Souls and Shinigami (Gin, Open)

On a bright sunny day such as this, usually there would be members of Division Ten scattered all across their section of the Rukongai, some training while others just walking about enjoying the warm summer air. This was commonplace across all the divisions as nearly everyone seemed to be fans of the blissful state of Soul Society these days. After the ridiculous situation involving an Arrancar a few months ago, it seemed the Rukongai had slipped into a state of peace and tranquility. This isn't to say Gotei Thirteen members weren't prepared for battle, however, especially considering the constant training exercises these men and women participated in. And with Division Eleven being Division Eleven, much of Soul Society's population could be more at ease without having to worry about immediate, impending doom. Even without a current captain commander, or even a stand-in, the Gotei Thirteen was doing better than it had in years, especially considering every division now had a ready and able captain to lead them. It truly seemed as though Soul Society was beginning to enter a golden age again, as they had been in over four hundred years ago.

However, something seemed to be amiss in one section of Soul Society. Other than the occasional straggler who likely didn't care about anything that happened around them anyway, the grounds allotted to the Tenth Division of the Gotei were seemingly devoid of life. It was as if something had drawn everyone's attention elsewhere, which must have been pretty important to draw the eyes of so many people. Even the training grounds was nearly empty, which was especially confusing due to the perfect weather for combat exercises. There was really only a single person strolling through the empty area, and this was Inigo Olivier, member of the tenth guard division. The only reason he had seemingly missed whatever happened that grabbed everyone's attention was because he was just now coming back from the nearby produce market. However, this wouldn't be obvious to any observer because he hadn't actually gone there to buy produce, he had gone there to hit on the female shopkeeper, which resulted in a smack to his face and being banned from the market for a month. It was a sad, sad day for Inigo.

Despite the fact that the denial he had just recently received struck him straight down to his core, and thus putting him in an unreasonably extreme depression, his attention was now on the seemingly missing Division members that would usually be out at this time of the day. This was especially disappointing for Inigo because after his recent rejection, he could really use some combat training to take his mind off of his failure. Looking around, he surveyed his surroundings. Initial assessment is....it's....err.....things are weird. Inigo's thoughts were full of intelligent observations like this. He decided the best course of action would be to make his way back to the main barrack as quick as possible, so he immediately switched to running, moving at a pretty quick pace to shorten his time. However, his mind quickly began to wander back to the shopkeeper. He thought about her gorgeous black hair, her great laugh, her great big........*THUD*.

It seemed as though while his mind was preoccupied by other, er, things, Inigo had accidentally run straight into another man that seemed to be going in the opposite direction. Momentarily dazed, the only thing Inigo could make out because of the white that now clouded his vision was the bright golden hair that sat atop the person's head, reflecting the sun's rays brilliantly. His thoughts quickly changed from annoyance from running into someone, to something else entirely. Oh man, that's some hair she's got there.....I bet she has an even better....fa......oh god.As his vision began to clear, Inigo quickly realized his mistake: the person he had run into was a man, not a woman. He quickly stood back up and drew his Zanpakutō from its sheathe that usually rested on on his lower back, and pointed the sword's tip at the person he now very much hated. His voice was notably shaken.

"D-damn you.....how dare you have such nice h---I mean, how dare you run into me! I'll teach you a lesson in manners!"