Shinjuku was not in a state that could be called habitable. It was a broken realm, the planes having shattered into each other creating something that was not quite the UG or the RG. It was fragmented into pieces, out of order, streets that led one way would take you impossibly the opposite. The sky was a sickly red hue, shining with a sunless haze. Buildings drifted impossibly through the sky like whales through the ocean.
Shiba had done this. It was his fault. But he was here to use what dissonance he could to fix it.
He was lucky that his friends had come with him to help. Being here alone… it would have been so much harder. Shiba had always hated being alone, and here among his sins…?
Not that he can complain. Not when it was by his hand that all this happened.
Suddenly, Shiba heard something, what sounded like a yelp and then a scream. Not unusual, given the state of the remaining shades that were once people, but this voice was familiar—
Shiba’s head whips up, spotting Rindo Kanade falling through the air. His eyes widen and without a second thought, his Reaper wings manifest from his back. He beats them once before he leaps up toward the falling boy. He zips through the air like a comet, intercepting Rindo’s descent. Shiba grabs the back of Rindo’s jacket with one hand and his other arm snakes around the kid’s waist at the same time, so the younger teen ends up held under his arm like a soccer ball.
He stays there, hovering, breathing out a sigh of relief before he looks down at where he has Rindo dangling.
“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite sheeple. Looks like you’re burning bright as ever.”
Welcome to Shinjuku, Rindo Kanade. Nice of you to drop in. But, I’m afraid we can’t offer much in the way of hospitality, yet.”