Post by Sabitsura Moriya on Dec 17, 2016 17:29:55 GMT -5
Another day, another demands. Do this, do those and you’ll get your dinner. Funny considering he’s the fourth squad cook - of course he will get his fill! There are times when the pretty Shinigami wanted to just forget about it all and dash off into the sunset, but every time he does so, he was reminded the time during the invasion, that mysterious first squad woman and the look on the faces of the students who he had protected was enough for him to stop and work.
His duty today was to repair the malfunctioning sensor in District nine. Not too far off, about half a day casual walk there and back. Of course they would want him to do it quickly as possible so they can squeeze every workday out of him, like a slave. He was never a fan of being the sheep; he would rather be the shepherd that guides the people. To control and to protect those with his life, for the sheep were his livelihood. Considering the hierarchy, he’s in no position to bargain for better standings. He just need to do something dramatic to get their attention, although he did thought cooking food naked with just an apron, just enough for them to get their startled and shocked eyes on him.
He let out a soft sigh. Today he has been rather lucky for he is not alone with this job. He got someone from the fifth squad, a woman who seems to be adept in fighting. At first he began to wonder why he got a partner in what seems to be a rather simple job, but then it hits him. He was roughed up from the unexpected fight on Earth which left him in a near death state. Still, he survived, he always the lucky boy. Gifted with health, abundance of wealth and especially of them all, his beauty, although his beauty may have to take a step back with a bandage woven around the forehead and his right wrist to the index and middle finger bound together. Fourth squad had no time for him to recuperate and demanded him to do this job right at this instant. With a light tinge of pain surging through the left side of his rib, he kept his movement through the well-off district in Rukongai, inching ever so closer towards the malfunctioning sensor. He began to look over to the red haired comrade with a weak smile; even smiling is still pretty painful for poor Kahōmono Moriya.
“We’re almost there, just a few metres away,” he pauses, letting his words trail with a mute, realising that he had failed to remember her name. He was sure that he had his head knocked about numerous times that he began to try and recall her name,
“Aliana…?” No it can’t be her, if it was, his head would’ve been in a worse state with her constant prattling and complaining. Rocking body, but terrible manners, wouldn’t go anywhere near her after his short meeting with the woman.
But really… who is she? He thought. “Sorry, I’m afraid that I got hit in the head far too many times to remember your name.” He gave himself a brief half pirouette turn to face her with his war worn look on his face, but even with all the bandages and the tiredness look on his face, he’s still as beautiful as ever. With his long hair carefully groomed with a single bang draped over his right eye. At least his smile was left unscathed, even if it painful to broadly smile.
His duty today was to repair the malfunctioning sensor in District nine. Not too far off, about half a day casual walk there and back. Of course they would want him to do it quickly as possible so they can squeeze every workday out of him, like a slave. He was never a fan of being the sheep; he would rather be the shepherd that guides the people. To control and to protect those with his life, for the sheep were his livelihood. Considering the hierarchy, he’s in no position to bargain for better standings. He just need to do something dramatic to get their attention, although he did thought cooking food naked with just an apron, just enough for them to get their startled and shocked eyes on him.
He let out a soft sigh. Today he has been rather lucky for he is not alone with this job. He got someone from the fifth squad, a woman who seems to be adept in fighting. At first he began to wonder why he got a partner in what seems to be a rather simple job, but then it hits him. He was roughed up from the unexpected fight on Earth which left him in a near death state. Still, he survived, he always the lucky boy. Gifted with health, abundance of wealth and especially of them all, his beauty, although his beauty may have to take a step back with a bandage woven around the forehead and his right wrist to the index and middle finger bound together. Fourth squad had no time for him to recuperate and demanded him to do this job right at this instant. With a light tinge of pain surging through the left side of his rib, he kept his movement through the well-off district in Rukongai, inching ever so closer towards the malfunctioning sensor. He began to look over to the red haired comrade with a weak smile; even smiling is still pretty painful for poor Kahōmono Moriya.
“We’re almost there, just a few metres away,” he pauses, letting his words trail with a mute, realising that he had failed to remember her name. He was sure that he had his head knocked about numerous times that he began to try and recall her name,
“Aliana…?” No it can’t be her, if it was, his head would’ve been in a worse state with her constant prattling and complaining. Rocking body, but terrible manners, wouldn’t go anywhere near her after his short meeting with the woman.
But really… who is she? He thought. “Sorry, I’m afraid that I got hit in the head far too many times to remember your name.” He gave himself a brief half pirouette turn to face her with his war worn look on his face, but even with all the bandages and the tiredness look on his face, he’s still as beautiful as ever. With his long hair carefully groomed with a single bang draped over his right eye. At least his smile was left unscathed, even if it painful to broadly smile.
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