Waking Up Sunday [Yukiko/OPEN]

The Urahara Shoten. Arguably one of the greatest spiritual influencing structures in the World of the Living. And home to none other than Kisuke Urahara himself. The manager inside lay lazily on the counter, his head propped up onto his hand, and his bucket hat pulled down to cover his eyes as he dozed gently. Or so it seemed, at least. For a while, Urahara had been waiting for his "guest" to retain consciousness, as she was currently occupying one of the spare bedroom's, but it seemed that the wounds she succumbed to were greater than he thought. Of course, Urahara, being the gentle man he is, patched her up, for entirely NON-perverted reason's. When she woke up, in fact, she would find her clothes had been replaced. She was still lacking a shirt, but her bottom half was covered in loose, baggy sweat-pants.

Urahara yawned, seeming to be snapped from his nap. He idly wondered when his other 'guest' would be back. She had left a while ago without a word, and he was curious about what was going on. Though, he already more than likely knew the answer to what she was doing.

"Mnnmm..." Soft mumbling could be heard if one were listening closely, as the recovering Yukiko Shimizu snuggled the sheets of the bed around herself. She had been dreaming of explosions and rockets and candy for some reason, but that had stopped some time ago. Right now she was in the state between sleep and wakefulness, still mostly unaware of the peculiar situation she had found herself in. Five more minutes.

The Visored girl eventually did come to her senses some time later, rising from the bedding she had been placed in, blanket falling to her waist. She did not register much of anything about whether her hakama had been changed, but was more interested in where exactly she was. Standing slowly after letting out a yawn, Yukiko spotted her sheathed Zanpakutou resting against the wall. She replaced the spirit sword at her back where it belonged before moving to explore her new surroundings.

Soon after she had begun to look around the homely residence she had found herself in, the Visored girl stumbled across the storefront. She could see the Shinigami from before, and likely, he knew she had awoken. "Why did you..."

Footsteps, and he heard it. What he had been listening for. At least, one of the thing's he had been listening for. His "visitor" was finally awake. He listened as her footsteps echoed through the relatively empty house, getting louder as she came to the store-front. Listening, he stayed perfectly still, having found a comfortable position to lay on the counter in. He heard her come in, and begin to talk.

"Save your life? Because you helped me a little bit, so I might as well have." He said, finishing her sentence for her, and following up with an answer. He yawned, as he tipped his hat up a little bit, so his eyes were at least revealed, though most of the rest of his upper face was still shadowed.

The door to the shop shot open, way too much force behind it. Vlasta had decided she was never stepping foot into the street again or else some of these people were going to get killed. The way they looked at her....it just pissed her off. But then again....what was there that didn't make Wrath angry?

"Has anything happened?" she sighed out, hunching over slightly. The sin looked exhausted. True she had taken most of her anger out on a not so lucky pet but it wasn't exactly difficult for her to becoming a trembling mess once again. It was practically her signature. She leaned against the door frame, her eyes set on the floor though such a detail was hard to see behind her fallen bangs. Her breathing was a bit off, making it clear how close she had come to yelling and likely decapitating some one, also making it clear how hard it was for her to resist.

But then she finally look up...and saw...

"What the hell is this?!" She became stiff, staring toward to back of the shop with wide, blue eyes filled with question. And that question was then replaced by rage. "This is how you've been spending your time?! There's a serious matter at hand and you go and find yourself a woman?! What is wrong with your head?! Do you even have the capability of thought?!" she slammed to door shut behind her, the wood easily splitting from the impact. Here she was trying so hard not to ruin things for the plan to get in contact with shinigami and this man had brought home some woman. Some woman who was completely topless. It was easy to jump to the conclusion she did. Honestly she wouldn't put it past the man to go out and get himself a girl every night. She wasn't having that..

She balled her fists up, deadly intent upon her face as her features scrunched up in rage. "You're lucky I need you" she grumbled. Even though she needed him that didn't mean she could beat him within an inch of his life. It seemed appropriate. "And as for you" her harsh gaze lifted up to the girl, hatred clear. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she could tell the other girl wasn't just some human. That didn't make her fate change at all though. How badly Vlasta wanted to rip her limb from limb and burn whatever shreds of recognizable flesh was left. For the moment though, she instead lashed out at a shelf, ripping it straight form the wall with no effort as it set fire in her hold. She threw it into the floor, leaving a good dent in ti and several cracks. Her hands clutched open air, needing something to squeeze and shred but her need to keep a good image stopped her from attack the only two living things in sight.

