=====<br/>Kurosawa Ryou<br/>7:05 am-7:10am<br/>Barracks of the 2nd Squad<br/>Moving to join the others<br/>=====<br/><br/>The loud noise of an explosion along with the feeling of somthing landing on his nose was all that was needed to wake Ryou from his sleep. The Captian's eyes opened to the sight of a hell butterfly who had landed on his nose. The sight of one of the little creatures after recovering form a rather bad weekend, put a Cheshire like grin on the man's face as he sat up slowly and held out one finger for it to land on. "Why hello there little darling, what do you have me today?" The message that it brought him though was one that instantly darkened the nature of his mood... egough so that he could hear the reaction of a lower rank outside his door who had probably been given the short straw to tell him the news. The Captian considered his Division to be just as precious to him as his dear In'ei and his Mistressess. Slowly he stood up, as got himself out from under the covers and spoke to the Shinigami outside the door...<br/><br/>"Make sssure to deliever around these ordersss, to all the ssseated officers above tenth ssseat including Ami-chan." Even though he spoke in a slow steady manner that sound a bit like a lunitic asking questions with elongated 's's in his words, there was now a certian warmth to his voice that didn't macth the arua he gave off. It was because he was speaking to one of Sqaud members that he spoke in this voice, while a lower rank form a differnt squad might not have received the same attention. He contiuned as he slipped on his typical attire of the red suit with frilly sleeved undershirt, along with his black pants, though he still kept his sandels and Captian's hatori, "Oh and make sure that 1/3 of the squad is put into defensive postions around the Division. I don't care to asssume anything the enemy might do, and I will not have the Missstress'ss missstake leave us defenseless." Once he was dressed the man could feel one of his coughs coming on, and knew that it would be best for that to be hidden.<br/><br/>So taking out a piece of paper he wrote down to the letter all the orders he wanted carried out with a PS at the end saying, 'I expect the last officer who sees this to eat it.... actually I take that back you can just dystory it some other way. Though don't let anyone outside the Division see it or you will be put to death.' The man then folded it up, and opened the door to hand it to what seemed to be one of the lower seated members of the Second... whom he didn't recongize. The young Shinigami seemed at first to be a bit worried because of the ominious presance which Ryou always had with his face covered by his hair, and only one visable eye looking at you in a manic like fashion. Plus in times like this reaitsua seemed seep off it's dark ominious nature, but most members of the second had grown used to there eccentric Captian. Which was why when he pulled his hair back over his ears to talk to the other more esaily the young Shinigami asked in a worried expression, "Captian-sama are you ok?"<br/><br/>The others concern was certianly legetamente, but Kurosawa didn't want him to know that. The man prefered instead to remain strong for his Division since he was it's protecter after all. Reaching out with one of his lithe fingers the male poked the other one the nose saying with a cackling laugh, "Don't worry about it sssilly... I will be fine, you just get those orders passed out." The young man was quick to obey the Captian who shut the door, and turned around picking up his sword off the near bye shrine like structure he kept it on. As he reached the door the male coughed suddenly, noticing a small amount of blood in his hand. Sighing he just shook his head, "Fuck... thisss is going to be quite an annoyance."<br/><br/>With those words he dissapered, and like he expected it took him more one more step than normal to get there since he wasn't at his best. Dispite this he never seemed to let his sickness cure him of his eccentric self as he floated on his belly instead of standing liking the other Captians. He rested both hands on his cheeks as he tilted his head, and looked in the direction of the enemy, and didn't really say a word as he held up his hands and seemed to be typing and poking at dots in the air while mumbbling differnt tactical ideas to himself. Only to have it intruppted by one of those hacking coughs, which he could esaily wipe off on the red suit he wore in a hidden manner.