Primera Espada
09-17-2007, 09:53 PM
A strange thing, it is, to feel cold and lonely in soul society, where the very air is filled with the energy of life. Reishi flow everywhere, in varying capacities, and are constantly, though slowly, being absorbed by shinigami. It is amazingly difficult, then, for such a creature as a death god to truly feel cold while in his home plane of existance.
Nobuo cannot remember when last he felt warm. Burning, perhaps, due to bouts of rage, but never true warmth. He was still struggling with demons of his past, trying to figure out why his best friend had betrayed him, and his shinigami comrades, in order to venture off in search of the previous turncoat captains.
What could he want? What could he hope to obtain? Why was he so easily swayed? And most of all... why did he abandon Nobuo?
"Dammit!" Nobuo muttered, slamming a fist into a nearby wall. His power, though certainly noticably higher than any mere rukongai citizen, was nothing compared to the structures and people in Sereitei. He was from there, Rukongai, from one of the... harsher districts.
These days it seemed commonplace for rukongai rats to randomly show promise, and become shinigami. He was one of them. Nothing special, really.
"Hey, hey!" another 11th division member called out, "Nobuo! Get a move on! If you don't get to your post on time again, the captain will kill you!"
He meant it too.
Nobuo smiled.
One thing he liked was how much the 11th division pushed him... how FAR it pushed him. He'd have hell to pay if he didn't get to his post on time. Shrugging off his inner-worries, he ventured off, hurrying to his position near the east gate.
Nobuo cannot remember when last he felt warm. Burning, perhaps, due to bouts of rage, but never true warmth. He was still struggling with demons of his past, trying to figure out why his best friend had betrayed him, and his shinigami comrades, in order to venture off in search of the previous turncoat captains.
What could he want? What could he hope to obtain? Why was he so easily swayed? And most of all... why did he abandon Nobuo?
"Dammit!" Nobuo muttered, slamming a fist into a nearby wall. His power, though certainly noticably higher than any mere rukongai citizen, was nothing compared to the structures and people in Sereitei. He was from there, Rukongai, from one of the... harsher districts.
These days it seemed commonplace for rukongai rats to randomly show promise, and become shinigami. He was one of them. Nothing special, really.
"Hey, hey!" another 11th division member called out, "Nobuo! Get a move on! If you don't get to your post on time again, the captain will kill you!"
He meant it too.
Nobuo smiled.
One thing he liked was how much the 11th division pushed him... how FAR it pushed him. He'd have hell to pay if he didn't get to his post on time. Shrugging off his inner-worries, he ventured off, hurrying to his position near the east gate.