You May Be Entitled To Compensation [Kabuto/Julian]

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Silence returned to Kabuto as he nodded along, knuckles white against Yuben'na's hilt.

And yet nothing came.

His hand would relax, pinching what remained of his nose as he leaned backwards. "Of course," he muttered, his arms once again dropping to cross in front of his chest. His head tilted to the sky before it would slide down, a deep tiredness dragging at the bottom of the man's eyes. "So what do you need from me?"

A lightbulb seemed to pop behind his eyes as he reached into his shihakusho, a manila folder appearing from beneath the cloth. Across the front, in rather lackluster and worn typeface, Kabuto Itagaki bore itself into the paper. Rather thin, a large scorch mark covered the bottom right of the cover, with yellowing across the majority of its innards. "I got this from the academy earlier." Kabuto proclaimed, before sliding it onto the desk in front of him.

"Mostly documentation." he'd affirm, patting the folder. That and a long list of requests - although he hadn't been able to find any of the material when he went looking. Books, scrolls, files - missing, with him as the last to ask for them. Dated as far back as 2200, he was somewhat worried about the vice captain's reaction to when he'd find out - or if. The records for his withdrawals still held tight to his chest, underneath the black and white cloth of a Shinigami.

Something told him it'd be better for him if it was hidden away.