Post by HiTi on Aug 17, 2010 11:41:03 GMT -8
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.
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.