#babbuuuuu

Groaning, Renji stretched as he stood before the Western Gate of the Seireitei. As the guardian opened it, he looked anxiously over the Soul Reaper's massive shoulder. He had to get back home as quickly as possible; it had been far too long since he last saw anyone. He had been sent to patrol Hueco Mundo, but he hadn't suspected in the least that it would take so long. He had been carried so far from the people he loved... Pushing past the guardian with a hasty "Thank you," Renji broke into a run, Zabimaru thumping against his hipbone. Shuuhei was somewhere in here. He had to see him; it had been far too long... He missed everything about the man: his messy hair, his slow smile, the way he got frustrated when Renji poked fun at him, his voice, his tattoos, even his taciturn attitude when woken too early in the morning.