This was not his family's manor. This was the first thought to enter the muddled head of the captain of the 6th division of the Gotei 13. Point in fact, it was not, as far as he could determine, anywhere in the Seireitei. But, then... where was he? And, why did he feel so weak, so sluggish, so... so solid?
...Earth. He was in the mortal world. But, that made no sense; it was fairly difficult to force a shinigami into a gigai, particularly without waking them. Furthermore, the idea that he could have been carried through a Senkaimon, and still been asleep?
No. There was something more to this. Something sinister.
Forcing away the anxiety that had begun to form, he took stock of his situation: his uniform, gone. Scarf and kenseikan, gone. Senbonzakura...
...gone. No, not just gone... it was as though the zanpakutou had been unmade; he could not even sense the reishi it was composed of! But, who could possibly have
( ... )
He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever slept so well. It was an odd sensation to feel so relaxed, warm and comfortable that it kept the sword contently dozing. Rolling over onto his side, one arm was thrown over his body sleepily as the back of his hand gently slammed down onto the surface of the mattress. A slight frown marred the Star Dragon Sword’s face at the sensation, but the fact that he was resting so contently caused his mind to sluggishly work over the small fact to the point where it almost went entirely ignored
( ... )
He leaned forward to eye the toaster's insides, seeing the satchel he'd somehow dropped in there. The switch was off, so it was OK to fish out with his hand. The man then ripped the packaging to spill its contents into a foam cup.
Instant noodles: the simplest meal for the starved. Cheapest, too. In this apartment, countless cups of the stuff were everywhere. Windowsills, kitchen bench, floor, coffee table, cabinet... The resident would occasionally say he'd employ a maid someday, but there were two reasons why he hadn't. One - he was almost never there; what's the point of cleaning living space when you aren't gonna live in it? Two - even if he managed to break a record and lose his job a third time, having the joke of a salary he had still wasn't enough to pay the bills, let alone hire a house servant
( ... )
There were many emotions running through her. Anger, fear, and even those more complex emotions of sadness, regret, and longing. Where was this? Where was Ion? She had died, hadn't she? If she was really dead, then Ion should be here. She should be able to see him, be with him. Ion
( ... )
Pain dominated everything, even over the sound of crunching metal. Everything ached, even his toenails, if that was even possible. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Touma felt Arago leave him draped over Shin, limp and groaning from the awkward position. Touma knew he wasn't light, and with the force the demon had used in playing Trooper badminton, both of them were hurting quite a bit.
They didn't stay that way for long. Touma barely noticed his energy draining out of him before everything went black.
"Mr. Fujimori, time to wake up! You'll get to go to the library!" A nurse's hand reached down to shake the sleeping boy's arm gently. "Your parents mentioned how much you loved books."
Touma just figured he was in a relatively pleasant dream, laying sprawled out on his bed and tangled in the sheets. Nothing hurt, no one was screaming, and, most importantly, no evil demon trying to steal his yoroi. Then someone just had to shake him awake, even going so far as to utter the words 'library' and 'books.' At least,
( ... )
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...Earth. He was in the mortal world. But, that made no sense; it was fairly difficult to force a shinigami into a gigai, particularly without waking them. Furthermore, the idea that he could have been carried through a Senkaimon, and still been asleep?
No. There was something more to this. Something sinister.
Forcing away the anxiety that had begun to form, he took stock of his situation: his uniform, gone. Scarf and kenseikan, gone. Senbonzakura...
...gone. No, not just gone... it was as though the zanpakutou had been unmade; he could not even sense the reishi it was composed of! But, who could possibly have ( ... )
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He leaned forward to eye the toaster's insides, seeing the satchel he'd somehow dropped in there. The switch was off, so it was OK to fish out with his hand. The man then ripped the packaging to spill its contents into a foam cup.
Instant noodles: the simplest meal for the starved. Cheapest, too. In this apartment, countless cups of the stuff were everywhere. Windowsills, kitchen bench, floor, coffee table, cabinet... The resident would occasionally say he'd employ a maid someday, but there were two reasons why he hadn't. One - he was almost never there; what's the point of cleaning living space when you aren't gonna live in it? Two - even if he managed to break a record and lose his job a third time, having the joke of a salary he had still wasn't enough to pay the bills, let alone hire a house servant ( ... )
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They didn't stay that way for long. Touma barely noticed his energy draining out of him before everything went black.
"Mr. Fujimori, time to wake up! You'll get to go to the library!" A nurse's hand reached down to shake the sleeping boy's arm gently. "Your parents mentioned how much you loved books."
Touma just figured he was in a relatively pleasant dream, laying sprawled out on his bed and tangled in the sheets. Nothing hurt, no one was screaming, and, most importantly, no evil demon trying to steal his yoroi. Then someone just had to shake him awake, even going so far as to utter the words 'library' and 'books.' At least, ( ... )
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