First Impressions [CLOSED]

J. had a list, a long one. It was a list of names. These names were of women. Some were beautiful, some where rich, some where noble, and others were just a waste of breath. This routine started ten years ago. The first was Kayami Horiuchi, the fourth daughter of a lesser noble family. She couldn't read. Then there was Tsugi Ishino, the first daughter of another noble family. She was centuries older than him. Then there was Yukari Miyasaki, Sakura Okamura, Tomoko Yoneda, Reika Iwamoto, Sakue Makino, Chitako Toyama, Kumiyo Ishino, Miyako Ishino, Kahori Matsusa, Karin Ishino, Kayori Hayakawa, Momoyo Yamada, Nanami Kanda, Noriko Sugai, and Ai Kanemoto. These woman all had one thing on their minds: to marry him. None of them knew him, none of them could handle him, and many of them weren't worth his time. He was very picky when deciding what woman he would allow to carry his last name, swear his life and loyalty to, and also bear his children. He preferred to meet them on his own, but no. He was repeatedly sent "potential mates" to choose from over the past decade. The advisers to the Saionji Family were getting restless and wanted J. to marry.

Today was going to mark the eighteenth name on his list. In J's mind, this woman was going to be no different. She was probably the first daughter of a lesser noble family that wanted to bring up their status within the Soul Society by having them marry. If it wasn't that, it would be a woman wanting to 'catch' him when no other woman could. Yes, this day was going to be no different than the others that a woman was brought to him. "How annoying." he muttered as he sat behind his desk, waiting for the woman and her escort to arrive. That's how it was usually done; the woman would be introduced in some former way. She'd walk in, sit down, and speak as sweetly as she could. She'd be dressed in ornate clothing with overly intricate designs and make-up would be caked in so many layers on her face that it was hard to tell if it was an actual woman under there. "You'd think that after an entire decade of trying, they'd cease this useless ritual and leave me to find a wife by myself." he said in frustration as he filled out some paper work. In the room with him was his younger brother, the only other person he trusted in this world. Of course, that was something he'd keep to himself.

"How long until she arrives? Do you know?" J. turned to Kazuo and leaned back in his chair. It was occasions like this that J. was expected to dress up. He was expected to put on his finest clothes and act like a proper gentleman. He had stopped that shit three years ago in hopes of this stopping, but his plan failed. If they were going to keep bringing him victims, he might as well  be comfortable while he judges them and turns them down. "The Head Captain, how is she? I heard you came face to face with Former Head Captain von Zarkonheinz." J. asked, trying to keep small talk. If he kept thinking about the woman that was to be showing up, he'd become more and more frustrated over the entire situation and that was something he did not want. "Nice job." he said after his brother would explain what had happened. Hearing the click of the clock, J. stood up with a low growl and began pacing. "Why must these idiots keep trying to force a woman into my life?" he asked and then pointed toward Kazuo, "You are the one who needs a woman now, not me." It was around times like this that J. would act strangely. His professional demeanor wavered just a bit, but only in front of his younger brother.

"That's because I'm not looking." J. replied with a frustrated sigh. He'd look when he was ready, which he assumed would be never. Why was a wife needed in the first place? He was young, even for a Shinigami.  He didn't need to marry right away. He assumed his advisers were more worried about whether he'd die in battle or something like that. Offended. A parade in the Rukongai and the Head Captain was doing well. He was a little surprised to heard Kazuo speak of Tsubine von Zarkonheinz being head over heels for the Head Captain though. His face hardened more than normal. It wasn't at Tsubine being scary when he was mad, but more on the fact that he had actually fallen for someone. J. just could not see Tsubine being in love; it was an odd thought. And with that little woman Kaminari? That was even odder. A few more thoughts about size differences and valid comparisons wandered through J.'s mind before he finally shook his head and sighed, concluding it improbable.

