Marginalized [Sajin, Kuukaku]

There wasn't any great gate at the premise. Though there certainly was the Shiba main estate, the manor that Kuukaku resided in had no such parimeter. The open lawn melded seamlessly with the surrounding forest, and the house itself certainly almost seemed a sentinel all itself. A headless Bust made up the main structure, large muscles and rippling arms beneath standard rukongai attire towered above. The word "Earthquake" split between the biceps.

As Komamura made his intentions clear, it didn't take long for him to be waved toward the door. A big double wide affair that opened immediately into a steep downward stairs, going deep into the ground, though the space was large enough that Komamura wouldn't even have to adjust himself as he made his way down into the depths of the underground estate. Passing through atrium before finally a large Central room was opened up behind sliding doors. A number of cushions and floor mats decorated the room. But there was nobody inside, Nobody aside from a man standing off to the side with folded arms. Shiroganehiko, one of Kuukaku's bogyguards gave a glance to Komamura before offering a light nod of his head.

"My apologies, Lady Kuukaku will be here shortly!" He declared, that powerful voice echoing in the room as he gestured to one of the floor mats.

It would be a few minutes, but eventually the side doors opened up, and Kuukaku herself stepped out into the room. A very slight sheen of sweat visible, and she was missing the head wrap that usually adorned her head. Komamura wouldn't have a hard time surmising that whatever Kuukaku had been doing, she had been getting a workout. Striding over to the center of the room, she promptly gestured for Shiroganehiko to get them some tea, and before long, Komamura was offered a light lemon iced tea by the large man. Kuukaku herself taking a steady drink before sighing and giving Komamura her undivided attention.


"Hope ya don't mind the wait, didn't know you were comin." She settled herself onto one of the mats and let out a soft sigh as she then gestured for him to sit if he wanted to.

"So. What does the former Captain of the Seventh Division want with me?"'

Huh, so Shishiyuki was running her mouth about her? What a wonder that shy little girl had turned out to be so talkative. Nice to know the woman thought so highly of her. Though Miss Masamune? That came as something of a surprise. She didn't really know the name, other than that she was the Lieutenant turned Temporary Commander, and that she'd been the one to dissolve the Gotei Thirteen. Well, at least the ones talking her up were troublemakers.

"I live out here, the Rukongai already has my full support. In terms of money, supplies, even my Builders that help me with my own projects will be put to work rebuilding the destroyed sections of the rukongai. That much is already set." She explained calmly enough, taking another sip of her drink as she watched the wolfish man thoughtfully.

"The Sereitei, however, can sit on a brick. The Nobles I'm sure will already be taking over the restoration effort, and I've no intention of bumping ankles with that lot if I can help it." She gave perhaps a harsh response. For all of Hakuyou's intent on the Serietei and willingness to work with them. The years had only compounded her distrust of the place, and when the Rukongai was suffering as much as it was, she had no intention of diverting her attention.

Hm. She smiled a little at Komamura rather fondly at his mention of Central 46 not being trustworthy. If it had been any noble individual she might have had a sarcastic remark, but the man was so earnest she kept her tongue in check. "And what do you plan on doing about that?"

She raised a brow slightly, and listened closely as he spoke. He was nice and direct, she liked that. He was also pretty careful, not like the hotheads she was used to dealing with,m but she did wonder just how long that patience of his really was. And the subject of the nobles was certainly a way to probe that. Taking another steady sip of the lemon tea as she listened to him delve into his beliefs about the nobles themselves.

Interesting.

"So you wanna undercut the Central 46 by starting up your own club of Balancers." She murmured lightly, her voice lowering slightly. She wondered, briefly to herself, what her brothers and Uncle might have thought of such a thing. Close as she had been to them, she couldn't help but think she didn't really know. It wasn't as if this was a situation any of them had imagined back in the day. Hm. They were just the types of idiots to love a guy like this right off the bat.

"So. Where was all this a hundred years ago?" She took another steady sip, giving him a moment to absorb the question before she continued.
"It's been a century more or less, since Yamamoto died. You were around. But somewhere along the way, we wound up here. You make a fair bit of sense, but I've watched things for a real long time. Maybe for the worse. But I'm certainly curious about what's got you out in the open. And more than that. You're still here. And I have a feeling, you're not done asking things of me."

She set her cup down and leaned forward, resting her elbow on her knee as she looked him in the eye.

"I don't like sittin around in my own sweaty clothes. So out with it. What else you got in mind, buck?"

Oh?

She canted her head to the side as he went onto explain the reasoning for his disappearance. Hm, well that made sense. Not like SHE was gonna get on someone's ass for being on the sidelines. She was glad to see he could articulate as much, and fill in the gaps. She perhaps didn't fully understand the extent of what he intended to do with soul society. He seemed to push against the nobility, but it wasn't like Yamamoto's soul society wasn't rife with it. She would finish her judgement based on what he decided to do from here on out. That would be the most fair thing to do.

However, as he clarified that that was the only thing he wanted, she gave him a surprised look.
"Oh for real? I already told ya I was fine helping with all that. Whatcha still doin here? You lookin to stay for Dinner?" She asked with a raise of her brows, glancing over to her Attendant. "Suppose my boys can cook enough for you too..." She murmured thoughtfully.