[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The sliding cover of the messenger machine was deftly closed by slender fingers, and the owner of the fingers gazed expressionlessly at the extraordinarily blue and extraordinarily pure sky of the Soul Realm through the open casement, bathed in the gorgeous sunlight pouring down. The blond hair swayed with the lingering breeze, creating ripples that were more dazzling than the sun.

[Since waking up, you seem to be a different person. 】Ni Fu, who was born out of his own sword master's glib Kansai accent, has been showing extreme solemnity recently, 【...the whole person suddenly became gloomy, and his belly became black.Of course, I admit that you have always been synonymous with insidious, cunning and brazen. 】

[嗤——] Squeeze out a sneer that doesn't hide the mocking meaning from the two rows of neat and excessively big white teeth. ...You should give these two words to Sousuke.The only thing I have to admit is that compared to him, my ghost and animal index is not enough. 】

【What exactly do you remember? 】Ni Fu's serious voice was mixed with a hint of suspicion,【You locked it in the depths of consciousness that even I can't touch... No, in comparison, you can actually master this extremely sublime Awareness techniques are the more suspicious things. 】

【Don't babble in my head so much that I forget how to write my signature. 】Flicking the nib of the pen dipped in thick ink, what responded to Ni Fu's doubts was the blond captain of the Fifth Division who always turned black and white upside down, and took it for granted.

【…】

Just when Mako Hirako was in a bad mood because of writing with a pen, and then his resentment was soaring to the sky and completely blackened, and the heart was trembling and messy in the wind, the center of the head room of the fifth team The sliding door was opened without the permission of the owner, and it was opened to one side without warning.

The next moment, a real warrior who dared to face the blackened Hirako who even the tyrannosaurus raised by the [-]th Division's captive humanoid tyrannosaurus and the hot Lolita had to look out for the wind and fled for three houses, stepped into the room wearing a gorgeous sunshine.

"Xiao Yousuke, when did I give you the right to enter and leave the first room of the team without permission?" The blond captain, who was kneeling on the short table in front of the window and writing quickly, continued to splash ink like no one else. The owner of the straw sandals on the tatami was too lazy to give him a glance from the corner of his eye. If it weren't for the twisted spine, he would have turned into a hibernating boa constrictor. The strange sitting posture is too embarrassing There is no momentum, so that it seriously affects the sense of oppression brought by the Kansai accent, which is rare to show deep and majestic. Mako Hirako's performance still has the majesty and demeanor of a team leader.

"I'm very sorry, please forgive my rudeness, Captain Hirako. It's just that if I don't do this, there must be a transfer document about me that is already on the way to the first team." The vice-captain neatly knelt and sat on the tatami in front of the door. While the slightly drooping head modified the slender and graceful lines of the neck, it also perfectly displayed a humble and docile posture. However, he knelt and surrendered from the backlight. However, the words that fluttered out of the shadows below were calm and calm, neither humble nor overbearing.

"1 minute and 43 seconds." Pingzi dropped the culprit of the collective backache, backache and leg cramps with five fingers involved. The slightly rude movement aroused a crystal splash in the celadon brush wash beside him, as if he had thrown himself into a mirror-like glass. The boulders on the lake roared and stirred up the raging waves that covered the sky and the sun, and the slender fingertips pinched the corner of the messenger and rolled it skillfully between the fingers. The procrastination is particularly meaningful, "The time spent dealing with the members of the Fifth Division and the nonsense that I said to me, do you know what this means? Yousuke Soo."

Aizen suddenly raised his head, the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose shone brightly amidst the backlight, and the bass, which had completely recovered to the good old vice-captain template, vibrated the air word by word with a quiet, soft and unusual frequency. To please the auditory nerves of the only listener: "This means that I have traveled through most of the Jingling Court in less than 1 minute. In terms of Shunpo's speed, I am already comparable to the captain-level Shinigami."

"Very good." Hirako shook Captain Haori's overly wide sleeves, and finally turned his head to look directly at the vice-captain who was sitting by the door with his head bowed and chest in his chest, but his waist was straight. His light gray eyes were raised high. Under the slender brows are still hanging lazily and impatiently in the eye sockets, but the tails of the long and narrow eyes are sharp like knives, "When is Soyousuke going to let me see your 卍解? "

"My swastika is immature, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Captain Pingzi to understand."

Leaning crookedly in front of the window, with 26 vertebrae lined up in a row, Captain Pingzi, who is [-] times more curved than the mountain road, dropped the magical machine between his fingers, patted the non-existent dust on his knees, and stood up slowly. Come.