"You actually try to find a woman? Surprising." J. raised an eyebrow at his younger brother, "Why?" J. was completely joking when he said Kazuo needed a woman. Neither of them needed one. A woman was just going to be in the way of their work, training, and duties as Captains within the Gotei. For J, heading the Saionji Family was just an extra thing that a woman would be in the way of. "My list is fine. If I'm going to have a wife and produce an heir, they need to be worth my time as a lover and my son's time as a Mother." J spoke in a very traditional way. It was the man wanting a son to carry on his legacy. The idea of a daughter was almost foreign to him, like it was not supposed to happen. He needed an heir, a leader. He needed a son. He did not plan on having multiple kid's either, so a son needed to come first.  "If a woman cannot handle me, I do not expect her to be able to handle my son." he explained further, "And the duties as my wife are nothing that one should take li-..."

A knock came to the door. "Lord Saionji, they've arrived." a young male voice spoke through the thin paper wall that spoke quite nicely to traditional Japanese construction. "Lead her back." J. replied in his normal tone, though to most he always sounded annoyed or irritated with something. He sighed and returned to his chair, sitting down and leaning back. "Well, here we go again." J. said and looked to Kazuo, motioning for him to go on and leave. There was no reason for him to be here to deal with this. Like all the other's, J. would turn this woman away too, so it's not like there was anything special. If there was, Kazuo would find out later. This was just a routine set-up, nothing more, nothing less. With a single wave to his brother as Kazuo left, J. sat in his chair and returned to his paperwork as silence fell within the room. It was like this for a few moments, peaceful. And J could only wonder how this new woman was going to break that peaceful silence: annoying giggles or obnoxious flirting?

Sex was not something that J. would discuss with his younger brother. He kept silent on the matter like he always did. As Kazuo made his way out with a wave and that song, J. raised an eyebrow. He watched his brother sing his way out of the room and sighed. Once the door closed and Kazuo was gone, a small smirk that could almost be compared to a smile made it's way onto J.'s face. Although the two were so different in so many ways, J. was proud to say that Kazuo was his younger brother. For one, the kid was silly and rather entertaining, like right then. The smirk dropped quickly after as J. sat, waiting for the woman. As he waited, he thought of all the questions he knew to ask.

The door opened and the woman stepped inside. He didn't look up to her just yet. Instead, he finished signing three papers and set them to the side. When he looked up, she was on her knees and hadn't spoken just yet. He assumed his silence queued her to speak. She raised her head to him and J. caught his first look at her face. The woman had a gentle face, but there was something about her eyes that caught his attention. It wasn't the color, no. He had seen blue eyes many times before. It was something that lay deep within them, a sort of light he didn't understand. As she introduced herself to him, J. stared rather harshly into her eyes, as if he were sort of challenging her in some way.

"It seems you've forgotten whatever it is you rehearsed on your way here." J. called her out in a manner that would have insulted her intelligence. He was looking down at her like she was less than him already; his eyes spoke that much. He leaned back in his chair and motioned for her to stand. Once she did, he looked her up and down, his eyes judging every curve of her body. Whether the judgment was positive or negative could not be read within his eyes or on his face. "Maaya Ishino, thirteenth daughter of the Ishino Family." he repeated her title back at her, as if he were disappointed, "Interesting. I do not know whether your Family is insulting me, or has very little care for you."

"I did not know the Ishino Family had a thirteenth daughter... You said you were ready to answer any question, correct?" he stared directly at her, giving her only a moment to respond, "Good. Firstly, why did your family send the thirteenth daughter? Are you their final hope of marrying into the Saionji? ...How did you arrive here today and why were you late? ...Who dressed you for today? ...Do you have any particular skills? ...Are you a member of the Gotei 13? ...What would you compare you power level to? ...How are you with children?  ...How many men have you laid in bed with? ...What makes you think you deserve to be my wife?" With each '...' J. kept silent and gave her a few moments to answer.

J. was slightly surprised by the woman's offer. Her layers of clothing were indeed making it difficult to judge her physical form. It was frustrating, but this was how it always was. And by this woman's tone, Maaya was offering to make it easier for him, not show off her body to impress him or anything of that sort. His answer didn't come immediately, but after keeping eye contact with her for a few seconds, he gave it. As she removed the clothing, he watched her closely. Unlike most other women, she folded her clothing and kept it neat. For a noble woman, that was rather off. Normally, they'd call in a servant to have it done for them. This woman did not. Instead, she did things independently and that was something J. could admire. In fact, there was a second thing he could admire: her well endowed figure.

