A small rest [private]

[Johnathan Walker]

Another day was coming to an end, slowly but steadily. With a yawn, a tall, young looking man entered his room - Johnathan Walker, the fourth head of the protectors of the earth. Being in charge of the soldiers and affairs they had to take care of was not all just fun and games - paperwork, training the members, all that drained strength from time to time. He had less and lesss chances to sneak out of the Vis Dei down onto earth and just daydream the time away with his partner, Shironeko - and even less time to spend with his love, Natsuki. It really sucked, but the Quincy knew that things would look up again at some point, just like always. This wasn't the first time he felt half dead after work.
With another yawn, he really entered his room . even though it was of course bigger than the ones of the normal soldiers, he wasn't a fan of expensive looking stuff and the like. The room was simple, it just looked like an ordinary home - of the 25th Century, that is. The technology was state of the art, and throwing himself down onto the couch in the living room, the man closed his eyes for a few moments, just relaxing. besides him on the soft sofa, a small light brightened up for a second, and Shironeko materialized her fake body projection. While her ability to interact with the outside world was nearly zero, she still liked to just appear as a giant white cat, now laying down besides her host, also yawning, with the big white wings folded onto her back.

"Watching you do stack after stack of those papers is more annoying than bickering with Kuuga in the spiritual world, you know? Can't we have some more fun?" The cat spirit said with a mocking yawn, stretching out besides her host, and letting the claws of her front legs slide out of her paws, also stretching them. It was always a bit strange to hear the cat talk outside of his head, with such a smooth and crystal clear voice, even though it seemed as if you could hear a slight 'meow' in it. This angelic spirit surely was strange.
As the eyes of the Quincy opened again, the steel gray orbs wandered over the walls. Some pictures were hanging here and there, made with the old but still existing technique of 2D photography - he didn't like that new stuff. Pictures of memories he held dear in his heart... a photograph that Shizuru made after their first meeting, with him and Natsuki glaring at each other like savage beasts. The one from the foundation of their group, which now was a giant organization in the shadows. A picture of him and Natsuki having a sparring match that turned large parts of the Karakura Forest into a frozen wasteland for days. And even more. Well, maybe it was really a bit odd to have so many pictures in one room, but it always had a calming effect for the Quincy.
"Well... I kinda miss fighting every day myself..." Stretching out, he felt his muscles twitch from having to look down on paperwork all day. "But you can't just keep on fighting forever..."
"Why not? You're a warrior. Let someone else do the paperworks."
Sighing, Johnathan didn't reply. Why? Because it was pointless. Over the last 400 years, he realized something, just like Shironeko did. He was her, and she was him. Two souls united as one, the perfect form of a Ziamichi. They had no secrets from each other, and couldn't have them even if they wanted to. Shiro was often the one to speak his thoughts he buried deep within - and he did want to fight. For all that he cared, all of this paperwork could go to hell. Sure, fighting was tiring as hell, and you always had the risk of dying. But it felt more like you were actually doing something that mattered. Of course, all this other work mattered some way or another - but this was not what a warrior should be doing.
Slowly, his mind drifted away from his current state to Natsuki, and he wondered if she was actually back yet.