Post by Shun Minamoto on Jan 1, 2017 16:26:53 GMT -5
‘Captain Commander!’
Those were the first words he heard when he arrived in this world, somewhere out in what he thought was the regular Rukongai he usually ran into. What he didn’t know was that being recognized as the Captain Commander in a world that wans’t your own, usually wasn’t a good sign.
The Shinigami, a young man, was in a panic as he rushed to find Shun, laying in a field. He later came to understand that Shun’s spiritual pressure is what drew their attention. The size meant that, even though he was pretty far away, they immediately recognized him as the man they had been searching for: Shun Minamoto, the Captain Commander, the man destined to save them all and lead them back to glory.
Shun didn’t know the details, not yet. He hadn’t even been here a full five hours as of yet. But he had been half-carried, half-walked back to their “headquarters” when he was found. In reality, it was just a rather regular office building in the middle of the Rukongai, near the middle districts where such things still existed.
They tried to explain the details, and ask where he had been, but Shun had neither the energy nor the heart to give them the good news. So he excused himself and asked for his office, where he could take a deep breath and collect his thoughts. And now he was there, sitting behind a largely metal desk with a thick, darkly-finished wooden top. The rest of the place was bare, not a bookshelf to be seen, and the windows were both small and covered by blinds.
Hardly the place of work he would expect someone called the “Captain Commander” to inhabit, but it was nothing new. Shun had found and seen stranger. No doubt, there was stranger yet to come before he managed to get himself back to his proper home. He looked around the room, with his elbows leaned on the desk, with a sort of disgust at the situation.
How many times, now, had he caused damage and hurt to others? Each time, of course, was just because he was doing his usual job. He was just being a Shinigami, doing Shinigami things, only to meet with disaster—or, worse, hear about it after the fact.
It made him feel powerless, and now here he was, on the precipice of messing with a world that he most certainly shouldn’t be in. What disasters could follow from here? What else would he ruin despite the best of intentions, despite his strict duty and loyalty to what it means to be a Shinigami?
It just wasn’t working.
What worked for centuries on end, without fail, had turned into a rolling trainwreck that failed him at least twice as often as it helped him, now.
Now, without even knowing it, they wanted him to roll the dice against their favor—those Shinigami out there who mistook him for their missed leader—and had the utmost faith in him the entire time.
Shun jerked out of his depressive train of thought when he heard a knock at the door, and almost reflexively put on a smile.
“Come on in.”
*****
533 Words
Melody Black
Those were the first words he heard when he arrived in this world, somewhere out in what he thought was the regular Rukongai he usually ran into. What he didn’t know was that being recognized as the Captain Commander in a world that wans’t your own, usually wasn’t a good sign.
The Shinigami, a young man, was in a panic as he rushed to find Shun, laying in a field. He later came to understand that Shun’s spiritual pressure is what drew their attention. The size meant that, even though he was pretty far away, they immediately recognized him as the man they had been searching for: Shun Minamoto, the Captain Commander, the man destined to save them all and lead them back to glory.
Shun didn’t know the details, not yet. He hadn’t even been here a full five hours as of yet. But he had been half-carried, half-walked back to their “headquarters” when he was found. In reality, it was just a rather regular office building in the middle of the Rukongai, near the middle districts where such things still existed.
They tried to explain the details, and ask where he had been, but Shun had neither the energy nor the heart to give them the good news. So he excused himself and asked for his office, where he could take a deep breath and collect his thoughts. And now he was there, sitting behind a largely metal desk with a thick, darkly-finished wooden top. The rest of the place was bare, not a bookshelf to be seen, and the windows were both small and covered by blinds.
Hardly the place of work he would expect someone called the “Captain Commander” to inhabit, but it was nothing new. Shun had found and seen stranger. No doubt, there was stranger yet to come before he managed to get himself back to his proper home. He looked around the room, with his elbows leaned on the desk, with a sort of disgust at the situation.
How many times, now, had he caused damage and hurt to others? Each time, of course, was just because he was doing his usual job. He was just being a Shinigami, doing Shinigami things, only to meet with disaster—or, worse, hear about it after the fact.
It made him feel powerless, and now here he was, on the precipice of messing with a world that he most certainly shouldn’t be in. What disasters could follow from here? What else would he ruin despite the best of intentions, despite his strict duty and loyalty to what it means to be a Shinigami?
It just wasn’t working.
What worked for centuries on end, without fail, had turned into a rolling trainwreck that failed him at least twice as often as it helped him, now.
Now, without even knowing it, they wanted him to roll the dice against their favor—those Shinigami out there who mistook him for their missed leader—and had the utmost faith in him the entire time.
Shun jerked out of his depressive train of thought when he heard a knock at the door, and almost reflexively put on a smile.
“Come on in.”
*****
533 Words
Melody Black
