The Cleaning Crew

Alet stood in front of the gates leading to the seven division head quarters with a mop in one hand and a bucket in the other. His orange sunglasses reflected the light coming from the sky, giving them a brighter shade and reflecting some of that color onto his the floor in front of him. Behind him were a group of around thirteen squad members from his division. Each had some sort of cleaning equipment in their hands, ranging from a mop and a bucket filled with soap to a duster to clean off the shelves. Alet had decided to join some of his fellow fourth division member in their cleaning duties since he had no work that needed to be completed, so he led them to the gates of the seventh division to clean.

Alet turned around and smiled at his fellow fourth division members. Each and everyone one of them looked at Alet as if he was saying something as important as instructions on what to do when cleaning the seventh division headquarters. After a few minutes of just looking at his fellow members, Alet raised the mop he had in his hand high as he could raise it into the air. As he did this, the members of division four started cheering and creaming as if Alet had just given them a motivational speech. Alet quickly turned around as he let down his mop and knocked on the gates, waiting for one of the members to open it. Let's do this. He said this with a smirk as if this was a test that he knew he would ace.

Anzidon slowly shuffled in, sighing and moaning between steps. The entrance path to the 7th Division was punctuated with men and women of all shapes and sizes holding enough cleaning supplies to sterilize a city. "Man... This completely blows." Anzidon's head hung low as he continued muttering under the low rumble of voices from the Shinigami. You made a promise, and you've got to see it through. His Zanpaktou, Nisshoku interrupted his on pour of complaints. As usual she was acting as overseer, trying to keep him in line. Without this anchor, it's possible that Anzidon would never accomplish anything.

I promised him a favor. Not... This. Anzidon frowned and stomped his foot as if he were a small child on the verge of a hissy-fit. Hate cleanin'. he added in for good measure. Before long, Anzidon approached his overzealous younger brother, hunched over and frowning. "I'm... I'm he-" The excited Shinigami didn't even give Anzidon a chance to finish speaking.

The gates began to open as the group was greeted by a seventh division member. He looked at the group with a smile and told them to come in when ever they were ready. Alet turned around to his squad member to make sure they were all ready and noticed Anzidon in the crowd. His face blew up like a child who was just given a bag with his favorite candy in it. Alet ran over to Anzidon and hopped on top of his shoulder. Ready Anzidon? We gots a lot of work to do. He then pointed his hand forward with his pointer finger pointing towards the first spot that needed to be cleaned.

The fourth division squad members charged into the seventh division headquarters screaming with enthusiasm. Alet had taught his members to be enthusiastic, no matter what task they were given to do. They started cleaning every nook and cranny of the seventh division head quarters with all they had. Alet lowered his face down to Anzidon's and smiled so big that his eyes were almost shut. Well, what are ya waiting for weirdo, we gotta get started. This place isn't gonna clean itself, ya know?