Her answers to the more 'basic' questions were quick and precise. There was no hint of lie, nor was she talking herself up. To the more important questions, she gave the exact details she felt she needed to give. With each answer, J. continued staring strongly at this woman. Her answers were not rehearsed; this was new to him. Her answers were true, he could tell. Beyond that, she was the first woman to speak about herself in a manner that was not stating that they were equal to him. He had an ego, a big one. He knew this, but he also understood it was deserved and sort of needed because of his position. And at this moment, for the first time in a decade, J. Saionji wasn't just going to throw this woman out of his home on the first day. Only one other woman had made it passed this stage.

"It is surprising, and almost unbelievable, that a woman with your appearance has never been bedded." Although his words might not have been completely clear, J. was both calling her a liar and beautiful at once. She was an attractive woman of a noble house, so how has she never been with a man? There was even a passing thought of her wanting to jump straight to a relationship with him as her first one. Was this woman insane? "It is also difficult to believe that a woman of any noble house is experienced in day-to-day house work." he shook his head and closed his eyes as he thought about what to do. He was calling her a liar, even if he did see no lie in her eyes. "Even with these hard to believe claims, I will tell you that you will not be going home tonight." he said and then finally stood from his desk.

J. Saionji was a very tall man and this woman was quite small. He stepped over to the small blue eyed woman and stared down at her. He towered over her, a trait he actually enjoyed. "Have you been informed of what happens from this point on?" Maaya stood still, and looked up to him. "Lord Saionji, I must admit that I was not informed. But..." Her eyes flickered to the floor, and she inhaled. "If I am to be your wife, I must be prepared to follow whatever order you give me." And then, just then, he might have seen it. The little shadow behind the light in her eyes. That tiny, insurmountable speck known as 'desperation.' He did see it and a silence fell between them for a few moments. He stood there contemplating what that had to mean. With what she told him, J. was curious about her home life.

"Only one woman has been able to pass the interview, until now." He explained after recollecting his thoughts, "We'll see how far you're able to go. I have yet to find a woman that is worth my time, which is why you even have this chance. Until I say otherwise, you will consider this manor your home. I am too busy to be traveling back and forth between my home and yours, and I doubt you have the ability to return here the moment I call for you. I will have a room prepared for your stay. While here, you will be treated as my honored guest and I will analyze your performance to see if a relationship is worth pursuing. Understood?" J. gave her a few moments to process the information and then spoke up again. "Now," he continued and stared intently at her, "Do you have any questions for me?"

Maaya defending her purity only confirmed she was speaking the truth, no matter how unbelievable. There was one thing she got wrong though, but he would not correct her. He was not flattering her; he was speaking fact. If he were to flatter her, he would use words more complimentary than those he had chosen. Maaya had questions; Good. That was the stage that the other woman had failed and she was immediately sent home. This woman was now superior than every other woman that had been sent to him prior this day. Most who knew him would immediately be impressed with Maaya to have made it to this point. "I do not mind." he said as he stepped over to his desk and sat on the edge of it, "If I did, I would not have given you the choice of asking them. Now, please... ask your questions."

Her questions were different than he had expected. The women around the Seireitei did not ask him things like this. Previous women who were attempting to become his wife did not ask him anything like this. Her questions weren't personal, but of a different nature. And as she began her questioning, he answered in kind. "For tonight, in my quarters. Your room should be ready by tomorrow afternoon." he told her, "I did not expect you to get this far, or I would have had your room ready prior to our meeting... No, you have no actual cerfew, but returning to the manor in the middle of the night is quite rude..." This next question through him off enough that he glanced away for a moment and had to actually think about it. Did he want her to wake him up? That was something he had not thought of.

"Yes, if you wake before me you can wake me up and we shall eat breakfast together." he said to her with a soft nod, "No specified time is preferred, just when and if you wake before I do... I usually eat what the cooks put in front of me; I have not paid enough attention to have a favorite... I'd prefer not to see any of your feminine underwear laying around along the floor. With how neat you've acted up until now..." he motioned toward her folded clothes, "I doubt that will be a problem... You will need nothing from your home. As I said before, while you are here, you will be treated as my honored guest. Your needs will be taken care of by my Family's servants and you will have a personal maid aid you through out the day. She will be on call from the time you wake until you choose to go to bed."

