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This morning I had another one of my
The sound of her low black heels echoed on the tile floor as Yoruichi walked down the long, empty hall. The walls were a stark white, made all the more harsh by the flourescent light reflecting on them.
She found herself humming the Imperial Death March, as every echoing step brought her closer to the door at the end of the hall. Why did she even show up for these ridiculous meetings? She knew now that when she walked out of that room, nothing would have changed, save the fact she would have infuriated her superiors a bit more. Especially due to the fact that they confiscated her badge and gun at every meeting, yet she always managed to show up at the next meeting with her gun in its holster, and her badge clipped to her belt. She reached the door to her supervisor's office and knocked, a cocky grin on her face.
Oh well, at least these meetings were never boring. Even if the chief maintained his calm, there was always her replacement to rile up.
The door to the office opened, and Yoruichi found herself face to face with her chief. In one of the two chairs in front of his desk Rikuo, her replacement (and rival) sat, glaring at her. Her smile widened, noting that he was already in a bad mood before they had begun. Perfect.
"Shihouin."
She turned to the Chief. "Sir?" The word never sounded respectful on her tongue.
"What the hell are you wearing!?"
She looked down at herself. Thanks to Urahara's little prank at the dance, she hadn't had time to go home and dress as she usually did for these meetings. Usually, she would dress the part of a professional. It seemed to irritate them further when she refused to act it. Instead, she wore the same ragged white skirt and headscarf of the night before, with a haphazardly buttoned black shirt she had found in the backseat of her car thrown over the red silk band covering her chest. Her eyepatch hung around her neck.
"Is there a problem sir?" she asked, her face blank with innocence.
He glared at her, and motioned for her to sit down as he closed the door. She smirked at her colleague as she took a seat, flashing him a bit of thigh (in addition to the empty flask strapped to it) as she settled into her chair.
The man's face reddened and he immediately started in on the Chief as the man sat down behind his desk. "Sir, this is ridiculous. She is completely unprofessional and should be fired!"
"I completely agree," Yoruichi drawled. "It's making a mockery of the force."
The Chief glared. "Quiet, both of you." He turned his attention to Yoruichi. "Let's make this quick. Are you ready to do your job yet?"
"Absoloutely not. This place isn't nearly as interesting when I'm working," she replied, smiling sweetly
He scowled. "Then this meeting is over."
She faked surprise. "But I've got more witty banter..."
"Get out!" He snapped, shifting his gaze to Rikuo. "You too!"
Yoruichi stood, pushing her chair back. "See you in two weeks," she said, with a little wave to her Chief, who shot one last digusted look at her before wrenching the phone off its cradle.
Rikuo stood as well, following her out. Closing the door to the Chief's office he turned to her. "So you're still not fired. Are you proud of yourself?"
She smirked. "Quite."
Utter contempt was in her eyes as he looked at her. "Your father would be very disappointed in you."
"Well I'd certainly hope so," she replied, turning away from him so he couldn't see her face. "See you in two weeks. That is, if you don't get shot, or usurped, or anything."
They're an absoloute waste of time. But at least I get to push that bastard Rikuo's buttons!
The sound of her low black heels echoed on the tile floor as Yoruichi walked down the long, empty hall. The walls were a stark white, made all the more harsh by the flourescent light reflecting on them.
She found herself humming the Imperial Death March, as every echoing step brought her closer to the door at the end of the hall. Why did she even show up for these ridiculous meetings? She knew now that when she walked out of that room, nothing would have changed, save the fact she would have infuriated her superiors a bit more. Especially due to the fact that they confiscated her badge and gun at every meeting, yet she always managed to show up at the next meeting with her gun in its holster, and her badge clipped to her belt. She reached the door to her supervisor's office and knocked, a cocky grin on her face.
Oh well, at least these meetings were never boring. Even if the chief maintained his calm, there was always her replacement to rile up.
The door to the office opened, and Yoruichi found herself face to face with her chief. In one of the two chairs in front of his desk Rikuo, her replacement (and rival) sat, glaring at her. Her smile widened, noting that he was already in a bad mood before they had begun. Perfect.
"Shihouin."
She turned to the Chief. "Sir?" The word never sounded respectful on her tongue.
"What the hell are you wearing!?"
She looked down at herself. Thanks to Urahara's little prank at the dance, she hadn't had time to go home and dress as she usually did for these meetings. Usually, she would dress the part of a professional. It seemed to irritate them further when she refused to act it. Instead, she wore the same ragged white skirt and headscarf of the night before, with a haphazardly buttoned black shirt she had found in the backseat of her car thrown over the red silk band covering her chest. Her eyepatch hung around her neck.
"Is there a problem sir?" she asked, her face blank with innocence.
He glared at her, and motioned for her to sit down as he closed the door. She smirked at her colleague as she took a seat, flashing him a bit of thigh (in addition to the empty flask strapped to it) as she settled into her chair.
The man's face reddened and he immediately started in on the Chief as the man sat down behind his desk. "Sir, this is ridiculous. She is completely unprofessional and should be fired!"
"I completely agree," Yoruichi drawled. "It's making a mockery of the force."
The Chief glared. "Quiet, both of you." He turned his attention to Yoruichi. "Let's make this quick. Are you ready to do your job yet?"
"Absoloutely not. This place isn't nearly as interesting when I'm working," she replied, smiling sweetly
He scowled. "Then this meeting is over."
She faked surprise. "But I've got more witty banter..."
"Get out!" He snapped, shifting his gaze to Rikuo. "You too!"
Yoruichi stood, pushing her chair back. "See you in two weeks," she said, with a little wave to her Chief, who shot one last digusted look at her before wrenching the phone off its cradle.
Rikuo stood as well, following her out. Closing the door to the Chief's office he turned to her. "So you're still not fired. Are you proud of yourself?"
She smirked. "Quite."
Utter contempt was in her eyes as he looked at her. "Your father would be very disappointed in you."
"Well I'd certainly hope so," she replied, turning away from him so he couldn't see her face. "See you in two weeks. That is, if you don't get shot, or usurped, or anything."
They're an absoloute waste of time. But at least I get to push that bastard Rikuo's buttons!