One Small Favor

The grunts of wounded shinigami could be heard all the way down the many halls of the Sōgō Kyūgo Tsumesho (綜合救護詰所, the coordinated relief station). Accompanying them was the clatter of heels coming into contact with the marble flooring, suggesting that the various nurses inhabiting the Fourth Division Barracks were hard at work, as they always had been. Despite the busy nature of the hospital, it was the least amount of work the medics had seen all month, by all means a great sign. This allowed all healers, most notably the seated officers of the fourth division, some much required time to rest and catch up on some of their more personal activities. One such shinigami had already taken it upon herself to do so, relocating to a much more peaceful atmosphere, of what was the luxury of her own bed. It was none other than the captain of the Fourth Division herself, Rikuri Suigyoku. She was sound asleep despite the presence of broad daylight. Buried under several layers of sheets, one might find it interesting to learn that such a beauty slept bare naked; her black kimono and captain hiori were lying in a heap beside her bed.

A gentle tap could suddenly be heard at the door. It was by no means, loud enough to ever alert Rikuri, even had she been awake. However, it may possibly have been engraved someplace sacred that an invasion of privacy was not beyond the duty of the Inner Court Troop (裏廷隊, riteitai), as it was their rightful duty to notify others of their specific orders. Dressed in the signature red kimonic attire, akin to his designated position, the messenger stepped foot into Rikuri's home uninvited, the scent of her nude flesh arousing him with profound pleasure instantaneously. It was through tracking this scent that he was able to lead himself into her own bedroom, his eyes rolling back in their sockets at such a marvelous sight. Rikuri had been a hard worker her whole life, that was known to all the shinigami across the gotei 13. However, that being said, given her sudden break, she had found little to no time to tidy up the likes of her own bedroom. Previously worn underwear found itself spread out in every corner of the room, from her surreal J size bras to her moist panties. The man was in paradise.

He cleared his throat, issuing a soft whisper in yet another "attempt" to awaken sleeping beauty from her slumber. As planned, it was not enough to force Rikuri awake, and thus, he would have to resort to physical contact. Creeping to the side of her bed, he rubbed his hands together, preparing himself for arguably the greatest moment of his life. As he slowly reached to touch the woman's bare flesh, her eyelids opened, starling him enough to force him down onto his backside. Rikuri was quick to wrap her body with the multiple sheets available, though it was not beyond her to turn as red as a tomato. She simply darted her attention to the apologetic messenger, who had retreated to one corner of the room. After a moment of bickering, he found the courage to explain his intentions, and finally, delivering the message he had come to convey in the first place, he stormed out of her house, grabbing himself a souvenir on his way out.

Rikuri had been called forth by of all people, the captain-commander, Shunsui Kyōraku. Such matters were to be taken with the utmost regard, leaving Rikuri with little to no time to dress herself appropriately; while she was able to cover herself entirely in the trademark black kimono of the shinigami, she was unable to find the time to wear any extra undergarment. This left her without the much needed assistance of her bra, allowing her enormous breasts to do as they pleased, defying the orders of their master. As she made haste towards the first division barracks, Rikuri was unable to ponder upon the question of why Shunsui had summoned her due to the nature of her bossoms. Upon the slightest of movements, they wobbled every which way, trying to break free from their solitary confinement. However, enduring the struggle, Rikuri found herself through the front doors of the first division barracks and down on one knee, before the great Shunsui Kyōraku. The man would have just been made aware of her timely arrival, his backside still firmly facing her.

"Sōtaichō-sama, you called upon me?"