there was a presence that watched him from the shadows. it lingered and always made certain not to make itself known. although starrk always knew it was there. even if he didn't give off any inclinations in that regard. today happened to be a day off and since it was summer that meant he could go outdoors and enjoy some fresh air for once. maybe even get some sun and heat that most people seemed to loathe. to him it was something new. something different. he liked how it lit everything up and maxed up that heat in the summer. and how people seemed to be sitting outside fanning themselves with paper fans or eating icecream. little things humans did in the summer to cool down.
I had a thought, dear However scary
About that night The bugs and the dirt
there were also bugs. lots and lots of bugs in the summer. zooming past and being pests. it seemed the human realm had more bugs than humans at times. he kneeled down to observe a trail of ants on the pavement, a little past the green green grass. they apparently either sought out moisture or food. ants were curious insects. something akin to wolves in packs. but they worked harder and they were much, much more in number. and unlike them, he was completely alone. a lone wolf without a pack. as he watched the ants, the presence lingered behind him several steps away. he pretended to not notice and got up to continue on his way.
Why were you digging? What did you bury
Before those hands pulled me From the earth?
walking with his hand in one pocket while the other held a cherry and lime-flavoured popsicle he walked leisurely onward. the grass was also much greener in the summer. or so he had noticed. in spring it was dull. as though regaining life after a long slumber. and winter had it completely almost dead. or maybe it did die and in spring it was born anew. hm. perhaps that's how it was with grass because the leaves in the trees were the same way too. one thing he enjoyed about this human realm was the way the seasons changed and each one was different in its own way. and still the figure continued to follow him. always several steps away.
I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you, neither should you
once he turned a corner and immediately ducked out of sight behind a building, he waited. now being the hunter and not the prey. and when he felt the familiarness of the presence that had been following all day right there looking left and right in a rushed manner. he reached out a hand and held onto the shoulder.
' caught you. it's not nice spying on people. ' whoever you are. why are you following me, he thought not asking it just yet.
Allowing Aizen's former army into the living world is a trust exercise, and one that Tomoe personally believes should be taken with much much more caution than it is.
Sure, Nelliel and her brethren are pretty harmless. Not physically, but she is a dignified and honorable warrior, and more importantly, she's their friend. Her presence is always a pleasure, and Tomoe likes to see her around. She's safe.
The other end of the spectrum is Grimmjow. Kisuke has him on an exceptionally tight leash, though she's pretty sure he doesn't know, but he does. Kisuke watches him, leads him around by the nose and knows where and how to point him so he doesn't explode in the direction of a vulnerable human. But even then, he's dangerous and volatile. He's gone after members of the shoten more than once. She can handle herself, as can Kisuke and Yoruichi, but poor Ururu is outgunned and outclassed.
Her point is, Nel might not need a babysitter, but Grimmjow sure as hell does, and she hasn't decided if this one does or doesn't yet.
Her time with the arrancar was an unkind one, and it scarred her. She's not being unreasonable by taking this act upon herself.
He's a powerful man by anyone's measure. Tall and strong, but he's not imposing in his size, ,he hasn't done anything to tip her off, to offend or aggress anyone. Dark hair, light eyes, taller than most Japanese men, he almost stand out if not for his slouch and unobtrusive presence.
But a hollow is a hollow. She's just as certain that he has blood on his hands and in between the crevices of his teeth as she's sure every hollow does.
She's unobtrusive in her hunt, she doesn't mean to interrupt him. She doesn't let him know she's watching, keeping her pace behind, reiatsu suppressed. She blends with the crowd, contained in her gigai, a cap low over her eyes and bright clothes swapped for duller black and greys.
When he wanders around the corner, she waits a beat before following, it doesn't do good to follow too closely, but when she gets around the corner herself, he's gone. Senses stretches out - gold eyes scan the road, then sweep across the opposite side of the road. She can't see him. Where -
A hand, settles heavily on her shoulder, and she whirls around only to come face to face with her target.
No, he clearly knows she's been following him, but she doesn't know how long he's know. Better to say nothing at all and see what he does. "Is it?"
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