(Un)Welcome Partner? [Hono/J]

Hono would do him one better, 9:30. A full thirty minutes she was early, and that just meant a lot to her, Hono heard about some issue in the 10th district so she needed to jump right into action. She didn't directly ask what this was all about, but that would come later. The Shinigami was in uniform, with her Zanpakuto secured tightly on her hip.

Hono didn't know much about J, I mean they had shared only a few words in the past but never went on patrol with him. J would likely notice Hono was looking rather quickly as they made their way out, the long strides and little to no small talk.

"Because it's my job to patrol"

She paused, giving a sarcastic answer.

"The 10th is my home, so if there's something sketchy going on out there I gotta do something. I would have come even if you said no, just so you know. So why don't you fill me in?"

Honestly, Hono not even knowing the task was all her fault. She was so eager to come, she didn't even stick around long enough to let J brief her. No time like now.

"Explosives?!" Hono would do a double take, glaring at J to make sure she heard that right. After a few seconds, she thought about it, and yeah. She heard that right. If there was a bomb she needed to deal with it, and fast.

"Well shit, we gotta stop that!" Hono placed her hand on her sword gripping it hard. "I swear we're not gonna let anyone get hurt!" Hono looked toward J. "My siblings live in the tenth and I'm not gonna let anything hurt them..." That would explain why Hono was so quick to jump into action.

"We got any leads? Like I said, the sooner we get this done, the sooner I can make sure my siblings are okay..."

"I. Am. Calm." Hono spoke gruffly, she was apprehensive about her family's safely, though it was her job to keep them safe in the first place. Hono turned to J, surprised at how calm he was even with everything she was just told. "But right. I won't tell anyone out here. Though people may run up and try to talk to me, I suggest we don't directly mention it."

It seems she had mostly calmed down, looking forward as they headed deeper toward the tenth district. "Bunta? Never heard of him. I really should have worn a mask out here. I don't want people to approach me" She exhaled. "When I come out here on patrol, I chat to my family and the people I grew up with. So they probably have a lot then wanna talk about."

This was when one question jumped into her head. "If he's a bomber, what do we do when find him? Hell if he sees Shinigamis out here who's to say he won't blow everything up?" Domestic terrorism wasn't exactly something could say she delt with.

She took the piece of cloth she was offered. Though she didn't use it to cover her face just yet. "Thank you..." She said looking at J as he explained what to do. "Right. I'll keep my eyes open. We're gonna find you Bunta..." She said confidently, with just a slight smirk as she looked towards. It seems her fear had shifted into some confidence. She was ready to find this dude and just get him thrown into a cell!

She nodded quickly. "Yeah, I can do that. They'll tell me if they saw anything. Don't worry about that." Hono would also stop, and turn to face him. "Don't be surprised if they kinda run up when they see me"

Well, Hono knew where she would head first, her house. Well, her family's house. She figured she'd start with her mom and dad since her dad had been a part of the tenth for a long time, so he knew almost everyone around the tenth.

Soon, J would find themselves in the northern area of the tenth division, with a slight exhale, Hono spotted a few children outside playing ball, however, they stopped and waved as they saw Hono. The woman would return a wave, a smile on her face. A sharp contrast from how her reputation made her seem.

J would notice Hono making quick yet casual conversation with the handful of people who approached her, though the conversations felt, personal. Hono knew the people out here and knew them quite well at that. She knew about Shuichi and his girl problems, Cara and her sick husband, and they knew quite a bit about Hono, her relationship, and her recent promotion. J would be able to pick up some snibbites.

"We're gonna talk to my mom and dad." That was all Hono said, speaking quickly.

Eventually, Hono would stand before a medium-sized home (for Rukongai standards), a rather crummy-looking door, one that seemed to have been repaired several times was flung open by the Shinigami. Upon entry, a small girl who appeared to be only about eleven, would look over at Hono.



"Sissy! Are you off today?" She chirped up happily, running over and throwing herself into a hug. Hono would smile, ruffle her hair, and return the hug "Sorry, Farah. Working mode! I can't play right now, I gotta talk to Mom!"

Farah would break away, smile, and return to the floor, where she looked as if she was scribbling on some paper, some light drawings

They wouldn't need to wait long for Milla to speak up from the kitchen. "Oh! I'll be right there!" Truth be told, Hono was... hesitant to bring her mother into her work, nothing against the woman it was... just... appearances. She didn't know J well, but he seemed professional, so she prayed things wouldn't get weird.

From the kitchen, entered a woman, with short blue hair, she didn't look a day over 30. Roughly the same height as Hono, her outfit was more high-end for something in the Rukongai, and she even had a few bracelets.



"Your dad's out" Was the first thing out of the woman's mouth, her voice was smooth, given her history as a singer. Placing a quick kiss on Hono's forehead. "What's up?"

Hono sighed, not really bringing up that kiss, better not to. She gestured towards J, "This is my superior J" A lot of emphasis on superior, the voice coming from her chest with a rather gruff tone. "Have you heard about a man named Bunta, he has some bo-" She glanced over at Farah, who, like any child was listening to the spicy details. "Stuff, we need to find"

Milla looked at J, raising an eyebrow. "You got a physical description? A few people have kinda blown into the tenth"

Hono decided to fill J in on some context. "Before my mom died and came to Soul Society, she was one of those singers at an upscale cafe. So she gives performances out here every so often. So he could have come to a show"

Milla would tap her chin, her focus on J, sizing the man up to get a read on him as she awaited a description.