The sun was setting rather slowly on the third division of the Seireitei. Izuru Kira, arms piled high with paperwork, stumbled through the hallways, papers flying behind him, trying not to trample the tired shinigami walking back to their rooms for some well-earned rest. He turned, trying to go into his room, but bumped into the door, yelping as his hip knocked against the wooden frame. His arms shook as he stood there, thinking of how best to open the door without dropping all of his work. 'I really need a vacation...'
Crkcrkcrk. Izuru looked around the tall stack in his arms, blinking his blue eyes slowly. A girl stood there, her hand on t
