There wasn't much to the life of an assassin. While some people thought all that an assassin did was eat, sleep, kill, train to kill, they were only mostly right. Some picked up interesting hobbies. One such hobbyist was Jun Minamoto, though his hobby was more forced than anything. He was a Host to thousands of species of insects, some of which weren't even technically documented and were only found within his ribcage or pancreas. Really, if he was a human being, he could have discovered several species and even created newer ones without trying.

But he wasn't, and he didn't care. They kept him alive, so he fed them and kept them alive. Symbiosis.

Within his area of the Second Division, where he could maintain his insects peacefully without worrying about some strange member of another division deciding that this anthill needed to stop existing, Jun tended to his insects. The small group of spiders that ran down his hands were particularly thrilled with their development of an antivenom to a poison that Jun worked through on his last mission given to him by Zhu Long. Turns out, he was perfect for taking out uprisings in the Rukongai that had the potential to become toxic. Swordsmen who thought they were hot shit because of a poison-coated blade, or a dagger that managed to become soaked in errant hollow blood that just so happened to infect the hosts with a lethal case of ebola, so on, so forth.

Everything was fine until the sun hit a window, which then reflected the sunlight against another glass piece. This went on for a length of time, which was rather strange. It wasn't until the now extremely potent and almost laser-like ray of sunlight hit one of his spiders and set it ablaze, that Jun Minamoto realized God hated him. With smoke rising from the corpse of one of his 'soldiers', Jun let out a quiet sigh, and an appropriately defeated "Fuck."

Sumōkī Kuma is my name and fighting fires is my game. Kuma showed up as irritated as one might expect when he saw his beacon, smoke pouring from an apparently dead bug. Kuma showed up and glared at the Bug Shinigami, mildly disgusted with him for what he had done. "How many times do I have to tell you guys that these forests are fucking rare, and destroying them is a sin to the Soul King himself? You're all really a fucking drag I swear to God man." Kuma placed his head in his hands and sighed, using his Smoke manipulation to absorb the smoke and embers into his body before they could form a proper fire. "Let's head back to the training ground, we can hang out and talk there Jun. After-all, we haven't talked since what, our graduation from the academy? We're probably due to catch-up."

Provided the response was an affirmative one, Kuma would begin Shunpoing towards the barracks and wait for Jun to accompany him in a more official capacity.

Of course it was him. Kuma the Cunt-a.

Whatever he was talking about with the forests, and the Soul King, and yada yada yada, Jun didn't understand much of. There was no forest. The area he was in was only lightly foliaged, mainly with undergrowth that allowed his colony to hide. But, from what he viewed Kuma as, the man wasn't all 'there' to begin with. Always showing up where he wasn't needed, but claiming it was his absolute duty.

This would be more annoying than Lapis trying to keep a conversation.

He gave a nod, with a roll of the only visible gunmetal eye, and let Kuma take the lead. It would be some time before he arrived, as he had to properly dispose of the body of his spider. A centipede crawled from his sleeve, immediately cutting the limbs and then the individual pieces of the body, before devouring it with gusto. Cannibalism, technically, as they were all part of Jun. But just another thing that he wasn't shaken by. With the disposal taken care of, he flash stepped towards the barracks, where Kuma was already waiting. "Kuma."

It seemed that Jun was less than pleased with Kuma's attempt at teaching him responsibility and if he was being honest, he couldn't exactly blame him. He wasn't sure what had made him the arbiter of forest protection, but he reckoned that it had a lot to do with the silly fucking name his mother had given him. On a less related note fuck that woman. Beyond that, as he inevitably spoke to the man it seemed that he wasn't resistant to heading back towards the barracks, and so that was the action they would shoot for presently. Kuma tried not to stare as the one eyed wonder Jun followed behind him, and Kuma made sure to stay at least 10 feet ahead of him at all times because for some reason this creepy, this freaky creepazoid from the depths of hell was covered in bugs and spiders, cannibalistic ones at that and the simple thought of it was enough to make Kuma's skin crawl. Smoke lightly poured off of his skin as his nerves got the better of him, at least until they arrived that was.

Once they arrived at the barracks Kuma would wave Jun out onto the training floor, raising his twin blades from his hips with both hands. "I kinda wanted to test something anyway so.. this is convenient really. Come at me Jun, let's have a spar for old times sake eh?.."

The Host raised an eye to Kuma, who suggested a sparring session. For Old Times Sake? God, he hated this man. He remembered the last few times that they sparred, when they were still in the academy. Kuma was always grossed out by his colony, and Jun was disgusted with the smoke that emanated off of his body.

Fair.

"Why?"

