A Chance Encounter [EJ]

[HiTi]

When you were an unseated Shinigami, you always seemed to be eager to prove yourself worthy of becoming something greater. You would devote each and every waking minute to training in order to become stronger. You would smile upon achieving your goals and advance on the path of greatness. Shira could not have cared any less about this. Every now and then he would show promise, but a majority of his actions as a Shinigami have been frowned upon by his peers,superiors,etc. Shira's laziness had been a great cause of this, so it was decided that his habit be broken.

A sigh escaped Shira's mouth as he walked along the deserted streets of Karakura Town. He hated when he was forced to partake in scouting missions. The Lazy Shinigami had always been aware of there rarely being activity during scouting missions. "Those bastards probably reported me, and now I'm stuck watching over some crummy town..." Shira would complain to himself as he kept his head bowed low. The moon hung high above the town, illuminating the streets just as well as the streetlights. "These people sure do know how to pack in before nightfall." Shira would comment, removing his zanpaktou from his sheath. If the hollow were going to be ready for him, he had to be ready for them. A key rule.

Shira continued walking. There didn't seem to be any sort of negative activity. A small smile took his face as he passed windows of happy families, children sleeping soundly in their beds, the works. If it was one thing he got out of protecting these people, it was the satisfaction of seeing youth live on.

As time passed, Shira began yawning. "They could have at least placed me somewhere a bit more exciting. Or at least a place with a comfy bed." He leaned against a streetlamp and stared forward. His expression was a sheepish one. Shira wanted to go back to Soul Society. He didn't fancy the human world since he'd never gotten to experience any of its activities. Now he stood, under a streetlamp, with not an ounce of enthusiasm in his bones.

[EJ]

It was yet another night shift for the androgynous member of the Kidōshū, Kagurazaka Shimesu. They seemed to come one after another, back to back with only little time in between to rest. By little, he meant a day, but that was still short compared to the hours and hours of patrol that the Goteijūsantai made the lower ranks carry out. How much protection did the humans really need? Most of them developed their own unique powers due to the increased amount of spiritual activity around them, so why couldn't they fend for themselves? Soul Society sending out more soldiers wasn't helping. All they were doing was adding onto the reiatsu enhancements most of the Karakura population got. The recruits patrolling the streets were doing nothing but babysitting -- 'nurturing,' if you will -- these new spiritually aware humans' powers until they were mature enough to actually pose a threat.

The boy drifted up and down the streets, occasionally making his way above ground by walking into the air as if a set of invisible stairs were beneath his feet. Boredom ensued. Hollow activity was rare around the city limits. He saw it unnecessary for someone of his strength to be in such a cold spot when it came to enemy commotion. He had power rivaling that of a fukutaichō, but that meant nothing when his rank was the lowest of the low.

[yellow]"Eh? What's this?"[/yellow] He mused in his feminine tone, spotting a Shinigami down below. He didn't fit the description of the man who was supposed to take over for him; in fact, he was quite the opposite. The one who was supposed to take over was short and stocky, while this guy was tall and lanky. This one was pale with sandy brown hair, while the other was slightly tanned with orange-colored hair. Shimesu descended to the ground, landing ten feet away from the other Shinigami's position underneath the street lamp, walking toward him afterward, a contemptuous grin playing on his lips.

[yellow]"Oi, stuck on the boring side of town, too?"[/yellow]

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[HiTi]

The quiet night was all that sounded in Shira's ears as he continued to stare forward. To anyone who could have seen him, he would have been an ominous figure standing under some streetlamp in a some town. Shira rocked his head back and forth as a yawn made its way from his mouth. He always had a habit of closing his eyes whenever he yawned, so when he opened them, Shira had been a bit surprised to see an unknown individual falling towards the ground some feet away from him.

"Hmmm? Oh! Yeah. They probably gave me this job because I haven't been doing much lately." Shira would answer to the individual who made their appearance known. "What an attractive woman... I've never seen her around Sereitei before." Shira thought to himself as he took in the stranger's features, remaining silent as he did so. It felt good to know there was some sign of life that could at least acknowledge his presence.

Shira's eyes widened as he realized it seemed as if he were drooling over her appearance. "Ah. Sorry. This place really sap the manners out of a guy. I'm Shiranai Furei of the 9th Division. " he introduced himself as he extended his hand forward for a shake. "Who might you be?"

[EJ]

"Nah, I doubt it. I'm on patrol duty twenty-four-seven, and they still put me out here."

Shimesu snickered at the man's reaction to his appearance; both out of the blue and physically. Dropping from the blackened night sky seemed to startle the Shinigami a bit, but the boy's androgynous nature gave the impression that everything was okay. The lanky Shinigami, once his eyes adjusted to their new position, most likely mistook Shimesu for a girl -- a thought proven to be fact by the mesmerized daze he fell into.

"Um... You okay?" The gender-twisted male asked, getting yet another jumpy response from the Shinigami as he, subsequently, introduced himself. He didn't really shake hands with anyone, but since the moment called for it, he followed suit, reaching out with his right arm to Shira's already extended one, the sleeve of his shihakushō rising up his arm slightly, revealing the three golden bracelets that encircled the appendage. Subtly shaking the man's hand, he introduced himself, as well.

"Kagurazaka Shimesu of the Kidōshū. Nice to meet you."

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