah, that explained it. Kyoraku rolled his eyes and continued to smile, heading over to one of the files. He picked it up, reading it over and raising his eyebrows when he noticed it was a request from the fourth division. For him to order his subordinates to stop bullying Unohana's subordinates. Scribbled across it was a rather... rude comment. Kyoraku chuckled and furrowed his eyebrows, wondering how furious Unohana would be if she received it. He held it up, showing it to the bored man, seeing him stare at the paper for a moment before he grunted.

"What?"

"Is it really necessary to tell Unohana to," Kyoraku cleared his throat and smiled. "'Fuck off?'"

"Yeah, she won't stop friggin' sendin' those. Nobody's dyin'."

"And from what I know those poor people from the fourth are getting hurt," Kyoraku said, chuckling lightly and setting the form down. "So... do you need help with... this paperwork?"

The Taicho of the eleventh opened his eyes lazily, Zaraki Kenpachi, resting his chin on his palm, glancing around the office to see paperwork piling on every surface. Hell, Kyoraku was hopping from one place to another to avoid hitting a pile and sending it over. He glanced at the couch, or what he assumed was one of the couches, to see his third seat, Madarame Ikkaku, laying down and snoring. Except he couldn't tell if it was him. The paperwork was covering his entire body. He looked back to his drinking buddy, shrugging lightly.

"No,"

"Are you sure?" Kyoraku asked, grabbing another form and raising his eyebrows. "This is someone charging a thousand to your division for drinks?!" He exclaimed, turning to send the man a shocked stare.

"What? Lemme see that," Kenpachi murmured, grabbing the form and looking it over. "...That little bastard."

"Do you know who it is?"

"No, but when I find him he's gonna regret it."

"I wouldn't mind sending one of my subordinates here to help you," Kyoraku paused and looked down, lifting his foot to see... something on his foot. "tidy up."

"Tidy up what?"

"The paperwork," Kyoraku responded, making a face at his foot before he set it back down. "I'm sure your fifth seat has complained."

"Yeah, he's been bitchin' nonstop. Sayin' that if he gets no help he's not going to do shit," Kenpachi said, shrugging lightly with a snort. "Not that I care."

"Great!" Kyoraku yelled, making the intimidating man look at him in confusion when he saw the man grinning. "I will send someone over tomorrow to help clean up this mess. She helps Nanao-chan from time to time if work piles up~!"

Kenpachi grunted.

The voluptuous woman furrowed her brows when she heard stifled coughing... again. She slowly looked up, turning towards the Taicho and sighing when she saw him covering his mouth with his hand. He had tied his scarf tighter around his neck and had it covering his mouth, wrapping his arm around himself and shivering. He shook his head lightly and picked up his brush, letting out a sneeze a second later. She let out a small sigh and let a smile cross her face, turning to smirk at the stubborn Taicho. She told him to go to the fourth division before and he ignored her.

"Taicho," She said, gaining the short man's attention. "You should go get checked out."

"No."

Matsumoto Rangiku's eyes slid shut, shaking her head lightly with a smile. Ah, he was so cute when he resisted until the end. She reopened her eyes, seeing the small Taicho sending her a dark glare, as if knowing what she was thinking. He pointed to her pile of paperwork, silently telling her to get back to work, before he covered his mouth and coughed. He was sick, no doubt about that. But unless he got himself checked out they had no idea how serious it was. It was probably nothing, but he was like this for several days. All he had to so was walk in and walk back out.

"Taicho...!" Matsumoto said, sending the man a pleading stare.

"No, Matsumoto. Go back to work... or start working,"

Hitsugaya Toshiro, Taicho of the tenth division and one of the youngest shinigami to ever become a Taicho. There were benefits to being a prodigy. He sent his fukutaicho a glare, seeing her furrow her eyebrows and send him a worried stare. Oh, no. He frowned and narrowed his eyes, seeing the woman continue to stare at him. God, no. He looked away for a moment before looking back, seeing that her eyes looked misted.

"Fine!" Hitsugaya snapped, turning to send her a dark glare, his frown growing when he saw her grin widely. "After I finish working."

"No," Matsumoto said, standing up and crossing her arms, sending the shocked Taicho a firm stare. "You will go now." She said, seeing the short white-haired male blink in surprise.

"Matsumoto, I have no time for this—"

"No time? Taicho, you have three or four more forms left! That's enough work for today," Matsumoto said, narrowing her eyes dangerously when he continued to stay where he was, seeing him pull his scarf up. "I mean it, Taicho."

"Matsumoto, you seem to forget who the Taicho here is." Hitsugaya said, shaking his head lightly and reaching out to grab his brush... only to grab air.

He paused and looked to where he left his brush, seeing it was not where he had left it. He looked around his desk, frowning for a moment before he shot his fukutaicho a stare that said he was not amused. The look on Matsumoto's face said she was not playing around. They stared at each other, both glaring at the other, waiting for the other to back down. The staring contest finished when Hitsugaya suddenly started sneezing, glaring at the voluptuous woman when a satisfied look crossed her face that said, "See?"

"Fine," Hitsugaya ground out, standing up and sending his fukutaicho a scowl as he stalked towards the door. "I expect my brush back on that table when I return."

"Yes, sir." Matsumoto said, a satisfied smile crossing her face.