The question was simple, but it was more of a distraction. Instead of striking up some thrilling conversation with his absolute BFF, Jun let his Colony begin to... return. With their return, the insects from around the training yard and the floor below them began to crawl and creep, sneaking around Kuma, and staying put. Whether they were set to attack or were simply waiting for a command to go away or return, Jun wasn't sure of. Yet.

Jun raised an eye towards Kuma and seemed to be acting confused by the very suggestion of a spar. Kuma almost fell for it, letting his guard down temporarily before feeling the floor crawling beneath him. Bugs, bugs, bugs, fucking everywhere around him and at that exact moment his body began to tingle and smoke began to pour out of every pore of his body. He left the ground in an instant, Nodachi's placed firmly in both hands as he Shunpo'd in towards Jun realizing what bug boy was trying before he even made up his mind. Kuma made a horizontal slash across Jun's chest, hoping that it would hit it's mark but he knew better than to assume that it would. Jun was a tricky customer, and trying to ruin his field-control was one of the most important factors in this fight for Kuma which was why he already had a plan to do that waiting in the wings.

Regardless as to whether or not the slash with the knife landed Kuma would immediately Shunpo backwards and up, so that he had a fair shot at avoiding any bug affairs from then on. He watched silently and waited for Jun to make his move.

Jun wasn't keen on trading blows quite yet, quickly raising his own zanpakutou up to block the strike with a vertical guard. As if to continue getting under Kuma's skin, the blade let out a cicada's chittering call, with rattles coming from within, but with no bug in sight. Jun's lips went from a sour line to a devious smirk. Kuma couldn't have been... scared and creeped out by him, could he? What a child.

"Bugs can fly, you know." Holding up his hand, the bandages began to vibrate and move around before a loud buzzing noise could have been heard from beneath his skin. His palm was slowly being separated by the mandibles of a small hive of wasps, which ached to eat something different today. Something with a smokey aftertaste.

Suddenly, the wasps were sent towards Kuma, aiming to, at the very least, irritate him and make him act rashly to get them the fuck away. While they took care of the possible distraction, Jun flashstepped towards the man and swung his blade high, as if to lop the bastards head right off.

It seemed that Jun wasn't keen on trading blows this early in the fight, and so he quickly raised his own Zanpakuto to counter Kuma's own. His Vertical Guard stopped Kuma's blade and in an instant he would hear the cicada's chittering call, as creepy as it was all it accomplished was forcing Kuma out of his range with a quickness previously unseen. Even from far away Kuma could see the devious smirk spreading across Jun's face from ear to.. erm.. ear? Fuck Jun's face was weird. Yet on cue as Kuma got caught up in how hideous Jun was, the man mentioned that bugs could fly and he immediately watched as the bandages on his arm began to rattle, and a horde of wasps came pouring out. Not a bad trick. Shame Kuma had a better one.

Kuma took a deep breath in a hurry and launched a giant ashy cloud of smoke and burning embers, frying whatever got caught inside of it. If the man hadn't got out of the way before making his attack, he would surely be charred, and if he continued his offensive Kuma would be sure to parry the blade with his own before using his off hand to fire a quick Hadou 4 at the bastards knees. Kuma was excited for the first time in a long while. He needed to win this fight..

When the flames incinerated his wasps, he could feel the chittering within his ribcage get louder, demanding some sort of revenge for the members of his flying colonies. They would have it.

The blade was parried, and Jun wasn't much for being surprised about it. Kuma wouldn't allow himself to fall for some easy tricks. But when the Byakurai came, all Jun needed to see was the blue-white light beginning to emit from the man's fingers before his retreat. The bullet grazed his bandages, causing the linens to begin to redden, but within seconds, a series of ants began to envelop the wound, stopping it from bleeding further.

"That was dirty." He began to grab the air, a yellow light emitting from his hand before drawing two more lights, connected by a line of gold. The Shitotsu Sansen Bakudou began to form, jetting itself at Kuma at an incredible speed with the intent to nail his ass to the wall and let Jun take a good old fashion beating to his face.

After the wasps were burned Kuma could see the wasps in Jun's ribcage chittering even louder, Kuma's blade was parried and after using Hadou 4 he noticed that he had at least hit his target there. He was however shocked and disgusted to see that the man allowed ants to seal his wound shut for him. Even the sight of it was enough to freak Kuma out a bit, but he knew better than to let this distract him. Even without the creepy crawly shit, Jun was a dangerous man. The man commented something about Kuma fighting dirty, and before Kuma could muster a response a light he felt himself being pinned to the wall. He quickly dropped a smoke bomb as he was pinned and allowed it to envelop the area, hoping that it would provide enough of a distraction for him to pry himself off the wall he had been posted to.

Of course the caveat to this was if he wasn't able to do that, the fight was probably about to end.