7 Days | By : fuusunshine Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 3334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Tuesday
The early morning sun streamed through her balcony window. She sat on the edge of her rather large bed fiddling with a gold band, a diamond perched atop. She stopped fiddling long enough to place the ring in the drawer of her bedside table. Sighing heavily she stood. It was still rather uncomfortable to place pressure on the soles of her feet but after cleaning and bandaging them it was manageable. She moved through the rather small one room apartment. The largest feature was her bed. A small very low table with pillows around it and a bedside table were the only other furniture she had. A small counter with a fridge, stove and microwave were in the far left hand corner. The very miniscule hallway housed a closet and one door. The door led to a small but adequate bathroom. She shuffled her way into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Looking in the mirror after spitting out the last of the minty paste she sighed once again. Her eyes were slightly red and puffy. She had cried herself to sleep yet one more time.
“I guess being chased by a hideous monster and cut up pretty bad would make anyone cry.” She said to her reflection. She knew as well as her reflection did that the events of last night were only partly to blame for her tears. Upon walking out of the bathroom she glanced at the clock on her beside table. The glowing red numbers forced her to rush. She had to get to work.
Moving swiftly out of her apartment building and hitting the sidewalk she pushed the slight stinging of her feet to the farthest reaches of her mind and moved with purpose to the school that was only half a block away. She had classes all day today. Teaching English here had been her dream for as long as she could remember so despite everything she smiled. As she walked through the front gates of the school yard she stopped. Turning around she glanced from left to right down the street. She looked straight across and then into the school yard as well. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched.
Morning classes came and went. Her second day in this position. The students seemed eager to learn and she couldn’t restrain the knot of excitement in her stomach. This is where she wanted to be. However, every so often she would glance out one of the windows of her classroom and scan what she could see. That feeling of being watched hung over her like a heavy wool blanket. She feared another one of those monsters was out there watching her. She would swallow hard and take a deep breath every time she felt that sensation.
She decided to eat her lunch outside. Students mingled amongst themselves as she took a nice shady spot under one of the large trees that were on the school grounds. A few students raised their eyebrows as they saw what she was eating for lunch. She really didn’t see how a cheese sandwich and a granola bar was all that strange but it wasn’t a typical meal that the students brought. Half way through her sandwich she caught a black and red blur out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head sharply to the left fearing a huge white faced beast but saw nothing. She dropped her sandwich back into the paper bag from where she had pulled it from and tried to breath deeply. She had seen ghosts many a time. In fact it was something that she had grown accustomed to since childhood but the creature that had chased her last night was like nothing she had ever seen before and she was afraid. She would never admit that out loud but she was. She rose from her seat on the ground and walked back towards the school dropping her unfinished lunch in a trash can as she moved.
Her afternoon classes went the same as the mornings had. She still had the ever present feeling of being watched and occasionally glanced out her classroom windows looking to find a source but there was nothing but blue skies. The school day came to an end, the students had left and she began her short walk home. Not three steps outside of the school yard she felt that being watched feeling increase tenfold. She steeled her nerve and turned around to face what ever it was. “I’ve had just about enough of this shi…” She never finished her sentence. Standing not far from her was the man from last night. He was once again dressed in traditional clothing of black, a sword at his hip. Although the street was relatively empty the few people paid no mind to him at all. They did give her a look or two and glanced towards the spot on which she was looking. “Abarai-san.”
“Hey” His smirk oozed arrogance.
“It was you! Stalker!” She exclaimed.
His smirk grew in intensity and he chuckled. “Your reiatsu fluctuates and if you don’t suppress it you’re gonna be harassed by more hollows.”
She stared him down feigning a look of annoyance. “Well if I knew what reiatsu and hollows were then maybe I could do something about it but seeing as I have no clue what you are talking about there is nothing I can do.” She tilted her head as she looked at him. “Care to explain?”
“Walk?” His response was more of a question then an order.
She fell into step beside the tall man and they walked in silence. She wanted to ask so many questions but kept them to herself waiting for him to speak. They walked past her apartment building and turned to the right. A river flowed through the small city and grassy hills embanked either side of it. He led her towards the grass and sat down motioning for her to sit as well. The sun was beginning to set but she finally discerned the color of his eyes. They were brown but the remnants of the sun left tinges of red in them. Red like his hair. “What a stupid thing to think of right now.” She admonished herself.
“Shinigami.” He said.
“Huh?”
“You asked last night what I was, I’m a Shinigami.”
She searched the recesses of her mind to find the meaning of the word. “Like the Grim Reaper?” She asked.
“It is my duty to help souls move on as well as to purify hollows. I am the Fukutaichou of the 6th division of the Gotei 13 in Seireitei.”
She blinked repeatedly trying to understand what he was saying. “So you usher souls to the here after and you’re a vice captain in an army?”
He laughed but nodded.
“What is a hollow?”
“A soul that lingers to long in the human world. It becomes corrupted and a hollow is born. They feed off of the souls of both the living and dead. They are particularly fond of souls with some reiatsu.”
She should have laughed in his face but she believed every word he said. He had no reason to lie and after seeing the monster last night, as well as watching him destroy it she really had no grounds to argue with what he had said.
She turned her gaze away from him and softly said. “Shannon.”
It was his turn to look confused. “Hmm?”
“You asked me my name last evening. It’s Shannon.”
He dipped his head slightly. “Shannon-san.”
She laughed at the formality. “No just Shannon.”
“Alright then just Renji, too many manners make me twitch. I admit you surprise me.”
“I’m just full of surprises.” She smirked.
He took her comment in but his expression was serious. “Last night.” He paused. “I was just going to walk away and not give you an opportunity to ask questions. I figured you would quietly panic or cry and maybe even pass out, then forget the whole event but that shoe to the back of my head shocked me.” He reached up and rubbed the spot the shoe had hit. “You were obviously scared but…” He trailed off. “You surprise me.”
“I was scared. I still am. I guess I just don’t have any fight left in me.”
He raised an eyebrow at her comment looking down at the woman hanging her head.
“I’m sorry about the shoe.” She mumbled.
He leaned back resting on his elbows and looked up into the sky that was quickly fading to black. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve had worse.” He said nonchalantly. “I’m leaving on Sunday. My assignment here in the living world will be finished but I think I could teach you how to keep your reiatsu under control so you wont have to deal with anymore hollows before I have to go back. What ya say?” He looked down at her out of the corner of his eyes.
She looked at him and a small smile graced her lips. “I would really appreciate that. I’m not particularly fond of these hollow things.”
“Alright, it’s settled then, we’ll start tomorrow.” He said standing up.
Shannon looked up to see him grinning wide and toothy and with a rush of air that whipped her long hair about her face he was gone.
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The young woman stared at her grandmother. “It makes more sense now.”
“Hmmm I told you to be patient. See now you know why the one shoe was so important.” The old woman chuckled and stood from her chair. She began making her way out of the room.
“What? Where are you going? Aren’t you going to finish the story?”
Grinning she stopped to face her precious girl. “Of course I am but it’s getting late and I’m hungry, I’m going to make some dinner.”
“Let’s order pizza, my treat Grandma. So while we wait for it to be delivered you can keep telling the story.”
Smiling the old woman conceded and handed her granddaughter the phone.
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