Hitsugaya grumbled quietly as he walked down the hallways, trying to stop his blasted coughing. He was fine. His zanpakuto may use ice as its power, but that did not mean he did not get sick like everyone else. If only it could prevent that. He ignored the people bowing down to him, waving his hand dismissively when someone stepped right in front of him to give him a bow. He was fine enough to work, that's what he said at the meeting yesterday. Nobody said anything. Except Zaraki just had to make that comment about sending kids to bed when they're sick. The fool was grinning the entire time with so much amusement in his eyes.

After that Hirako and Kyoraku started teasing him, as well.

Bastards.

The redhead furrowed his tattooed eyebrows slightly and looked up from his desk, seeing the usually stoic Taicho staring outside the window. The fukutaicho of the sixth division, Abarai Renji, let out a soft sigh and looked back down to the forms on his desk. Every couple of hours or so the Taicho would look outside the window, which was very unusual for the man. But working for him as long as he has Renji was able to tell why he was acting out of character. He turned his head and looked at the date, shaking his head lightly.

The anniversary of his wife's death was coming soon.

Two weeks. Renji bit his lip before he turned his head towards the Taicho, seeing that he was going back to work. Kuchiki Byakuya, the twenty-eighth head of the Kuchiki clan and the current Taicho of the sixth division. Pretty amazing man. Mastered his Bankai, strong, and hell, probably one of the most popular men in the Seireitei. Renji smirked lightly before he cleared his throat, seeing Byakuya's eyes snap towards him at the same time his hand stopped.

"Uh, Kuchiki Taicho, I can," Renji shrugged lightly, seeing the stoic man continue to stare at him. "I can take over the paperwork, if you want." He offered.

"I am fine, Renji," Byakuya said, sending his fukutaicho an intense stare. "You will not be able to handle this all by yourself."

"Yeah, you're tellin' me." Renji said, patting the pile of paperwork on his desk with a scowl.

Though he had to scowl when the Taicho obviously said he couldn't handle something as simple as paperwork. He read over the form, looking up when Byakuya stood up. He stared at him questioningly, quirking a brow when he walked towards the door and stopped right in front of it. The Taicho turned his head and stared at him with a hard look on his face.

"You may take a ten minute rest, Renji," Byakuya said, sliding the door open and stepping outside.

Renji's jaw dropped. A ten minute rest? He rubbed his forehead and shook his head lightly, leaning on his desk with a small frown on his face. The Taicho was being generous... Sure, since he was his fukutaicho they trusted each other, but the Taicho never took any breaks from work. Renji let out a small sigh and glanced at the door, pushing himself up and heading for the exit. He might as well get something to drink. As soon as he walked outside he turned his head to the right, scowling when he saw a group of women surrounding the irritated Taicho.

Dammit! They can do that to anyone, just not the Taicho during this time!

He stomped over towards them, pushing his way through the crowd and snapping at them all to go back to work. Byakuya turned his head and sent the group a glare, seeing them widen their eyes and pale before they turned and scampered off. Renji crossed his arms and snorted, glaring after the group. This is a time for mourning for the man, not a time for... well, whatever they had in mind. He turned around, furrowing his brows when he saw the Taicho walking down the hallway.

"...Rukia should've been here." Renji murmured, glaring at the wall with a scowl.

She had a mission in the World of the Living, during the time of her sister's anniversary. She told Byakuya that she wouldn't go but he insisted that he would not keep her from her duty and told her to go. Those two had gotten close after the Aizen fiasco. If Rukia was there she could snap him out of his funk... probably. He shook his head lightly and turned, walking down the hallway to head to the mess hall. The Taicho should have something to do to keep his mind off of the fact that it was getting close to that date.

Like fishing... No, he'd never go for that.

Renji continued down the hallway, which was surprisingly in the same direction the Taicho was going. He narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the man's back, rubbing his chin with a small frown on his face. He looked up with a grin before slowly shaking his head. Nah, he'd never go for hiking in the mountains. Or would he...? No, he wouldn't. He let out a frustrated yell and glared ahead. Why was it so hard? He needs to find something for the Taicho to do so he can suggest it and see if he'll do it!

It shouldn't be that hard... right?

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Author's Note

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Ta da~! :D

Okay, I thought this over last night and wrote it out as quickly as I could before I forgot it. :D I would really like your feedback on this and see if it's good enough. And if you don't like it, then screw you and get the hell out of here. I kid, of course, but seriously, don't like it, then don't read it. That's what I do when I read stories. I mean, seriously, there was this on story with this woman that was so friggin' insecure of herself I could just not read it anymore. DX I'm attempting to, since I'm very curious. I just have to look for it; I forgot what it's called. XD

And nobody recommended any funny stories... sucks. XP I read this one story, amazingly not associated with Bleach, and I was just laughing one chapter after another. XD Ah, I still love it. X3

And please! No people saying, "This story sucks!" 'cause really, that's just way too immature. Oh! That reminded me, I actually find it a little funny that some "Guest" reviewers are actually getting gutsy and putting stories down. Seriously, like almost every story I read I'd go check out the reviews('Cause I'm like that) there'd be a few anonymous reviews that put the story down. 'Course I can't find it in myself to do that, 'cause when I review I automatically sign in. XD

Another thing, the word, "Also," has seriously pissed me off. There was this one story I read and every couple of paragraphs or so, or even a couple sentences that word was there! D: So, that story ruined the word for me. XD I'm serious! Every time I read a story now, when I see the word, "Also," I just instantly get irritated. XP So, that story sucked.

"Also", no flames! Let's be mature, people!

And yes, I use short names 'cause I easily forget long names. XP Who knows, maybe I'll up the maturity. Nudge, nudge, wink wink... XD

August 20, 2012