A Clouded Day [Hide/Crim] Oct 28, 2013 9:11:49 GMT -5
Post by Hideyoshi Shirotaka on Oct 28, 2013 9:11:49 GMT -5
✖ COUNT TO TEN
FALL APART AND THEN START AGAIN; ALWAYS STAYS THE SAME, NOTHING EVER CHANGES.
The 10th Squad Lieutenant swept his blue-green gaze over the city below, his high vantage point failing to fascinate him.
Time was a dull affair, most often. Two centuries of living in this place had long since worn its novelty into nothing; these days, Hideyoshi did what he had known all his comparatively short living span; serve those that stood above him, a sycophant to their every whim and desire. Only now, he was sometimes allowed a brief period of solace.
Was it better or worse? He knew not.
He was a Lieutenant now, under a Captain he respected, in a Division of what seemed to largely be layabouts. Confusing indeed. Theoretically, he commanded them, but in theory only; if he was the right-hand man of Jin Hoshigawa, then that was not the arm used to indicate any sort of direction. It was the one he was guarded and served directly by.
Such musings swirled about the Shinigami's head as he tilted slightly over the railing of the straight bridge he had stopped on, suspended between two fort towers situated none too far from the 10th Squad headquarters. In fact, looking out, Hideyoshi could see the slate of walled buildings from here. His arms rested upon the top bar, superficially preventing any from tumbling off; if the Lieutenant wished, he could take to the air at any time he wished, and that drew his gaze up towards the sky, strewn as it was by pure-white, drifting cloud.
His Zanpakuto, an extension which was valued more by some than others, and of which Hideyoshi was perhaps in a class entirely to himself, rested at his left hip, and its presence was felt constantly. Whether a cruelty or a blessing, its true form was the only token of his past life that Hideyoshi had left.
"She was most fond of cloudy days." The man reminded himself, summoning no expression from his features. "'Because if the sky were purely blue, you might forget how beautiful it was.'" He then recited, and shrunk into himself a little more.
Lest that nagging void gape any wider.