[ There's a little boy sitting under a ragged tree during early summer rainfall, his yellow-ochre yukata stained and torn with old brown blood as he shivers. Head down, shaggy hair drips steadily onto wiry bent knees, everything about his expression closed off as he cries, mouth open on silent wet sobs. A splash of dirty grey and mint-green lining ( Read more... )

[ The air is cool against his face, fresh and clean after so long in the fetid darkness of the cell. It's bright, almost too bright, yet his dark eyes narrow only slightly as he tips his chin up to cast a glance at the sky. Discomfort is a fleeting thing, a mere annoyance that is easily ignored. He welcomes the burning tingle of that brightness, ( Read more... )

[ There's that cat again, sitting in the sky. Watching you. Aizen's reiatsu and intelligence packed into a four-legged fluffpot with a pimp-curl between twitching ears.

... Damn it, where did Ichipooch run off to? They had an epic battle to finish. ]

[ Eleven-year-old Sousuke is sitting at a desk practicing his calligraphy. Everything is very neat about the affair, including the pots and brushes laid out on the table before which he kneels. Slow, even strokes as he works on the kanji for 'Patience'.

It's a very nice day outside and the porch shouji are pushed aside, allowing the sunlight and ( Read more... )

[ The youngest Aizen in the nexus happens to be standing in the middle of a field bathed in summer sunshine, the world glowing vivid green and gold, lush with a clear sky and warm breeze. The tussocks brush against his yukata as he halts to lean down and reach into a cheerful little pond for, only moments ago, a pebble dropped out of the sky and ( Read more... )