"Ok. This time they really went too far."
"N-No, it's alri-OW!"
"Hanatarou, they booby trapped your broom!" Isane said, enraged. Kiyone flinched as her older sister pulled yet another splinter out of Hanatarou's right arm before turning her glare on her. "You don't have anything to do with this, right?"
"O-Of course not! I'm not so... Ruthless." The shinigami said in her defense as another member of their division pulled the last splinter out of their patient's arm before cleaning the cuts.
As suggested, Kiyone had followed Hanatarou around all day. The 7th seat had done nothing that could validate Kiyone's theory, much to her chagrin, and she had been witness to some of the daily bullying the boy was subject to but the day had ended abruptly when Hanataro's broom suddenly exploded in his hands and filled his arms with wood splinters. "I agree with you, nee-chan. This is way too much for a prank."
"Indeed. I'm opening an investigation about this." Isane declared as she strapped a few bandages to wrap Hanatarou's arms with.
"No, Isane-san. It's okay... I mean..." The two sisters turned in Hanatarou's direction as one woman. "That could cause trouble, right?"
"C-Cause tr-!" Isane groaned. The image of the perverted Hanatarou disappeared from the younger sister's mind.
"It's okay. I'm used to it." It was replaced by another one.
"... Yamada-san, I may have a theory about why your Zanpakuto doesn't want to talk to you."
"Uh? Really?" The shinigami said as he checked he bandages. "What..."
"IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A WIMP!" Hanatarou cringed while his division colleagues instinctively plugged their ears just in time. As Ukitake can sadly testify, Kiyone can be quite loud when she wants to. "PEOPLE PRANK AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU AND YOU DON'T EVEN REACT! NOW THEY TRY TO BLOW YOU UP AND YOU DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHO WAS IT?!"
"Yeeee! I-I'm sorryyyyyyyy!" he screamed, cowering in fear, much to Kiyone's further annoyance. She glared at him.
"That's it. You're coming with me."
"U-Uh?" Kiyone suddenly grabbed onto Hanatarou's arm and started pulling, bringing him away.
"Kiyone!"
"Sorry, nee-chan. I just can't stand it. A guy this wimpy... Come on!"
"Noooo!" The 7th seat cried pathetically before he was forcefully shunpoed away.
"... That... That... Aaaargh!" Isane roared, pulling at her hair. "Why must she always be like this..."
"Oh, I think it's fine. It's not like your sister wants to harm Hanatarou, right?" Isane sighed and turned around, the visage of her captain calming her down a bit.
"Not intentionally. But my sister is known for letting herself be... Dragged into troublesome endeavors." The squabbles with her fellow third seat are legendary. She wished Ukitake would make up his mind and choose a new lieutenant, already. "And Hanatarou isn't exactly one to oppose being bullied around."
"Well, as long as she doesn't do anything to worsen the wounds on his arms, she should be fine." Isane nodded... And then realized something. She slowly turned in Unohana's direction, her eyes wide. The older woman was smiling.
"Captain... Hanatarou had the incident less than half an hour ago."
"Did he, now." She replied amicably.
"... The point is... How did you know..." Isane stopped. Unohana was still smiling but her eyes were now opened. "... Nevermind."