"Any rooms that you will not be allowed to enter are marked as such. Signs saying 'Division Six Members Only' or 'Saionji Family Only' are the only areas you will have to worry about." he explained and then remembered something, "Ah, be careful of the garden. My gardener Kai Yukimura... He has an issue with people messing with his flowers. He's quite protective of it. No walking on the grass, picking flowers, or anything like that... Others that you should respect in the same manner as me? My advisers. Their uniforms are marked as such. They will expect you to bow as they pass by and speak to them in the same mannerisms that you speak with me..." Another question that threw him off. Were there specific clothes he wanted her in? He shook his head, "Choose whatever makes you comfortable."

"Over our time together, I expect to get to know you quite well. I do not consider a woman for a wife without this in mind." he stepped over to her once again and placed a hand under her chin to make her look at him. He examined her closely. He took note of the softness of her hair, that strange hopeful light in her eyes, the clarity of her skin, and took no shame in glancing toward her chest. He was pleasantly surprised with this one. Why couldn't she have shown up five years ago? Things might have been so much easier for J. "I have two more questions for you, and I expect a detailed answer... Understood?" he stared at her and waited for her answer before asking his question, "Explain to me why you think so little of yourself? And why are you acting as if you were here to be my servant?"

That smile was the first she had given since she walked in the door. He understood his lack of smiling, but had never seen that in a young woman and he wasn't sure whether he liked it or not. As the conversation continued, J. listened closely to Maaya's story, what she had made of her own life. From what he could tell, her parents blamed her for the Mother's infertility. He really wanted to smack someone. Did they not blame the mass amount of offspring that woman had spat out before bringing Maaya into the world? Stupidity. He fought the strong urge to roll his eyes at this. He didn't want Maaya to think that it was at her. He may have been a stoic bastard, but he wasn't heartles. As she finished her story, J. took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, staring intently down at Maaya.

"Is your health a factor I will have to worry about?" J. asked as if he hadn't heard anything else she had said. It would seem that way, but it wasn't true. He was contemplating what she had told him and wondered whether he should make a quick trip down to the Ishino's residence for a unplanned meeting. "Come with me." he motioned for her to follow and stepped out of his study. If she stood too far back, he'd stop walking and guide her up to walking closer to his side. She wasn't a servant and she would have to get that through her head sooner or later. As they walked, he pointed out different things to her, giving her a quick tour of the place. It was quite large, so she'd have to get used to the layout of the manor. He continued on until the two finally came to his bedroom.

"This is where you will sleep tonight; it is my bedroom." he opened the door and allowed her to step in first, "I assume you did not bring any clothes with you? If not, that is fine. I will have some brought in for you. If your home life is any like you have described, I'd rather you not deal with that while you are with me. Consider it a minor vacation." He looked down to her, showing that he had indeed listened before and was showing her some pity. "The room next door will be yours." he said pointing toward another door just a few feet down the hall. He pushed a button on the door on the inside of his room and waited. A few seconds later, a young man rushed over and bowed to both of them. "I need that room prepped for Lady Ishino; Have it done by tomorrow afternoon." he ordered.

The young man agreed, bowed again, and hurried off, closing the door behind him. J turned to Maaya and stared at her for a moment. He wasn't entirely sure what to do now. Usually, when he had nothing to do, he'd have some tea and relax. He might read a book, or something along those lines, but right now he wasn't sure. He had never gotten this far before, so how was he to treat a woman? The first thing that came to his mind was to ask her more questions about herself, though he knew to get to know her he'd have to just be around her. This was going to be difficult. "Since you've never been with a man," he spoke up suddenly, implying a few too many things because of their location, "... is there anything in particular you've ever wanted to do to get to know one? I feel a woman who claims to read many books on motherhood has likely thought long and hard about the type of man she wants."

