Post by Rufio Cabrón on Jul 12, 2015 17:08:13 GMT -5
Three forty-eight A.M.
He didn't need to look at his denreishiki to confirm this time. Time was an exact thing, something that was always kept track of, seconds ticking down in the back of his mind. Each footstep, each breath, each draw, each swing. Measured. It was how he lived.
The shadows wrapped around him like a lover as the seconds counted down into minutes. He was hidden, and waiting. His mistress had summoned him last night, and entrusted him with a special mission. It was one that would take him a long time to complete to satisfaction, but it was expected of this kind of mission. He was satisfied to be trusted with this. A use for him that was perfect, something that the sword could do for his wielder.
He pulled a file out of his clothing, opening it, reading it even within the shadows.
Enyo Hanabi.
She was his task. To train her. His mistress told him his mission briefly, that she had failed in every possible way in a recent mission to the human world, and that she could no longer waste the time on something so useless. She wanted him to train her until she was good enough for his mistress's time. The pages flipped through as he went over the information for the fiftieth time. Age. Height. Weight. Time in the academy. Records of classes and grades. Records of missions undetaken while in the academy. Information on her Zanpakuto that he was sure was only in the exclusive file provided to him. Every possible aspect of her life was written down and summarized for him to digest. He could ask for nothing more from her, it was all upon his shoulders now.
And he did not accept failure.
The night had been spent awake, devising and perfecting training regimens specifically to shore up her weaknesses and further enhance her strengths. Tactics and lessons and reading lists. Everything would be his whetstone, and he would make her perfect, for only perfection was good enough for a sword.
A closed file slipped back into his jacket as the clock rolled over to three fifty-nine. It was time. He moved like a shadow, soundless and unnoticeable. Entering the student barracks was not a problem, it wasn't like they were guarded. Her room had been provided in the file as well, and he slipped into it noiselessly, walking into the spartan room provided to her. It was still better than what most academy students got, considering she didn't share a room with a large number of other girls. Likely the doing of his mistress, to afford her room to think and concentrate.
He examined her in the brief few seconds he had before the hour struck. Words and pictures could only tell you so much. Her breathing was even and her hair was splayed out around her, a dark black color easily fading in with the darkness of the room. She was relaxed, and comfortable in her sleep.
And unprepared.
His foot came down hard upon the floor, shaking it under her as he barked, loud enough to wake her, but not anyone else in the building.
"Get up."
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WC/GP 538/10
He didn't need to look at his denreishiki to confirm this time. Time was an exact thing, something that was always kept track of, seconds ticking down in the back of his mind. Each footstep, each breath, each draw, each swing. Measured. It was how he lived.
The shadows wrapped around him like a lover as the seconds counted down into minutes. He was hidden, and waiting. His mistress had summoned him last night, and entrusted him with a special mission. It was one that would take him a long time to complete to satisfaction, but it was expected of this kind of mission. He was satisfied to be trusted with this. A use for him that was perfect, something that the sword could do for his wielder.
He pulled a file out of his clothing, opening it, reading it even within the shadows.
Enyo Hanabi.
She was his task. To train her. His mistress told him his mission briefly, that she had failed in every possible way in a recent mission to the human world, and that she could no longer waste the time on something so useless. She wanted him to train her until she was good enough for his mistress's time. The pages flipped through as he went over the information for the fiftieth time. Age. Height. Weight. Time in the academy. Records of classes and grades. Records of missions undetaken while in the academy. Information on her Zanpakuto that he was sure was only in the exclusive file provided to him. Every possible aspect of her life was written down and summarized for him to digest. He could ask for nothing more from her, it was all upon his shoulders now.
And he did not accept failure.
The night had been spent awake, devising and perfecting training regimens specifically to shore up her weaknesses and further enhance her strengths. Tactics and lessons and reading lists. Everything would be his whetstone, and he would make her perfect, for only perfection was good enough for a sword.
A closed file slipped back into his jacket as the clock rolled over to three fifty-nine. It was time. He moved like a shadow, soundless and unnoticeable. Entering the student barracks was not a problem, it wasn't like they were guarded. Her room had been provided in the file as well, and he slipped into it noiselessly, walking into the spartan room provided to her. It was still better than what most academy students got, considering she didn't share a room with a large number of other girls. Likely the doing of his mistress, to afford her room to think and concentrate.
He examined her in the brief few seconds he had before the hour struck. Words and pictures could only tell you so much. Her breathing was even and her hair was splayed out around her, a dark black color easily fading in with the darkness of the room. She was relaxed, and comfortable in her sleep.
And unprepared.
His foot came down hard upon the floor, shaking it under her as he barked, loud enough to wake her, but not anyone else in the building.
"Get up."
~~~~~~
WC/GP 538/10