If Yukiko wore too little clothing, Vlasta wore too much. That was her first real impression, as she had waltzed in right after Urahara's statement. How was she supposed to take that anyway? Weren't most people out to get her? She was not used to the whole...hospitality thing. Speaking of which, that concept seemed to be thrown to the wayside as far as this other woman was concerned.

Then she was implied to somehow be in relations with the man she had assisted. Yukiko promptly put a little bit of distance between them in a crude attempt to dispel whatever illusions Vlasta seemed to hold. When the heated lecture was shifted to her, she fought the urge to react impulsively. For one, this person was not attacking her...yet. So that had to mean she was fine for a few seconds. She lashed out at a misfortunate piece of furniture, but to her credit, she stayed her hand when it came to Yukiko. She was more puzzled by this than she was defensive.

"Why..." She breathed out, barely acknowledging the situation for what it was or the question asked of her. "Why do you stay your hand?" Her eyes were filled with nothing but disbelief as the sum of events both the day before and now came to her. Why was she not running for her life now?

Urahara lazily turned his head to the door, upon hearing it crash open. The look on Yukiko's face before he moved his attention away suggested shock at being treated hospitably, but what was Urahara, if not hospitable? Don't answer that. He moved his eyes from the woman's body, to the other women that he held in front of him. Vlasta Kral; his temporary roommate. Which reminded him, shouldn't he have contacted Soul Society by now? Nah. He always did things on his own time. It's fine. He frowned when his shelf was ripped off the wall, and a dent was caused in the floor. That would be money he would have to spend to have it fixed. What a shame.

"I'm plenty capable of thought. In fact, I'm thinking of nacho's right now. They sound rather delicious." He said, a small hint of a smile evident on his face, as he watched the fuming woman before him. He looked to the Visored, who looked rather surprised she wasn't being torn to pieces. How curious. "No need to get jealous now, Vlasta-kun. She's a lady I picked up off the streets." He said, adding the title "kun" at the end to poke at Vlasta a little bit more, along with the jive about jealousy. Now that he thought about it, what he said was way worse than what he had meant. "I mean, I found her unconscious." He said, before he did a mental facepalm, as putting it that way, it didn't really sound much better. . "Just... she can explain, or something." He mumbled, as he looked off into another part of the room, watching both of the female's reactions and interactions. He pulled the brim of his hat down once more, to make it more difficult to tell what he was thinking, or where he was looking. Yes, things were certainly going to be very interesting.

Vlasta could tell the girl was looking so surprised because she wasn't currently being ripped to shreds by Vlasta's claws. "Don't give me such a dumb look" she barked, about to storm forward and really take care of her before she stopped herself after just a single step, growling lowly and doubling over to take some control of herself. "I have my own reasons that don't concern you" the sin growled, her glares ten times stronger than before. Reducing the girl to ashes probably wasn't good for her image. So instead she clenched her fists even more, being gad her flesh was covered in the metal of her gauntlets or else she was sure she'd currently be cutting her hands to pieces. She let out hissing deep breaths, black flames being released from her mouth again in small amounts, none yet large enough to reach another surface before they burned out....for now.

Then of course that man spoke. What the hell were nachos? why was that even what she was paying attention. "What is wrong with you?!" she shouted, standing up straight with sky hued eyes filled with disbelief. Much to her misfortune Kisuke wasn't quite done yet. "And what's with that?! I am not jealous! There is not a thing to be jealous about you fool!!" she was seething now. The flames continued to roll off her tongue, something she was steadily losing control of. "Don't call me that so easily either you got it?!" she roared, knowing Vlasta-kun was used just to further mock her. She really wondered if he had any idea just how dangerous she really was. Of course he did... but for whatever reason he just couldn't seem to stop talking, which he should have done while he was ahead.

Picked her up off the streets? What?! Her jaw simply dropped at that. Did he even know what he was saying? It sounded like her was right there admitting to her accusations despite their falseness. She closed her mouth, setting it in a deep straight line of disapproval. That was not the right answer. She was unconscious? That only made it sound worse! What was wrong with this man?! Though she gave him some credit for giving up after so many failed attempts, instead pushing the wrath of the woman onto the girl.

