The new fukutaichō - or, Yamamoto's idea of a joke.

[soul_scatter]

Kuchiki Byakuya could still hear it ringing in his ears. "Howl Zabimaru!" Then, the long awaited "Bankai!"Abarai Renji had shown a great deal of aptitude during his taishu - Captain proficiency test

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[dreadpiratekurt]

Spiritual pressure. Hollows. Soul Swords that had names and spoke inside his mind. The past four weeks had been a blur of testing and revisiting old wounds not quite healed.

This was all Logan's realm, one that Kurt had only drifted at the edges of and now was thrust directly into the middle. All because of a sudden appearance of one Ichimaru Gin.

Crash course was the understatement of the verdammt year.

He'd passed some test, or a series of tests, some sort of team leader's exam but had asked for further training. Yamamoto agreed and he found himself kneeling outside the door of his new Captain, Kuchiki Byakuya.

He was never going to be able to properly pronounce that name.

Kurt slid the door open and flowed to his feet, his awkwardness hidden behind pupiless golden eyes and a soft accent tinged voice, "Captain Kuchiki, I've been assigned as your fukutaichō. My name is Kurt." He bowed and hoped he hadn't mangled the language too badly and managed to not blow his ever unruly bangs from his face. "It is an honor, Kuchiki-sama."

[soul_scatter]

He'd been expecting Madarame. He wouldn't have blinked at Kurosaki, even. This, however, surprised him. His mask cracked just the tiniest bit to allow both eyebrows to rise slightly.

Only centuries of self-control made him stay in his seat and not rise and bow to the member of the Royal Household at his door.

Yamamoto had a cruel sense of humor.

"Sit." He retreated back behind the taichō that he was. "You are new to the Seireitei." A statement, but wanting an answer. He was going to kill Yamamoto for this.

[dreadpiratekurt]

Gray eyes. Gray eyes in a perfect face. His new Captain's face was so unreadable and so still, he could have been carved from marble. Kurt sank to the floor, taking the uncomfortable kneeling position of a good Japanese subordinate and draped his tail across his lap, keenly aware of his alien appearance in this Edo Japan Other World. "Yes, taicho." He offered a small smile, then his brow furrowed, "You did not expect me as your new fukutaichō."

No wonder Yamamoto-sensei had seemed so amused. "I passed the Captains test but ...I asked to serve as a fukutaichō as I have very little experience in, ah, Soul Society...things."

Like everything.

[soul_scatter]

Passing the Captain's exam got a raised eyebrow from the Kuchiki. He'd known there was another one taking place, but not who was taking it.

A member of the Royal House as his fukutaichō. He needed to tell Misa, and possibly get drunk with Ukitake.

"You will learn." Another statement, but Kuchiki had his doubts about such a thing. "Do you have questions?"