In the era of distorted dilemmas
Characters: Senbonzakura and Hisagomaru
When: November 9, late afternoon
Where: Senbonzakura's inner world
Rating: It's gotta be like, G
Summary: And for our last honoured guest, Hisagomaru.
[[Yes, I will stop the Senbonzakura spam now XD]]
[COMPLETE]
As Senbonzakura once again swept the sakura petals from the wooden deck he was reflective. He'd been talking to various Zanpakutou for just over two weeks now and had had many interesting encounters and had learned many valuable things. There was now much to ponder and reason over with Byakuya-san.
With a final flick of the wrist the petals were cleared and he turned his mind to his last guest for the time being. After having so many unusual acceptances he thought nothing would phase him anymore, but the reply of Hisagomaru quite nearly did. He knew pretty much nothing about this zanpakutou, but he had seen his wilder briefly. That time on the bridge, the boy who could just barely remain conscious in Byakuya's spiritual pressure. A strange but simple name - what was it? Ah, Yamada Hanatarou. What would a spirit bound to such a boy be like?
Preparing a selection of vanilla biscuits, dried fruit and rice crackers along with the usual green tea, Senbonzakura awaited his guest.
When: November 9, late afternoon
Where: Senbonzakura's inner world
Rating: It's gotta be like, G
Summary: And for our last honoured guest, Hisagomaru.
[[Yes, I will stop the Senbonzakura spam now XD]]
[COMPLETE]
As Senbonzakura once again swept the sakura petals from the wooden deck he was reflective. He'd been talking to various Zanpakutou for just over two weeks now and had had many interesting encounters and had learned many valuable things. There was now much to ponder and reason over with Byakuya-san.
With a final flick of the wrist the petals were cleared and he turned his mind to his last guest for the time being. After having so many unusual acceptances he thought nothing would phase him anymore, but the reply of Hisagomaru quite nearly did. He knew pretty much nothing about this zanpakutou, but he had seen his wilder briefly. That time on the bridge, the boy who could just barely remain conscious in Byakuya's spiritual pressure. A strange but simple name - what was it? Ah, Yamada Hanatarou. What would a spirit bound to such a boy be like?
Preparing a selection of vanilla biscuits, dried fruit and rice crackers along with the usual green tea, Senbonzakura awaited his guest.