Shinigami
Administrator
The young sapling of a girl takes notice of the man, releasing her hold on her hair. She shifts her position, leaning forward watching as the stranger, a supposed resident of this district or one near it approaches. As he speaks the youngling appears to listen. Perhaps it was the gentleness in which he spoke, the softness of his tone, or the heartiness of his laughter — regardless, he managed to soothe whatever problems were plaguing the girl. If for but a moment.
“Gomene. I’m not lost. This just so happened to be where my sister lives, and I was bringing her a gift, but lost it on my way here.”
”Oh? What kind of gift?”
The stranger asks, stroking his goatee with his right hand, stopping his approach just barely five feet away from the girl. He tilts his head, curious to what could be so valuable to trouble her.
“It was a really nice gift. She’s worked so hard, I’d come bearing a gift fit for a king…”
Her voice drops an octave or two , just barely above a whisper, further stoking the flames of the man’s curiosity.
“She deserves it.”
“Sorry. I’m sure you don’t want to know my entire story. I’m sure she’ll forgive me. I don’t see her as often because of work.”
He leans in as if to match the girl’s gaze and height from her current position, the air around him still warm and gentle as if understanding.
”I see, well if you lost it around here somewhere and its something so valuable-”
A thin line jets across the eyes of the troubled young girl. It streaks by without a sound, and almost as if from thin air…almost that is. Shifting and slowing one’s perception it becomes just barely evident that this is a blade. Its movement sharp, flawless and aimed to sever the top of the girl’s skull from the rest of her body.
”-then i should just kill you, and take it for myself.”
His cold words spoke with the same gentleness presented to the girl on his arrival. His approach now revealed to be far from accidental, he targeted her. Did he know she was a shinigami? Or, did he simply believe her to be easy prey? He spoke and behaved in a manner to disarm her, closed the distance between them, and obscured the movements of his left hand reaching for the blade hidden behind him by leaning in and offering her eyes a larger target to watch and view, while moving to distract with his tone, words and the straw hat seated upon his head.
A moment, no...less than even that was all the time offered to the pink haired girl to avoid stinging kiss of this stranger’s blade. Despite his demeanor it was clear he aimed to kill, and clearer still that he had done so many times, evident from the skill in which he handled the blade.
His motives behind his attack against her remained a mystery...for now at least. One of many lessons regarding trust within the Rukongai, with Yasu being today’s student.
The blue haired woman indulges the curiosity of the bouncing children around her, and though she said nothing, and did nothing she remained aware of each child, their roaming hands secretly searching her for valuables, all while still maintaining a track of her partner’s position. She endured until she couldn’t any longer. She twirls in place, sweets and candies of many varieties scattering out. The children, clearly tired, dirty, and hungry instinctively move to retrieve the abandoned snacks. In this, they’re not alone.
A number of adults who had been watching from the side also move in, shoving each other and small children aside, as they all began fighting for each tiny morsel of sweets they could grab. Now freed from her distractions, she saunters down the dirt road, quietly taking note of a suspicious gaze stemming from a man in a bar. Aware of the blatant gaze keyed on her, what she is not aware of, is the number of other eyes honed in on her every move, her every step, her every action and inaction, unaware that at least two of the children that had surrounded her, and one of the children that had encircled her green headed partner had quietly slipped away.