Vlasta looked to her for some kind of answer. She didn't have to speak for it to be clear what she wanted from the visored. She wanted an answer. An answer that wasn't completely ridiculous sounding. She stared the girl down, her eyes not even blinking. It was clear though that her shoulders wee trembling and that she was reaching a new limit. Small flames were likely noticeable now as they seemed to come from the depths of the black fur of her dress, no more than an inch high, but still a clear warning sign, like the fuse to a bomb.

Yukiko would normally have run out by now, or at least began to defend herself. For whatever reason, she was not under attack yet, and she wanted to know exactly why. Had she been so detached from the world that she did not understand hospitality anymore? Yes. Yes she had.

"I...this man, I never did get your name, he was fighting with an Arrancar that was destroying the city...I just helped him out a bit." Just now noticing the bandages covering her still healing wounds, Yukiko figured more needed to be said. "I guess he ended up helping me more. Sorry...I haven't had any real rest in a long time." Yukiko had been constantly traveling for many days on end, always having to look over her shoulder while out in the open land of Hueco Mundo. Rest was scarce, and not always a luxury. Hollows could manage by consuming Reishi and each other, but Yukiko was forced to find food elsewhere. In the human world. She never got any before getting involved in that skirmish.

When the woman before her began seething, she instinctively placed herself behind the man who had apparently rescued her. If he was as strong as he seemed to be in that fight, he was probably the only one who could keep an unwarranted attack on her person from this woman at bay. She had no recovered completely, and was in no condition to fight. From the looks of this newcomer and the way she spoke, she was in no condition to flee either.

As Vlasta seemed to become even angrier and angrier at Urahara's jabs at her, the man underneath the bucket hat smiled even wider, becoming boisterously loud for a second. "Hey now. That's no way to treat a guest! Come come. We should all have lunch together, since we're all here. I'm sure you're very hungry after sleeping for two days, naked lady, and I'm sure you're hungry after your exercise, Vlasta..." he said, resisting the urge to say it. But that was it. He couldn't hold himself back. "-kun." It came out, barely louder than a whisper, though Yukiko and Vlasta would have been able to hear it. He looked directly in Vlasta's eyes for a few seconds, before sitting up and hopping off the counter. He gently picked up a fallen piece of candy at Vlasta's feet, standing up, staring her straight in the eyes, before turning and opening it. As he walked down the hallway, he began to eat it, wondering how mad he had truly made Vlasta by now.

Vlasta blinked at the answer she received from the topless girl, figuring that it did sort of make sense in a way. She was wrapped up in bandages...and looked rather tired...and it wasn't like she hadn't sensed all the fighting going on... So it seemed the story checked out enough. Even still why in the world was she walking around with no shirt, showing off far too much skin? It was inappropriate in every sense of the word. Though when the girl hid behind Kisuke a thought went through her mind. 'That pervert probably doesn't mind it at all...' There was a twitch of her eye at that. What an indecent man she was stuck with. An indecent man who was talking...yet again.

Lunch? How could he talk about having a relaxing lunch? From what she could tell the man had made no progress in contacting the Soul Society. If he had they were have shown there faces when hearing of such an urgent manner. and he wanted to have lunch?!

That was a thought of the past though when she heard her name. Something had been cut off there. He was holding back that suffix, and she knew it. Vlasta gave him a harsh warning glance that told him he would soon regret it if he finished it. Of course, the man just couldn't help himself. Vlasta opened her mouth to scream in rage but could feel the flames forming in her throat, growing stronger. She'd burn the whole place down. She brought her hands up to her face, gripping over her mouth slightly with pressure put on the right areas so she wouldn't cut her fair skin. She let out a deep, uncontrolled breaths into her hand, feeling the metal heat up under her breath. Thankfully, for the shop owner, she managed to keep her mind in control. She glared at him when he looked at her, picking up that candy. How much she hated him right then. How much she hated having to keep control of the body that was threatening to betray her and rip apart her best link tot the soul society.

"You want lunch then? So be it." she growled, watching he back as he went down the hall. she straightened her back, standing as tall as she could, which was indedd frighteningly tall for a woman, retaking the aura of the royalty she proclaimed herself as. "After this I won't go along with your games Mr.Urahara. If you don't contact them I'll have to make you" her voice was serious, as was her face. She meant buisness for that moment. She couldn't wait any longer.