The night was not one that Saionji would have called bad, but it wasn't great. He was able to get to know Maaya a bit more, taking mental notes of details he thought important. As the day ended and the time to sleep had arrived, he could tell Maaya was nervous. He did not understand why. He did not bite, he was not a bed hog, and she had been invited. Was there something he was missing? At that a moment, a word echoed in his mind with the voice of his younger brother, "Sex". Shit. Saionji almost smacked himself. Was this forward? Why was she going along with it? Was the desperation he had seen in her eyes before something that caused this? Oh well. He pushed those thoughts from him mind rather quickly and continued getting ready for bed.

Saionji wore a white robe with black pajama pants to bed. Unlike many people around, Saionji had no problem taking in the comforts of the modern world, whether of eastern or western culture. He found that the pajama pants men wore in the wester countries were much better than eastern sleep wear. He slid into bed and laid comfortably on his side. The two laid in silence and Maaya fell asleep first. He turned to watch her for a few moments, wondering whether she was what she seemed. With a final relaxed sigh, Saionji turned his back to the woman in his bed to lay on his side and fell asleep. The night was quiet and still. Saionji did not dream, or if he did, he was not going to wake with them in his memory. And as the sun raised and shined into the room, he woke.

Maaya was still asleep, as expected. Not everyone woke up at the crack of dawn like he did. He slid out of bed quietly to not wake her and walked through a pair of doors. He closed them behind him, walked down a short path, and then into a bathroom. Here, Saionji took his morning shower. When he finished, he had a new robe and pants waiting for him and his other clothes had been taken for laundry. He got dressed, but as he was about to tie the robe, he glanced to the mirror and let the robe fall open. He grabbed a towel and walked back to his room while drying his hair. Walking back, he could hear his name being called and raised an eyebrow. As he stepped into his room to see why he was needed, he looked over to see Maaya had decided to start making the bed.

"That's not your job, Maaya." he said as he stepped up behind her, "I pay my servants to do that for me." Saionji stood there with the robe open, his tone chest still glistening with the few drops of water that he had intentionally not dried off. Saionji was strict, stoic, and hard to read. He was a hard ass, but he had an ego. He was also a man who wanted to test every bit of this woman as he could. Right now, he wanted to know exactly how attractive she thought he was. "You did not shower before bed last night, so you will take one this morning." he asked as he tossed the wet towel onto the bed and removed the robe from his shoulders, "Clothes will be set out for you when you are finished. I will wait for you here and then I wish to introduce you to my brother."

If she needed help remembering where the shower was, he would lead her. As she showered, he would wait in his room and read a book. A maid entered the room and asked about breakfast, so Saionji told her to have it ready in thirty minutes; the introductions should be done by then. Once Maaya returned, she should have been dressed in a finely made kimono colored blue and turquoise, but lined with intricate silver designs. When seeing her, Saionji kept his usual demeanor, but he definitely thought she looked beautiful. "Come." was all he said as he stepped out of the room and waited for her to walk by his side. If she slowed to walk behind him again, he would once again motion for her to walk next to him and then lead her to where Kazuo would be. "Brother, I wish to introduce you to someone."

Maaya's reaction was rather pleasing. He noticed every change in her, from her breathing, clenching the sheets, and those blue eyes of her widening. She was fixated on him. There was a small part of Saionji that wanted to lean in and tease her a bit, but that would be dishonorable.  He was not that kind of man. Leading a woman in that manner was too much if you weren't going to give what you were promising. "Maaya, you do not need to worry about me. In the mornings, I will shower, or I will train and then shower." he explained calmly to her, "And there is no need for you to be nervous here; you're safe and no one will bother you." Saionji was not sure why she was so nervous. He wanted to straight out ask her, but he felt that might be digging a little too deep.

As she went off to take her shower, Saionji noticed that her upper area was a bit loose. He could see more of her bust than he had originally and was rather curious about what else that cloth covered. This woman had a very nice body on her, much better than the overly-endowed boar breasts that had previously been tossed at him. One of those, if he remembered right, was actually one of Maaya's sister. He shuddered at the thought. Once they were both ready, he lead her to the sitting room that he and his brother usually met for breakfast. Without verbal queue's, Saionji presented Maaya to Kazuo as if she were some sort of prize, and a woman who got this far actually was. "Yes, she made it through the night. I don't see her leaving here any time soon. She's... intriguing."