The slender shadow drawn by the slanted sunlight silently fell in front of Aizen's curled legs with light and silent steps, and then the oppressive silence was crushed to pieces by a meaningless sneer full of mockery : "Is it really young and can't get on the stage, or is it the same as your Shijie...can't meet people?"

Vice-captain Lan Ran's spine returned to its usual upright and straight spine without any trace, and he still bowed his head respectfully and humbly replied: "I don't quite understand what you mean, Captain Hirako. It's true that the ability of Jinghua Shuiyue is not upright, but it can't be called seeing no one?"

The sweet and frivolous guttural voice unique to Kansai accent trembles with an ambiguous charm between contempt and ridicule. The blond captain, who has always been straight to the point and doesn't push people to the top, unexpectedly gave up on forcing his opponent into At a blind spot, he waved his sleeves and sighed in a low voice half confused and half helpless: "Souyousuke, what exactly do you want?"

"I just want to be with Captain Pingzi." Vice-captain Aizen blurted out almost without thinking, paused slightly, and continued to add sweet words to his picky captain who was hard to please, "From stepping into Goutei Thirteen From the day I joined the team, I just want to be your vice-captain alone."

"Yeah, if you're going to use this kind of nasty words, I can't eat. I'm starving to death. I have to say that this is a very creative method of murder."

"I..." The Kansai accent was like a wedge firmly wedged into Aizen's excuse that was about to blurt out, and the slender fingers were deeply embedded in the thin skin on the mandible in an irreversible gesture, and then lifted upwards.

The soft fingertips covered the slightly parted lips, and the warm and dry touch flowed unscrupulously in the delicate texture—"Shh...", the body language representing silence made the deputy who was used to obeying the orders of the blond man in front of him The captain instinctively held back his voice, and the corners of his mouth raised exaggeratedly into a satisfied shape: "Souyousuke, it's not too late to regret it now."

The same slender and strong palm gently held the fingers pressed between the lips. The warm and soft touch filled every sensitive tactile nerve on the fingertips. Staring at the calm gray pupils, he promised tenderly: "I will never betray you, Captain Pingzi."

"Don't say it as if you have already gained my trust, Soyousuke." Hirako pulled out his index finger from the tenderly entangled fingers without hesitation, straightened his body and strode out the door. Flying a banner behind him, when the end of the haori dotted with black rhombus slowly slipped off Aizen's shoulder, the blond captain who passed by turned around without warning, his soft and smooth blond hair whipping around On Aizen's side cheeks, traces of coldness and heat appeared on the nerve endings, "Listen to me, Aizen. I don't care if you betray me or not, but if you dare to hurt a single hair of the person I want to protect, it's fine." If you bet everything on me and chase him to the ends of the earth, I will make you pay the price!"

Aizen silently watched Hirako's flying blond hair disappear behind the towering walls of the Fifth Division again, and slowly got up and walked towards the short table in front of the window where documents and team affairs were piled up messily.In the most conspicuous place in the middle of the short table is a black and white transfer document written in one swoop. The captain's signature at the end is a big violation of Pingzi's usual writing style. It is scribbled and impetuous. In the captain's career of [-] years, it has been repeated countless times, and it is extremely familiar, and the signature is so familiar that it should be written in one go. The signature stopped abruptly after writing the third word, leaving only a thick and colorful ink mark on the snow-white Wriggling and crawling out of the paper, like a shockingly ugly scar.

The fingertips unconsciously outline the tortuous and ups and downs of the ink marks, and the young vice-captain Aizen, who still has not lost the bookish spirit that was deeply rooted in his student days, outlines an unmistakable joy and joy with the gentle and upward corners of his lips: "Captain Pingzi ...You really are still soft-hearted."

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【Sigh, your vice-captain wouldn't have noticed that overly subtle hint, would he? 】

【Because the person staying in the room is Aizen Soyousuke, he will definitely notice. 】

[Bet on your chastity, your vice-captain will never notice this weird thing. 】

^-^【You lose...wait a minute, what does it mean to bet on my virginity!Believe it or not, I'll drag you out right now and throw you into the virtual circle, let Killian explode ten thousand times, ten thousand times, I guarantee that you will benefit from it for life, and you will always laugh! 】==++++

[Oh, oh, don't be so serious, I was just joking.However, I'm still confused about your outrageous way of showing love. 】

【Then let's wait and see, bet all my virtues, Soyousuke will definitely notice the transfer document. 】

==|||[Hey, hey, bet on something that doesn't exist at all, Mako, why don't you be so shameless. 】

【...Ah, let's bet on you, anyway, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine. 】

Relieved to take off strength, bowed head, raised forehead, [Hey...that kind of thing...]——Do you think I have it?