None the less though when she took in a deep breath of air through her knows her shoulders visibly loosened up, though she still appeared extremely tense all around. She could but on a calm face but on the inside she was snapping. Her vision was tainted with red from anger. Ever nerve in her body was fighting against her to just kill all living beings within the radius of 100 miles, hoping that maybe then she'd have some relief. It was tempting but in the end the reward for her suffering was going to be so much sweeter. So with a dull look she followed the man, shooting a glance at Yukiko as she walked by. Her lip turned into a scowl for a moment as she did so. The girl was like a savage walking around in such attire. She shook her head, not caring that she was making her distaste all too clear. It wasn't like the girl could do anything.

Yukiko couldn't understand what it was that had so angered the guest she was apparently sharing a building with, but she figured some people were just like that. At least she wasn't being attacked on sight. That in mind, she loosened up a bit, her shoulders having gone stiff from expecting a confrontation. Even when Vlasta seemed be about to spout fire, she controlled herself well enough to prevent any accidents, or whatever would have happened, to her credit.

Urahara had somewhat defused the situation with an invitation for lunch. That sounded good, she had so little to eat recently. At the thought, her stomach growled, and Yukiko reflexively placed a hand over it. So distracted was she by this hunger now that she completely missed Vlasta's apparent show of dominance by way of height comparison; a futile attempt if there ever was one, as Yukiko stood a towering seven feet.

Deciding food was more important than conspiracy at the moment, the Visored girl turned to follow Urahara wherever it was he was leading them.

"Make me...? I like the sound of that." He said, making a sexual innuendo that he doubted wouldn't go over Vlasta's, and maybe Yukiko's, head. He knew they were intelligent enough, he just didn't doubt for a second such things with double-meaning's would go over their head. No matter. It was a small joke. No reason to waste gray matter on it. Urahara walked to the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge. "You two seat yourselves. I'll be right out." He called out, passing by the new mahogany table. He should have just patched up the old one. Some wood glue, or boards nailed in underneath, would have done it fine. But nope, he had the money, so why not buy a brand new one for her to break?

He opened the refrigerator door, reaching in to grab a plate that seemed to have been pre-made for just the occasion. They were simple sandwhiches, cut into triangles. He turned, closing the door with his foot, as he smiled that same carefree smile that he knew annoyed Ms. Kral so much. He set platter on the table, before going back to the kitchen. "Sandwhiches are out, if anyone's hungry." The room was relatively large, and the fact it connected to the kitchen made it much nicer. There was a counter-top between the two, but it was open, so they could see what he was doing as he went back in. Turns out, he was just filling the tea canister so as to provide some refreshments. He idly wondered if such a thing would help the Sin of Wrath mellow out some, as it did so many others. But then, just as quickly he decided her temper was more of a random thing that came and went with her emotions.

Putting the hot water on to boil, he turned back to the room, and remembered Yukiko's lack of a shirt. "Yukiko, not that I mind the partial nudity, if you would like, we've got many shirts here. I'm sure I could find one to fit you." He said, laughing awkwardly shortly after, as he walked to the head of the table, and merely stood, placing his hands in the sleeves of his haori.

Oh double meanings were not something unknown to her. she caught on immediately and was once again glad her hands were protected by armor, her fingers clenching a bit too tightly. "I swear....I'm going to...If I get the chance you're..." Vlasta just couldn't seem to form an entire sentence. Each time she tried words caught in her throat that had become suddenly tight and stiff. She uncleched her hands, letting her shoulders relax as her face seemed to dull out some. The forced straight line of her lips though made it clear that she was straining to remain calm. She was doen giving him that satisfaction. Kisuke was having far too much fun mocking her so she was just going to have to put an end to that. At least that was the plan. She knew better than any such a plan would only hold strong for twenty minutes if she was that lucky.

For now though she held her tongue, determination clear as she strode as calmly as she could into the room they were lead to. She took the same seat she had used before, noting the new table, remembering the fate the last one had met. Jut to remind Kisuke she placed her hand upon it, digging her claws in just slightly to leave miniscule scratches that would be unnoticable had he not watched her do it. It was like a warning for him to try and do this world some good and control himself so she didn't cause the destruction of this entire blasted country.