That compliment was one that Saionji actually eyed Maaya for to show that he meant it. She fascinated him like no woman could. As the two introduced themselves to each other, Saionji stood back and watched before they went to eat. Saionji did not look to her when Maaya looked to him. Instead, he placed a hand on her back and guided her over to her seat. Soon, the two of them would have to have a talk about this 'servant woman' demeanor she kept on. He liked it and preferred it, but some things made him think the Ishino treated her worse than he expected. Once Maaya took her seat, Saionji sat down right next to her and the three would wait for the food to be brought in. There were small bits of talk about their sleep before Saionji explained a few things about Maaya.

"You know how I ask all the same questions to the women that show up here?" Saionji brought up the conversation, knowing Kazuo was curious, "She answered them in ways I had never heard. Most of the noble women try to talk themselves up, but this one did the exact opposite. There was no lie in her eyes. Slightly bothersome." Saionji spoke to his brother in a different way. He was calmer and more relaxed. As Saionji talked, the waiters brought in the food and set a plate in front of each of them. There were 'extras' placed around the table if people wanted seconds. Saionji helped himself to three eggs, brown rice, and some toast. "Huh... That's odd. She might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance. The fact it bothers you just means it caught you off-guard." Saionji dull-faced at his brother.

"She's an honest women; if you have anything to ask, now is a good time."

This woman catered to his ego in many ways. Constantly having to give her permission was both a bother and a preferrence. She came in here expecting to be a servant wife if she were chosen; Saionji respected that and was okay with it as well. He did not need some uptight woman that would boss around his servants more than he did. He did not want a slave driver. He did not want a woman that was aggressive or bossy. These types of women would be thrown out into the mud just to send a message to the rest. Maaya, on the other hand, was the type of woman that he could see staying in his life. Her quiet, gentle, and submissive nature was something he liked. Submissive was fine, yes, but for him. Being submissive toward his guests, servants, and even his brother was not what he wanted. If she was going to stick around, that was something he'd have to change about her.

Kazuo and Maaya talked while J. sat in silence during his meal. While he ate, he allowed them to converse as if he was not even here. It wasn't until Kazuo said something about her not eatnig that J. took a glance toward Maaya. That was interesting. Even servants would speak between bites. He was the first that had finished his meal. No distractions or conversations allowed that; he liked it that way. He was taking a drink of his tea when Maaya had finished and turned to him for her orders. He eyed her for a few moments before sitting back in his chair, "Hm." He was thinking on what he wanted her to do. What exactly did a 'potential mate' do in the first place? He couldn't just let her sit around the house bored out of her mind. That would just not do. While he was thinking, Kazuo reminded him of something. It wasn't a bad idea, but was it right to put her in that sort of position? He wasn't her boss.

"Is that something you'd be comfortable doing?" J. looked to Maaya to confirm when a slightly annoyed look came on his face, "Kazuo is correct; I've needed a good secretary. The last three were hired by the advisers and I swear their intentions were only to seduce me." He sighed and shook his head. He looked to Kazuo and crossed his arms. "Do you ever get any pests like that?" he asked, waited for an answer, and then continued, "The last one had no skills as a secretary at all. She could not use a computer and I still question whether she new the alphabet." This was an exaggeration. The woman was a horribly skilled secretary, but she wasn't stupid. She was just another woman who volunteered to try and catch the eye of J. Saionji. She failed, like all the rest. After getting Maaya's answer, J.'s thoughts trailed off a bit. After a moment of thought, he stood up and dusted himself off.

"Come. Let's go retrieve your Asauchi. It should not be in anyone else's care." he said and moved to lead her out of the room. If Kazuo was following, cool. The more the merrier, but if he was not, before J. left the room, he would turn to his brother and nod respectful, following by a light-hearted wave. He walked with purpose through the halls of the Saionji Manor. He was not aware of her having to hurry to keep up because of how tall he was. Because no one ever asked him to slow down, he was used to people keeping up. It was habit. Once he arrived at the front gate, he walked in to the storage room and beckoned her to follow. As she entered, a guard would attempt to stop her, "I apologize miss, but this area is off limits. I cannot allow you to pass." Saionji said nothing. In fact, he watched to see how she reacted in the situation, giving her 'go ahead' look. The guard had not seen him there.

