#jioestoque

//*spins imaginary idea wheel* 

It was a strange season, a season of beauty, a season of cruelty. Winter’s cold bit at Unohana’s face, her customary walk taking her far from the safety of the Seireitei. The peace and quiet of the wilderness drawing her away from the bustle of her division and the towns. She slowed to a pleasant pace, just existing and thinking. The skitter of foraging animals and creaking branches and moaning wind were the only noises to disturb the captain. 

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                ✥ It had been a long time since she felt this particular pressure. The last time that Soifon had been within the presence of this other, the two had been entangled for a fight to the death. Soifon remembered his name. Remembered his face. All too well in fact because it was he who had been the first she dared showed mercy on. The exact reason as to why wasn’t clear. That second sting had come so very close to hitting the mark before she had just… stopped. Half an inch from his flesh. Their eyes met. She saw a certain fear. Or maybe it wasn’t even that. He had been confident in his skill, but with meeting her, all those beliefs had failed him. Soifon uttered certain words to him that day – that they’d eventually meet again and she’d expect him to be a better opponent.

                After the fact of this moment, Soifon had put the situation out of her head until this day. Aizen had been locked up for almost a year. The Fullbringers had been brought to their end. For once, everything was quiet. Then… his existence came back into reality. Within the realm of the Soul Society of all places. Soifon didn’t ask to take part in this hunt. The woman just went for her prey without hesitation. Her legs moved at the speed of lightning. Faster. Into the distant woods, and then she stopped. A quick flash of her step and the woman stood only several feel before the familiar man.

“Your enemies are my enemies.”

[txt]: HA THAT’S WHAT YOU GET

[txt]: WANNA BRAG ABOUT YOUR GAMERSCORE AND SAVE FILES AGAIN?

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How annoying this is… I wish the idiot would just change his address already. A sigh escaped Toshiro as he walked up the drive of a familiar looking house with a wad of letter rubber banded together under his arm. Once again he had received mail for the previous resident of his house in his mailbox and it was really starting to get on his nerves. Couldn’t this person just get things corrected already?

He had managed to track down where the person lived though with a few phone calls and even checked online to make sure he knew what the house looked like and to get directions to the stupid place. At first he had just left the mail in his mailbox in hopes the person would come by on their own and pick it up, but that didn’t seem to be the case. It had just kept piling up until there was almost no room for his own mail.

Something had to be done about it so finally he had decided to bundle up the mail he already had, deliver it to its rightful owner, and ask for them to change their address already. Hopefully this worked and would be over with quickly so he could move on with his day.