Ikkaku: Listen you fruitcake, I don't recall asking for your opinion.
An angry voice from off camera responds to Ikkaku, his words just barely inaudible.
Ikkaku: Look, just shut your pie hole! I wanna get this message done before Kira gets back.
The other voice answers again, tersely, but Ikkaku ignores him and instead turns to face the communicator propped up across from him.
Ikkaku: Yo, girlie! I hear you like intercepting messages so I hope you don't mind if I return the favor.
Ikkaku: Don't worry. I'll make this short and sweet. So, you like bragging about your fighting ability, hu? Well, let me tell you something.
Ikkaku suddenly sits up, slamming his hands against the arms of the chair: Ya ain't nothing 'til you've fought and beaten me, got that! Renji's a child compared to me! I taught him all he knows.
Ikkaku: You want a real fight? Bring it. I'll fight you an....
Ikkaku's picture and message suddenly blank out. A few seconds later, though, a new message starts.
Stranger: Greetings young lady. I hope my intrusion doesn't bother ya too much, but I have a small proposition I think ya might be interested in. In any event, it can't be more borin' than listenin' ta bald headed buffoons spout off at the mouth, ne? *The stranger bows very slightly.* My name is Ichimaru Gin. Ya may have heard of me since we seem ta have some mutual friends.
Gin: Ya see, I've been tryin' and tryin' ta get in touch wit' my dear fukutaicho Izuru, but the fine men he is staying wit' are causin' me trouble ta no end.
Gin: So, whatcha say, Kaede-chan? Do ya think ya can help little old me out? I just want ta talk ta him. It's not like I'm gunna hurt him or anythin'. We just have a little...game...ta finish.
Gin: I'll be awaitin' yar reply wit' baited breath. Bye bye...for now...
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