The Main Hall

Momo wandered through the front door casually; hearing the door slam behind her. She had just gotten back from her mission when she heard she'd been transfered to Squad 6; Momo wasn't particulalry bothered, she figured her new squad mates might have more sense though, and she'd be further away from Kaiyo; which she wasn't sure was good or bad.

Her black bag slung over her shoulder she sighed; Momo had been given her transfer papers to give to her new Vice Captain but she didn't see any point in searching for anyone. Instead Momo wandered along to find her room; the occasional glance from the other squad members was usual for Momo; her slender figure had become a usual attraction in the 11th squad; but no longer. Momo wandered around for a while before finding an empty room she slung her bag on the floor and lay down; she'd sort things out properly later.

Saroki sighed as she walked into the 6th squad headquarters, she was transfered a few days ago, she kept walking through the hallways, half of her body covered in bandages. She looked at the various rooms, she didn't quite know what she was doing here, as she was given a week off, she sighed and looked at all the other shinigami stareing at her as if she wher some kind of freak, she grew use to this behavior, actually nearly all of the shinigami saw Saroki as a freak, she always returned from her missions with many wounds. So she was usually in some kind of bandage, she kept walking through the hallways hoping to find a class she might get some use out of.

((OOC: acting as a hell butterfly here))

With a small sound of the wings flapping through the air the hell butterfly entered the 6th Squad barracks and landed on the shoulder of it's recipient. The voice of the general commander bellowing into the girl's ear, 'Kanime Saroki, your request for a transfer has been approved effective immediately please report to Ayame fukutaichou in the 2nd Squad barracks'. The black butterfly didn't wait long before flying gently back out the window ready for it's next task.

Saroki's eyes widened as she jumped into the air yelling out "HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!" All of the students in the hall pauseing and stareing at her, Saroki felt the eyes of the studnets and quickly ran out of the building and into the 2nd squad headquarters.

Kajitora pulled his sleeves up and tied them as he exited his room. He strolled down the streets of Squad 6's barracks, contemplating the future of his squad and its members. His young, round, child-like face was stern as he thought grimly. I haven't seen Vice-Captain Jin since that mission against that Bountou(Puppet Masters post). I hope everything is alright. His shining black eyes seemed to catch the light around him and reflect it, giving his eyes an eerie glow. He had been separated from the others when they were apparently losing the battle against the extremely strong opponent.

His feet began to become heavy as he continued to think, maybe I failed him...maybe he is really-no! He is alive, somewhere, I just know it. But I wonder why I can't sense his reiatsu? He readjusted the red katana hilt at his side as he sat down in the middle of the street. He hugged his knees, and buried his head into his knees. His black hair gleamed in the bright sunlight. He had suffered so much from that mission, through having to execute a human (with powers), and then having to watch Shinigami's die. He had never seen such carnage in his days as a Shinigami-some of the horrors he had seen had forced him to seriously think about his position as a Shinigami. He had suffered so much from that mission, but he had grown immensely since then as well. He was just incapable of showing at that moment as silent tears streamed down his face for those he had lost on the battlefield.

Momo walked slowly along the squad 6 barracks, it had seemed awfully quite that morning. With most of the squad off training or on various missions the raven haired woman stepped outside. Standing silently behind another shinigami for a moment, the guy was sitting in the middle of the street, curled up like a little kid. Momo rolled her eyes and sat down next to the guy, if she had nothing else to do she could at least try to talk to someone. 'People say sharing your problems makes them easier to bear' she said to shinigami, in her usual cold tone as she waited for a reply from the apparanately crying shinigami. Momo didn't like crying, too wet.

Kajitora sniffled, as his little head lifted up to meet Momo's eyes. Her hair shined in the twilight as his did and as the dark locks caught his attention, he stopped crying as if mesmerized. He looked back into her eyes and remembered her question. After wiping his face with his sleeve, he answered, "I haven't seen the captain in some time. I think I was too weak to help him before...but I won't give up my search. I'll find him. I'll get stronger, until I can help him-and I'll find him."

Kajitora, in his reckless/childish bravery stood up and dusted himself off. Looking at the twilight of the rising sun reminded him of his samurai days on earth. Maybe, he thought, maybe he is there.