If there was something that Saionji did not like, it was when someone did not know their place. He was okay if someone thought they were better than they were; that often spoke of confidence. Arrogance, he would shut down very quickly. On the other hand, Saionji did not like it if someone thought less of themselves than they should. Right now, Maaya was his honored guest. She needed to understand that. The fact that he allowed her in the same bed as him meant something huge. Anyone in this house who knew her face and where she stood with J. Saionji, would know that she was one to be treated like a princess. And it seemed that Maaya was slowly learning this place of hers when one of his guards had stepped between her and her right to enter the storage room behind Saionji.

When J. was pointed out to be standing behind the guard, the man looked back and blinked in surprise a couple times. "This is Lady Ishino." was all J. had to see before the man straightened up and bowed politely to her. "I apologize greatly, milady." he said as he kept himself bowing, "Please forgive my rudeness." He backed away while still bowing and then returned to his station quickly. Once he was gone, J. waited for Maaya to step in and then motioned around the room. "Find it." he told her and then stepped off to the side. There were quite a few Zanpakutō in here. Anyone who visited the grounds and wasn't a member of J's squad has to leave it here. Maaya may not have been a member of J.'s squad, but she would now have the rights that any Saionji below him and his brother would.

Once she found what they were looking for, he met her outside of the storage room. "Why are you excited to be a secretary?" he asked her as he began leading her back inside. He was leading her back toward his office, the same room they had first met in. Once they got there, he pointed to a large stack of paperwork, a stack of folders, and a file cabinet, "Those need to be organized. I don't have time to both sign the papers and file them. Usually I would ask my Lieutenant, but they're out on mission right now and it's not their job anyway." He stepped back toward the door and glanced back to her, "Do not be afraid to ask for help. I will be out for a couple of hours introducing myself to a few new Division members. I should return around lunch; Then, I will have something for you." And so he left...

J. observed Maaya closely while she answered his question. She was blushing, interesting. No, not just interesting. That was down right cute and J. knew that. He stopped at the office door and just stared at her for a moment. The blush was still there, so he reached out toward her. He placed his index finger against her forehead and ran it down about an inch before tapping her lightly on the nose. He did not know why he did this; he just did. It was actually his way of expressing that he thought what she just did was cute enough to receive a response. Saying nothing about it, he stepped into the office and explained what needed to be done. Once he finished that, he made his way toward his squad to get the meetings over and done with. After that, he vanished for a while and so did a few of his servants. Around noon, Saionji returned home and made his way to his office to see the progress made.

J. stepped into his office to see that everything was done. He looked to the left, right, and at the desk. "Thank you." was Maaya's only reply to welcome him back. He stepped over to the file cabinet and opened up the top drawer. He remembered one of the papers that he had recently signed and went to pull it out. The fact that he found it immediately was impressive. He put it back and closed the file cabinet, noticing the few things on the desk. "What are these?" he asked, pointing to the papers that had not been filed like the others. "These appeared to need a signature. There was a large blank line that caught my eye... and I left them out so they would not be sorted in with completed paperwork in the chance they weren't. If they are complete, I will file them immediately." He sifted through them and noticed the mistakes as well. He quickly signed them all and placed them to the side of the desk.

"They can be dealt with later. For now, come with me." he stepped toward the door and began leading  her through the manor again. The way they were taking would be familiar because they were heading in the direction of his bedroom. They didn't stop there though. Instead, they stopped at a door he had pointed out the night before. It was the room that was going to be hers for her stay. He stepped to the side and opened the door, motioning for her to go in first. "I had a few of my servants aid me in picking out furniture, bedding, and clothes. It keeps with the decor of the house, but should fit the style of a woman better than my bedroom does." The room was beautifully decorated with simple, but elegant designs. The colors were all lighter, keeping with white, blue, teal, and other shades of blue. In the closet, there was already a full wardrobe for her. "I do hope the room is satisfactory."