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Dante smiled feeling the engravement on the insignia, then changed clothes, putted his modified uniform, the warped the tag arround the arm. "Thanks Cap...I'm honored then bowed"...just as he finished talking a girl came in and started greeting everyone, even if the everyone was Zique himself and a "thing" sleepin gin a bed...Dante stood up and bowed, "Hey hello captain"

Zique simply nodded at Dante as he was thanked by him, though he didn't get why Dante did so when he deserved to get promoted anyway. "Elisia... That sort of rings a bell." The name sounded familiar to him but he simply could not remember her completely. It was probably because he never really met her personally before, but only heard about her when she was promoted. "How's it going so--" Before he could ask her a question, she turned towards the door once again and started walking away from them as she gave a wave. "What the hell was that for?" he thought. Later on though, he figured that maybe since it's her first time being a captain, she planned on visiting all the captains and introduce herself to them personally. He could be wrong, but it's the only explanation he thought of at the moment as to why she went to their barracks to say hello and immediately leave afterward. "Or maybe she's scared?" He shrugged and decided to drop it.

Axle turned and tossed over on his bed. Trying to get some more sleep. He heard the door open a couple of times, but ignored it. Then when he heard Dante's mention on food, it made him realize that he wouldn't have to cook! So he jumped up from bed. "Alright! Nice one Dante! What are we havin'? Oh.. Hold on a sec." Axle went to the bathroom and got cleaned up, then stepped out when he was done. "Alrighty then chef Dante, serve us your best!" He said with a wide grin.

With a very artistic show Dante makes 3 bowls of hot steamin Ramen...while singing "Yorn desh born, der ritt de gitt der gue,
Orn desh, dee born desh, de umn bork! bork! bork!"
"Let's eat guys"...Dante smiled "Yo captain I dont really get you...I mena you sometimes say we need to try harder, then you say stuff like "I can't help you if you push yourself over your limit each time you have a fight," I mean make up your mind"


(post-edition)
Dante ate cheerfully till the last drop but as he was going to collect the plates he felt a shock coming from his heart..cardiovascular failure he was suffering from a heart attack...soon the plates have fallen from it's hands hitting hard on the floor, his zanpakuto unleashed an almost audible scream as questing for help, but hopeless he drop dead on the floor lifeless...but as he fall he grabbed his Loyalty necklace...leaving no doubts behind that even after death his loyalty to his friends and squad was bigger then life itself.

(CU GUYS GONNA MISS YOU)

[You b*****d. rofl You know Shinigami bodies just disappear anyway.]

"Perhaps you should just start to analyze," replied Zique. He got up from the bed and sat down with the two and started eating the ramen Dante cooked. "Great as always," he commented as he chowed down on the ramen. Even when he wasn't hungry, Dante's cooking always made him eat. After all, he is the self-proclaimed chef of third division, being the only one who could actually edible food around. After he was done and Dante cleaned up the dishes, Zique suddenly saw him fall down on the floor. The dishes fell from his hands and shattered upon impact to the ground. Zique didn't think he suffered from a heart attack so he thought that his narcolepsy was contagious and that he infected Dante with it. It's a crazy idea, but he is Zique after all. He got up and approached Dante's body. As he did, a deafening scream echoed throughout the room for a brief moment before vanishing. He got his hands to cover both of his ears. "What the hell was that?!" He looked down at Dante and kicked his torso. "Hey, you have to clean these up!" Dante did not respond, obviously, he did not even react to the kick. A few moments later, his limbs started to fade, like what would happen to a body of a Shinigami who died. "What's happening?!" When it was only the upper half of his torso which was left, Zique realized that Dante had died-- yet again-- from a heart failure. By now, his body had already completely disappeared together with his clothing and Zanpakuto. Zique fell to his knees, eyes wide in shock about what had happened. His lieutenant and most loyal subordinate had just passed away before him and he couldn't have done anything to stop it.

[Couldn't think of a better way on how he would react. Anyway, after the one week time skip...]

Zique was lying down on one of this beds in the barracks. He always lied down on this bed that he could already claim it as his own, but it's not like they had specific beds assigned to each one in the room. He has not been sleeping as much lately. He still hasn't taken in Dante's death from a week ago. His dead gaze was locked on the ceiling and ignored Agi as he started to eat some sushi. Time passed and he did nothing but lie on his back. All of a sudden he dragged himself out of bed and grabbed Agi by the collar as he ate. His eyes had a bit more life in them, but the blank gaze still remained. His lazy voice spoke, "We're going to train." Rarely did he invite others to train, but this time it was different. To take his mind away from Dante's death, he decided to use Agi as a punching bag. "Oh yeah, you're the new lieutenant," he declared in a monotonous voice, with not a pinch of excitement. He lazily walked out the barracks and went straight to the underground training facility.

Mugen entered the old barracks of his old squad. He sat on an unmade bed and thought to himself, 'I'm finally back, i've returned to the place where I began my story... I'm finally back.' "And I plan to die as a squad 3 soul reaper!" Mugen now overjoyed with the fact that he had returned, hopped up and ran out the barracks door. He left for the training area, "It's about time I meet the old and the new of this abnormal family... oh! and it wouldn't hurt to catch up on my training." He exclaimed as he ran, dashed, tripped, and ran again to the grueling training area.