In the shadows of a Dragon [Nathaniel](Lion)

As usual, in his office, Nathaniel focused on paperwork and light reading. He was a fan of the many novels brought forth from the ventures into the world of living- fantasy or non-fiction mattered little to the Rokubantai-Fukutaichou- and spent most of his days reading. It allowed the VC to immerse himself in a separate world, one where he wasn't a Shinigami or a human, but rather something far more. If there was anything the death reapers held no jurisdiction it was his imagination. But today he felt restless. Plans were moving at a slower pace then he at first realized, and as such, he was left with little to do other then the typical duties of a Fukutaichou. When the spiritual pressure of another lingered outside his office he felt himself a tad bit.. annoyed. Respect was understanding that when in the area of another squads barracks you kept yourself under check, not leaking like the faucet of a man too lazy to fix it. Placing it upon himself, he stood and approached the entrance to the barracks, opening it and eyeing the man who, at this point had taken it upon himself to stop and talk to himself.

"I did not realize they allowed anyone to leave the Nest of Maggots," he said simply, his hands placed in the pockets of his cloak, torn and tattered at all ends. The words were of course referring to the mans conscious desire to speak to himself, much less aloud and in the presence of those he did not associate with. Nathaniel eyed the man from across the lot, getting a read on him before continuing. "Nor does one find it respectful to release their spiritual pressure with the Seireitei when under times of peace." The Fukutaichou's eyes narrowed at that comment, though he said nothing more. The man before him seemed harmless, and as such, he deemed it necessary to keep his Zanpakuto where he had left it: leaning against his desk. "Name and rank, Shinigami." The demand was simple, and being that he was of higher rank, it would need to be followed.

A look of boredom dominated the features of the vice captain, his eyes rolling at what the man probably thought was clever. Cell mate? Did he not catch the part where he mentioned him being released? Sigh. Was he always fitted to rummage with the stupidity? He waited until he half apologized- or rather, for his question to be answered- before he narrowed his eyes, thin tendrils of his raven colored hair played a game of hide and seek in his vision. He if were to admit it, the fact he was related to the extremely well known Itada piqued his interests if even for a moment. He further went to explain his meaningless name, though a rather interesting bit of information of how he was once apart of the special operations force selected to those of the second squad. Regardless, to the man before him, his visage was more steel than that of even his blade, unmoving and equally uncaring.

"A Seiryuu then." The cold words seemed more like an accusation then anything. "A member of the royal family should know of titles then," Nathaniel said simply, leaving it at that. His disdain for their entitled family was as infinite as the universe itself. All too often their rich, pretentious kind had looked down upon him. This change of scenery amused Nathaniel. From his position above him he saw everything. The slightest quiver of his lip as he spoke; the way his jaw set as each word flowed. Nothing was off limits to his keen perception. "My name is Nathaniel, Rokubantai's Fukutaichou and a man who will have your respect so long as you are within' my grounds. Is that understood?" Quick, precise, and sharp. His words left no room for question or confusion. He would comply or he would find himself to be held accountable for disrespecting a superior officer.