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Post by Kisuke Inori on Nov 7, 2010 7:55:41 GMT 1
What were these images going through his head? What were these feelings driving him insane? He walked with intent, like he never possessed before, and he would drive everything back that got in his way. A fire burned in his soul, like none before had. But there was something wrong, something terribly wrong that drove him this way. What's more, Kisuke could not understand why he looked through the eyes of this man, the feelings that burst forth from their chest, and this dread that past over them. He walked down a corridor, a long one, but strangely familiar to him. After a while, he approached a door, and swung it open with furious movement, suddenly before a large room that contained men and women in uniforms, one person at the head of it all. Wordless speech followed, not a sound could be heard, but all movement became a blur. And then...
"AHHHHHHHHH!" Kisuke screamed as he sat up, sweating terribly as he lay there on his futon. He breathed in and out, and could not understand the words and feelings going through his head. He had that same dream every night for the past month since becoming a part of the First Division, and every time, he forgot it immediately upon knowing what it was that he had seen. Whatever it was though, he could not bring himself to try to remember. It seemed to be a haunting thought, something scary, something forbidden. Blinking and rubbing the sweat out of his eyes, cold and clammy to the touch, he looked around. It was night time, and his other roommates were fast asleep where they lay, undisturbed by his screaming. It was a miracle that they were such heavy sleepers. He chuckled at the thought that not even cannon fire could wake them. Anyone else would have jumped out of their skin.
Kisuke tried to sleep again, but it was a restless night, and he got up at the crack of dawn, feeling as if he had not slept a wink. Taking a warm bath, it raised his spirits up after calming himself down, but he still felt strange. 'I need to stop thinking about it. I have patrol duty in an hour. Maybe walking will help clear my mind.' Kisuke chuckled at the thought of patrol. Whether it be one division or the next, the grunts always did the grunt work. Funny thing about that though was that he was leading the patrol, as he was of the First Division. The only exception to that would be a Seated officer leading them, or a more experienced unseated First Division Shinigami, both of which were unlikely considering the patrol was in Seireiti itself. Patrols with them were unneeded, and only needed when dealing with a situation that he couldn't handle himself. Speaking of which, patrol was BORING!
Arriving at an intersection of Seireiti walkways, he waited with a few other members for the rest to arrive, mostly keeping to himself. He was still occupied by the dream, as if something was getting away from him, and that he should go after it. What that was though, he had no clue at all. He thought, and thought, and thought some more, and nothing came to mind. He sighed out of frustration, and decided to give up on it. He could hardly remember the dream, and every time, he broke out into a sweat each night. He hoped this was just some hot flash he got in the middle of the night. Looking up at his fellow Shinigami, he noticed they were now all gathered together, finally. New patrol group, new rules: so better set the ground on who's boss. "Attention!" Kisuke shouted, bringing the majority of the people to turn to him, and others noticing soon after that they either look or get yelled at because a First Division Shinigami was talking to them. Patrol was unique in the sense that with the areas that didn't directly have control by one Division or another, they mixed it up.
"Now...let's see...one, two, three...eleven, twelve people here, and that's including myself...a fair number." Kisuke said to himself as he counted the people around him. He wondered if any of the people here knew who he was, but maybe not. Only the people who paid attention to Nobles seemed to know who they were, unless they were famous and also a Shinigami, which wasn't Kisuke until a month ago, so most likely not. At least yet anyway. Either way, he had some authority from being in the First Division, and it could be worse. He could not be a Shinigami at all. "Alright, since there are twelve here, we'll separate into groups of four each, making three groups. For the sake of choice, pick who you want to go with and if you don't care either way, you can come with me. Once that's done, we'll meet back here in two hours for the next patrol's shift. Now move it!" In some ways, he liked giving orders, but at the same time, he wondered why he got stuck doing this. He hadn't bothered looking at the list of people for patrol he was leading. Most of them were new but some had been here a while, maybe even longer than Kisuke. Either way, whether he knew them by name, he might find out later...or just forget. Sometimes he lead, something he was being lead. They always changed the patrols on him. |
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