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Garbed in the standard Shinigami shihakushō, Itachi walked into the general information center, aka library, in the 2nd Division. After his sparring matches with Soi Fon which left the lady very conflicted and mildly angry, Itachi went ahead and decides to visit the library before doing anything else.
Since he had nothing to do most of the ti, he usually spends it reading through books and any other useful pieces of information he could find here.
Most of them were about the 2nd Division and the Seireitei in general, so Shinigami-centric ones and general history.
There were so about Hollows but sothing Itachi noticed about the general information regarding Hollows were the classifications of the different Hollow types and nothing else. This was information even taught at the Academy.
Yoruichi once asked him if he ever considered going through the normal education route to beco a Shinigami but he refused since he could get the information he would from the Academy far easier by being in the 2nd Division.
“Excuse , but are there any books on the Noble Houses?” He asked one of the librarian he ca across.
The man looked a little uncertain at Itachi’s question, sothing that didn’t escape his notice. “Well most information about them are mostly references and ntions. There’s nothing else on them in these books apart from that. It’s not exactly public knowledge you see.”
Itachi nodded, going back to his book and only leaving after a few hours of reading. It was one of the few pastis and luxuries he could enjoy during his Akatsuki days.
He decided to ask Yoruichi about it after returning, but before that decided to visit the 8th Division and clear the pending invitation, mostly because this was the first ti he was visiting another Division.
“Oh, Itachi! You finally decided to share wine with today, how wonderful!”
He heard a shout behind him, turning around to see Kyōraku waving at him. And also a wine gourd strapped to his waist.
“Don’t tell you didn’t co here to hang out with and you’re on duty?” He looked saddened but none of his mannerisms phased Itachi.
Call it a sixth sense or sothing of that nature but this Captain, Shunsui Kyōraku, along with the Head Captain and a few other Captains felt different to him.
Even without proof of any kind, he deduced that even between Captains, there was a difference between the truly strong Captains and those strong enough to be Captains.
And if he were to be asked where he would place the straw hat wearing man in a flashy kimono in, on pure instincts, he would go with the forr.
“I don’t drink.” He simply said, causing Kyōraku to stare dumbly at him, his frivolously carefree deanor fading a bit as he adjusted his hat a little higher to show a full view of his face.
“It’s not very respectful to play with the feelings of an elderly man when it cos to sharing a drink.” He said.
He walked past Itachi and stepped through the gates of his Division’s barrack, beckoning on Itachi to follow. “aning you have sothing to say to , right? Well don’t just stand there.”
Kyōraku led Itachi to the back of a house with trees all around it and led him to the stump of a tree where he unceremoniously plopped to the ground and stretched his hands for Itachi to take a seat.
“I’m afraid that other than your na and that amazing display you put on when you arrived, I know nothing about you.”
“There’s nothing to know. The only thing I have of importance is my na and that happens to be sothing one gives freely.” Itachi said, causing Kyōraku to sigh.
“You know, most people would say their na is one of the most important things they have. Especially when it cos to being a soul.” Kyōraku said, folding his hands into the sleeves of his kimono. “A na is essential to a soul. More so when it cos to being a Shinigami.”
Itachi didn’t say anything to that, could not say anything to it or against it, simply turning his head to look at the approaching familiar Reiatsu.
Lisa Yadōmaru walked towards them, pausing slightly at Itachi’s presence before giving a respecting nod to him which he returned, and setting down two small sake cups.
“There are so things I need your oversight on so please don’t get hungover in the middle of the day.” She said, sighing to herself on seeing the carefree smile on his face that told her he was giving little to no consideration to her words.
“Nice to et you again, Itachi Uchiha. Lisa Yadōmaru, Lieutenant of the 8th Division.”
“Itachi Uchiha. 2nd Division.” He said, his reply more simplified.
“Please don’t let yourself get carried away by his antics.” She said before turning to leave the both of them to whatever antics they were up to in the middle of the day.
Silently she hoped that Itachi was as moral and levelheaded as he appeared. The last thing she needed was soone encouraging her Captain to more indulgence.
Watching Lisa as she left, Kyōraku chuckled and uncorked the gourd and filled the two cups and shifted one towards Itachi.
“Don’t get scared by her.” He said as if answering an unasked question, “She’s just like that until you get to know her.”
Itachi didn’t say anything to that either, having no idea what the Captain’s reason for saying that was.
“Well, you ca this far already. Out with it, will ya?” He took a little sip, closing his eyes as he did to savor the intoxicating taste of a perfectly fernted alcohol.
“I didn't co here for any particular reason but I do have so questions I wanted Yoruichi to answer for , but I guess I can peruse your knowledge with your permit.”
Raising his eyes at Itachi, mildly confused, he asked. “Are you stating that or are you asking ?” Realizing that he would only be troubling himself with whatever Itachi’s answer might be, he stopped him from responding and told him to ask away.
“The Noble Houses? Yeah, I do know a few things about them but it’s almost the sa as what you can get from the libraries.”
His eyes were half lidded as he spoke, as if he was speaking of sothing trivial with little to no importance, but Itachi knew it was the complete opposite.
‘I will ask Yoruichi about it and see if it’s so general secret.’ Itachi thought.
“I see.” Itachi looked down at the cup of sake in front of him and proceeded to pick it up and gulp down the contents.
Seeing his action and his imdiate reaction, Kyōraku couldn’t help but laugh. “Hahaha! You weren’t kidding. And here I thought you didn’t drink.”
“I don’t.” Itachi replied. “But it’s disrespectful to turn down a drink of cordiality from a respected elder… at least where I’m from.”
Kyōraku looked at the young man in front of him with an amused smile. He played the fool most tis because that was just who he was – the childish gas and behavior were a part of him and not just an act and that was why he could see things in a simpler and less complicated way than most people.
And that was why Itachi made him amused.
‘Oh Yoruichi is going to have too much fun teasing his cold mask off.’
“Well then, how about joining every once in a while for a cup.” He said and lifted his cup to gulp down the remaining contents, exhaling in contentnt as the liquid flowed down his throat. “Hopefully the next ti you co around, we can watch the moonlit sky.”
Itachi knew he wasn’t much of a conversation person, sothing Kyōraku could tell straightaway, and so for the short duration he stayed there, Kyōraku was the one who did most of the speaking.
The man was a very good conversation partner and storyteller, well he had to be given he was into the millennium in years, hence the respect Itachi freely gave.
Itachi’s thought on him was that he could be a little tricky and sowhat obscure, rarely intense, and a little bit too laid back. His young visage apart, Itachi’s words about him being a respected elder was true.
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