Cooperation, that's what he had with the guards this time around. Being led back to his cell he looked down at the ground, never making eye contact with anyone now. He felt degraded, never being thanked or given a short sentence from the Commander. He was stripped of his beloved weapon, his companion in his eyes. Once he was infront of his cell he waited till the door was opened. Once opened he calmly walked inside and went to his usual corner, not even letting the guards come near him to take away his bonds. He was thinking, deeply thinking within his mind on what to do now that he was back in his cage.

The Maggots Nest... The dirtiest, worst, more disgusting place in all of the Soul Society. Even worse then the Zaraki District. The only thing beautiful about it was the magical enchantments on it to keep it's prisoners inside the damned place. The prisoners hoot and call after any female, prisoner or Shinigami, that walk through the halls and stairs. Especially a smaller and beautiful female. However, their calls were only yelled when the petite woman was several strides away. They felt her reiatsu, knew she was a captain from her Haori. You could tell by the smirk on her face that they amused her, scared of someone so much tinier than them.

Zenna Kata Taransu walked calmly through the Maggots Nest, on a mission of her own. She made sure all of her reiatsu was released so the prisoners could feel her power and not feel like they could take her on... even with a Zanpaktō. She was looking for a specific prisoner, Khael Nobunaga. A man she remembered helping putting in that damned cage. The previous Captain captured the bastard and she was happy to know he was still in this hell hole. However, she did hear that he could possibly have information she needed. He had broken out not so long ago... Perhaps he had gathered information she wanted.

She stepped in front of the cell and looked down at the male, sitting in his corner like a pathetic dog. She tilted her head, he was different... he didn't beg for her to please him. Curious. "Khael Nobunaga." She said matter of factly. Her hands twitched, ready to remove a Zanpaktō if she needed to. She stood before him in all her slender, the Captain of Division Six... She began to wonder what his reaction would be... Perhaps he'd recognize her from long ago. What would he do?

Feeling her spiritual pressure, he forced himself uperbally nor heard what she had said to him. He forced himself off the floor. He walked up infront of her and bowed. His hands stuck up sloghtly, showing that he was still bound. He never answered her verbally either. He only knew it was her due to the immense pressure he felt on his body. After his initial bow he straightened himself and looked her dead in the eyes. His eyes were infact dead looking, holding no concern for life what so ever while he was locked up. He was a stone cold killer of spiritual beings.

Zenna raised an eyebrow, before rolling her eyes. She glanced up and down the halls before removing her zanpaktō and motioned for the male to turn around. She was going to temporarily cut the man's bonds. Hopefully he knew not to mess with her, she was too strong for him to deal with as an enemy. Her eyes continuously checked the halls in case of someone walking down and catching her. However, this may be worth the risk.

He turned his back to her, allowing her to cut the bindings that bound him. He would be grateful to be free for a short period of time. He knew she was breaking one of the rules of the Maggotd Nest with bringing her weapon into this place of damned murderious ingrates and other scum like himself. His head was bowed and he knew not to mess with her. He wanted Roiben to come and supervise their meeting, because he had questions for the Captain of Squad 2.

Zenna swung the dangerous blade down quickly, cutting the bindings of Khael's arms. The tip of her sword went down to the ground and began to write on the ground. Speak Sign Language? She let her piercing eyes move back to the male with a questioning look on her eyes as her hands cleaned the dirt off the tip of Mizu and sheathed the blade. Zenna moved to the opposite wall and sat down on the floor lazily, her eyes never leaving the prisoner.

Rubbing his wrists he looked down at what she had scribbled on the floor. Turning he nodded, hoping that would answer her question. Quickly his hands did their magic and he signed out Why do you ask Captain? He wanted to know why she had come here and why he was so important of a prisoner right now.

A smirk came to the girls lips as she watched the prisoner move. His hands worked to make the silent language perfectly, even though his hands were just bound. Zenna cracked her neck, before she half-heartedly lifted her hands and replied in sign language to the pathetic man. Because there was someone in that battle that I am looking for. I need to know if you saw her. She dropped her hands for a second before she leaned her head back against the wall she was leaning against.

She had violet hair and eyes, wields two zanpaktō like me. Most likely had a leather strap over half her face and once one sleeve. Her name is Kurisuten Mu-a... Did you see this woman? She described the woman and asked her question. She cursed herself silently. What if this was just a wasted trip? What insurances are there that she could keep the man from telling others what she came her for?

Rubbing the back of his head lightly the brute thought of who he had fought and who he had seen. A girl with that description never popped up in his memory. Sorry, I don't remember seeing this woman you speak of. Khael quickly signed out. Why is she so important? He asked a few seconds after his first reply to the female captain.

((Sorry for it being so short))

Zenna frowned darkly and sighed as she let her head fall back against the wall. She closed her eyes and sat there quietly, contemplating her next course of action. She opened her eyes and actually smiled at the prisoner. She as information important to me... she replied plainly, before pushing herself off the ground. The muscles in her arms, legs and torso flexing as she made her movements. Thank you for your time, Khael. Zenna signed absent-mindedly.

Shaking his head his hands quickly moved. I am sure I could find her if given her scent and being freed to redeem myself, but I will need my blade. He signed rather quickly. He was trying to redeem himself for the lives he took, even if it meant working for the Gotei 13. He would do anything at this point to try and get his act together, he would even renounce the blade that had corrupted him when he first left the academy. I am sure a Captain or two could keep me on track, the big man, Captain Matsumoto and even you. I just got word of Captain Matsumoto getting his cloak for when he leaves the soul society to go and track Hollows or when he wants to venture and see his old home and even his living siblings. He quickly signed, knowing Keto Matsumoto was the wolf out of the Captains and one of the biggest in size, he was ofcourse called the Big Man or the Modern Kenpachi Zaraki.