When the sandwiches were brought out she eyed them curiously. She hadn't really seen any meal that looked quite so scrawny and pale. She was far more used to feasts of several meats, basically al meats, and wines, just like the royalties of her past would have. These little triangle pieces of bread were a strange thing to her. None the less she picked one up, not making it hard to see that the queen wasn't pleased as she bit into it. It had flavor but it was hardly to her superior tastes. If something was to be such poor quality it could at least have a nice meatly feeel, like ripping flesh, but no. These little food triangles didn't even offer that. They were soft and her teeth pierced them with no troubles. How unappealing.

"Please do find one of those shirts, Girl" she muttered as she set the sandwich down, done with it after a few bites. Her blue eyes lifted to the visored, again show her unappreciative manner to the girl'd attire, or lack there of. She wasn't some pervert like Kisuke after all. Her face was slightly scrunched up now in disgust. She didn't approve in the slightest of the girl before her in any way. She was a woman who believed in the proper things in life and here Yukiko was ignoring them in the most insulting way. It was wearing on her thin nerves. And she hardly cared if she was insulting the girl back with her nasty look. She wasn't going to pull anything. If she did then Vlasta would get some stress relief and Kisuke would have to clean up the mess and likely buy yet another new table.

The woman didn't like her, that much was clear, but going by her interactions with Urahara, as was apparently his name, she didn't like anyone. Yukiko decided to let things go for now and enjoy the food she had been offered. When the subject of shirts was brought up, she had a look of confusion on her face. "I don't usually bother with them...it's easier to fight without one." Then the angry one chimed in with comments of her own that, while sounding none too pleasant, weighed in at little more concern to her than anything else; she was angry since Yukiko met her without variance, so she doubted anything would really please her. "If it's a problem, I suppose..."

Further pursuit of the subject would lead to Urahara and Vlasta finding out that the concept of shame in her appearance was incomprehensible to Yukiko. As far as she was concerned, sleeves only hindered her sword swings, and chest coverings only impeded her ability to feel the tide of battle. Common decency had long since stopped having meaning to her; there was none to be found in the unforgiving realm of Hueco Mundo. Hollows did not care what you looked like, only how good you tasted. The only reason she even wore pants was because they had never been torn beyond simple repair.

Urahara was having much too fun with this. He gently reached down and grabbed one of the triangles, that he could tell Vlasta was not too pleased with. He took a single bite out of one as he watched Vlasta scratch his new table, and walked back to the kitchen, chewing and taking bites whenever he was done chewing and swallowing the last. He grabbed the kettle when he was finished, opening the top. It seemed like he didn't care about the table at all! Which he didn't, but still. He did hate spending money though. Call him cheap, but two tables in a single week was going to be too much. He tossed in the tea leaves, and let it boil for a little bit longer, taking out three cups from the cupboards. "So, has something got you in a particularly bad mood today? Or am I just that infuriating today?" He asked nonchalantly, as he walked from the kitchen, and started towards a room in the hallway. He opened the door, listening for the reply, only once letting a small chuckle emerge from him, having to have a nonchalant charade for so long. He found this wildly hilarious, but knew that laughing would only make it worse.

He grabbed a shirt that hardly covered Yukiko more than being bare did. It was low-cut, and seemed rather small. It was one of his ex-employee's shirts, and she was known to dress.... well, it was the definition of a hussie if he had ever heard of it. He walked back out, placing it on the table, as he walked back to the kitchen. He grabbed the kettle once more, and began pouring the tea into three different clay cups. He placed a lid on the spout of the kettle, before bringing the cups out, and setting three of them on the table. He sat down at one end of the table, away from the two females. He tilted his head, so his hat would fall just a little bit; just enough to cover his eyes, so he could inspect, and know if he was being inspected. Silently, he sipped at the hot brew, appearing as if in thought.

((The tag said open... Hope you don't mind an employee popping in...))

Dusting himself off as he entered the shop's vicinity, Akio tried to make himself look at least semi-presentable. Given that he had just had to fight off two Hollows and an extremely persistent salesman, it was inevitable that his clothes be dirtied, but he didn’t think it mattered much. Few people ever came to the shop to actually buy something, as it was usually just the odd Shinigami stopping by. Even then, the most attention they ever paid to the boy stacking shelves or manning the counter was when he was asked where Urahara was. Still, he took his job at least somewhat seriously, though you likely would not be able to gather this, given that he spent most of his time flipping through some magazine or other while leaning lazily on the counter.

