Grounds of Eleventh Division

Ikkaku blinked along with over half of the division as the ‘tiny’ woman just waved a hand and their awesome giant captain went flying. “That’s going to be some work to fix,” he muttered. As the group started whispering, he squared his shoulders and stood up. “Oi numbskulls! Get off your asses and start cleaning. Carry the knocked out over to Yumi to look at-”

“Why me?”

Ikkaku rolled his head to the fifth seat who had just passed the gate, decked in a red and black kimono. “If you have a complaint, then why don’t you keep your eyes forward instead of getting distracted by a pretty face!” he barked. “You’re back. You’re going to work!”

Yumichika chuckled and rolled up his sleeves. “I suppose it can’t be helped, but what I am doing is important - I’ll have you know.”

Ikkaku scoffed. And then slowly approached the woman. Damn, she was a looker, but on the other hand, she kind of reminded him of a grown-up Yachiru. That looks could be deceiving and she would dice him. He rubbed the back of his head. “Um… He’s not really a talker, our captain. If there’s something you need, I can help out. I think.”

Ikkaku snickered. “Now that’s cruel, milady, propositioning more than one man at the same time.  Are you asking us to fight over you for some kind of big prize?” He grinned and leaned closer to her. “And what is it that you have come for and wish one of us to help you with? Killing a demon? Wrecking Las Noches?” He stood again, lifted his spear over his shoulder. “Well~?  It has to be good for you to harass our king like that." 

"Harassing is a bit much," Yumichika chuckled from his place behind them.  He inspected a head injury.  "Send this one to Kotetsu.  The rest can rest up and learn to deal with the pain."  He turned to Ikkaku and the lady.  Curious for her answer as well. 

Ikkaku's eyes rolled to him.  "I get first dibs, Yumi.  Finders keepers." 

“An Eva?” Ikkaku muttered. “What’s that?”

“Are you saying that is what you would call a child that was a hybrid of a god and shinigami?” Yumichika asked quietly.

The goddess nodded slowly.

Ikkaku looked to his friend. “I knew that.”

“Becoming slower in the head after being tossed around, Ikkaku-san~?” Yumichika purred. He looked back to the goddess. “Besides the joyous event of joining with you, what is it that you wish of your partner?” he asked. “And why approach our barbaric captain?”

“Barbaric? Oi, Yumi-”

“Oh, come off it,” Yumichika interrupted. “Our captain would laugh and take it as a badge of honor, and you know it.” Ikkaku stuttered, and he smiled. “You just wish you had spoken to the lady.”

As Ikkaku started snickering, Yumichika’s lips twitched further in his own amusement. He bowed to the goddess. “I apologize, my dear, but this really isn’t the right division for raising children. With a few rare exceptions, even the women here would think of training the little one first before the much longer task of raising it. A child would be seen as a burden or a weakness in most of their eyes.”

He looked to where their captain laid sprawled out. “But then again, there’s little ones like Yachiru, little terrors who need a different kind of caring.”

He turned back to the goddess and bowed deeply. “Will you forgive the riffraff I live with and please explain what you mean by us having comrades that strong in six months? Such a response would lift many poor souls.”

“San?” Yumichika repeated.

“They’re getting worse?” Ikkaku growled.

“That would be concerning if they were,” Yumichika muttered when the goddess remained quiet. She had probably revealed all she could to the mortals she watched over. “So you only have to watch it a few weeks and then it would be old enough to learn the arts?”

“And in six months,” Ikkaku grinned, “he’d be big enough to flick the demon that killed the commander.” He grabbed Yumichika’s arm. “Hey, peacock, you don’t have a bankai yet. Move aside or face the f-”

A large boulder sent him flying as Yumichika raised a barrier to block the one coming his way.

“Six months~?” Captain Zaraki asked in a gravelly voice.  Men scurried or fell as he rose up with or without them getting out of the way.  He flicked at a bandage on his arm.  “In six measly months, my blood will pummel the beast from Hell itself? Is that right?”

Yumichika stayed silent. It was the prudent thing to do in these matters.

Yumichika shook his head. “That’s the captain for you,” he declared. “Bloodthirsty and boneheaded.” He chuckled as someone groaned. “You might want to see Fourth Division about that last attack, Ikkaku.” He smiled. “It look like it hurt.”

“This,” Ikkaku grunted, blood running down one side of his face, on one knee, “this little bite is, is nothing.”

Yumichika cocked his head in his direction. “Really?” He turned around and drew his blade. “Then you won’t mind dancing with me, would you?”

Ikkaku growled, cussing beneath his breath.

“I can’t hear you." He spun around, releasing his five sickle blade.  "Get up and fight me, Ikkaku-san.”

“I hate it.... when you're, when you're in a bad mood.”

His friend smirked.