Kenta coughed into his hand, moving it he looked down seeing blood on his hand. [I]Not now, it was supposed to last a week atleast![/I] Kenta thought as he wiped the rest of the blood from his mouth. During the year he had been working non-stop, and training, hardly had any time for sleep. His eyes had drooped a bit due to the lack of sleep and it was recently catching up to him. The stress of work, the stress of reaching his goal, the stress of covering for Hikari....It was all getting to him. He kept it hidden from Rio, and Captain Kuchiki, kept himself together around them. Squad four was the place he went to weekly so they could work on him, atleast stop him from dying from the fucking stress for a little bit. He stood up putting his pen down, being the Lieutenant....It was a place he never really wanted, or aimed for. He remembered the time back at dinner with Rio....Captain Kuchiki....Kuroda....Mieke....Expressing how much he didn't care for ranks, now look at where he was, pretty much risking his health for the position, atleast he took it seriously. He looked around, still more paperwork, after the trip to Squad four. Strapping his Zanpakuto around his chest he walked out the barracks and to Squad four, inside he tried keeping himself together, "It didn't last the whole week, I think it's getting worse," he said with a normal cough.