“Sorry I’m late, sir. Had a bit of a Hollow problem on the way.”
Though he had called out, it took Akio a few seconds to realise nobody was listening. He looked about the front of the store, but if he was there, then Akio didn’t see him. The boy wouldn’t have put it against the man to be hiding somewhere, waiting to deliver some kind of punishment for his lateness, however. He hadn’t worked for him for long, but in the time he had, he had pretty much grown to expect anything and everything from the funny man in the funny hat, and thought he was prepared for anything the man could throw at him. Apart from steel pans. Those always seemed to get him, and when he was least expecting them. He wasn’t even sure it was Urahara who kept dropping them on him, but it was doing his head in. In both senses of the phrase.

“Sir?”
Having found no sign of his employer being in the any area he had checked so far, he sighed, and decided to look in the store. He had glanced at a clock on the way, and given a rough estimate of how long the remainder of the journey took, he figured the man was likely having lunch in the back of the store, making light of someone else’s plight, while sabotaging his guest’s food and/or drink. He’d caught his friends doing it on more than one occasion, and saw Urahara as having a level of maturity just about similar to them.

“Ah, there you are. My apologies for being late, I ran into… Some… Hollows…”
Though he maintained a straight face and a neutral tone of voice, the dirtied teenager at the door still let his speech trail off, now proven wrong. Something Urahara had done – or, something Akio thought he had done – had surprised him. Not appalled, or intrigued him, but surprised him. Still, though it was generally frowned upon to chide an employer for something, Akio thought it necessary that someone tell him. He had guessed his violent guest had already done so, but he was still wondering if anyone had shot him in the face yet. “With respect, sir, there’s a time and a place for this sort of thing.”

It was fairly obvious what he was referring to, and it wasn't the sandwiches.

Vlasta took one more bite of the sandwich before finally giving up hope. She couldn't eat these things. She tossed it down back to the plate, making it clear she wanted nothing more to do with the soft meal. It was unsettling in her stomach. She leaned forward on the table, resting her head in her hand. She hardly cared about showing all of her manners. This wasn't a royal feast nor was it in the presence of anyone all that mannerly anyway, in her eyes at least. So she resumed making tiny scratches in the table, not really in any pattern, just following different lines to not make them too deep. At least that was the plan at first. Then words....

The sin slowly turned her head to watch Kisuke in the kitchen, her brow twitching as she fought to not bare her teeth in a snarl. Her bangs were casting a terrifying shadow down on her face and her glare was almost glowing with anger. "Oh no I'm just peachy..." she growled. Even she knew of sarcasm it seemed. The woman just wasn't any good at it. She knew this but still she didn't make that fact known. he was sure the man would make some remark about her being in such a great mood with that annoying smile. Her head dropped and she massaged her forehead with her palm. This was exhausting. Truly Exhausting.

Much to her relief though, Kisuke did one pleasing thing. She looked past her hand, noticing he had gotten a shirt for the other female. 'Finally' She thought to herself. At least there would be one less problem. Though just barely. The shirt looked about the size of a dish rag. It wouldn't cover much of anything once Yukiko put it on. Better than nothing though? It didn't seem that way. She sent a glare Kisuke's way, showing disapproval. "Nothing a bit less fit for a prostitute?" she muttered, casting her gaze to the shirt again, shaking her head. She was halfway sure if it were up to that men both Yukiko and herself would be clad in only skimpy bikinis and would be scrubbing the floors of his shop with lots of soapy bubbles everywhere....Everywhere. Meanwhile he would be doing his best to get those bubble in those everywhere places, getting the two of them to try and get the soapy water off of each other, touch Everywhere, deep blushes over their faces. The perv... She watched him sip his tea, her lip twitching with the sick feeling in her stomach. She was almost positive her was having some kind of gross fantasy about now. So disdainful.

Vlasta took in a deep breath, slowing raising her head again. Just as she did some kid showed up at the door. 'Oh god another one... Dread hit her hard. She couldn't take anymore contact with new people. How badly she just wanted to fold over and bury her head in her arms on the table. However she didn't do so, just simply glaring at the newcomer as some kind of display of power, as if it wasn't already obvious. "Who's the kid? She asked, turning her glance to Kisuke once more, not bothering to start showing respect. It was only a matter of time before the redhead infuriated her too. He just seemed the type....the type being basically the entire populations of Hell, The living world, and soul society. It wasn't an exclusive club...at all...