Cooperative Ventures

One Kurosaki meets another Kurosaki. Humor, I-1

"Cousin." Hisoka planted his fists on his hips and glared up…
and up… at the other young man. "Impossible."

The young man in question ran a harried hand through short, orange hair. "Not
like it was my idea, shrimp. And if you’re a shinigami," he added, as
Hisoka reminded himself he wasn’t allowed to kill humans whose time wasn’t
up, "why aren’t you in uniform?"

Hisoka blinked. "Uniform? What uniform?" He frowned at Tsuzuki. "Was
there a memo about getting uniforms, and you lost it again?"

"… younger sister… mother’s name… well, yeah, if his dad was a… huh?"
Tsuzuki looked up from the pad of paper he was attempting to chart the Kurosaki
geneology on. "Um. I don’t think so?" He smiled at Hisoka’s maybe-cousin.
"So you say you’re a part-timer? That’s unusual." He nibbled his lip.
"For the living, anyway."

Ichigo fished out a small badge and tossed it over, still looking skeptical and
out of temper.

Ok, maybe he was Hisoka’s cousin after all.

"Oh!" Tsuzuki gave them both a bright, cheerful grin. "You’re
part of the other branch!"

"The other branch?" Hisoka and Ichigo chorused, and then glared at each
other again.

"Different realms, under different rulers," Tsuzuki explained. "We
do some of the same work, but recruitment is totally separate. We do cooperate
every now and then, but there hasn’t been a joint operation for… a couple centuries,
I think. The Chief is probably the only one who remembers." He handed the
badge back to Ichigo.

"At least he doesn’t draw pictures," Ichigo muttered. He eyed them
dubiously, but finally shrugged. "Whatever. Hey." He looked Hisoka
up and down. "If you’re from an old family, are you any good with a
sword? They keep telling me I could use some extra practice…"

Hisoka smiled for the first time that afternoon.

 

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