Thanks for the Memories. [Private for Mason Sama~]

Arata had been walking for days, he had traveled far and wide, and he ever met up with both Izueo and Mayonaka on separate occasions. Being back in his forest brought up the memories of when he met them. Mayonaka with his odd smile, and Izueo with his hatred of the forest. Arata still did not quite grasp that, but decided not to bring it up, there was no point now really anyway. He looked around at his surroundings and smiled.

The sun shone through the leaves making them an even brighter green. It was slightly windy, but not enough to blow around Arata’s hair but just enough to stir the leaves of the trees a bit, they rustled peacefully. He smiled and looked at the grass, it was ever so green and dandelions were growing here and there, brightening the scene. Arata looked over at the rock he used to always sit on, his initials carved the base, such memories, and all flowing back to him. Some good, and some bad, you can’t win every fight, I suppose. He sighed and sat down on the rock and rested his elbows on his knees, looking down at the grass. The memories playing in his mind like mini movies, tragedies and comedies, chick flicks and horror. He loved this show… For the most part.

Kinoen cracked his neck, softly walking through the forest. He had been out of it for a while now, just hanging back in the shadows while the rest of soul society did what they needed to do.

Kinoen knew he probably wouldn't last long as a vice captain. He wasn't the most qualified person ever, certainly not. He smiled, his odd cat-like canines flashing in the sun, he was under-qualified, if anything.

He walked into a small clearing, looking around to examine the surroundings before realizing there was someone else there.. A figure sitting on a rock? "Why the hell...?" He wondered aloud, walking up to the rock and tilting his head, staring at the man. "Hey.. what're you doing out here?" He asked rather forcefully.

Kinoen tilted his head, watching what seemed to be the man examining him. Listening to the new figure speak, he decided this one was odd indeed. "Really now? On a rock?" He questioned, more than a bit confused as he did so.

He stretched, smirking as his cat-like canines glinted in the sun once again, his slit-like pupils observing the area for any signs of danger. He laid down, staring at the sky, "I love the forest. Lots of trees, and lots of animals to hunt. Also a nice refreshing breeze." Kinoen said, almost to himself.

[color=black]Arata watched the cat-like man looked back at him, it would appear to anyone else as if they were having a staring contest. Arata smirked. "No, I do not live upon this rock, the forest in general." he said with a laugh. living on a rock, he was funny. "Oh so you have a love of the forest too? Isn't it wonderful? Most do not appreciate it. I am glad to see someone does." He smiled nicely, a genuine smile, he had not done that in awhile. "Oh," his brain slowed down and almost stopped. his vison spun a bit, his heart skipped yet another beat. He blinked. "What sort of animals do you hunt?"

Kinoen grinned, "Of course I love the forest, it's my natural habitat." He smiled, still staring at the sky, "What kind of animals? Just the ones meant to be used for food. Mostly food for lions. Deer and the like." He smirked, "Sort of weird. A soul eater that eats like a lion. But I'm a strange case." He smiled wide up at the man.

He jumped up, landing on his feet and turning towards the man, "So why do you love the forest so much?" He questioned forcibly, tilting his head. He couldn't help it, he was curious.

Kinoen pulled back, sensing a dark aura emanating from the man. Was he.. upset? Or was this.. anger?

Kinoen tilted his head in the other direction, "I never asked for your name, what might it be?" He grinned, "Mine is Kinoen Luesen, Lieutenant of Ninth Division. I'm here to kill some animals that have been pestering my squad when we're on recon in this forest." He chuckled, walking away from the man slowly, "Well, have a nice day. I'm off to do my job, I wonder if any of my traps are sprung yet.." He asked, almost to himself as he started walking off.

Kinoen's smile faltered, a growl? Had he angered the man?

Kinoen, as he was walking away, heard the man's pleas in the animals' favor. What did they matter? They were simply creatures, beasts of the forest. They were tools for the survival of the races and species that mattered. So why was this man freaking out? He stopped, dead in his tracks, as the mirage appeared in front of him. He was un-phased by the booming voice, "Neat trick." He smirked, walking around the mirage, "I'm leaving. I have some mindless beasts to slaughter." He chortled, the last taunt coming out of spite for the man's seemingly useless anger.